He had a difficult time believing her words, but he didn't stop her hand. When it reached the codpiece of his armor he grunted. "There." His heart still thundered, and his breathing was still heavy, but an excitement that was slowly becoming familiar crept through him.
"Then that makes things even easier." Vizelle grins, deciding to try and mimic Urik's approach to newly arrived guests.
She smiles, undoing the plate. As his cock springs free, Selena smiles, her hand moving to touch it. "Vlad, dear..." Her hand begins to stroke him, unable to close fully around its width, but skilled enough to bring him pleasure nonetheless. "You've been blessed by the gods. Of a thousand young boys and girls in your batch, only you survived. Of a hundred survivors of the genetic modification, you alone were strongest. In the deadliest battles in all the galaxy, you proved that you had the right to lead." She adds a second hand, using her spit to lubricate his immense length. "The gods love you, you've served them well, and you've earned the right to feel pleasure." Selene looks up at him. "I get the same feelings, Vlad. Do you think that I'm corrupt?"
Spoiler: Psionic Roll D100+15 (Order)-15 (Previous failed attempt): 55 Using the machine, she's able to tap into its power. The feeling is a mash of complete sensory overload, as she experiences the earth and sky as though they were her own limbs, but eventually, she learns to channel it, and gains some limited control over the weather. She believes she'll be able to use lightning to damage the enemy ship, though probably not powerful enough to destroy it. Any unprotected humans hit, though, would be annihilated.
"Mmmh! Haaahn!" Vizelle shuddered as she successfully taps into the machine. "Wonderful. We'll be ready for them." She grins, as she moves away. "Now then, all we'll have to do is wait for their arrival." She hummed, attuning her psionics to the machine to get a better feel of it
At the woman's touch Vlad sat back in his seat, when she began lubricating his shaft with her saliva he groaned. He listened to her words, and they sounded sweet to his ears. He wasn't sure if he believed them, but they sounded so very pleasant. Everything Selene did was pleasant. Thus when she asked her question his response was immediate. "No." he grunted in please. "You're wonderful... Mother. Everything you do is pure."
Lieutenant Gaines approaches as she prepares. "Ma'am." He salutes. "We've been informed that the planet is going to be attacked. How would you like us positioned? Our orders are technically to ensure your safety, so my instinct is to keep us around you."
"As are you, dear." She smiles, before leaning down to let her skilled tongue lavish the head of his cock with attention. "Mmm, so tasty..." She moans. "My child, look at this thing that sits betwixt your legs, how immense it is, how beautiful." She moves from the couch onto the floor, taking up position between his legs and licking up and down his shaft, worshipping his cock. "How could the gods have gifted you with this, if they didn't intend you to use it?" She smiles, as she takes his ball sack inside her mouth, sucking readily on his swollen orbs. "Mmmmph... My flock has abandoned me, but you'd never do that, would you, my sweet?"
"You don't have to worry about me, Lieutenant. Unless they decide to bombard this tower, there won't even be a need to fight." Vizelle grins. "Ah, but if you want to stay close to me. I wouldn't mind." She then teased, speaking in a sultry tone.
Gaines blushes. "I'd, uh, never compromise my duty to accommodate my desires... I mean, my, uh-" He awkwardly scratches his head. "I'll position my men strategically, then."
"After the battle then." Vizelle teased just as he left. She then spends her time attuning herself with the machine, unless something else comes up.
Gaines salutes, and walks away in goose step. Just under a week later, Vizelle is experimenting with the machine, Finos and Jaya nearby tinkering with the mechanics to try and discover how it works, when an alarm goes off. Out the great window, Vizelle sees a shadow descending from the sky. Luckily, it's not the creatures from her vision, but it is a heavily armed attack craft. Vizelle sees the turrets begin to light up on the ground, their projectiles slamming into the enemy ship's shields.
"Ahh. What a wonderful addition to my fleet." Vizelle grins, she then attempts to use the machine to disintegrate every soldier inside the enemy ship, while leaving the ship itself intact.
Elena thought for a moment then smirked. "Let's not wait. The longer it lasts, the higher the chance of being discovered." She turned to the elder of women. "You might take the fall for all I care, if you are discovered." She smirked. "I am sure that you will find it interesting to experience all those things I was put through... Your daughter is the heir." She turned to the younger woman. " As long she control the house, there should be no problem, yes?" She asked.
Spoiler: Enemy Shield Strength D100: 23 Spoiler: Enemy Attack Roll D100: 15 The sky lights up with lightning, as the ship is attacked from below and above. There's a sharp sonic crack in the air as the attack ship's shields fail, and suddenly the lightning and projectiles alike begin to ravage the hull. Nonetheless, despite inflicting heavy damage on the enemy craft, it manages to land, and starts unloading troops.
Lady Van Dorn nods. "I would prefer not to be caught, but my life is nothing compared to the Jade Rose. If necessary, I will confess that my daughter had nothing to do with it."
Elena smiled. "If someone were to catch you it will be your daughter doing the punishing. And you will be begging her." She turned to the younger woman. "Of course, you shall show no mercy... but that is only if you were caught."
"I'll do whatever's necessary." The young woman nods without even a hint of hesitation, agreeing to possibly torture her own mother.
Elena smiled. "Good. Now leave. And report your success." She ordered. "Of course, the Order has nothing to do with this." She said. After two women were gone, she started making preparations for receiving the admiral.
