Azura frowned at the suggestion. “I'm not sure that's such a good idea. One, it is a very long shot to hope that Daiyu owns something useful to us, or knows someone who does. And two, even if we are lucky enough and it turns out she - or someone she knows - has something, I doubt she is going to give it to us for free. What do we have to offer her in exchange for her help? Certainly not money – she has enough of that.” She pointed out.
Luckily for the heiress, Jacob is probably exhausted from a day of Lawrence's military style combat training, meaning that she's undisturbed until Lawrence comes to bring her breakfast the next day. She finds herself tossing and turning during the night, however, images of her tryst with Hammer and with the previous bastards she's been roped into fucking recently dancing through her mind. Her womanhood slowly burns with need, and she becomes cognizant of how empty her womb feels, something that's never seemed to be a problem for her in the past. "Hmph, your faith in me is sweet - even if you're not exactly in the best state to be impartial." Her hand is firm, but still surprisingly delicate as she strokes his cock. "Don't get me wrong, though. I still use people to get me what I..." She licks her lips. "...want." She leans in, kissing his painted lips, a trace of lipstick staining her own as she pulls back. "You can touch me, you know." "I can't wait..." Chastity beams, pressing a hand against Jenny's still slim midriff. "I can sense him already. He's going to be powerful - more than you or me, sis." The blonde chuckles as she sees the video of Psychana. "I hadn't seen this one yet. Damn..." She bites her lip. "Harry'll love it. Still, he has a chip on shoulder - I'm not sure this'll be enough to bring him over. He worries about losing you - he has some kind of past trauma, I think. The only way we'll bring him over properly is shock therapy - he has to see you in action, has to experience what it's like to see his wife with a bull in person. And what better bull than the one he fears? I think he needs to see you fuck Jetstream. When he sees his worst nightmare - and his biggest wet dream - happening in front of him, realises he enjoys it, loves it, he'll be ready for you to tell him the truth." "A superhero's gratitude is nothing to scoff at. Still, if you don't think she'll be a good help, that's fine." Esmerelda sighs. "I feel awful about this - putting you in danger like this. I... I don't know what to do. Sapphira's my best friend..." She shakes her head. "Whatever you choose, I'm behind you."
Jenny shuddered at the prospect of getting fucked by the massive bull asshole Jetstream. Instantly her pussy grew wet and the corners of her mouth turned upwards; she caught her lower lip between her teeth and mused. Her mind turned to her previous encounter with the man; he'd said that he was going to fuck her and she knew, she knew she was going to let him. "Okay." she said and felt confident in her path forward. "If that's what needs to happen, then that's what I'll do." With her decision made her thoughts turned to the woman that was with him, the one that had gifted Jenny her mark. "Chass, do you have connections to others of your faith in town? I recently ran into a woman whom I think is a part of your religion and she was with Jetstream. I'd like to track her down if at all possible."
"Nnh, mmh, aaahn." Vanessa quivered in her sleep, feeling her pussy heat up with need. She awakens covered in sweat, while her lower body is covered with need. Khh, keep yourself together, damn it! You're not some cock starved bimbo! She screams in her head, taking a few deep breaths, before hurrying to the bathroom to clean up before Lawrence arrived. But even after a cold shower, Vanessa could still feel her loins ache for something to fill her. As her breakfast arrives, "Good work last night, Lawrence, that Ranger couldn't even get close to his trap." She tries to keep her mind off of her building arousal.
"Qasera." Chastity nods. "She's not part of the chapter I'm building - she's here from Egypt itself, I'm not sure why." Chastity says. "She's trying to track down artifacts of Isis in the city, I pointed her in the right direction, to an art gallery - you should be able to find her there tonight."
"All your doing, madame, I only helped." Lawrence smiles as he lays down a tray of tea in front of her. "I can't imagine some lowly villain getting the better of you." As he says it, voice filled with confidence in her, even as she remembers the scum of the city having their way with her.
"Artifacts." Jenny mused before her thoughts turned to the one hidden under her pillow. "Thank you Chass, that's helpful." With a quick hug Jenny returned to her bedroom and donned her costume. Harold was still snoozing when Jenny snorted a line of Panacea and was once again relieved of her headache. Almost ready to leave she squatted down beside her husband and ran a gloved hand through his hair lovingly before she placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "This is all for us." She whispered. "I love you." Psychana then set off into the air and headed towards the art gallery her sister had told her of.
Harold nestles comfortably against her hand in her sleep. Heading across the city, it doesn't take long to find the gallery. Looking around, Jenny sees it's much like the last one. The door's been smashed in by Jetstream's immense strength, while the guards have all been knocked out. In the main hall, the blonde finds the scantily clad woman, dwarfed by the tall goliath next to her. "Well, well..." Jetstream grins, as Qasera tilts her head, observing Jenny.
"Yeah, it was no sweat." Vanessa smiles, forcing away the thought of being used by Hammer's thugs. "But his power was... surprising. The wall he conjured was hard, the lions... acted like real lions. And the weapons. I didn't get hit directly, but they still scratched me." She mumbles, taking a sip of her tea. "If I remember right, I have an event to attend tonight, yes?"
While she had been hoping to confront Qasera alone, Psychana reasoned it would make sense she'd find them together. She just wished her knees weren't so weak in Jetstream's presence. "Qasera!" she announced, hoping to surprise the woman with the use of her name and trying to ignore Jetstream for the moment; even though her pussy was flooding her hot-pants, "Either give up whatever criminal activities you're involved with in my city or go back to Egypt. Century City will have none of your antics."
"Tell me if you're in any need of medical attention." Lawrence says, concerned. "Yes, another charity gala - one of Mr Postlewaithe's initiatives, I believe."
The Isis priestess' eyes narrow, as her lips curl into a smirk. "Is that so? Strange - I don't sense violent intent from you..." Her seductive voice purrs. "Maybe you're here for something else?" Jetstream steps forward and disappears, his exceptional speed making him appear as a blur, when Jenny can spot him at all.
"Don't worry, I'm not injured. It was honestly just a surprise really, I didn't expect mere conjurations could damage me." Vanessa giggles, until Lawrence informs her who was hosting the event. "Right, my first public appearance after that incident." The heiress sighs, "Is there anything else on my schedule for today?" She asked in a curious tone, trying to forget about the dress she agreed to wear for Vince. Spoiler
"Nothing as of yet - but Dr Lewis from Mentek is on the guest list. He sent a message requesting you find him during the event." Lawrence adds.
"Things don't have to get violent." Psychana replied. "You just have to stop breaking the law." Jenny cast her mind out searching for Jetstream. If she could enter his mind she could take control of his motor functions then she wouldn't have to worry about his speed. It was a task that two weeks ago would have been beyond her mostly likely, but with the Panacea boosting her powers she might just be able to do it. That would leave her to deal with Qasera. So long as her pussy cooperated anyway.
"Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Lawrence." Vanessa nods, finishing her light breakfast. With some free time on her hands, the heiress decides to do some light exercise. Not that she needs them, thanks to her godlike metabolism keeping her body in perfect shape. But she figured a good way to get her mind off of her aching pussy was if her entire body felt sore. Vanessa changes into her sportswear, and heads to the mansion's indoor gym. She spends most of the day exercising, until it was almost time for the charity event.
“I doubt Daiyu will be satisfied with just my gratitude. She already offered me to work for her, and if I ask for her help with this she will likely use it to try and persuade me to accept the offer. I don't mind working with her, but working for her is something else, no matter how hot she might be.” Azura explained, then pulled Esmerelda close and hugged her. “It's alright. Sapphira is my friend too, but I would have tried to help even if she was a complete stranger, just like I helped rescue you earlier. So no reason to feel bad – it's not your fault the fae decided to kidnap her, anyway.” She tried reassuring her friend. “I will do everything I can to try and get her back, I promise.” She added before finally letting go.
"I serve a higher law. Besides, these artifacts rightfully belong to my lady anyway." Qasera rolls her eyes. "I've ensured all the guards were left alive and not permanently harmed - that's proof of my good intentions." Spoiler: Psychic Roll D100: 21+10 (Panacea)= 31 (Failure) Though she tries to repeat her strategy from her previous victory over Jetstream, Jenny forgets the key ingredient to that victory: a team of other heroes slowing the speedster down. Jetstream moves too fast for the psychic to get a lock on his presence, especially as she tries to keep her guard up against any attack from Qasera. There's a gust of wind, and Jenny feels her foe behind her once more, not touching her just yet, but his shadow falling over her body. Unfortunately for Vanessa, it seems that Lawrence has also chosen that the gym as the setting of his training session with Jacob. Though he can't make a move under Lawrence's vigilant watch, the youth eyes his host up every time his teacher's gaze wanders. The heiress feels his eyes roaming over her body in her tight workout gear, his intentions obvious. Vanessa's imagination is filled with thoughts of what would happen if Lawrence wasn't there, and instead of offering her relief, the workout only increases her need. Finally, as orange light illuminates the room, signalling the approach of sundown, Lawrence removes the boxing pads from his hands and commands Jacob to go get some rest. "It's time to start getting ready, I think, madame." Esmerelda hugs back, their chests pressing together, and Azura notes with regret that in better times that the embrace would probably lead to somewhere far less platonic. Unfortunately, now doesn't seem the time, and Esmerelda breaks the embrace. "Alright, then. I'll get ready to cast the spell to reopen the portal, when you feel prepared."
As her workout was finished, Vanessa was panting a lot more than she wanted to. Not because she's tired, but because her arousal had reached its peak. Damn it, if I meet Vince like this. She curses inside her head, smiling as Lawrence informs her of the time. "Yes, I suppose I should get ready. Which do you think is the better approach. Being driven to the event, or driving by myself?" She asked in a curious tone, before heading to her room to start preparing. Vanessa takes another cold shower, trying to cool herself off. Once that was done, she dries off, putting on light makeup, and perfume. With how lowcut that dress is... Vanessa sighs choosing her lingerie, she goes for a half-cup bra that won't show with her exposed cleavage, but can still support her bust. Along with a lacy black panty, and pantyhose combo just to give some protection with her exposed backside. "That should show him." She grumbles, putting on her iconic fur coat, that held her special collar, to finish up her outfit. The heiress then prepares to leave.
“Let me call my parents and inform them that I will be unavailable for a few days. Fortunately I have a few excuses prepared for such a case. After that a quick shopping trip for the necessary supplies, and then we can go rescue Sapphira.” As she talked Azura quickly found her phone and dialed her mother's number. One not-so-short phone conversation and one short shopping trip later Azura was as ready as she could be, considering she had no idea what to expect. “All ready. Open the portal and let's go rescue Sapphira.” She announced with more confidence than she felt.
