Inside the Federation, Marcus had barely set foot back home when he spotted Max marching straight toward him. The look on Max's face wasn't just angry—it was furious, the kind of rage that warned Marcus something had gone horribly wrong.
Marcus frowned. "Max? What's—"
"They've gone too far," Max snapped, his voice trembling with barely-contained fury. Without wasting a second, he relayed everything Ezzy had told him: the secret meeting, the traitors contacting outsiders, the tunneling plan, the incoming force arriving tomorrow morning.
Marcus felt the blood drain from his face.
The moment he understood the full severity of the situation, he moved fast.
"Gather everyone," Marcus ordered sharply. "We're holding a meeting—immediately."
Only the crucial people were summoned. Troy. Max. Ray. Jessy. And Ezzy.
No Department Heads.
This was outside their jurisdiction, Marcus thought.
They all took their seats in a tight circle, the atmosphere heavy with urgency.
"So… what's this about?" Jessy asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked around the room.
"And why is Ezzy here?" Ray added. "I thought he was out on an important mission."
Ezzy froze. He scratched the back of his head, eyes flicking nervously between Marcus and Max. It was obvious he felt awkward—after all, only the three of them knew about the traitors' secret operation. For Ezzy to explain it himself felt… complicated.
"Uh… well, about that…" Ezzy began, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His voice dipped, and he avoided eye contact. "It's… it's kind of related to that mission."
Marcus let out a slow breath and leaned forward.
"There are traitors inside the Federation," Marcus announced.
The room fell silent.
"What? That's impossible!" Troy said instantly, his tone firm and certain.
Jessy and Ray exchanged glances—now they understood why Max had looked so furious.
"How do you even know that?" Troy demanded.
Marcus let out a slow breath and began explaining everything—the secret only he, Max, and Ezzy had known. The hidden mission. The monitoring. The plan to root out any potential traitors before they grew bold. And now… the discovery of their plan to contact outsiders.
"So that's how it is," Jessy muttered, leaning back with a sigh.
"Hmph. If it were me, I could've pulled something like that off too," Ray said, trying to lighten the mood, though his unease was clear.
Troy slammed a hand on his head. "Damn it… those guys? Betraying us? Unbelievable…"
Marcus nodded grimly. "Anyway, that's the situation. And we need to move now."
His gaze shifted toward Ezzy.
"You have the list of the traitors, right?"
Ezzy straightened, feeling everyone's attention land on him. "Yes. Every single one of them."
"Good." Marcus nodded. "I want you to hand copies to everyone here. They're meeting at midnight, correct? That's when we strike. We'll sweep the traitors in one move—don't let a single one escape. And while we're at it, we'll ambush the outsiders they contacted."
Ray grinned. "Yeah… that's a solid plan."
Marcus stood. "Then I leave it to you. Make sure nothing goes wrong. Dismissed."
The others rose and dispersed, heading off to prepare.
Troy lingered behind, watching Ezzy. "So that's where you've been disappearing to lately, huh, Ezzy?"
"Uh… yeah, Captain," Ezzy replied, slipping naturally back into his role. Since Ezzy was originally one of the twenty guards, Troy being his captain made perfect sense.
Marcus gave the two of them a quick glance. Let them have their moment, he thought with a small exhale.
Then he turned away.
"Now… I need to find my Tailor".
In a dimly lit room
After nearly five minutes passed of nothing but kissing and hugging, Marcus finally pulled himself away from Taylor's embrace. Though she fought to wrap herself around him once more, Marcus pinned her down and positioned himself over her hole.
Marcus thrust his hips forward and skewered the woman's moist cave with his substantial rod. With an excited expression on his face.
Marcus embraced his woman, and kissed her once more, all while moving his hips, in a motion that was not too forceful, but neither too gentle.
Marcus increased the speed of his thrusts, and pinned the woman onto the mattress, while suckling at her breasts as if he was dying of thirst, and only her non-existent milk could save him.
Before long, Taylor's cunt tightened around his cock, and an intense pleasure that she had never felt before flooded both her mind and body. Knowing that he had succeeded in bringing the woman to climax, Marcus smiled and kissed her once more, as he attempted to make Taylor cum a second time.
It did not take long before Taylor was comfortable enough with shifting positions, and as such, Marcus spun her around, and made her lie prone as he fucked her from behind. The loud claps of the woman's bouncy ass cheeks as they smacked against his groin resounded in the room, along with Taylor's incessant moans of pleasure. Marcus forced Taylor's head to the side and kissed her passionately as he made love to her tight hole. In between breaths, the girl would scream things that Marcus found unbearably attractive.
Before long Taylor had climaxed once more, as Marcus filled her womb with his seed. The act of which brought her over the edge, causing Taylor's mind to go completely blank for more than a few seconds.
Once Marcus pulled his shaft out of its sheath, he forced it into Taylor's mouth, where she mindlessly cleaned his messy cock with her tongue. After the woman had recovered from her trancelike state, Marcus lifted her up and positioned her on top of his lap, where the two of them continued to make love for the rest of the time.
After their brief session, Marcus rose quietly from the bed. Taylor lay fast asleep, exhausted, the faint rise and fall of her breathing calming the chaos in his mind. He gently pulled a blanket over her, making sure she was warm before slipping away.
He headed to the bathroom, the dim lights guiding him. The shower hissed to life, hot water running down his skin, washing away the sweat.
When he stepped out and checked the clock on the wall.
11:30 PM.
Almost time.
He dried off quickly and dressed in his usual attire.
But before he left, he returned to Taylor's side.
For a moment, he simply looked at her—peaceful, unaware of the danger creeping closer, unaware of the blood that would spill this night and tomorrow morning.
Marcus leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Stay safe," he whispered.