Vizelle feels herself being filled up with Alexandros' warm seed, before he pulls out and wipes his cock clean on her ass. "Thanks for the fuck, mistress." He chuckles. "We should be back in the capital soon, from what I heard."
“And I thank you for your... exemplary service...” Eanne replied, managing to sound like a proper noble lady despite her lustful smirk. Finally leaving the room together with the maid Eanne would head out, unless someone needed something from her.
"I can try, sir, but a ship that size is hard to jettison. Pardon me, I didn't explain properly. The boarding craft belonged to the marines who were going to board the patrol ship. There were aliens already aboard our vessel, somehow, and they intercepted our boarding party before they ever left the Minotaur." The message is relayed to the fleet, who begin search operations.
"Ahm~" Elena moaned as his fingers probed her rougher. A hiss escaped her as he pinched her nipple roughly. She could feel her excitement growing as his rough treatment slowly grew. "And you punished me for this~" She moaned out. "You fucked me, whipped me, abused me for hours... Ahm~" She moaned out as he pinched her other nipple, she could feel his fingers increasing tempo, encouraging her to speak more. "I did not like not knowing who I was with so, I wanted to check, Iiii~!" She hissed in pain as he gave a rough squeeze to her breast. But the fingers scrapping her pussy moved even faster. "But I failed! I was locked in a pleasure loop - Ahhh!" Elena's body arched as an orgasm rocked her body. Her sex juices drenched the man's hand as she squirted. She fell on the bed, breathing heavily.
Leaving the social club, she sees the streets are bustling. She doesn't spot any surveillance, and no one asks anything of her.
"Hhhhhn!" Feeling his warm seed inside of her, Vizelle moans into the pillow. And as he pulled out, the sorceress shuddered, feeling the warm cum leak out of her cunt. "Haa... haa... fine, you better... prepare to show some results." She pants, motioning for him to leave. "Haa." And once he did, she lets out a deep sigh. Vizelle gets up, cleans herself, and sits back down on the bed, still wearing nothing but her semi-transparent leotard, and thigh-high stockings. "Well, at least they show some promise." She cooed, picking up and book, and reading it until they land.
"So you didn't know who I was? Dubernay didn't tell you?" He looks skeptically at her, not caring as she squirts over his expensive robes. "That's all you wanted to know?"
'We need to make sure the ship does not have any further aliens aboard then, blow that boarding ship up so long as the hangar won't be too badly damaged,' Xavier said, before he took the comms, ordering the ship to go to alert and start a full sweep for any alien life onboard. Xavier oversaw the operation from the bridge, hoping it would come up with no further sightings.
"If he is still within the borders of the Empire, you can be assured we will be assisting in that hunt as well," she says as she takes a seat, "And I can understand why you and yours might feel the way you do. But speaking from experience, ruling by yourself can be full of unexpected dangers, especially without the safety network the Empire can offer in the face of alliances that may not hold once the immediate threat has been vanquished."
With her needs taken care of and with no one wanting anything from her Eanne decided to take a walk around the city and familiarize herself with it. Looking at maps is nice and all, but a pleasant stroll and visiting each location in person is better. Besides, it's always a good idea to know how to quickly get from one location to another in case of an emergency. I will make sure to stick to the safe districts, though – no need to tempt fate by going to the less reputable areas. She thought as she walked.
Elena moaned, her body still shaking from orgasm, her mind in dreamland. Smack! "Ehm~" She moaned as a hand smacked her tit, bringing her back. "I asked a question." The man demanded as he put his fingers - still covered in her juices - into her mouth and grabbed her tongue. "Answer." "Yeaaahhh!" Elena managed a confirmation to a single answer to the man's question. Her tights quivered as she was becoming turned on again.
By the time Vizelle goes to order the young sorcerer to leave, he's already out the door. Spoiler: Psionic Lore Roll D100: 34+15 (Order of Sorcerers)=49 (Minor Fail) The text is written in an unknown script that Vizelle doesn't quite recognise. Nonetheless, using some deductive reasoning, she's able to pin down several words and their meanings, and is confident that next time she tries to decipher the book, she'll have a better time of it. The ship sets down on Constantinopolis Secondus, in the same bay they left from. We're here, Inquisitor Valleus' voice enters her mind.
"Hmm. Interesting." Vizelle cooed as she barely managed to read the book. "Well, at least it seems promising." She sighed, closing the book as Valleus' voice enters her mind. Very well, I'll be out in a moment. Ma~s~ter. She replied in a playful tone, as she stands up, putting on her dress, and making sure her appearance was in order. Once she's all straightened out, she meets up with her disciples to see how they're doing.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100 81+10 (Military)=91 (Crit) Watching through the cameras, Xavier sees the boarding ship destroyed by multiple blasts from the defensive cannons, before whatever the aliens are planning can come to pass. Despite the sheer size of the ship, the on board marines do a good job of clearing it out, catching the aliens in the act of moving through the ducts, and incinerating them without any risk of casualties. Still, though, despite their confidence that the ship is clear of hostiles, how exactly the aliens got on board is a mystery. The rest of the fleet reports in in bits and pieces. Byzantion Space Station had to deal with a small infestation of the spider-like creatures, but the Centauri fleet is uncontaminated.
He nods, as one of the gold plated guards enters the room to make sure the power armoured soldier doesn't try anything. Hersilia's other guard stands outside the door. Captain Varren pays Hersillia's men no mind. "I do hope he can be found, but I'm the wrong man to speak with about the rest of it. I'm just a soldier, pure and simple. Ruling, I leave to others."
'We'll have to go through some logs and figure out how those things got on the ships in the first place,' Xavier said. With the operation over her ordered the crew to stand down and go to normal readiness, 'Maybe our guest knows more, but I doubt it. Before I forget, have one of the guest quarters on the officer's deck made ready for her. You have the helm, number one.' Xavier left the bridge again, heading down to the med station to check-in on Ensign Reinhardt.
Fear gripped Yannika as the alarms sounded and her instinctive fight or flight response took over. Flight easily won, but there was no place to flee. She therefore had to take a moment to settle her nerves. The captain had called her to the bridge and so she left to do as instructed. The corridors of the ship were hectic as soldiers and sailors rushed to their posts and it took her more time than she would have like to reach her destination. When she finally did reach the bridge she found it a flurry of activity, and she called out "W-what is it? What's happened?"
"Well I hope those who command you are as frank and reasonable as you seem to be, Soldier," Hersillia says with a warm smile, "In the meantime, I presume they'll want me to cool my heels here until such time as they feel ready to receive me?" She stands up as she spots a mini-bar, walking over to it and rummaging through it to see what kind of booze they have on this planet. "Forgive me for not offering the two of you anything. You are both on duty and all that."
Wandering the streets of the capital, Eanne begins to understand the layout of the streets, walking around the grand bazaars of the market district, the clubs of the entertainment district, the grand cathedrals looming over the church district, etc. Spoiler: Threat Roll 77 Spoiler: Awareness Roll d100:37 (Fail) Eanne feels herself enjoying her time among the streets, taking in the music and the culture. So much so that she never notices the group following her. They're subtle, aware of how to move and dress in more affluent areas without attracting attention. As Eanne walks into the hallway of a roofed bazaar, the stalls on either side packed up and deserted, her pursuers finally show themselves. Ahead of her, Eanne sees three men, normal looking, but all of them fit beneath their affluent clothing. Turning, she sees another three walking up behind her, one of them the man she caught looking at her earlier.
