Take it, bitch!” the redheaded stud grunts, slamming his hips with intensified fury, synchronizing his doggystyle thrusting with the thrashing background music that the petite blonde MILF has chosen for their encounter. Besides their shock wave cannons, both of the Zadons’ long, heavy arms are weapons in and of themselves, capable of delivering sledgehammer like blows that shatter and fragment human bone, even if it’s encased in armor. She’s already given three sons to the war against the Zadons and as a patriotic Xarian woman, she wants to give even more. Standing 8 feet tall and steel gray in color, the Zadons have a curiously squat appearance in spite of their great height. The cyborg links to the Zadon command center, and requests utility bots to haul away the armor clad husks to the nearest burial pit. Just one feebly flickering sensor reading remains; the smallest, most slightly built member of the squad, undoubtedly a brand new recruit, is still stubbornly clinging to life.
