Stimulated on two fronts, it isn't long before Mary lets out a cry, and begins to squirt violently. She lies softly on the bed, breathing heavily. "I... This form needed that, I believe..."
Once Mary climaxed, Vizelle removes the toy, and dispels the phantom cock. "Fufufu. Glad to be of service." She cooed, moving up to kiss the scientist, letting her taste her own juices.
All at once the man could make her feel like she was six years old and deserved to be chastised for tracking mud into the house and infuriate her to near violence over his stubbornness. There were so many things she wanted to say to him. So many attacks, so many passive aggressive comments, so many tirades, so many accusations she visibly struggled to control herself. Parents held sway over their children no matter how old they got and Yannika endeavored not to let hers get to her. 'Remember why you're here.' she rationalized 'This is all for Carius.' So she swallowed her anger and composed herself. "One of each actually." she said having dropped formality. "You don't know, and probably don't care, but I'm set to be released from my vows. The Church is dismissing me from service." She breathed in deep and summoned the strength to say the next, "I'm here to ask for my name back."
Mary moans and kisses back, her tongue moving forward experimentally to touch against Vizelle's, as she gives an exploratory grope to the sorceress' breasts.
Lord Wulfkin smiles without mirth, his cold eyes regarding her. "Your name back? You mean my name? The name of the family you shamed?" He stomps towards her. "I hear you've been introducing yourself as 'Wulfkin' to everyone you've fucked across the galaxy, and now you say you want the name back?" Yannika's father pauses, breathing heavily, before he clutches his chest and moves back, taking a seat. "Hear me, girl. You will never be part of my family, ever again." He breathes through a face screwed up in pain.
"Oho? Do you like how they feel?" Vizelle cooed, pushing her chest against Mary's hand. And seeing how the creature was still eager to go on, the sorceress grins. "Now, how about I show you pleasure only people like me can give?" She whispered, looking into Mary's eyes as she begins to fill her up with psionic pleasure, enough to give the scientist another orgasm.
Mary nods. "This form's desires are affecting me, I believe." She keeps squeezing, before screaming as she cums again.
"Wonderful." Vizelle grins, stopping her psionic teasing for now. "Ah, but we can't have you going exhausted before we even meet our target." She cooed, letting Mary grope her still.
Mary groans, before nodding. "I... Yes." Almost subconsciously, she squeezes and caresses Vizelle's bust.
"Mmmh." Vizelle moans, her sensitive nipples growing stiff underneath her leotard. "Aahn, but if you'd like to continue this after. All you have to do is ask." She whispered, "I am certain even my disciples would love to "play" with you."
"That could be entertaining." Mary nods. "Perhaps humans are more interesting than I thought." She smirks.
The audacity! The sheer fucking arrogance! Yannika's control strained to the breaking point and she didn't care that he was visibly in pain. "I don't want to be a part of your family dad. No one does. You know it's funny how much you blame me for your mistakes. Who brought me to the capital hmm?... Oh that's right!" she snapped her fingers, "You did. Who introduced me to Agamemnon? You did that too. Who didn't stand up to Agamemnon when he courted me? You again. And when I was pregnant and scared and NEEDED MY FATHER! WHO ABANDONED ME? WHO CAST ME OUT? Who broke this family apart over his own GODSDAMNED PRIDE!!!?" It was her turn to stop over to him and get right in his face. there was venom in her eyes. "You did." The volume of her voice fell, but not the animosity within it. She wanted to hurt him, make him suffer; just as he made her suffer for twenty years. "You know... you call me a whore. And I am Dad. I am a whore. But once again you were the one who sent me to the brothel; so who's really to blame huh? Think about this: Every single cock that ever fucked my pussy is one that you put inside it. Do you know how many thousands, probably tens of thousands, of men who've fucked my cunt? Blown their loads either on me or in me? Because I don't! "And tell me, after you threw me out, how many times have you spoken to Mom? Isn't she supposed to be your partner!?How about Tymothy? He's your heir, he's your first-born, why isn't he here for this meeting? Cera, your perfect daughter? Your baby girl? How about Yoeseph? Where are any of them? You talk about letting me back into your family, do any of them have the stomach to be in the same room as you!? Yannika backed up then and leaned against his desk and she let out a disbelieving little laugh, "You know Agamemnon's wife passed away a month after I had Carius. A month. Had your ego, your pride, your damned need for respect not have gotten in the way I might have very well been Empress. You might have been the father-in-law to the most powerful man in the Empire. Did you ever think about that? I did. I thought about it a lot. Virtually every fucking day for a decade. What could have been." Her head dropped, looking down, chin slumped against her chest. She shook her head and laughed a sad laugh, "What could have been." She looked back up at the old man her eyes now filled, not just with venom or animosity, but outright hate. "You took my son from me." her chest heaved as she struggled to control her breath. The hatred coursing through her she got right in his face again and screamed "YOU TOOK MY SON FROM ME!!!" she pulled away from him slightly and continued "So you're going to give me my name back Dad because it's mine and I've earned it. I've earned it doing exactly what you wanted me to do for twenty years: Fucking every last guy who even so-much-as glanced in my direction. I took on all comers Dad, aren't you proud?" The last was said with mirth. "And, your going to give your grandson, The Emperor, what he wants. Any and all evidence that I'm his mother. And do you know why?" Yannika leaned in and put her mouth right near her father's ear. "He knows. He knows Dad. He knows what you did, and he's furious with you. The most powerful man in the Empire wants to raze your House to the ground. So you know what? You better let me back in because right now I'm the only thing that's keeping a fucking Eternal Warriors Legion from knocking down your door."
"Mm. Here, let me help you clean up." Vizelle said as she uses her psionics to straighten out their appearances. After that, she goes and puts on her dress.
(Wow ) As he listens to her tirade, Lord Wulfkin's pain seems to dissipate, but he doesn't say a word, mouth agape, and seemingly stunned. Whether this is due to him not being used to people standing up to him, the fact that the emperor knows everything, or to the sheer level of vitriol in every word, he's silent for a long moment. Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 22+15 (Persuasion Skill)=37 (Fail) "You..." He finally speaks up. "I'll give you the name back. But if your bastard is truly so hateful of me, then it's best if I keep my evidence close to my chest, isn't it?" He smirks. "You know, you might have shamed the family, but at least you have some balls, Yannika." He shakes his head. "Tell the emperor that as long as he makes no moves against House Wulfkin, he'll be safe. As for the name, I'll have my advocate come here, to sign the necessary papers." He taps at his terminal. "A guest room is being prepared for you, for the meantime." "You might hate me, Yannika. Your siblings might hate me. Your mother hasn't talked to me in years after I threw you out." He's quiet for a few more moments. "I'd do it all again. Everything I have done was for this family. Everything. You think I care if you like me? If they like me? They're alive because of me! What if his wife hadn't died? What do you think would have happened to you? To us? You were meant to get in his bed, not get knocked up by him!" He coughs, doubling over, wiping phlegm from his mouth. "I'll see you at dinner. After that, we can finish our business, and we never have to see each other again."
"Thank you." She nods, donning her bodysuit and lab coat once more. "That was an...educating experience."
"Was it now?" Vizelle grins, "Then you can consider that the basic of the basics." The sorceress cooed, "Let's go see if we are ready to head out." She grins, going back to where everyone is, she checks on her disciples, and Jaya.
Checking on Jaya, she finds that the woman has finished with the engines. "They'll need work to get them back to 100%, but the ship can fly again." The disciples are all prepared.
"Good. Then, let us head to the the biggest city. Alexandros, Halipha, Rikkert, Verner, please set up the barrier again." Vizelle cooed, letting the other mechanics collect the androids they sent out. Meanwhile, the sorceress heads to the engine room to put up another barrier, knowing whatever was in the planet aimed to keep them here.
It felt like a weight had been lifted from Yannika's chest. She breathed in deeply and felt almost euphoric. Outside of when her son had been hammering her into blissful oblivion and generating a relationship with him this was the absolute best she'd felt since she was a teenager. Before everything. And he was even letting her reclaim her name. She'd be Yannika Wulfkin again, not just Yannika of House Wulfkin. Catharsis was a wonderful thing. There was a small pang of guilt in that he was visibly unwell, and she obviously hadn't help that. She briefly wondered what was wrong, how long had it been going on, would he get better, and how serious it was; but if it was serious she couldn't help but think the universe would be a better place without him in it. She only felt a little shame for that thought. Her expulsion of emotion had only yielded half the result that she wanted. She had to get that evidence by any means necessary. So it was probably a good thing she'd be staying for a bit. Formality returned to her and she curtsied "Thank You, My Lord Wulfkin." and excused herself before she returned to her room.
'I take it you're done washing my back?' Xavier chuckled, a bit surprised when Reyna started to wash his bum. He turned around, his cock already half-erect from her touch and looking like it could put some holo-pornstars to shame. 'Want me to return the favour?' Xavier smiled at Reyna.
