CW: NSFW: Erotica for MonsterFucktober - Zerg x Human Monster-Fucker stuff
I hear it's also #MonsterFucktober, which is cool and good, and #StarCraft is on my mind. So have some #erotica where a human has #sex with a #zerg. Contains #MonsterFucker / #MonsterFucking, #tentacles/#TentaclePorn, #telepathy / #PsychicSex / #SexTelepathy.
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She hit the enter key.
A loud sigh escaped her list as a series of reports were submitted, literally all of them with nothing to report.
She understood why this monitoring station existed, and why "nothing to report" was a very good thing, and why they wanted someone to look it over, but damn was it a hell pile of paperwork for one operative to be doing alone.
Again, she understood why it ended up being only her here right now, this planet was temperate and not exactly dangerous, but it was far from dominion space, but she'd been here alone for months now, and was beginning to think maybe she should request an early transfer or something.
"You are upset."
She sighed, "Yeah, just... Long day, lot of paperwork."
"Understood. I am merely overseeing mineral gathering, if you require social interaction."
"Good to know. I'll think about it Zilch."
That was the other thing about this planet: it was outside dominion space, because it was inside Zagara's territory, its surface totally controlled by the Zerg. The broodmother and her lieutenants had apparently been selected for their support for the peace treaty, and they were about as "friendly" as Zerg could be, but still, the nosy Overlord's presence could be felt by any psychic in a several kilometer radius.
This included her. She was one of the few members of the Ghost program to have survived long enough to see the treaties ratified, and rather than climbing the rank, she'd asked to be assigned somewhere quiet...
...though by "quiet", she hadn't meant "alone with the zerg hivemind buzzing in your ear".
The transmission finished, and the desktop background came up: a photo of Emperor Valerian and Jim Raynor, casually dressed and sharing a drink. Without his ceremonial attire, Valerian was still immaculate, soft-featured and clearly in shape. Raynor, on the other hand, was rugged and mucular, like someone who'd spent most of his life lifting Vulture parts around a machine shop without an SCV.
Also, she heard they were good with kids...