As was usual when he was in her presence, he felt his cock grow hard and strain against the adamantine codpiece of his armor. It was uncomfortable. and he blamed her for it. Yet another thing she had to atone for. "Attend me." he commanded. "Remove my armor and store it properly."
"Yes, my lord." She looks up at him. Gently, she begins to work the clasps and buckles that hold together his armour, beginning with the cod piece. Despite her characteristic snarkiness, she's careful, almost reverential, as she removes each piece, transferring it to the mannequin used to store the armour. Finally, as he stands in only his underclothes, Sextia kneels before him, sliding her hands up his thighs and hips to touch his impossibly well muscled stomach and chest. "Mmmh... Master..." She moans, rubbing her nose against his underclothes to get a whiff of his musk. She looks up at him with a cocky smirk.
"Thank you." Vizelle said with a smile, figuring these weren't the people from cold moon. "Jaya, please, show them around, and assign them quarters where they can easily get ready in case something happens." She cooed, looking at the troops, poking into their mind to catch any spies.
"Right. Come with me." The engineer begins ordering the soldiers around. Vizelle can't feel any issues from the marines. A few of them seem attracted by Vizelle and her disciples, but nothing sinister.
Seeing no problems with the Emperor's troops, Vizelle decides to use them to her advantage when the time comes. Halipha, contant Rikker return for now. But, tell Iona to grab some supplies, and remain at the planet's orbit. Her task is to keep at eye out, and immediately report when there are signs of more ships arriving. She telepathically told her female disciples, "Now then. Feel free to return to training. Verner dear, please follow me." The sorceress then returns to the ship with her "son" in tow. "Wait here, make sure no one interrupts Mommy, okay?" She cooed, smiling, planting a light kiss on his cheek. After that, she enters her room, putting up a sound-proofing barrier, and activating the projector
Verner gives her a bright smile, and Vizelle knows that he'd die before he let anyone interrupt. With the barriers up, the projector activates after she provides some DNA samples, revealing a glamorous, and almost entirely naked, woman. "Vizelle the Black. You're a hard woman to reach." Her voice is pleasant, and oozes confidence.
"Oho? You know me, yet I don't know you. Well, either way. To what do I owe the pleasure of having you try so hard to reach me?" Vizelle grins, crossing her stocking-clad legs as she sat down.
"The name's Lorena. I'm a lieutenant in the Cold Moon. I serve under a captain you may be familiar with, a man named Markus?" She looks at Vizelle. "I've heard that both the Zhou Syndicate and Arnolf's slaver group have both had changes in management recently. I assume you see what I'm driving at?"
"My, my. It seems our attempts at counter-espionage was lacking." Vizelle grins, "Well, no matter. What is it you're aiming for then? To continue the agreement you had with them. Or, to serve under me as well?" She cooed, adding a hint of psionics into her voice.
"I'm in charge of Markus' prostitution rackets. We have ways of finding things out that others don't. Don't feel too bad about it." Lorena smirks. "I'm here under my own initiative. As far as I'm aware, I'm the only member of the Cold Moon who knows that you exist. Now, as to what I want." She pauses for a moment. "Let's just say that a change in management is called for in my organisation. Markus is not an optimal captain, and if he angers Cold Moon high command, well..." She sighs. "Our entire branch could be liquidated and replaced. So, I'm looking for alternatives. You could be one, but I needed to make sure. My more subtle form of surveillance failed, so I'm coming to you personally." Reaching out, Vizelle can't do much with psionics. The real Lorena is lightyears away, out of reach.
Elena frowned. "We need to make sure the Emperor is safe. Dubernay, those traitors need to be found out." She paused. "What about the other high ranking official. The admiral?" She asked.
"Fufufu. Well, at the moment, I have no one in charge of prostitutions. You're welcome to join me." Vizelle grins, "But on to the point. I take it you're on your way here right now? Are you the only one looking to change sides, or are the troops with you loyal to the cold moon?"
"Admiral Khal Veks. An old war hero, pushed into a desk job after some recent failures. We believe he desired vengeance, which is why he joined Ingrid. He's still with the Admiralty, and hasn't made any unusual moves." Dubernay says. "He's dangerous, though. Has a loyal group of veteran bodyguards."
"I'm still on Constantinopolis Secundus." She shakes her head. "Right now, I still want to see if you're a suitable replacement for Markus, or a threat to me. As for my people, I have the loyalty for those directly under command. They will follow me. Markus' other lieutenants, however, I have no say over." She shakes her head. "But my intention isn't to leave the Cold Moon. I was simply wondering if you could give us a better leader. A coup, like you did with the Zhous."
Oho? Then who is this other lieutenant Lian mentioned. Vizelle thought to herself, while smiling at Lorena. "How amusing. But very well, Markus was always next on my list. Once I return do expect a good show. And once I stand at the top, I expect you to show me how sincere you are in joining my ranks."
"I've included the details of my primary establishment with the projector. Come there when you're ready, and we can talk further." She nods.
"Fufu. Very well. Until then." Vizelle grins, turning off the projector unless Lorena had anything else to add. Once the conversation ended, she checks on the details.
Despite his rank, Vladimir's quarters were quite spartan. The bed was more a cot and tucked away into the corner, his desk was small (at least compared to an Eternal Warrior), and contained only a computer terminal. There was a weapons rack next to the mannequin which housed his bladed gauntlets and sword as well as his rarely used pistol. Chains hung from the ceiling however, and with his armor removed and his cock tenting the crotch of his underclothes, he grabbed a fistful of her hair once again. "Lighting to preference." He commanded, and the room fell to darkness. Even though there was no source of light in the room his enhanced Noctis eyes could see perfectly. Besides, Sextia being blind for the next while would only serve to enhance her experience, and maybe his punishment would stick this time. He pulled her under the chains and attached one to each of her wrists. A third was connected to a leather choker that he fastened around her neck. He hoisted her up by the shackles around her wrists spreading them apart and suspending her in the air. He next tightened the slack on the chain around her neck, inhibiting her ability to move her head. After that he shackled her ankles and pulled them apart to either side of the room so she was splayed and suspended in the air. Once he was satisfied, he brought his hand down on her exposed ass cheek. *SMACK* "You have been a very naughty girl." He enunciated slowly making it seem as though every word was its own sentence. *SMACK* "Your attitude cost you your right to your decency." He said and pulled the delicate chain attached to her nipples with one hand while his other groped, kneaded, and pinched her breasts before it left. *SMACK* "Your disrespect cost you your right to dignity." His hand dropped from the chain and he inserted one finger, twice as thick as a normal man's, into her pussy. *SMACK* He prodded the inside of her pussy-walls while his thumb circulated around her clit. Her breathing quickened before it became erratic, and his hand soaked with her juices. He pulled his finger out of her and brought his hand to his nostrils before he breathed in deeply. "Mmm... I smell your fear..." he said and then sucked at the digit, "...and it tastes delicious." His hand then returned to her sex and he began thrusting his finger in and out of her. *SMACK* "You flagrantly disobey me by wearing garments that obscure your sex in direct violation of my righteous punishment!" *SMACK* "And worst of all, you cause this!" He slapped his rock hard cock against her naked ass several times. "Do you feel it!? Do you feel what you've done?" he asked as his hand gripped her throat. "You must rectify this injustice immediately! I will not suffer this state any longer. Do you hear me!?" he seethed through gritted teeth. *SMACK* "How though? How to illuminate you?" he asked as his grip on her throat loosened. "With this?" he asked as his finger traced across her lips. "With these?" both hands moved to her breasts to cup them. "How about this?" he asked and smacked her ass again. "Or perhaps this would teach you best?" he questioned as a hand returned to her pussy, his thumb once again attacking her clit. "Well? What will it be woman?"
Checking the attached information, she sees that it's, unsurpringly, a brothel. An establishment called the Golden Hand, in the better part of the district Vizelle is taking over.
"Vengeance?" Elena blinked. "On whom?" She thought for a moment. "Is there anyone else who could take down the admiral? Or is there a way to convince him to stand down?" She asked.
