“Nothing to apologize for, Bec, it's not your fault your ex made the decisions she did. I'm sure things will turn out well and Samodiva will be fine despite the trouble.” Eanne smiled reassuringly. “And no, I don't want a different bodyguard. You have done nothing to make that necessary and I am not going to hold you responsible for the actions of other people you had no control over. So don't worry about it.” She gave Bec a warm smile. “Anyway, I was thinking... maybe I could try a different approach when dealing with the crew of this merchant. Specifically, I would like to try reading their minds from a distance via telepathy and see what secrets I might learn. Hopefully at least a few of them have some idea what their captain is up to. So would you mind if I practice my telepathy on you a bit? Specifically, I try to read your mind and see what you are thinking of, and you try to resist it. If that is alright with you – I am not going to force you.” Eanne paused to catch her breath, before adding “And maybe after that you could give me a few tips for self-defense – just in case I end up in a situation where I need them. Hopefully that won't happen, but I can't be too careful.” (Yeah, Eanne's Telepathy has been underused so far. Time to try and put it to a bit more use, I think...)
Rikkert grins, not stopping his aggressive lovemaking for a moment, instead taking a firm grip of her throat and squeezing as all three cocks ravage his mistress. Finally, with a roar, he lets out an even larger flow of cum, and collapses atop her.
"Thanks, boss." Bec gives her a smile. "I suppose I have no problem with that, sure. I trust you not to take advantage." She smirks.
"Aaaaaahn!" Vizelle shuddered, curling her stocking-clad toes as intense waves of pleasure washed over her. Orgasm, after orgasm leaving her that much closer to unconsciousness. And by the time Rikkert finished, the sorceress was lust drunk, "Haaahn... f-fufu. So good." She cooed, breathing heavily as he collapses on top of her.
"Mmmh. For now." Vizelle cooed, taking a deep breath. "Aahn. Now then, rest, you still have to work on the barrier." She said with a grin.
For the first time in as long as she could remember, Yannika felt nervous and uneasy in a church. It wasn't fear, not really, paralyzing fear is what she felt when she faced Xenephon; this was anxiety. Her pulse quickened and she made a conscious effort to control her breathing and body language. Taking direct action against a cardinal was dangerous, but she also knew it was necessary. Necessary for Carius and her yes, but also necessary for the church itself. She felt and knew in her bones that the church's place was the spiritual guidance of the people. Politics needed to be left to the Emperor and his ministers. "The Emperor's faith is as strong as ever Your Eminence." Yannika answered truthfully with a curtsy and allowing the cardinal a better view of her cleavage. "I'm certain his devotion to the gods will only increase from now on." She looked around the cardinal's sanctum and asked aloud, "I suppose the celebration you'd spoken of is still in the works?"
"Haaah." Vizelle sighed, going to sleep next to her disciple. Fufu, I guess I have three weeks to turn the crew into my loyal subjects. She thought to herself as she drifts to sleep.
The cardinal grins as he sees her cleavage. "Yes, only the best for you, dear, and that takes time." He pats the seat beside him. "You've been such a fine servant of the gods." He touches her cheek. "If you were remaining in the church, I'd say that someday you could become a bishop, or even a cardinal, but alas." He smiles. "If you continue to allow me to shape our young emperor, and keep him on the right path, perhaps you might be a candidate for sainthood?"
She awakens many hours later, realising that she's slept basically all day, not that it matters on a ship in the void of space. Outside, she hears the disciples practicing the barrier technique.
"You flatter me Your Eminence." Yannika replied, "I merely walk the path the gods have laid before me. In their infinite wisdom and grace they saw fit to make me the Emperor's mother; I desire nothing more than the dual role of being his wife. I wouldn't dare to ask for more. Sainthood is something... too ambitious. But knowing I have your support and the blessing of the church means so very much to me Your Eminence, thank you."
"As does your faith." He reaches across to pull her against him. Even through his robes, Yannika can see that he's hard. "Know that your actions will help me greatly. Now that the emperor is in my hands, nothing will stop my to become the High Patriarch of all the Church." He smiles at Yannika. "We'll guide the faithful into a new golden age under my guidance. And of course," he reaches across to touch her face and pull her in, "you won't be forgotten in this new age. You'll be spending your time tending to your husband, but I'm sure you'll find some time to spend with me." He grins, and begins to kiss her, tongue exploring her mouth as his hands go straight to her breasts.
"Mmh." Vizelle cleans herself up, before heading out her room. "Well, since they're hard at work, may as well leave them be... for now." She grins, as she looks for Jaya to check up on her work, and solidify her brainwashing.
She finds Jaya by the gunship. Spoiler: Jaya's Engineering Roll D100:66+15=81 Looking at the gunship, Vizelle can tell that a great deal of work has been done, and from her grin, Jaya clearly considers it a success.
"I don't know much about machine, but I can tell how skilled the mechanic is." Vizelle cooed, complimenting the scout master. "Fufu. I do hope my payment was enough for such level of work." She whispered.
Jaya beams at the praise, before grinning. "I think I'll be taking my payment in multiple installments..."
"For this level of work, I'd happily pay all of them." Vizelle teased, "Fufu. Shall we start on that now, or later I wonder?"
"Up to you. I have something to show you, something you might like, but it will leave you indisposed for at least a few hours." She grins.
"Oh? How exciting." Vizelle smirks, "Well, we have three weeks. And unless anything drastic happens, a few hours is nothing." She cooed, "How about we start after our meal?"
