"Aaaahn!" Vizelle's psionic coaxed voice continued to fill the room as they start fucking her. "Mmmh." Shuddering as she orgasms a second time, she gets to work molding them as her soldiers, and checking their minds to see if there were any more people watching her.
Eanne raised an eyebrow at the last part. “I need to be naked? I don't mind, but it is a rather unusual requirement - If I didn't know better I would think you were trying to seduce me... not that there's anything wrong with that. But okay, I'll do it – I'm sure my guards won't mind waiting a bit longer...” She agreed, curious where this was going and what the ritual entailed.
On board the ship, Yannika retreated to her quarters where she stripped, sent her gown for cleaning and finally bathed, glad to finally be able to wash the sweat and cum from her body. Once finished, she pondered. The trip back to the capital was short she remembered (although she did spend quite a bit of it getting fucked before blacking out from pleasure). She also recalled she'd told the captain to let the crew know about her making herself available for "service", and that he himself told her he might partake on the way back. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought, but also felt a good rest would be beneficial. She left the door to her cabin unlocked before she let her eyes close as she laid naked on the bed.
Hersillia shivers as the finger enters her tight, wet core, the bra falling away to let her breasts flop free as she uses the thumb on her hand holding his cock to tease the head. She decides not to say anything about how she had taken his father before (as that might kill the mood), so that kind of size was no problem for her. She licks her lips hungrily. using her free hand to start unbuttoning his shirt as well. "I can guess it was quite a bit," she coos, "Show me more of what you've been planning..."
Heading to the palace fight pits, he sees an interesting spectacle. A captive xenos general, the enemy of one of Terra's alien allies, is made to fight waves of humans and alien animals. The general fights well, slashing with his sythe at anyone foolish enough to get close, but is beginning to be overwhelmed.
Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 22+15 (Order of Sorcerers)+15 (Lustful manipulation)=52 (Pass) In their lust, they're easy to manipulate, but Vizelle's own pleasure makes it hard for her to get a solid grip on them. They'll serve her, but if Xi Fei or another psionic tries to reclaim their loyalty, they won't have too hard a time of it. The guards moan out, before filling Vizelle's ass and pussy with their seed.
Xavier could not shake the feeling that this spectacle was somewhat tasteless and unjust, letting your captives fight to the death for the crowd amusement. He didn't know who to wish to win here, presumably the human fighters where also just tfying to buy their freedom by defeating the alien.
"No, no, it's nothing like that." Lysandra smiles. "Although I can't say the temptation isn't there. Alright, if you'll wait for just a second." She begins to draw a circle with the salt, and within the circle, various symbols of gods within the circle, before she disrobes, and gestures for Eanne to do the same. Light emanates from the bishop's body, and she begins to chant liturgical rites, asking Eanne to repeat after her.
Yannika lies for about an hour, before she hears someone approach her door. They're turned away by the guards, hoever, and she's left to rest peacefully for the night. Or she would be, if it wasn't for the demon in her head. "I wonder what your innocent son will think when he hears you had an entire cathedral of people? Then again, who knows? Maybe he's not so innocent after all. He's a powerful man, with a lot of beautiful women around him. Maybe while you were converting Lave V, one of those women were converting him..." Izzy chuckles.
Unbuttoning his shirt, she sees his leanly muscular body revealed to her, before he grabs her and presses her down onto the bed, gentle, but insistent. "How about this?" Pulling down her panties, Hersillia feels Carius' lips against her pussy, his tongue reaching forward to lunch lick inside her.
Looking at the fighters, he sees that of the humans, some look like prisoners, and others seem like professional (free) gladiators.
"Mmmh." Vizelle moaned, not feeling anyone in the control room. She decides to peek into her captives minds, both to see the layout of the place, and to check who usually watches the cameras.
Yannika tossed and turned in her bed at the demon's taunts. Carius seemed so innocent, so awkward, so shy; she couldn't imagine him being with a woman and still behaving like such an inexperienced child. But her thoughts turned to her son's confessor and she wondered if the demon's words were in fact true. Had the sister tried corrupting him? "Do not speak of this demon." she spat "My son is not the type to cohort with harlots!" 'My son!?' Yannika had refused to allow herself to say the words for so long out of fear it would give her secret away. It was always 'the young Prince', or not 'The Emperor'. It felt to strange to hear someone say them now, even if it was only herself. Strange yet wonderful. "My son..." she repeated and couldn't stop a tearful smile at the sound.
She finds that she's in the basement level beneath the casino. The guards currently in the room are the ones on camera duty, so no one should be at the cameras right now.
There's quiet for several minutes. "You'll have your son. I promise. He'll be all yours." For the first time, there seems to be no mocking or cheekiness to Izzy's voice.
Yannika tentatively turned to face the demon. "Y-you really mean that don't you? You'll help me." There was disbelief in her words, but also a cautious hope. "Thank you." she whispered and shut her eyes again. Had she really just thanked a demon? For promising to help her have sex with her son? It was a troubling thought.
Lovely. Vizelle cooed as she realized no one else was watching. With that, she starts with solidifying her control over them. Worship me, your goddess. And I will bring you immense pleasure. She telepathically said inside their head, as she fills their body with lust.
Izzy smiles at her, sweetly, as Yannika feels herself drift off to sleep. The next few weeks are a blur of hope and fear, before the ship reaches the capital once more. They're given permission to land, as well as an invitation from Carius to come to him and debrief.
Spoiler: Telepathy D100: 99 (Crit) She feels the guards come fully under her sway, as she hears multiple sets of footsteps approaching.
The trip back was much, much longer than Yannika remembered. She surmised that the Captain most likely took the 'scenic route' so that she might provide 'religious service' to the crew. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't have minded, but she felt rushed to return to the capital. Still, she performed her duties without complaint. As such, as the ship touched down it was the first time in two weeks that Yannika actually put clothes on. They felt so foreign and strange against her freshly washed skin, it was almost uncomfortable. She disembarked as soon as polite custom allowed, and as she departed truthfully told the captain she had enjoyed her stay and was happy to service both him and his crew for the trip. "I feel I will be in need of private transit more often from now on. If it should please you Captain, I should like your ship to be my personal transport. I would be willing to continue to provide religious based services to you and your crew should you accept." She informed him as she said goodbye. The Palace was her first stop. She felt the need to report to the Emperor. As well as investigate Xenephon's charge that the Emperor's confessor wanted her removed.
