scorgy

When we last left off, our hero, Jim Raynor was jerking off in his vulture
to a memory of Fenix with a jar of Vaseline that Kerrigan had provided for
him.

Meanwhile…

“GOD! YES! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!” Kerrigan was screeching.
She was having a threesome with Raszagal and Artanis. Remember these two
were doing it in the building with the bitch acting as
semi-voyeur…anyway…

“Oh Kerrigan, I do wish that you would refrain from the random orifice
inspecting,” Raszagal said in her usually unexcited voice.

“STOP…POKING…ME!” Artanis yelled at Kerrigan. She was
currently rimming him from behind, but didn’t seem to have adequate
control over her tentacles, which were prickling at the protoss being from
time to time.

And then for no apparent reason, Kerrigan wrapped her tentacles around the
necks of both protoss warriors and squeezed the living breath out of both
of them and they died. Not because they were no longer good lovers, just
because I’m no longer getting off on this scene.

Just then, Zeratul appeared in the doorway. “YOU BITCH!” he screamed
at Kerrigan. “I WANTED TO FUCK THE MATRIARCH!”

Kerrigan’s eyes shifted to Zeratul. “You don’t see me stopping , do, do you?” she said.

“Oh yeah!” Zeratul replied happily. “Thanks, Kerrigan!”
He then hopped on the corpse of Raszagal and hornily went at it like the
average ff.net teen. And then when she started to stink, he moved over to
Artanis and made sweet, sweet love to his Kerrigan-rimmed behind. This was
a few days later, mind you. And by then, Kerrigan had slipped out unnoticed,
in order to do yet more sordid acts banned in at least nine of the thirteen
terran worlds of that sector.

“What do YOU want?!” snapped a vulture unit to a lurker.

“jfskljf;dsjak;jfdksalglgg;ajkl!!!1111” it snarled back in response.

“I read you…sir…” With the man’s eyes narrowing,
he called about fifteen of his other friends. Fifteen bad asses with nasty
attitudes, all ready to take on this lone zerg unit.

Smiles formed on the faces of all the terran men, and they all stepped outside
of their vehicles. Forming a circle around the lurker, they began to advance
upon it. A threat was something this being was the furthest from.

Without a warning, the lurker quickly burrowed itself beneath the ground.
Oh no! This would be problematic. Until…

“Aaaahhhh!” One of the men flew up into the air, impaled upon a
lurker spike. The others watched in awe as he seemed to be thrown upward
by the force of the spike from underground. He then landed hard on the ground,
on his back, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Ooohhh…tee hee…” The man let out a sensual moan and
started spewing semen all over the place.

The other men exchanged glances, anticipating when they would get their
rectum-fill.

Jim awoke out of his daze. He sensed a presence! Could it be…it had
to be!

“F…blurble…en…blurble…ix?” he called out sleepily
as traces of his own jizz started to spill down his chin.

“No, it’s me,” stated a familiar voice.

“Arcturus!” cried Jim.

“Yes, it is,” Arcturus said icily. “Now get up and clean yourself!
What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I…I’m sorry,” said Jim. “I don’t know what
came over me.”

“You were supposed to wait for me, you selfish bastard,” scolded
the man.

“Well, I--” Jim started, but was cut off as Arcturus forced his
eight-inch terran cock down his throat.

“Mmph gugm mhg mahg hg ahgm mgj; gjkg!!!!1111” Jim continued as
though it was normal conversation. “Mgh, nnngh hg gh ghkdj ghg jkds
gh sdjkj…”

“Uh-huh,” said Arcturus. “I see. Kerrigan ensnared you with
her charms again.”

“Ngh mmph hgh gjfds jgh mgmgoh,” Jim was protesting.

“One jar of fucking Vaseline is all it takes for you to forget about
me?” Arcturus cut off the man…in more ways than one. “How
could you--” He briefly paused to slap Jim across the face. “LOOK
AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!!” he screamed, not taking notice that the
slap had caused Jim’s face to turn 90 degrees to the right, taking all
that’s deep throat with him.

Jim was silent, however.

Arcturus’ eyes narrowed. “Hmph.” He pulled out of Jim’s
mouth, and walked away, boomerang dick exposed and all. “Worthless bastard.
Wasted the best three months of my life with him…”

“Aaahhhhh!!!!” the simultaneous screams came from all the vulture
men, followed by much orgasmic cries. Lurker spikes felt SO fucking good!

“I wish I were a marine or a firebat,” giggled one of them.
“Those stimpacks would sure feel good right about now!”

“You’re in luck!” another one cried. “I’ve got a
whole set of ‘em right here!” He ran around the circle passing
them out to all the men.

Moments later until their deaths, a strong and lovely chant once again proving
the spirit and the endurance of the terran forces could be heard across Aiur
skies...

“…uNF! Ahhh, yeahhh, that’s the stuff…uNF! Ahhh,
yeahhh…that’s the stuff…”

And finally, the zerg Kerrigan/terran Raynor sex scene people were actually
horny enough to want.

“Damn it!” cursed Jim. This was an upsetting moment. Whether it
was because he was still without Fenix, or because he couldn’t tell
whose cum was in his mouth now…that was a mystery. Perhaps it was even
both.

“Looking for something, Jimmy?” called the familiar seductive voice.

“No, S,
,” he responded, still slouching inside his vehicle.

“Oh. Poo.” The voice was silent for a while, and then spoke again.
“Jim?”

“What?”

“I’m horny and I want to be taken. Because God knows I’ve
been sexually repressed ever since my transformation and I need to be serviced
every waking moment. Because we all know that StarCraft takes the cake when
it comes to sexual appeal.”

“I see,” Jim said boredly.

“Jim, aren’t you forgetting something?” Kerrigan persisted.

“No.”

“Let’s have sex.”

“’Kay.” He sat back as Kerrigan mounted him. They humped like
rabbits for hours, and then Kerrigan got off him. However, she did not bother
to get off of him.

“Let’s go, Jim,” she said.

“Where are we going?”

“To pay Zeratul another visit.”

“Why?”

“To teach him the art of urinal tract tolerance.”

Jim smiled at her. “’Kay.”

They made out like teenagers for another half an hour, and then drove out
to Zeratul’s house, Kerrigan still on Jim’s lap.

All that could be heard for the next day were tortured screams.

With boomerang Arcturus spooging with difficulty from afar.