IN A WORLD where wars are fought with romance, and flirting, and delicious erotic TENSION, the illustrious and historic enmities twixt the globe’s Great Powers have become a BUTTLOAD more bubbly, with fewer hideous massacres of musket and cannon, and oodles more frisky cunnilingus contests.
Continuing from Part Two, the SOVIET SLUTS SUPERB: mikeyclarke.co.nz/apocalypse/2-soviet-sluts-superb …
Ever enjoyed flirting so magnificent it whisks your mind, heart, soul, and nethers into gooey puddles of blissy-bliss-bliss?
Ever hungered for pilgrimage to an entire Empire designed around little else?
Yeah? Be careful what you wish for!
he French Empire's rad new seismoflirt hierarchy is resculpting civilisation. Radiant rookie tongue-twirlers slurp asunder their neighbours' 'nads, who in turn get sublimed into aural oblivion by oral athletes yet mightier, up and up to lustrous Imperial infinity.
A sweat-slick tornado of rad Imperial oomph throbs across Europe. France consumes all. France devours all. You? You're nothing. A billion bombastic Frogs will hump you woozy and discard the husk.
It's Sex Commando heaven.
Yet Charlie gr0ks he's moonwalking across France far too friskily. Attention accretes. Heat throbs. Beautiful gangs of beautiful gangsters spurt penisly from every alley. Flirting with every ladybro Rambo in sight produces Rivals and Frenemies and Jilted Waifus galore.
The dazzling Alsatian wonder-grrl Yasmine “Sweetling” Gautreaux trounces the lot. She and Charlie have already spent SOVIET SLUTS SUPERB becoming ever so chummy.
If Yasmine could somehow liquefy and subsume this dreamy foreign volcano, then there is no Prussian fortress could withstand her, no rival she could not crush asunder.
Trounce perhaps the Imperatrix? Can't a gal dream? Yasmine surely tightens her webs against Charlie, mapping, caressing, cloaking her smiling jaws of silken goddamn steel.
Worse, Charlie's captured Sex Commandos are paraded around France. Their captors invite him to torture them for intel but mainly for lolz.
And Paris's police have FOUND HIM.
Torment within and without! How much hurt can this tank take, man?
Find out!
In Part Four!
The PRAETORIAN PROSTITUTES: mikeyclarke.co.nz/apocalypse/4-praetorian-prostitutes
(But read this Part Three first)
