The prince grabs her head, ruthlessly fucking her throat, punctuating each thrust with a bolt of pleasure through her body. Before long, she feels his cock twitch, and knows that it won't be long before he cums.
“If there's anything else here, it is too well hidden for me to find. No point wasting more time here. Let's go back.” Eanne sighed after the search.
"Mmh. Mmh. Hhhhm." Vizelle moans as he began fucking her face, her throat vibrating against the tip of his cock. As the psionic pleasure he send towards her body caused the sorceress to shudder. Feeling her own climax was imminent, she pushes herself deep down his shaft. "Mmmmh!" Moaning as she squirts, her fluids leaking through her leotard.
Returning to her own ship, Eanne finds that everything is in order. The guards have nothing to report, and Zakira's punishment is still ongoing.
Finally, the prince moans out, cumming violently down Vizelle's throat, before he lets her fall to the ground, his cock leaving her. It's a long moment before the man is capable of speech once more. "That's...one hell of a job offer...'
"Gulp. Gulp. Gulp." Vizelle swallowed his seed as he came, "Aaaah." Moaning as his cock leaves her throat, the sorceress licks her lips. Before leaning in to clean his meat pole with her mouth. "Mmh. As I said, if you produce wonderful results. Aahn. You can consider this a bonus." She teased.
Alright, time to take an extended look at those videos of auntie... Eanne retreated to her quarters to check out the videos of her aunt she had found.
Getting comfortable, Eanne presses play on the terminal she found, and sees an elegant bedchamber. There, stands her aunt, the woman looking as regal and serene as normal. Her reverie is shaken by a noise out of frame, and she turns around to face Zakira. "Oh, my husband's latest attack dog." The blonde sneers. "What do you want? Why have you interrupted me?" The mercenary smirks, not answering. She simply holds out a holoprojector, which plays a lurid video displaying Eanne's aunt. "Naughty of you, huh? Now, if you don't want this getting out, I suggest you start showing more respect." Eanne's aunt gulps, and nods. "Y-Yes..." Zakira grins wider. "Yes what?" The noblewoman blushes hard. "Yes, mistress..." -------------------- What follows, across the multiple videos, is hours upon hours of Zakira ravaging the woman, using her fingers, tongue, strap-ons of multiple shapes and sizes, and even a psionically created futa cock at one point. "What are you?" Zakira taunts. Without shame, the noblewoman looks up and submissively utters "your bitch..." (I hope that wasn't too badly written.)
(It's great!) I had never thought about seducing auntie before, but after watching this... I am definitely going to... enjoy her company when I get the chance... Eanne licked her lips in anticipation, a hand between her legs as she masturbated to the videos. She moved back to a recording of her aunt kneeling and eating out Zakira – very similar to what Eanne's mother had done when she had lost that bet, in fact. Yes, making auntie eat me out will be fun... but Sitra doing it will be even better. She decided as the woman in her little fantasy changed from her aunt to that of the sexy widow. Eanne kept masturbating until her aunt successfully made Zakira cum, then stopped and licked her fingers. Fingers are nice, but not good enough. I need a pretty girl to eat me out. The only question is, should I call Bec, or one of my cute maids? They are all so good at eating pussy... It was an unofficial job requirement for her maids.
"Fufu. The first step would be securing more men. Loyal men." Vizelle hummed, licking her lips clean. "Then, we can see how how good your ship piloting skill is, once the ship I have is finished with repairs." She grins.
Spoiler: Who shows up? D2:2 Eanne's question is answered soon after, as Penelope, one of Eanne's longest serving maids, knocks on the door. She won't enter without permission, but Eanne is very familiar with what the woman looks like. "Lady Eanne? Pardon my prying, but I overheard you as I was cleaning the hall. Will you be wanting assistance?" She says, voice bright and cheery.
"I can get men." The prince nods. "Piloting might be a different story." He chuckles. "Princes rarely fly their own ships."
"Fufu. Sorry, let me rephrase that. We'll see how good you are commanding a ship. I doubt the navy took you in just for your looks after all." Vizelle hummed, standing up. "So, shall we continue, or do you think your party will be looking for you?" She grins, whispering in a sultry tone.
"Ah, I see." He nods. "I'm a monarch, leadership comes naturally to me." Standing and fixing his clothes, he grins. "I can have a party any night. Let's go."
“Ah, Penelope! Perfect timing, my dear! Come in, come in! I could use your... assistance.” Eanne called to her maid and closed the videos – she would get back to them later. But for now she had a maid to play with.
"Confident, I like it." Vizelle grins, laying down onto the bed. "How would you like me, "your Highness." She teased, urging him to approach.
Penelope enters the room, a bright smile on her interminably cheery face. "It would be an honour, Lady Eanne." There's little point in being coy, since Penelope's talents have been available for Eanne's enjoyment since the day the noble became an adult, and she quickly pulls down the front of her dress to expose her chest, getting onto her knees in front of Eanne. "You must be so terribly exhausted, after all this danger and excitement. Let me take care of you..." She licks up the copious amount of juices on Eanne's cunt and thighs, before planting a smooch on her pubis.
"Oh, you want more?" He laughs. "I thought we were getting started with your 'army'." Stripping again, he moves atop her. "This is sexy, but now it's in my way." He pulls at the leotard.
(Oh crap, I thought he wanted to go another round. Oh well, we can just skip to a climax then.) Vizelle uses her psionics to make her leotard disappear. "Don't worry, we'll have all the time in the world." She cooed, spreading her stocking-clad legs, revealing her drenched pink pussh to him.
