Fendrat put gloves on hands and check controls for way in. "I curios what will happen to our former comander, what do you think?"
"Yeah, I guess it basically is." He chuckled, "I mean, unless you find having a Zeltron, whose pheromones keep you horny all day, keep bugging you about upgrading your arm every few days. It is."
After a moment, the white haired gangster arrives. The station isn't deserted, but without the Consortium, most of the people here have picked up and left. "Visla", he says by way of greeting. "Well done. Dano has communicated your success". He snaps his fingers, and a droid comes with a case, handing it to Paz. Inside is the full amount.
He sees that the panel is high tech, but not beyond his rewiring abilities if he removes the panel. "Which one do you mean?" Cara asks.
She groans. "Oh. I forgot about his bloody pheromones. I'm going to have to get some nose plugs." She shakes her head. "Hey, thanks for coming by".
He looks it over and nods "Thanks. I decided to head somewhere else for now to find new Work. One of My Crew was Badly injured so Until she feels better I will look for smaller Jobs with less Risk."
“Allow me to take care of this” Vahlia says as they head to the port. Arriving at the port she notices a high end ship and turns to some nearby keeping watch of it. Her eyes were locked and knew what she needed to do. Weak minded will bend to her rule. She will be a night sister soon. She looks to her group “We will take this high end one, I’ll talk to the guard here.”
Seeing him get dizzy, but not quite completely passed out, there’d need to be a slight adjustment. Moaning in a not fake way from the very touch of his tongue against her body, she pulled him onto the bed, assuming that while stronger, she’d have the edge with him distracted and in this state. Grabbing at the collar she pulled him close, smiled...and without warning introduced the electric prod to the must vulenarble part of his neck to carry the current.
"Mhm~"Gailte moaned as the younger woman squeezed her tits, making her milk shoot from her nipples. "That's better. Show some initiative." She praised the woman. She grabbed one of her legs and raise it, putting it over her shoulder, then she started pumping her fingers vigorously into Loreley's snatch. With her free hand, she grabbed the pilot's breast and started groping it. "Let's hear your moans."She then leaned forward, and kissed the woman aggressively."
Loreley kept kneading Gailte's heavy breasts, milk spraying the brunette's body and running down her hands. Lorely started to moan and mewl loudly, as Gailte pistoned her fingers in her sodden pussy. Loreley's pussy gripped her fingers with every thrust, her juices squelching lewdly as she was finger-fucked. She kept up her grip on Gailte's tits, as the older woman dove in for more kisses. Dueling tongues, Loreley moaned into her mouth, her mind assault by the pleasure flowing through her pussy, breasts and mouth. She snaked one hand down, smearing the milk along Gailte's taut belly, towards the Commodore's hairless treasure. She tried to return the favour, as she rubbed her fingers over Gailte's folds and dipped her fingers inside. A few moments later, the younger woman shook her hips, her first orgasm washing over her, she let out a long moan into Gailte's mouth, as she climaxed beneath the Commodore.
Gailte licked her lips, enjoying the woman's attempts to satisfy her. As Loreley started moaning orgasmically, the MILF smirked. She quickly escaped pilot's hold and lowered her body, so her mouth was right above her pussy. She started licking her snatch greedily, her index and middle fingers sliding into her pussy, while her pinky into Loreley's ass. "Now, shall an endurance test start?" She commented, as she started pleasuring the pilot, extending her orgasm, give her a another one, then yet another, making it as Loreley had one great orgasm.
Loreley was still groggy as Gailte redoubled her efforts. The pilot's juices came in great volume, as she writhed on the couch, experiencing pleasure she had never felt before. Small after-shock orgasms blended together into one big one, as Gailte didn't relent. Having lost access to the Commodore's breasts and pussy, Loreley hands started to play with her own breasts and nipples, moaning and mewling as she threw her head back in ecstasy. She only half-intelligably answered her commanding officer with a hoarse, 'Mhmh~! Aaahn~!' Sweat dripped off Lorley's body, flushed red and her pelvis gyrated against Gailte's tongue and fingers, she was putty in the Commodore's hands.
Zann nods. "Very well. Go out and work freelance. Just remember that while your clan is under my protection you are an employee of the Zann Consortium. I will contact you when I next have a task for you".
"Probably got killed by pirates, or by Rebels." Within moments, the door opens, and Cara strolls inside the luxurious room, finding a well stocked bar. "Seems like the captain liked his liquor. Still there's some non-alcoholic stuff here". She pulls out a few drinks.
The ship is a yacht, like Garrak's. The toydarian looks uncertain, but doesn't say anything as Vahlia approaches the guard. "Do you have business aboard?" The big human asks.
She snaps her fingers with green smoke appearing the guard bends to his knees “Bend down weak minded human...I will take control of this ship, and you shall remember my name Vahlia forever as your Mistress. Build my army and seek me out solider” Vahlia says to him in a commanding voice. Once she finishes she walks away snapping her fingers with the green smoke disappearing. She enters the ship and gives orders to her crew that the coast is clear. They fire it up and launch into orbit.
