Xavier continued to enjoy the cigar and brandy, looking to Felicia, 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to have you just standing there waiting on me. Could you bring me another brandy?'
"So tell me, my Emperor," Hersillia coos as once they are inside and the doors are closed, leaving them alone, "Have you never thought of me this way before now...?" She moves her arms so that she now fully embraces him, her full breasts pressing against his chest as she looks him in the eye giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Or have you had... ideas... in the past?"
"Of course." The guard nods, affecting a courteous disposition to not make a scene. The guard gently but firmly takes her arm, and leads her upstairs. Heading up, she's led to a balcony overlooking the district. A group of guards stand there, around a muscular thug, and Vizelle's target, who leans over the railing. "You have two choices, friend." The Zhou family gangster says, looking back at the thug. "Sign over all your businesses, and get on your knees. Or, we break every bone in your body and throw you over this railing. What's it going to be? Pleasure, or pain?" The man looks around, clearly scared despite his impressive physique, before kneeling between her legs and beginning to eat her out. "Good choice." She chuckles, before her eyes meet Vizelle's. "I hear we have a cheater."
"Riiiight... It's the 'gods' who made you want to get gang banged by every guy you see..." Izzy chuckles. "I'm not shaming you, dear, far from it. Actually, you make your religion more appealing than I thought it was..." Rhaiya shakes her head. "I-honestly, I'm not sure I believe anymore. I'm not sure I can go back. That...thing...that helped Barra, it wasn't a god. It told us."
"Oh, it's no trouble. We like to give our guests the personal touch. I'll be right back." She heads off to get some more.
Seeing her prey, Vizelle smiled. "Oh my, how daring." She gasped as she saw the thug eat out Zhou Xi Fei. But as their eyes meet, the sorceress raises an eyebrow. "A cheater? And who might that be?" She asked as she starts probing Zhou Xi Fei's men's minds.
Another kiss and she starts to move her hands up and down, lightly stroking his spine as she rubs up against him more intently, grinding her crotch lightly against his. "Oh-ho. My dear boy was thinking of becoming a man with me before, was he? And what kind of fantasies might they have been? Something where you leave everything to me or...?" She lightly starts pushing him backwards, guiding him towards the bed. "... Do you make me yours?" Her lips move downwards, lightly brushing against the hollow of his neck. "Tell me quickly, dear Carius... before I act out my own ideas."
"Mmm, not bad..." Xi Fei moans as the thug licks her pussy. "Once you remove the illusion of choice, they tend to get rather enthusiastic, I find." She chuckles, before looking at Vizelle. "You're far from the first psionic cheater we've gotten here, lady." Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 24+15 (Order of Sorcerers)= 39 (Fail) Try as she might, she can't get through the guards' mental barriers. "Your parlor tricks aren't going to help you." Two of the guards grab Vizelle, pulling her to the railing.
Carius moans softly, kissing her back as she touches him. "I-uh..." He grabs her, hands reaching down to squeeze her ass, as he kisses her neck. "I had a fantasy about doing this..." He unzips her dress and pulls it down, eager to see what's beneath.
Hersillia lets out a pleased sounding hum as he kisses her and gropes her buttocks. As he unzips her dress, it falls away to reveal she is clad in a black, silk bra that is almost see-through, her nipples just barely visible beneath the material. The same goes for her matching panties, the outline of her core vaguely, tantalizingly obscured. "Oh, my," she coos, "And how did I look in those fantasies? Like this? Bigger? ... Or like when we first met?" As she speaks, she casts a bit of Biomancy on herself, momentarily letting her tits swell to a larger size, almost straining against the gossamer thin material of her bra before returning to normal and then letting her face shift to look as she had when she first arrived at the palace, a younger but still clearly adult woman that once gazed at him fondly but now had clear lust in her eyes.
The invasion was devastating for Elena. Next time she would use the fleet to bombard the enemy's positions. With the loses sustained, she would be 'recruiting' captured female pirates. With pirate Captain broken, Elena decided to have an entire new personality and skill set implanted into her. That of the bodyguard, servant and sex worker. Start blasting it and demand surrender or they will be destroyed. I would prefer to capture the man alive, but I will be happy with dead. But I am not throwing any more of our soldier's lives away for the man.
"Psionic? Winning three matches makes me a psionic now?" Vizelle cooed, making no moves to resist as they pull her to the railing. "How unfortunate that such an establishment couldn't even bare to lose a couple of chips." She teased.
"Pretty big..." He nods, before reaching up to squeeze her breasts through her bra. "Damn, these are fantastic..." He kisses her again, his tongue meeting hers, as one of his hands reaches into her panties, exploring and eventually discovering her clit.
Thrax nods, and the ship's lighter cannons begin to hammer the prince's cruiser. Spoiler: Morale Check D100: 42 Soon, an offer of surrender comes through the comms, the prince himself asking for quarter.
"Harder, you dog!" The woman commands the thug on his knees. "We employ psionics of our own, and we're not stupid. We know you used telepathy on the dealer and the other patrons."
"Fufu. And how do you know these psionics of yours aren't lying to you?" Vizelle asked, "Hehe. Are you accusing me because they seemed captivated?" She added, pushing her chest forward, "Are you sure it wasn't because of these?"
"Unconditional surrender will be accepted. If they refuse, blast them from space admiral." Elena said with relief. It was finally over...
"I trust them more than I trust you, ooh, nice..." She encourages the man behind her. "But, if you're looking for some fun before we throw you off the balcony, I'm sure my men will oblige."
It takes about an hour to secure the enemy ship, after which the prince is escorted to the bridge by several of Elena's men. "Urgh, unhand me!" He looks to Elena. "I demand to be treated with the respect due to a man of my rank!"
