"Mmmh! Haaaaahn!" Vizelle threw her head back as the mech pistoned its massive dildo inside of her, "Aaaaahn!" The sorceress shuddered, squirting as her sensitive body basked in the sensations. Her vision flashing white, as the mech's intense speed, and lack of concern for her well being prolonged her orgasmis bliss, until it turned into another climax altogether.
“Thank you, my liege.” Eanne smiled and bowed her head briefly. “I hope you have people who can investigate the sector discreetly, without attracting attention. It might give the Church and the Guild the wrong idea if people suddenly start asking questions about that particular sector, but if it can be made to seem like it is something that was already planned – surveying a remote sector on behalf of the new Emperor is not unheard of – then it should be fine, I believe.”
Vizelle begins to lose track of time, the only thing in her mind the fake cock that's brutally pounding her. Finally, some time later, she awakens, sore and tired, but very satisfied.
"Good idea, I'll send out a patrol, and make sure their log says that they were dispatched before your mission." Carius nods. "So, the only thing left is the tax summit, but since you've already made a deal with each of the factions, I'd say that you don't have to attend that if you don't want to. I'd say you've very much completed your mission."
"Haaahn... haaahn... aaahn." Vizelle panted as the mech finally stopped. "Mmmh." The sorceress shuddering, feeling dozens, if not hundreds of orgasmic bliss washing over her. She could barely feel her lower body, but she could tell how drenched it was.
"Mmh. Fufu. That was... intense." Vizelle shuddered, gulping as she slowly got off the bed. She uses her psionics to clean up, and checks on how Mary's gangbang was going.
Once aboard the Endless Night, Vladimir returned to his chambers and reviewed the dossier sent by the Emperor. Once he'd finished reading it he opened up a comm channel to Artax. "Admiral, organize the fleet and set course for Lars III, we will depart as soon as we're able. There's a demonic outbreak on the planet and the Nightfall Battle Fleet is going to war. Summon the fleet captains and report with them to the briefing room in one hour." When finished he opened another channel to Sextia. "Sextia, contact the Legion commanders and have them assemble on the Endless Night to meet in the conference room for a mission briefing in one hour." He then closed the channel and made his way to the conference room.
Heading out, she finds Mary on the mattress, covered in the seed of the various marines. The ten who were originally playing with her have departed, but have been replaced by the five who were originally left out. Mary is clearly exhausted, but moans in dazed enthusiasm nonetheless.
Several hours later, the captains stand around the holographic planning table. Prime among them are Logan, who stands confidently, examining strategic information and the Lust Rider, who eyes up Artax, a naked woman clinging to him. Artax ignores his attention, instead electing to give a standard report about their space forces. Nothing has changed since the last report, and luckily it seems that there are no enemy space forces around Lars III, or at least that's what the planetary defence force and Inquisition report. Also there is Mother Selene, though she hangs back, not speaking on military matters, since it's not her field, but ready to give advice about the demons if necessary.
"Fufu." Seeing the creature's lust drunk state, Vizelle decides to let them continue. For now, she checks on how her disciples training has come along.
Spoiler: Psionic Rolls D100+15=31 Sadly, as she checks on her disciples, she finds that they haven't been able to master the abilities they've been assigned.
"Hmm. Well, we'll still be here awhile." She sighed, deciding to practice a new spell of her own. Vizelle attempts to learn the first book's increase in combat psionics.
Spoiler: Psionic Roll D100:66+15 Spending some time alone, she manages to raise a strong barrier, mirroring the movements of psionics thousands of years ago. Bringing in the disciples, she manages to deflect and absorb their attacks in her shield, before sending them bursting forth in an immense blast of energy. It's nothing compared to those who pioneered the technique, but among modern enemies, it should be powerful.
"Fufu. Wonderful." Vizelle grins, showing her disciples how its done. "Now then. Do learn the techniques I've thought you." She said with a smile, "The first one to do so, will gain a very special prize." She then sweetened the deal.
The disciples fall in to eager work, trying to win their prize. Spoiler: Npc Roll 77 A few days later, Alexandros enters his mistress' cabin, eagerly creating a barrier and demonstrating that he's mastered the technique.
"Oho? Well done." Vizelle grins, "Ah, but you're probably expecting me as your reward, aren't you?" She hummed, "Sadly, it isn't me... this time at least." She teased, leading Alexandros to the room Mary is using. As the door slid open, Mary is seen, wearing only her lingerie. "She's yours for the day. Fuck her, have her attend to you. Just don't leave any permanent damage." The sorceress then moves aside, "Enjoy." She cooed, moving to the med bay to check on Urik, and attempt another extraction.
Part of Eanne wanted to participate in the tax summit and see things through to the end, while another part of her wanted to focus on other things, such as checking out what was going on with the pirates around Samodiva or spending a bit of time with Sitra. “If I may ask, when is the summit going to take place, my liege?”
He looks disappointed at being denied Vizelle, but grins as he sees Mary. "Mmm, she'll be a fine consolation." He's already stripping, approaching the scientist, who looks up at him with nervous lust. In the med bay, she sees Omera and Verner once more, and manages to absorb the energy from Urik. Like that of the sphere, it creates a strange sensation in her body, and she's not quite sure what it's doing to her.
"Well, an official date wasn't set. Perhaps tomorrow or the next few days? But I can delay it if it suits you." He shrugs.
