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After they had made with the hot nasty SEX0RZ, Kerrigan and Raynor collapsed
in sexual exhaustion. You know, because they had reached their sexual orgasms
after her sexual zerg honey flowed sexually over his sexual terran member
because they were having sexual sex. It was quite sexual, yes indeed.

Yeah.

Damn, lemons sure blow more than the dead medic.

“Hold me, Jim!” said Kerrigan.

Raynor looked at her funny. “Um...why?”

Kerrigan rolled her eyes. “BECAUSE,” she replied with annoyed emphasis,
“we have to make with the pseudo-romance after the nasty sex, so that
people don’t feel cheated out of their reading time.  Duh.”

“Oh...” Raynor nodded. “Well, okay, but, um...your wings kind
of get in the way, darlin’.”

“That’s no problem.” Taking out a conveniently placed giant
pair of super-sharp, shiny scissors made with the latest and toughest brand
of titanium alloy, she proceeded to clip off her wings as easily as if they
were ts ots of paper. Immediately, she shoved her tongue down Raynor’s
double-cum coated throat as she tossed the scissors aside. All that easy
work all of a sudden made her horny again.

“Oh Jim,” she moaned. “Do me. Do me again.”

“But--”

Before he could finish, she had screwed him to oblivion and back. Raynor
was so exhausted that he was in a coma for days.

“Hoo hoo...” giggled a pilot from inside a Valkyrie.

“EEEEEERrRRRRrrEWEWRJKGWEWEREEEHHHH@!#f!!!!11” shrieked a party
of scourges flying in her direction. It was only a matter of time before
they would reach her.

Immediately the pilot ceased all movement, letting the ship hover over the
area. She removed her mask, a huge grin spreading over her face.
“Mmm...”

“ERRAAAGHHH!!!1” The scourges drew nearer, increasing their speed
as they closed in on her. They were so horny, all twenty-four of them. And
all the mutalisks were dead, no hope of guardians or devourers emerging.
And every fucking queen was out ensnaring every grounded terran. They had
to find pleasure somehow. And at long last, it was in sight.
“EEEEEEEEHHH~!”

Throbbing intensely DOWN THERE, the Valkyrie pilot leaned back with a sensual
moan. She spread her legs, awaiting the fuckgasmic impact.

All the scourges rammed into her ship, most hem hem exploding in simultaneous
orgasm. One of them crashed right through the windshield, burrowing right
in between her legs.

“OH GOD!” she screamed as the winged alien burst wide open, leaving
its sloppy, stinking, bug-like remains all over her face and the cockpit
(no pun intended...well, okay, pun intended). As a result of this explosion,
some of the bodily fluids shot up inside the pilot, making all sorts of STD-like
burning inside her uterus.

“Aaahhh...” She collapsed right back with a much-relieved sigh,
and then looked outside to study all the zerg casualties with a happy grin.

“Who’s your mommy?”

A few days later, Raynor finally awoke. He opened his eyes to see Kerrigan
hovering over him with a satisfied smirk.

“Uhh...wh-what?” he said, and tried to sit up. There was an
uncomfortable piercing on a good portion of his back. He reached a hand back
and tried to remove whatever he was leaning up against, but when he did so,
he received the ungodly shock of his life.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he screamed, absolutely horrified.
There was a metallic wing behind him, and it wasn’t Kerrigan’s!
He stared up at her, wide-eyed. “Sarah...what the hell have you done
to me?!”

Her wicked smile only widened. “You’re a zerg, Jimmy,” she
said, her regenerated wings expanding excitedly. “You’re one of
us now.”

“What the-?! But...but how?!”

Kerrigan sighed, looking away with a pout. “Did you really think you
could have sex with me and not contract anything, Jim? I’m a bug, for
God’s sake. You were going to get infested sooner or later.”

“I don’t believe this,” Raynor said angrily, despite the fact
he had willingly and stupidly put himself in a dangerous position. “My
skin is a funny tint, I’ve got wings on my back, and I think I felt
a tentacle or two wiggling!” He glared at her. “Are there any other
extra appendages I should know about?”

Kerrigan’s eyes flashed in evil merriment. “You haven’t looked
down yet, have you?”

Raynor’s eyes lowered, his mouth dropping open in shock.

Arcturus tumbled about, trying to find a more efficient way of getting laid.
Raynor wasn’t faithful to him, the medic had died from a mouthful of
lethal sperm, and Zeratul had dropped off the face of the earth. What was
it with love and bad luck?

“Thirty-three! Thirty-three!” came the gleeful group cheer in the
distance.

With his curiosity aroused (that and nothing else, for once), Arcturus drew
nearer to what appeared to be a circle of various naked protoss men. What
on earth could they be up to?

“Thirty-four-- awww~!” they all said in disappointment.

“Sorry, Aldaris, maybe next year. Who’s next?! Tassadar! How high
can YOU go?!”

“Ha ha,” Tassadar was saying. “Well, I don’t mean to
BRAG...you know, but with Fenix and his forty-two inches dead, I could easily
be cock king!”

Arcturus hid behind a rock, letting out a gasp. An erection contest! Arcturus
knew the great lengths the protoss could reach. -Everybody- knew about the
protoss and their devastatingly huge members, and Fenix had been cock champion
seventy times in a row! Arcturus peeked at the group, his drooling tongue
hanging out of his mouth.
let out an amused laugh at a young zealot. “That’s funny. You’re
new here, aren’t you?”

“Oh God...” Arcturus started getting a boner of his own thinking
about the ungodly amounts of jizz the protoss could make. “I hope they
have refreshments later...” He was about to join the group, when he
heard an odd noise overhead. He looked up to see a zerg queen flying his
way, and his mouth fell open once more. Before he could cry for help, however,
the queen shot out an overwhelming dose of venomous green fluid from her
zergy love grotto, enveloping the voyeuristic bastard. Unable to breathe,
Arcturus fell over and died instantly.

The queen uttered a victorious cackle as she flew away.

“Oh my GOD!” Raynor cried. Two! He had -TWO-! (Two fuckrods, that
is, for all those of you who can’t read between the lines)

“What’s the matter, Jim?” Kerrigan inquired. “I figure
that’s the dream of every male lemon author...”

“But not ME!” Raynor insisted. “Good God, how on Aiur can
anyone have sex with TWO?!”

“Simultaneously with two others, I’d imagine.”

“Is that even POSSIBLE?!”

“Ask Mister Zhang. Or the dragoons.”

“Meh...” Raynor shrugged. “Too much trouble. Besides, all
of a sudden, my mutation has CONVENIENTLY increased my sex drive, so that’s
become of more importance to me than the possibility that this could have
bad side effects.”

Kerrigan smiled. “Wonderful! It’s just...I don’t have a
friend.”

“We’ll figure out something, darlin’,” he said, gesturing
for her to sit on his lap.

“Okay!”

“How high can you go, Tassadar!” chanted the protoss group. “How
high can you go?!”

“Thirty-six!” shouted the party host almost as rhythmically.
“Thirty-seven!” He uttered a gasp. “Th-thirty-eight?! What
a RUSH!”

“Ha ha ha!” Tassadar said heartily. “What did I tell you?”
Suddenly his face showed a bit of straining, but he tried to pass it off
as a grin. Well, or at least something resembling a mouthless grin.

“Tassie, you okay?” Aldaris asked in concern. “Your dick looks
kinda...um, I dunno. I think you’ve stretched yourself beyond your means,
if you know what I mean.”

“Forty! Forty...and a half!” the host continued.

Tassadar broke into a nervous fit of laughter. “Don’t be ridiculous,
my friend! I just...uhhhh...got caught up in the excitement, is all!”

“Forty-one!”

“Uhhh...” Tassadar’s face finally showed signs of a horrible
discomfort. The tip of his penis was now unnaturally taut. Oh no! Running
out of skin now?! This was not happening to him~!

“Tassadar,” Aldaris said, looking rather worried. “Look. I’m
saying this as a friend. You don’t have to prove anything to us. If
it’s too much, then you can drop out at any time.”

“I...I can’t,” Tassadar whimpered in pain. “Once I’ve
started, I can’t st--
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  
Such a horribly anguished shriek as the head of his penis burst wide open,
the meat still gushing out at an unnatural rate. Skin flaps hung at the opening,
yet no blood dripped from them.

“Oh...?! Oh...!” The host’s cries displayed terror and amazement.

nd hnd he’s still going, folks! Forty-three! Tassadar, it is official!
You are cock king, sex champion of Aiur!”

Tassadar’s eyes rolled up in his head and he fell back like a dead bitch.
And when he died, so did his dick. Yeah, that’s right! I don’t
care what they tell you about certain things that grow long after you’re
dead. It simply doesn’t apply here, you PERVERTS!

The entire group stood there in silence for a few seconds, and then the host
shrugged. “Well, he’s had his moment in the sun. Who’s
next?!”

USELESS BONUS SCENE~! FOR ALL THOSE WHO LOVE THE OLD MEN.

“We meet again...Stukov,” said a man with a funny accent.

“Indeed, DuGalle,” said another man with a funny accent.

“I will have to punish you for your deeds,” DuGalle said menacingly.

Stukov was outraged. “But I TOLD you! It was Duran’s treachery
that--”

“I don’t care about that,” DuGalle interrupted, stripping
himself of his uniform. “On your knees, bitch!”

Before Stukov could protest, DuGalle had ripped off his pants too and pushed
him to the ground on all fours.

“You know what comes next, don’t you?” the higher officer
questioned teasingly.

Stukov’s dick began to harden in anticipation. “Brutal
assfisting?”

DuGalle let out a giggle. “No, silly! Hot old man anal sex!”

“Oh. Yay!”

They started going at it in newfound virility. DuGalle’s stiff old man
cock pushed in and out of Stukov’s crusty old man shithole with much
old man vigor. He shot his dirty old man milk into the lower officer’s
cyst-laden old man colon, the old man cum backing up from time to time. Stukov
whacked his old man dick furiously as he colored the floor white. He started
to feel dizzy, yet deliriously happy.

“Oh!” gaspevoicvoice from the door. It was Duran.

However, neither one of the old men noticed.

“Hmm,” said Duran to himself. “Two bare old men asses. Neither
one of them trusts me at the moment...so the logical thing to do would be
to walk right in and proposition them--No! Wait! I know! How about...”
His eyes narrowed. “...yes, of course. I can still walk right in. After
all, I am a Ghost. And since hate automatically constitutes grounds for a
screw, I’m all theirs! And they won’t have to know~!”

Duran took off all his clothes and cloaked his naked infested form. And since
he was infested, he had had the same luck as Jim~! Invisible, he walked over
to DuGalle and started giving it to him in the ass.

DuGalle let out a moan of surprise, but didn’t realize Duran was back
there. He just figured it was part of his orgasm, since he hadn’t been
fucked for so long.

Before much time had passed, Duran had manipulated DuGalle out of Stukov,
eventually getting him on the floor as well. He then began to do the both
of them simultaneously.

“Uhh...” moaned Stukov. “H-hey? DuGalle, how are you beside
me?”

This stunned DuGalle. “Huh? Strange. Then...who’s screwing us?”

That’s when they heard the maniacal laughter behind them.

“¿Quién es su padre?”

“D-Duran,” Stukov stammered. “Is that you?”

“What do you ask of me?”

“Uhhh...” DuGalle moaned. “Give it to us, you animal!”

“Okay!” Duran agreed happily, finally decloaking.

However, before he could spill his infested seed inside of them, an ultralisk
had wandered its way into the room. And it was fucking horny. It ran up to
the ménage-a-trois and stood there for a moment, studying them in
amazement.

(Holy shit)- it thought. (Two old men and then this dirty old Duran bitch.)
It began to dra naa nasty white from both its mouth and seven zerg pricks.
(Fuck. I want some of this.)

“GRRRROOOAAAARBBLLALBBRLBLBRRR!!!!!!!!11”   Lunging forward,
it tore Duran away from both old men’s asses and tossed him aside somewhere.
It then bowed its head, sexually impaling both DuGalle and Stukov on its
pointy tusk-things. Hopping up and down a few times for pierce-and-depth
effect, it then turned around to where it had thrown Duran.

“Grrr...” (Duran, I want your sex, you cock-teasing slut.) The
ultralisk advanced toward Duran’s crumpled form, and began sodomizing
him at a rate of five dicks a minute. That’s quite fast for a zerg of
that size, in case you didn’t know, my friends. He then turned the infested
bastard over and began plugging random orifices with random dicks too.

This continued until all three men were exhausted or dead, and then the ultralisk
slipped the old men from his twin tusks and gobbled up all three of them
as an after-sex breath mint. It then bed cod contentedly.

After this, the world went to hell. Well, sort of. Kerrigan and Raynor, now
both zerg, went around fucking a few times more.  Oh yes. 

As all the terrans on Aiur perished, the zerg ran around the planet to search
for more sex victims. Weeks later, they happened upon the still-ongoing Protoss
cock contest. After getting their fill of things (the pun--HA! OH GOD THE
PUN), they attacked the contestants and devoured them too. Because Protoss
dick is tasty after ludicrous amounts of stretch. After that, the zerg were
free to roam that world.

And as promised, five years later, Kerrigan got pregnant. Oddly, it wasn’t
Raynor’s, but who cares about consistencies. Kerrigan then gave birth
to a swarm of scouts, who, upon escaping her, became mere fucktoys for the
growing zerg population.

And then Kerrigan and Raynor had an entire race of infested children and
they all lived sexually ever after.

Dedicated to many, many naughty authors who inspired me to poke fun (and
only fun) at them.

No harm meant; it was all in stupid fun.  Though somewhat pointless
now. =P

FLAME ME!!!  PLEASE????????