The two women on the bed, grabbed Seri's hands and pulled her to the bed. Then moved to lay her between themselves and hug her. "Shhh.... Easy there. It will be alright." "You can cry, we are here for you." Their hands moved over her sides and back, slowly, in a calming way. They did not try anything sexual, they just were there, giving comfort and warmth.
Spoiler: Intimidation 13(dice) +1 (Persuasion) +3 (actions/threat) Vs DC 10 - success The woman's eye teared up, her face palled as Olena threatened her. She glanced nervously at Dew. "We are just farmers! Weapons are for pesky wildlife!" She explained. "The government made donations and tax break for farmers how could transform some of the forest ands into useful farms, and my family took it!" She spoke fast, her voice frantic.
The man gasped and groaned. He seemed as if he wanted to protest, actually looked as if he was fighting his desires, for a short moment. Finally he moved back, removing his dick from Nami's cunt. It was hard, twitching and covered with her sex juices. He took a step back, giving her space to move.
Seri moves stiffly, not resisting, but unable at first to accept the kindness shown her. She wants to scream, to pour out everything that’s happened. But she’s frightened, so frightened, of what will happen if she does. She shakes, then curls inward, each hand clutching a bicep as she makes herself as small as she can, trembling in the midst of the other women and their tenderness.
"Kurwa-," Olena cursed, inhaling sharply before she could think to control her reaction. They were farmers. They were farmers and they shot them all. "Dew, uh... Dew, get her up. Get her up and back to... Back to the house. Just, um... Don't- don't bring her in yet." She commanded unsurely, before getting up and beginning to walk back to the farmhouse, quickly. Her jaw was clenched tight, tightly enough that one might be able to see it through the fur, as she fought back the tears... They were farmers like her family had been... "Where the FUCK is Oleksandr?" She screamed in the void of her mind, her thoughts turning to her brother. Once the Amaran entered the building once again, she would move the dead into whichever room was the master bedroom. Olena didn't want to make them inaccessible, but she needed to get them out of sight. Once that was done, she would call for Dew to bring the prisoner in and check on Jackie and Trask.
There’s a trace of disappointment for Nami as he withdraws. But not as much as there is relief. She looks up at him with deep gratitude as she quickly shuffles her way down to her knees, parting her lips to slide him into her mouth. The cocktail of sensations – the taste of him, and of herself, the strength of his arousal as her pheromone-sensing tendrils get so close, make her light-headed. Her heart racing, she takes him as deep in as she can, swirling her tongue to caress his cock, using every art she’s ever learned to give him the pleasure she promised.
As Seri tried to isolate herself, the woman in front of her grabs her arm and puts it around her neck. The other woman does the same. They simply do not allow Seri to close herself of. The two lay on Seri's sides, pinning her to the bed. Their own hands landed on her chest, caressing her cheeks. "It's alright." One whispered into her ear. "You can fall apart." "We are here." The other said. "We will catch you."
Few made a noise and nodded his head, in acknowledgement. Olena returned to the house, and found that Jackie was starting on the chair by the wall, eyes closed, her wound clothed. Trisk noticed Olena's return and turned to her. "I gave her medicine for pain, but she should be okay to be moved." He said. As Olena started moving the bodies, the man decided to hel her. The two grabbed the legs of the older man and started dragging him to other room. The younger man looked to be better build, but lighter, so he was easier to move. As they returned to the room with Jackie, Olena found two hold out blaster on the floor that belonged to the men.
The man had his eyes locked on Nami, they were practically shining with desire. "H-hm~" He moaned though his teeth, as he flet her lips close around his dic. She could feel his shaft twitch in her mouth, grow thicker and longer. It was as if his desire was re-ignited with her actions. He moved her tentacles to the side, then paused. She could feel it, the contraction and twitching, and bulging... He was about to cum.
Seri lays between them, feebly squirming, and then settling, just letting her chest, the curve of her stomach, rise and fall as she shudders through each breath. The women’s words seem far off, with an underwater quality to them. But she feels what they mean, and feels the outpouring of care and empathy. The pheromones and sympathetic auras of her caretakers wash over her, lifting her, filling her with a sensation of peace, and rising calm, even if temporary.
