"Don't say things like that. I'm a servant of the gods, I don't do this for praise." Despite her chastisement, Vladimir can see that his comment...
Sitra nods, smiling. As the dance becomes more vigorous, the widow seems to grow more comfortable and confident, responding to Eanne as she learns...
Ingrid begins to writhe and rock as she's assaulted by a mix of fear and pleasure, the vibrations stimulating Elena further. Muffled moans signify...
Wynne nods, returning the grin. "Oh, I'm sure I can. It's not uncommon for the board members to meet in private to negotiate and make deals. I get...
Ingrid moans from a mix of lust and shame, the vibrations travelling up Elena's body, but she doesn't stop, eagerly licking Elena's cunt.
She nods. "Yes. There are a few candidates for leadership, but no one has managed to get a majority of the board to support them in becoming...
"Plenty of fun." Sitra giggles. "What kind of dance? I'm game."
"We've used psionic consultants, yes." She nods. "As for the disease, we're not quite sure. He got it on an uncharted world."
Ingrid can do little but moan, as her tongue reaches up to part Elena's lower lips and find the nub of her clit, lashing it with her tongue.
Ingrid cries out at the sudden contact. "W-When are you...ooh...going to let me, ah, go?" She gives a low, whining moan. "I gave you...everything...
"He'd likely die first." Wynne shakes her head. "That's why he's in cryo sleep, a xenos brain disease, inoperable."
Wynne nods. According to her, the business is centred around terraforming worlds to make them habitable, and selling them to various governments...
Selene smiles, somehow still serene and calming in her disposition, despite being covered in seed. "Don't worry about that, Vlad. You'll always...
Heading to Ingrid, Elena sees the woman moaning lewdly, tied to the table, with various sex toys keeping her constantly stimulated.
"Power." She looks back. "I want to rule the Consortium."
"Thanks, Eanne." She smiles, doing a small twirl as they dance. "I-uh, haven't done anything like this in a long time."
"Right. Right." She nods. After a nervous start, she begins to ease into the movements, leaning against Eanne's body.
The servant nods, sending messages to get ready. "An hour, sister."
Wynne gives a shiver. "I'm with you." She nods.
Heading to the freighter, she finds that Urik is still unconscious, but Wynne has mostly recovered, looking up at Vizelle. "Mistress." She nods.
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