"I-uh... Maybe on the way to Samodiva?" She ponders. The rest of the lesson is casual and normal, Sitra's supply of boldness having evidently dried up.
He nods. "I'm a traitor, not a coward. I won't try to run." He sighs. "I have no quarrel with the emperor himself. But things need to change or our empire will fall. Anyway, what now?"
"Haaahn!" Vizelle moaned as he hilts himself inside of her, her pussy tightening around his shaft. Letting him feel each, and every fold in her cunt. And as he slapped her ass, and squeezed her breasts. The sorceress threw her head back, shuddering as waves of pleasure jolted up her spine. It didn't take long for Vizelle's pussy clench his shaft, "Aaaahn!" Moaning, and squirting as she orgasmed.
"Now? Now we shall go to the communication room, where we will contact the Emperor." Elena said. She turned and walked to the communication center, with the admiral following her. As they entered, she ordered her subordinate to contact the Emperor. Once the contact was established, she would give her report.
“I look forward to it.” Eanne smiled and focused on the lesson. Hours later, exhausted and sweaty, the two finished the lessons at last. “I think... that's enough... for today...” Eanne managed to say, panting. “You did... great, Sitra...”
Vizelle feels her orgasm set off the man behind him, and he begins to fill her pussy with his warm seed. "Damn... You have anyone else you want beaten up?" He chuckles, moving in front of the sorceress so he can shove his cock in her mouth and force her to lick it clean.
The emperor appears in the hologram, looking a little scruffy. He listens quietly to the report. "I see." He nods, after Elena has finished, and after the admiral has had a chance to speak. "What would you suggest, Sister Elena?"
"Thanks..." She wipes sweat from her brow. "You're quite...the dancer." Sitra smiles sweetly. "Well, probably time for me to get back. Mind if I use your shower first?"
"Haahn!" Vizelle shuddered, feeling his warm seed fill up her womb. "Mmmh." She mewled, grinning as he moves in front of her. The sorceress doesn't take much convincing, as she sucks, and licks his cock clean. "Aahn. Delicious. And no, not at the moment anyway." She hummed.
“You're quite good yourself... when you do not let your nervousness get in the way, but we'll work on that. I look forward to next time.” Eanne smiled warmly at Sitra. “Of course I don't mind. The facilities in my quarters are at your disposal, so take your time and wash up. Let me know if you need any help, whether from a servant... or from me.” She offered.
Vladimir hid a disapproving look towards the recruit, Lokan had the situation in hand. Eventually the neophytes would have fear, trepidation, and uncertainty conditioned out of them. It might take a few decades but it would be done. They would instill fear, not feel it themselves. The legate and his commander took up sides opposite each other. The duel started cordially enough but quickly devolved into an all out brawl with neither man giving ground. The strikes were intense and frantic; when two warriors of the caliber of Noapte and Shryke fought it was not a dance. These were not instructing moves, a fight like this was to show the recruits what actual battle was like. No punches were pulled, no quarter given both parties fought to their best, and when it was over, both men were bloodied and breathing heavily. One of Vladimir's eyes was swollen shut when he got to his feet. "Well fought Commander." he congratulated the other man before he turned to the neophytes, "Learn from this example. A real battle is no choreographed waltz; it is savage and brutal. You must be the same. Your enemy will grant you no quarter or respite so provide them none." Satisfied his task was done, Vladimir settled into his routine until the fleet reached Lars III.
"Heh, tell me when there is." He tucks his cock back into his trousers, before giving her ass a swat and walking away.
Yet again, Eanne manages to make the woman blush with that last remark, as she retreats to the showers. As she hears the water running, Bec enters the room, chuckling as she sees Eanne covered in sweat. "Productive lesson?" The redhead grins. "Message from the palace, the date for the summit has been set. Also one from Samodiva, apparently your uncle was killed in a pirate raid." Eanne knows little about the man, other than that he was a contender for her throne.
Logan grins, wiping his bloody nose, as the men nod in response. "Any time." The rest of the week goes much the same, with Sextia inflaming Vladimir's lusts, and Selene helping to calm him down, while Logan drills his men, and the lust rider attempts to drill every woman on the ship. Finally, as Vladimir returns to his chambers one evening after combat training, he hears the sound of Admiral Artax, who he's barely seen since their 'incident'. "We're 10 hours away from our destination." Turning, he sees her standing in the hall, unusual, considering that she normally just communicates with him via comms, or on the bridge. "Also... I wanted to apologise." She crosses her arms, as she did then, with the same effect on her breasts, but her expression is conciliatory. "I don't like being talked down to, but I was needlessly confrontational. I apologise."
"Mmmh. You can count on it." Vizelle shuddered as he spanked her. And once he was out of her room, she cleans herself up. Donning her usual outfit, she checks on her disciples, mainly Halipha to see how she's doing.
Heading through the ship, she sees her disciples, training and goofing off. Halipha, with her brother, seems to have been training longer and harder than the rest, with dividends. She's learned the second technique, at least to some extent, using her brother's attacks to strengthen her mediocre psionic abilities. It's far from perfect, and she's only managed to absorb some of the energy, but nonetheless the white haired girl has learned the technique.
“Very. She is quite a good dancer when she does not let nervousness get in the way.” Eanne grinned back, but turned serious, and then frowned at the news. “I barely remember that particular uncle of mine, but still, I can't let pirates kill my relatives, not even distant ones. Once the tax summit is over we will go back to Samodiva – I want to see for myself what is going on.” She decided.
"Nicely done." Vizelle cooed, smiling as she saw how hard Halipha was working. Once they were finished with training, she lets Alexandros relax, as she approaches the sister. "So then. It seems Mary will be joining us on our trip back home. Did you have fun with her?"
Halipha nods gratefully, sitting down after exhausting herself. Alexandros grins at his mistress. "Heh... She's a surprisingly good time."
