Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20181215072852/@comment-36855838-20181215084536

Meh, this sucks but what the hey.

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Well, this is the last straw, the proverbial camel's finally collapsed.

I return to my desk, what comes will come, I had lost most of my governmental powers to place myself here, to advocate for a cessation of pointless executions and crusades.

What had it gotten me? A lifetime of guarding the ingrates whose lives I'd saved, who seemed to think their deaths would be worth any more than their lives.

Fools, the whole lot of 'em.

I opened my mini fridge, helping myself to some lemonade.

May as well start lunch.

White-Bread, Mayonaise, salami, ham, holstaur cheese (a secret, guilty pleasure), mutton, fowl, tomato, lettuce, mustard.

The sandwich was exquisitely meaty, and just moist enough to be palateable.

As I reached halfway, there was a knock at the door.

"Enter!"

What entered, no, whom, was my second in command, though he was certainly now she.

Wide hips and plump, muscled legs, thinner shoulders over hulking breasts, impressive abs and strong, yet feminine arms, a face to die for, golden hair, a spaded tail, broad wings.

And that crisply pressed uniform, now too small for the gigantesque alp.

And elegant she was, no lunging or grasping, she merely took her seat across from me, and we took lunch together.

Afterwards we had a game of checkers, and then chess, and of course, she won both, as she always had.

"So, what's happening out there? I've no will to go see for myself."

She chuckled.

"Well, clearly what's happening is what you always said would, a breach of containment and a massive man scramble."

I stroke my beard.

"And how are they finding my specially chosen staff?"

She chortled.

"Decidedly staffless, sir."

So, my gambit had actually paid off, not a single claimed man, on account of 100% conversion rate.

"And of course, because the birth rates of our tenants are so low, we won't have to worry about section 13, my life's work is safe."

I moved to the reclining couch.

She moved to join me.

"No, thank you. I'm sure you know Adrian, I'm straight as a razor, I could actually wind up as an incubus, which would mean a section 13 violation."

She sat back down.

"We've much work to do, all the gals'll have to be re-secured, and of course, that means you too."

She looked crestfallen.

"I'll be sure to keep the library stocked, you know I care about everyone here, and I know you love books more than anything, adri-"

"Not more than you."

What.

"I-I'm flattered, but-"

"I know, whatever, shut up!"

"I-mmph!"

A long, deep kiss, a stirring, and then gasping for breath.

Our eyes met for a good minute, my brown and her blue, but then she left.

While things didn't quiet down, they certainly didn't get worse for me.

The massive churning vortex of lust found an outlet in the order suppression force, and with the guards on their side, the men were soon paired off with brides, and the mob was free to roam the country.

Prison trucks were used as transportation, and soon the whole country was swimming in Demonic Energy.

And me?

I still played chess with Adrian.

Between bouts of the quilted mambo, of course.