Carius blushes and scratches the back of his head in embarrassment. "I-uh... I think that they seem a capable bunch. Where their loyalties lie, though, is a little harder to say."
“Mmm, this is good...” Eanne commented as she took a sip of her drink. Seeing that the maid was not going away she got an idea. Let's see if I can use telepathy to hear her thoughts without anyone noticing... “You mentioned rooms upstairs... tell me more. What are they like, what do they include...” She smiled at the maid and waited while attempting to read her mind – quite literally.
Once again, she nods. "I would agree with both those assessments. So I'm happy to hear you can keep your wits about you despite such temptations. Might be worth having another man or two added down the line however, just to curtail talk about your... tastes." She sighs, perhaps a little over dramatically as she reaches out to ruffle his hair and her smile turns more gentle and soothing. "I do worry about you, my dear Emperor. So much thrust upon you so quickly. We have a moment to ourselves now, so if you are troubled or stressed, please... let me know and help how I can."
"Aaahn... nooo. Stay away, you brute." Vizelle cried out in an erotic voice, as he pulls down the top of her one piece dress, revealing the slightly transparent leotard she wore underneath. "Mmmh. Someone help! An inquisitor is trying to capture me!" She cried out again, after enveloping the room in her sound-proofing magic. And as he rolls up the lower part of her dress, pulling the crotch of her leotard to the side. Vizelle shuddered, "Aaahn." Moaning as his fingers entered her smooth, hairless pussy. Which he'd find already drenched with her juices. Then as he sends her a telepathic order, "Mmmh... y-yes, sir." She replied, while also digging her way deeper inside his mind.
"Well, they're all equipped with state of the art beds for maximum comfort, with complementary room service and..." As the woman talks, Eanne reaches out with her mind. Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 92 (Crit) Maybe the woman has weak defences, or has her guard down, but Eanne feels her consciousness sliding into the maid's mind far more easily than normal. She sees a vivid mental image of one of the opulent stately rooms upstairs, of herself sitting on the bed naked, and the maid between her legs. As the maid's tongue begins to reach out towards Eanne's most sensitive places, the maid's fantasy shifts, and is replaced by real memories. Eanne sees the maid going upstairs with various customers, male and female... Including Duke Chernobog... She sees no exchange of money in return for the sex, clearly this establishment is above something so 'crude'. Instead, the management here leaves the staff and customers to make arrangements of their own. Finally, the vision ends. "Ma'am, is everything alright?" The blonde tilts her head slightly.
He nods. "Er, um, yes... There are men on the council, a few generals and admirals, it's just none were here today..." He looks embarrassed, and Hersilia can tell without trying that he's afraid she thinks he's some kind of pervert. "I, uh..." He softens, as she ruffles his hair. "I just need you to stay with me, and be like you always have been. You're the only person I know I can trust." The young man smiles at her, the imperial demeanor cracking.
Hersilia laughs at his bashful reaction, not thinking him a pervert in the slightest despite her teasing. Her hand slips down from his head to his cheek, her voice growing softer as she does so. "I cannot be by your side at all times but I will render whatever aide you require while we are together..." Her eyes momentarily dart downwards on his body suggestively, and a little biomagic makes her chest ever so slightly fuller and more noticeable. "Whatever aide at all."
“Yes, everything's fine. I was just trying to imagine the room as you were describing it...” Eanne took another sip of her drink. “It sounds wonderful. I think I definitely need to give the maids... I mean rooms... a try...” She licked her lips and smiled as waited to see the maid's reaction to her “accidental” slip (that wasn't accidental at all).
Valleus grunts in irritation, taking hold of the front of her leotard and physically tearing it away from her body. "Quiet, slut." His hand grips the back of her neck, and forcefully turning her around, he presses her down so that she has to bend over the holotable. Spoiler: Velleus' Telepathy Roll D100: 61-15 (Lustful Manipulation) -15 (Order of Sorcerers) =31 (Fail) As Valleus begins to strike her ass, Vizelle feels him trying to penetrate her mind, attempting to do to her literally exactly the same thing that she's doing to him. He skillfully works his way through her defences, but her training and his lust means that he's unable to properly get a grip on her mind.
"You don't... You don't need to do that, Hersillia." His voice sounds softly. "You're beautiful, but I'd never make you... You know..." He looks up at her, an air of tension in the air between them.
Spoiler: Awareness Check D100: 14 (Fail) If the maid is surprised at all that a new patron seems to know about the club's hidden activity, she doesn't show it. "Of course, ma'am. I'd be delighted to show you upstairs, if you'd like. We like our guests to get comfortable here."
"Aaahn." Vizelle moans as he rips open her leotard, revealing her milky white breasts, and erect pink nipples that were straining through the fabric. She obediently bends over, a little surprised that he'd actually try and do what she was doing. Unfortunately, this sort of thing is my playground. She thinks to herself, but acts as if his attempt succeeded anyway. "Aahn... m-master... please..." She pleads as if his attempt to dominate her mind worked, but while he was enjoying himself. Vizelle presses on to increase her importance in his mind.
“Sounds good. Better be leaving soon then.” without much more to say, Vivian began to punch a few things in as she issued the command for take off.
I get the feeling I am missing something here... oh, well, nothing I can do about it. “I'd love that... after I finish my drink. In the mean time tell me a bit about yourself. For starters, what is your name?” Eanne smiled at the maid as she sipped her drink again, then took a discreet look around, checking to see what the other people there were doing ad if anyone was paying attention to her and the maid.
"Heh," Vizelle hears from behind her, "You're mine now, little witch." She hears a zipper being undone, and then feels Valleus enter her. His length is average in size, but as he begins to aggresively pound her cunt, raining blows down upon her ass until it's bright red, she finds that it feels good nonetheless.
The Borealis heads out into space, Constantinopolis Secondus dwindling and growing smaller as Vivian looks out the viewport. After a few more minutes, the planet is a mere speck, and the ship is quiet but for the sound of the engines and the crew. She's been assigned a relatively spacious cabin to rest in for the trip. After a few moments of getting settled down, the Vraill hears a knock on her door. "Viv." She hears Casca say. "Can I come in?"
"That you would never make me is part of why I am willing, my silly boy," she replies, her hand slipping down further still so her fingers lightly rest on his chest, "And until we find you a proper concubine or bride that is to your liking for such matters, we really should make sure you are... distracted by as little as possible while carrying out your duties."
"Aahn... y-yes... master..." Vizelle replied, shaking her ass while he unzipped his pants. "Haaahn!" And as he unceremoniously entered her cunt, she moans. "Aaahn... yesss... please punish me, master. Please correct my ways, and let me serve you for the rest of my days." She moaned, enticing him further. Though she did find it pleasurable, causing her pussy to tightly clench around his shaft, especially after each of his spanks.
"Of course, no need to hurry." The maid takes a seat next to Eanne. "I'm Felicia, ma'am. A pleasure to meet you." Spoiler: Awareness Check D100: 12 (Fail) Looking around, Eanne spots some drunk navy officers eyeing them up, clearly deciding whether they should come over and try their luck, but nothing else.
(Sorry, I can’t write much today. Have to be leaving for work soon) The trip was overall decently quiet, Vivian for the time being, making a few notes and recordings to herself or possibly in the event of her death to what people who find it should do, until she heard the cyborg knocking. Shutting off the feed for a moment, she glanced back at the door. “It’s open.”
