“No, I- ooohhh~” Azura's attempt to answer was interrupted by a lewd moan. “Ah!” She gasped as she felt the redhead's tongue enter her back door at long last. “Yes! Almost there! More!” She demanded as her hands grabbed Esmerelda's head, keeping her from pulling away. Azura was almost on the edge – just a little more and she would come...
"How could anyone dislike such a beautiful, degenerate drug dealer like you?" Finch quips, as he's held in the air. Spoiler: Finch's struggle Roll D100: 77+10 (Combat Skill)=97 Hands unbound, the hero snatches a small metal rod from his chest. Pressing a button, a flame sears out from the head of the item, going orange, then blue, then white. He presses it against the vine holding him, the animalistic plant giving a sound almost like a screech, as he carves through it in mere moments. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Malady: 17+10 (Dark Magic Skill)=27 Finch: 33+10 (Combat Skill)=43 Melee Damage: 16 Malady's Health: 84 Dodging out of the way of her magical attack, Finch leaps up against the wall and bounces off it, launching a kick into her chest that hits without too much force because he had to dodge. "Among my toys is some rope, if you want to do some role reversal." He grins.
Looking at the crates, she sees that they're not padlocked, meaning that she could slip inside without alerting anyone that the crate's been tampered with. However, since the crates are being taken off the ship and put onto trucks, it would likely mean abandoning the ship. Otherwise, she could slip inside the ship through a number of hatches.
Though held in place, Esmerelda doesn't move, her tongue lodged in Azura's most sensitive space for a pregnant moment. Then, she begins to lick, and Azura's rocked by a powerful orgasm.
She was a little too mesmerized by the display. “Are you-!? What DON’T you have in that belt?” She wasn’t too thrilled at how easily he managed to get through her traps, but she didn’t expect him to go down so easily anyway. She felt the wind escape her lungs from the impact, letting out a pained groan for a few moments, but it dissolving into laughter. “You play too rough….but so do I.” This seemed like the opportunity to have her plant beast release and take him by surprise. Fire clearly would be an issue, so she’d have to resort to a different means. She didn’t expect the toxins to really work that well in the form of fumes against him here… but she could still make a most strong enough to blur his vision and then confuse him by having vines hit from under his feet. That would leave her beast a good opening to rip into him. He’d be fine. Probably.
Seeing as they're unloading cargo, Vanessa tries to get a good look of a company logo if she could find any. After that, she attempts to sneak into a hatch, hoping to avoid detection as she does so. Worst case scenario, I have to sink this ship. She thinks to herself, on the off chance she finds herself in too much trouble.
“Ooohhhh!” Azura came hard, her mind going white for a few moments as she squirted, her hands letting go of Esmerelda, too weak to keep holding onto her. “Esme... oh, Esme... more... yes... Esme...” Azura started repeating as her body shook in the throes of passion, her mind too overwhelmed by pleasure and passion to do anything more.
"Only one way to find out." Finch grins, before frowning as she moans. "Sorry, I don't like hurting you - but I can't let you terrorise shopkeepers and sell drugs." His frown grows wider as she starts to laugh, body tensed up. Spoiler: Monster's Stealth Roll D100: Finch: 79 Malady's Monster: 71 Finch turns his head just in time to spot the plant creature smash its way out of the closet, and begin running at him with the intention of slamming him down and biting his throat out. Spoiler: Combat Rolls D100: Finch: 73+10 (Combat Skill) Monster: 80 Malady: 87+10 (Plant Skill)=97 (Crit) Physical damage: 14+10 (Crit) Finch's Health: 56 Finch's Legs Bound, Unable to move! Grabbing hold of the ceiling fan, Finch uses his strength to hoist his body upwards and fold his legs up like a gymnast, the plant monster running underneath and slamming into the wall. Coming back down, Finch yanks at the fan, which comes loose with a crack, before slamming it into the creature. Before he can do anything, however, the hero trips and falls as a vine wraps around his ankles and tugs him off his feet, squeezing in revenge for the one he cut before. "Argh! Damn it, there's only so many puns I can make about being tied up!"
"My men made a few mistakes with expanding....that wasn't according to plan." She didn't her own annoyance with it. She wasn't afraid of attracting attention from heroes, but it did matter when she was making enemies with nothing to show for it. "Yes...however, my own recipe isn't even especially dangerous for people to consume. In ways, it's actually safer then the things those thugs push out onto it's streets. Wouldn't it be irresponsible to put a stop to drug that isn't dangerous and have people go back to crack? If you cut them off now....they would be desperate to recapture that feeling....wouldn't you just make things much worse?" She wasn't expecting this to do anything to really convince him, but she couldn't resist the opportunity to get under his skin. "Perhaps it's lacking in originality at this point, but it still works." With the opening being presented of him being delayed, she'd grab one of the specialized weapons her henchmen had dropped to make use of it. She wasn't used to modern weapons, but he was slowing down enough she might still be able to nail him, she just had to be careful to choose her shot and avoid hitting her own beast by accident.
Looking at the hull of the ship, Vanessa's disappointed to see that the company belongs to her - a subsidiary. Spoiler: Stealth Roll D100: 76 Heading down through a hatch, sneaking past the various armed men patrolling the deck, Vanessa works her way downwards until she's in the hold - a massive, dark space filled with cargo containers - one of which is particularly massive, the heiress notes, dimensions tall and wide. In the center of the room she sees an assembly of men, a flamboyant looking man the obvious leader. In his hand, he holds a leash, attached to a collar around a woman's neck, who crawls across the floor like a pet, blindfolded. "You know, all you had to do was shut up and take the money we offered, and right now, you'd be sitting comfortably at home, free and still employed?" He laughs, before removing the woman's leash, and tying her to some chains. "Heh, not such a heroic whistleblower now that you've got some of our boss' product in you - you seriously thought you could do something stupid like that, and we wouldn't find out?" The crowd of thugs chuckle at the woman's expense, looking at the lustful expression on her face. "I don't know what to do with you, afterwards. I could sell you, but I deal in drugs and...well...whatever the hell that thing in the big container is - not women. Maybe I'll make you a gift for the chief - you're his type, after all... But first, I think I'm going to reward my boys for their hard work. Guys - have your fun." The thugs close in on the whistleblower, stripping as they walk, before they start to have their fun, her moans echoing through the hold.
"Very needy, aren't you?" Esmerelda grins, licking up Azura's juices. The woman's far from done, her tongue returning to Azura's ass, as her fingers expertly tease the younger woman's cunt and breasts. What happens next is a blur, Azura's body twitching and spasming and squirting as Esmerelda easily drives her from orgasm to orgasm, her tongue discovering just how insanely sensitive the walls of her successor's ass can be. Finally, bright red and covered in sweat, Azura is allowed to lie back, exhausted. She feels Esmerelda's lips press against hers, not having noticed the woman lying beside her. "I see you enjoyed yourself."
Vanessa's eyes widen as she saw the spectacle happening in one of her own ships. What, how could, a drug dealer? And that woman, a whistleblower... could she be? The heiress recalls the woman who was recently fired from her company, Listening to the flamboyant man's monologue, Vanessa keeps herself from blushing as she saw the blond wasn't even resisting the humiliating treatment she was receiving. A drug that can turn a woman into that... dangerous. But that guy's words has me curious, chief? Is he talking about the police chief? I mean, gangsters don't really call their boss chief after all. She pondered, trying to connect the dots, No, for now I should try and rescue that woman. Then check out what's inside that big container. The heiress takes a deep breath as she examines her surroundings, checking to see if there was anyone watching them, or if it's just the strange gang inside of the cargo hold.
Exhausted from the multiple consecutive orgasms she had endured Azura needed a full minute before she could find the strength to reply. “Thank... you... Esme... I'm... glad... we met...” She managed to get out, barely managing to keep her eyes open, her eyelids heavy. A few more minutes passed in silence, Azura fighting to not fall asleep, but eventually she gathered the strength to speak again. “My family... doesn't know... that I'm Azura... for them... I'm just Yuki... or about... my fetish...” There was no point trying to deny it, Esmerelda had clearly figured it out already. With what little strength she had remaining she turned on her side and kissed the redhead. “Good night...” And with that the exhausted magical girl slipped into a blissful sleep.
"That's a rationalisation, and you know it..." Finch grunts. Spoiler: Finch's Struggle Roll D100: 13+10 (Fail) The hero pulls out the gadget from before, moving to use it to cut through the vine around his feet, but before he can, another vine snatches the torch out of his reach. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Finch: 67 Monster: 2 Malady: 89 Gunshot Damage: 22+10 (Not bulletproof)=32 Finch's Health: 54-32=22 Finch is Bleeding - Blood loss damage over time! The Hero raises his grappling hook as the plant monster comes at him. Firing it, the line wraps around the beast, and Finch connects it to a device on his belt. With a flick of a switch, the line goes taut with sparks of electricity, and the creature goes still, twitching with pain and rage as it's shocked by God knows how many volts. After a few seconds, the creature starts to smoke, and with a few seconds more, it goes up in flames, screaming as it burns like a Roman candle. Sadly for Finch, like before, when he was dealing with the monster, Malady was more than able to move against him. Picking up one of her men's pistols, she points it at the fallen hero, feeling the weight of the trigger as she pulls it back. At this range, her inexperience is no issue, and she feels the weapon kicking back with a boom, before a bullet smashes through Finch's stomach. For all his gadgets, his costume is just a pair of tights - totally unarmored. The hero screams out in pain, no puns coming from him this time.
Taking a look around, Vanessa makes sure that she and the gang are on their own - the woman's cries of pleasure echoing as she checks around the containers. After a few minutes, Rabid Lady is confident that it's just her and the bad guys - there are no third parties waiting to throw a spanner in the works.
"Why would you tell them about your ass fetish?" Esmerelda chuckles, before kissing her forehead. "Sleep well, kid." Yuki's eyes ease their way open the next day, and she sees a glass of water on the bedside table, with a note reading Drink up - you need to hydrate after last night.
She wasn't familiar with modern weapons, and her face remained with her mouth agape for a few moments. Surprised she had hit him at all. She didn't really take as much satisfaction in retaliation for the loss of her monster as much as she expected. She wasn't really trying to get him killed after all. She could do that any time. She was just trying to show off the fact that she was better than him. If he didn't have to slink back home to live with the failure, it wouldn't mean anything. It would be better for himself if she could just finish this quickly. He had an open wound now...she decided it was time to take the opportunity while he was vulnerable and use her abilities to inject directly into his bloodstream. She'd keep him stable, but make sure he would be too drained left to still fight.
With the coast clear, Vanessa figured with how rowdy the men were being. Back-up wouldn't arrive even if the noise increases. Not like they'll be able to react in time anyway. She grins, But as much as I want to question that guy, I'm not that good at changing my voice. So if he is working for Vince, any resemblance might tip him off. The heiress sighed, as she decides to be cautious. She prepares herself to move at superhuman speeds, hoping to knock out all of the thugs, and the leader before they even know what hit them. They're all normal humans, right? She thinks to herself, a little too confident in her godlike powers.
Azura needed a few moments to wake up fully. Then her face turned bright red at the memories of last night. Oh my god! I can't believe we did all that! So embarrassing! But so worth it... After getting her embarrassment under control her mind finally registered the glass of water on the bedside table. Not needing another invitation she sat in bed, took the glass and slowly drank it all. Alright, time to see what Esme is doing and if Sapphira is back from talking to her friend... Getting up Azura got dressed and used her illusions to make herself look like Yuki once more, then headed out of the bedroom. Spoiler: Yuki's casual clothes
"Y-You shot me! I-I can't believe..." Finch cries out in pain as he writhes on the floor. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Finch: 95-10 (Bound) Malady: 11+10 (Plant Skill)=21 Melee Damage: 64 Malady's Health: 81-64=17 Finch's Health: 21-10 (Blood Loss) Malady is Drugged! Consciousness Damage on failed willpower saves! Malady stalks towards the downed hero, confident that it's just a matter of time. "N-No... D-Don't..." He groans in agony as she draws near him, realising her plan to drug him. As her hand draws near, she's shocked to see the hero dart up, grabbing her wrist. With a tug, he brings Malady falling down atop of him, slamming a fist into her stomach as she falls that drives the wind out of her lungs and forces her mouth open. "Next time you want to get a man, try the dating route - drugging people is a little creepy." His hand dips to his belt, and he grabs a rebreather, before shoving it into her mouth. Before she can spit it out, it begins to spray gas, and the villainess feels her eyelids getting heavy. "Not so fun...When it happens to you..." Finch is bleeding heavily now, his own eyelids getting heavy, and face going pale.
