Stars Unending - Sci-fi RP

Yannika permitted the Cardinal a pleased smile and added a curtsy. "As you say Your Eminence. Perhaps if you're feeling 'under the weather' you'd do well with some rest? I can return once the Church is ready to dismiss me."
He looks at her, emotions warring between lust and his newfound humility, before he nods. "Yes, you'd better get back. Go with the gods."
 
He looks at her, emotions warring between lust and his newfound humility, before he nods. "Yes, you'd better get back. Go with the gods."
"And you, Your Eminence." Yannika replied with a curtsy before she pulled she replaced the brassier of her gown, covering her breasts again, and departed for the palace again.
 
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"Mmmh... You drive a hard bargain." She slides down, beginning to lick her pussy.

"Aaahn. Of course. I properly reward a job well done." Vizelle moaned, still feeling the effects of the gas, combined with her own heightened sensitivity. "Haaahn!" Mewling as she felt an orgasm quickly building up.
 
The women are dragged off. Checking council reports, Elena notes that the confessor has been sentenced to death, but that she disappeared before she could be apprehended.

Cursing, Elena sent a message to her contacts, to be on the lookout for the woman. She then contacted the madam spymaster, told her about the situation.

"Do you know, where the confessor might be?" She asked.
 
"And you, Your Eminence." Yannika replied with a curtsy before she pulled she replaced the brassier of her gown, covering her breasts again, and departed for the palace again.
Heading back to her new quarters, Yannika notices something's changed. Looking towards her wardrobe, she sees a trail of white fabric, and spots a dress hanging there, waiting for her. In front of it is a note:

I hope you don't mind that I picked something out and had it altered to fit you. You can choose something else, if you'd prefer.
- C

Putting down her son's note, if Yannika decides to try on the dress, she finds that it's a wedding dress.
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As Carius promised, it fits her perfectly.
 
"Aaahn. Of course. I properly reward a job well done." Vizelle moaned, still feeling the effects of the gas, combined with her own heightened sensitivity. "Haaahn!" Mewling as she felt an orgasm quickly building up.
"Heh, then I'd better put in some more effort." She kisses Vizelle's pussy, licking up to find and caress the sorceress' clit, increasing in intensity.
 
Cursing, Elena sent a message to her contacts, to be on the lookout for the woman. She then contacted the madam spymaster, told her about the situation.

"Do you know, where the confessor might be?" She asked.
D100: 53+30 (Madame Dubernay's Network)=83 (Pass)
She gets a response quickly, via hologram. The madame shakes her head. "Unfortunately, she seems to have dropped off the face of the galaxy. Not a single one of my contacts knows her wherabouts. Nonetheless, I have managed to procure a lead. The prince you captured during the invasion of Ietra? They've been in contact since. I don't have a recording of what was said, but my data's been verified, and it's definitely Confessor Ingrid."
 
"Heh, then I'd better put in some more effort." She kisses Vizelle's pussy, licking up to find and caress the sorceress' clit, increasing in intensity.

Soon enough, Vizelle squirts, her back arching as she shivers in delight. "Aaaahn! That feels soooo, gooooood!" She moaned, her overly sensitive body building up into another orgasm.
 
Soon enough, Vizelle squirts, her back arching as she shivers in delight. "Aaaahn! That feels soooo, gooooood!" She moaned, her overly sensitive body building up into another orgasm.
"Oh, then I suppose I should continue?" She grins, using a finger as well as her tongue to stimulate Vizelle's overly sensitive pussy.
 
"Oh, then I suppose I should continue?" She grins, using a finger as well as her tongue to stimulate Vizelle's overly sensitive pussy.

"Aaaaahn!" With the increase in stimulation, Vizelle throws her head back as she squirts once more. "Oooooh! Just, aahn, like, mmh, thaaaat!" She mewled in pure ecstasy.
 
D100: 53+30 (Madame Dubernay's Network)=83 (Pass)
She gets a response quickly, via hologram. The madame shakes her head. "Unfortunately, she seems to have dropped off the face of the galaxy. Not a single one of my contacts knows her wherabouts. Nonetheless, I have managed to procure a lead. The prince you captured during the invasion of Ietra? They've been in contact since. I don't have a recording of what was said, but my data's been verified, and it's definitely Confessor Ingrid."

Elena frowned.

"Can't you tace Confes-Ingrid's location?" She asked, already knowing the answer. "Would the prince accept an offer of clemency, in return for selling Ingrid?" She asked, wandering.
 
Elena frowned.

"Can't you tace Confes-Ingrid's location?" She asked, already knowing the answer. "Would the prince accept an offer of clemency, in return for selling Ingrid?" She asked, wandering.
Dubernay shakes her head. "Perhaps if she contacts him again, but I can't retroactively trace it. As for the prince, that's your role. I have no idea what he is and isn't willing to accept. I can send his location for you."
 
Dubernay shakes her head. "Perhaps if she contacts him again, but I can't retroactively trace it. As for the prince, that's your role. I have no idea what he is and isn't willing to accept. I can send his location for you."

Elena sighed.

"Do it." She really did not want to add this to her tasks, but she might have no choice.

After that, she went to prepare the celebration and her takeover of the Van Dorn family.
 
Elena sighed.

"Do it." She really did not want to add this to her tasks, but she might have no choice.

After that, she went to prepare the celebration and her takeover of the Van Dorn family.
Dubernay quickly sends over the prince's location. He's currently in military custody, but due to his rank, rather than being kept in a cell, he's in a suite of rooms at the admiralty building, prevented by guards from leaving, but given many luxuries.

Besides Van Dorn's embezzlement, the preparations for the triumph are going exceedingly well, and it shouldn't be long before the event starts. The mother and daughter are evidently used to going on long trips, and so no one seems to investigate their absence, meaning that Elena has more than enough time to indoctrinate both women.
 
"Mmmh! Aaaahn!" With Vizelle's over stimulated body, it didn't take long for another orgasm to wash over her. Causing her to squirt all over Jaya's face, as her body trembles from intense pleasure.
Jaya cuddles up to Vizelle in the afterflow, moaning softly. "N-Normally these trips...aren't so entertaining..."
 
"Thanks, boss." Bec gives her a smile. "I suppose I have no problem with that, sure. I trust you not to take advantage." She smirks.
“I won't – unless you want me to.” Eanne smirked back. “Alright, here we go...” She reached with her mind, trying to push through Bec's mental defenses and read the redhead's mind.
 
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