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Are you getting close again, baby doll?

Come for me. Oh, come for me.

Are we... Are we counting that?

I am, anyway.

Then that makes five orgasms in 42 minutes, 17 seconds.

Is that good?

Eight minutes, 27 seconds, meantime.

Not great. Not terrible.

Wanna go again?

We're here on a job, Artie.

Ugh, fine.

Okay, baby doll.

Talk dirty to me.

Who's the target? Who wants him? And how much are they paying?

Enforcer named Zalger.

Kadori Federation want him for selling military tech.

Hey, shit, but we need the money.

That means you need to actually detain him after you fuck him.

Who said I'm going to fuck him?

Yeah, okay.

I'm definitely fucking him.

I know you too well, babe.

Let me just... Okay.

I've access to their surveillance system.

I'll be able to follow your every move, watch any potential threat.

Oh, come now, Em.

You and I both know it's not threats you'll be watching.

What can I say?

Your fat ass is just too hot to keep all to myself.

Oh, you always know just what to say.

Mwah!

My precious little cupcake.

Now get that dick.

And remember to actually detain him after.

Yeah, yeah.

Don't worry. I'm a professional, remember?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

How the fuck are you still going?

What's the matter? I'm getting tired.

No, no, I can go all day.

But you Enforcians are generally too low -chumped.

Cadorian and Tart's bio -logs are useful for wars that just come.

Oh, Cadorian bio.

Well, that explains how you've flown like...

It explodes already.

Hey, baby.

He's blown eight hot fifths of a drink into your fertile little baby chamber,

Artie Love.

It's just simple statistics, babe.

the probability of your badass getting pregnant.

Did you know how wild your swollen baby belly gets me?

Oh, God.

Fuck.

That's mine.

I don't suppose that biomarker is showing any signs of wearing out.

This is going to be a long night.

Don't you think this is a little too tame for us?

... ... ... ...

... ... ...

Oh, Artie.

Oh, I love seeing you get pounded by that alien sick.

Oh,

I love seeing you come up full deep like that.

Oh, fuck!

You

finally

done?

Back to business, then.

Business?

Yep. What the?

Zalger Medoxy. You've an outstanding warrant from the Kadori Federation for

smuggling military tech.

Under authority bestowed upon freelance contractors by the Zamalan Accord, I

hereby detain you for internment.

Yeah! Get him, baby!

You're a fucking party owner?

Yep.

Up. Here I thought you were just some human whore.

I take offense to that.

Walk.

If I were a whore, I'd have fucked you for money.

But I fucked you just for the fun of it.

That makes me a slut.

You humans are a battling lot.

So I hear.

What is your name, Angela?

I never told you.

No, I suppose I didn't.

Call me... Artemis.