Acting quickly Azura attempted to grab the glass vial. She had no idea what was inside it, but she did not want to risk letting it break – Toxin had attempted to keep it safe and there was likely a good reason to do so. Once the vial was secure in her possession the magical girl would check on the defeated villainess.
Amethyst Heart nodded her head. "That would work... for some time. But eventually, she will figure out that little deception. And then, she will take different action... one that will cost both of us... and your girlfriend." the blond said. She hoped to motivate the man to take action against his mother... but that was a ground she had to stump on carefully.
Looking up from what he was working on, a letter where he tried to match Ellie's handwriting as much as possible from the notes she had made around the house (since she was rapidly reaching the point where she hardly had the mind for such tasks anymore), and stuffed it in an old sneaker he had found at her place as well. Making his way to the lobby, Squidlock nods to his minion. "Welcome back. How did it go?" he asks before tossing him the note filled shoe, "Oh and later, when you're back on patrol, would you mind letting the right people know you found this on the edge of Miller Bridge? You know, that one the more... hopeless feeling sort like to make use of because the current will carry the body out to sea before there's a chance to dredge for it. Spare any family the pain of having their last memory of them be identifying their waterlogged corpse and all that."
Shivers run along Calista's spine, still feeling the aftereffects of her orgasm. Regaining her sense, she's surprised at the absence of over-sensitivity when Lana fondles her still-hard cock. She takes a second to catch her breath and enjoy the slower, intentional pace Lee's adopted before speaking. "I'm definitely interested in both of you," punctuating her remark with yet another soft moan as Lana's hand languidly glides along her member in time with Lee's thrusts. With renewed vigor, Calista trails her hand along Lana's thigh, eventually reaching up to her assumedly clothed pussy return the favor.
"If you insist." The lieutenant nods to his men. "Alright, boys, I think she's given us enough of a show. Pack it up." Reluctantly, the thugs pull back, their hands leaving the heiress' body and depriving her of the pleasure that she's never been able to experience by herself. They tuck their manhoods, still hard, into their pants, though their scent hangs heavy in the air. "Time to get going, hero. Wait for our message." The lieutenant stops paying attention to Vanessa as he starts playing back the video he just recorded, the sounds of her own lustful moans doing nothing to diminish the heiress' arousal.
"Got it." Detective Jackson replies from the van carrying the villain at street level. "I'm sending up a unit to- Shit!" The cop is cut off by a loud bang, before Psychana hears the sound of his heavily muscled frame hitting the armored van's wall. Looking down from the ledge of the building, Psychana sees a flash from under the van, and hears another boom. From the escorting police vehicles, armed cops emerge, heading toward the van, when two groups of four men in green jumpsuits and hockey masks emerge from in front and behind the convoy, raising rifles to fire. From beneath the van, Psychana sees a flash of blue light.
"A-aah?" Vanessa let out a surprised moan as their hands left her body, leaving her right at the edge of an orgasm. She should have been relieved that she didn't have to endure their disgusting touch. But, with her arousal out of control, and her mind fogged by a thick haze of lust combined with their powerful musk. "A-aaah. W-wait..." The heiress whispered, reaching out towarss them. Just as the leader played back the video, making Vanessa's blush burn brighter. "H-how do I know you'll keep your word... that he's still alive." She asked, breathing heavily. Her sexual nectar dripping from her pussy, and trailing down her inner thighs.
Grabbing the vial, Azura spots a fluorescent green liquid inside, but otherwise, there's nothing obviously special about it. Moving to Toxin, Azura sees that the woman is already up, a hand gripping the railing of the catwalk as she tries to pull herself up to her feet. Azura tenses for a moment, but sees that the villainess is clearly still too exhausted from the effects of the conjured sword to renew the fight. Looking to her side, Azura sees an onrush of water smash through the windows, the firefighters outside dousing the flames from the explosion. "This is the CPD!" A voice announces via loudspeaker from outside. "Come out with your hands up!" "Damn it, I can't go to prison again..." Toxin mumbles to herself.
"She wouldn't do that. She couldn't. She might blackmail and hurt people, but she'd never hurt me." The young man shakes his head. Clearly, though he's not stupid enough to believe that she's not ruthless, the mayor's son has never seen his mother act like Amethyst Heart has.
"Not bad. Century City's a lot of things, but a place without women, it ain't." The cop yawns. "Plenty of options for new recruits for your, uh...harem, I guess?" He takes the note. "Sure thing. Just... Parents tend to be pushy - they often don't accept the obvious answer, look for conspiracies. Normally it's just a way of grieving, but in our case..." He shrugs. "Still, I doubt they'll cotton on to a fact that a squid monster took their daughter."
"Damnit!" Psychana cursed and propelled herself from the building top, using her psychokinesis to safely descend towards the street level. Whatever the blue light was it was, she figured first she had to deal with the armed men in the street, saving civilian lives always took priority; then she could deal with whatever else may arise. As she approached the ground, she sent one psychokinetic blast towards the closest group of four before she tried to conjure a bubble shield around herself. She doubted its effectiveness against high powered rifles, but it would most certainly be better than nothing.
Lana chuckles, before sliding her way onto the bed in front of Calista, spreading her long, toned legs and pulling aside her panties, revealing a pink womanhood just starting to glisten. "Then since you played with my toys, it's time you played with me." Reaching for Calista's hair, she guides the singer's head in close.
"Hmm?" The thugs stop, staying just out of reach. "Wait? And what are we waiting for, exactly?" One of them grins. The lieutenant takes an eye away from the camera's viewscreen and grins. "Heh, like we said, we'll send a proof of life video when we tell you the drop off point. But as to how you'll know that we won't kill him after that? You don't. You're at our mercy." One of the thugs reaches out, a finger pressing against her chest, before sliding upwards to her throat. Taking her neck in his hand and squeezing, he grins. "You like being at our mercy, don't you?"
"Nnh." Vanessa groaned, an obvious change from earlier when she'd have just cursed at them. But as one of the thugs approached, "Mmmh." They'd see her shudder as he touched her chest, "W-who would... mmh, get aroused by... being at your mercy." She replied, her foggy mind failing to realize that she just confessed how turned on she was as he squeezed her throat. However, since he was just a normal thug, amd Vanessa's collar was still supplying her with godlike powers. She barely felt him choking her.
A firefight begins on the street, with the civilians who moments ago had been marvelling over Psychana now running for their lives, as the police and criminals trade shots. Spoiler: Shield Roll D100: 45+10 Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 67+10 Remaining Hostiles: 4 Floating down to the street, Psychana thrusts her hands forward, several sonic cracks reverberating off the building facades as a shockwave hurtles forward invisibly. As one group of four focuses on gunning down the defending police, they're sent flying into the air, crashing into the lines of inert traffic, drivers staring in shock at the events in front of them. Before Psychana can congratulate herself, however, she has to hurriedly raise a shield to defend herself from the fire of four automatic rifles. The bubble deflects the high velocity rounds, but with each impact Psychana feels her sensitive nerves beginning to pulse, a powerful headache peering over the horizon. With a sonic crack, the bubble pops, though not before the heroine is able to take cover.
With a shake of her head, Psychana blew a stray lock of blonde hair that had fallen out of place out of her eyes. Then, she propelled herself into the air once again over top of her cover where she shot another psychokinetic blast towards the last four gunmen.
With a content hum, Calista greedily laps at the lips before her as she's pulled onto them, resting her hands on Lana's hips. Maybe I should go out as Calista more often if it'll fulfill all my dreams this quickly! Possessing a modicum of experience, she circles the woman's clit once or twice, teasing it with her breath, before lowering her tongue back into Lana's passage, testing the interior for any reactions. With her task distracting her, Calista doesn't notice Lee speeding back up until the jostling returns her attention to her backdoor, including the rekindled, slowly building pleasure she first felt just minutes ago. She struggles to maintain concentration on Lana, gradually licking more energetically, abandoning the teasing and experimenting in favor of stimulating her weak spots.
Azura put the vial away; she would decide what to do with it later. Right now she had more important things to worry about. “Sorry, honey, but you should have thought about that before you attacked this place, caused damage to it and likely hurt some of the people working here. Letting someone as infamous as you go is not an option, I am afraid. Don't make this more difficult than it has to be and surrender quietly – might make it easier to get out of prison.” The magical girl tried persuading her to not make things difficult. She had no doubt that Toxin would get out before long – people like her always did, somehow...
"Aroused?" The men laugh. "The same kind of girl who'd beg the men who just groped her to wait. The kind of girl who's going to beg us to fuck her now."
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 87+10 (Psychic skill)-5 (Headache)=92 (Crit) Remainig Hostiles: 0 Before the men can adjust their fire upwards to reach the soaring heroine, they go flying as another telekinetic attack smashes them away. The blonde hears some cheering from the crowd as they realise the good guys just won, but it dwindles when they realise that most of the police escort is injured. By this point, there's no more light coming from the underside of the van.
