She finds the man overseeing his troops as they set up a defensive gun emplacement. "Ma'am." He salutes crisply as she approaches. "Nothing to report so far. We've set up motion detectors around the perimeter of the tower, and we'll alert you should they go off."
Sextia soon falls asleep in her master's arms, chest rising and falling softly, as her ass rubs against him. It's an uneventful night, despite the constant stimulation, until the comms blare up, and the voice of the Nightfall Fleet's admiral sounds next to the bed. "Lord Noctis." She says professionally. "We've received a distress call from a ship a few parsecs away. As admiral, the decision of whether or not to intercept is mine, but I wished to inform you, and see if you had any imput."
"Yes, and I can already tell you've done a wonderful job at it Lieutenant Gaines." Vizelle hummed, moving closer, "Ah, but that isn't what I am here for. You see, I'd like to give you, and your men a reward for accepting this mission. For helping me." She said, sending a mental image of her, and him embracing as lovers, and another of them dominating one another. "I'd like to ask exactly how many men you've brought."
Gaines stands stunned for a few moments. "J-Just d-doing our duty, ma'am..." He's slack jawed for a moment as she sends the visions into his mind, before he responds "15, ma'am. Including me." He hastily adds.
"Wonderful. For now, I'd like you to choose nine other soldiers, and lead them to my freight ship. I would like to discuss something with you there." She whispered, sending another mental image, of her as his lover, or his slave.
Vladimir let out a dissatisfied groan. The fleet was hers to command true, but they were his transports. And they were to transport him to the Emperor. "Admiral-" he grumbled "-there will be no significant delay. Assist the vessel if you deem it necessary, but The Emperor must not be kept waiting." Finished, he disconnected the channel and suspected that neither of them was upset over it. With a sigh he disentangled himself from Sextia's sleeping form and donned his armor. Once his helmet was set, he left for the bridge.
Once he ran off, Vizelle heads back to the ship, fixing around the holding area, placing a small mattress for Mary's comfort. Now, she waits for the men to arrive, letting Halipha toy with the creature for awhile longer.
Still asleep, Sextia clings to Vladimir's form, unwilling to let go, but he can easily shake her off. Armoured up, he's able to head off, passing warriors in the hall who nod their heads to their commander in respect, and regular human crew members who look up at his towering figure with awe and fear. On the bridge, Admiral Artax welcomes Vladimir up to the command center, and beside her stands Mother Selene, who bows to the Eternal Warrior and gives him a matronly smile. Artax speaks first. "I've diverted some destroyers to the signal. There are no warriors aboard them, so they won't interfere with your rendezvous." Selene looks up at Vladimir. "I beg pardon for the disruption, my lord. I had a vision that indicated that the ship's distress might be demonic in nature." "It should be just under a week before we reach the capital, Lord Noctis." Artax says, looking at the screens of her subordinates to make sure that everything is running optimally.
"Good afternoon, soldiers of the Emperor. I am here to thank you for your service, for accepting this mission. Fufu. For helping me." She giggled, sending a mental image of her servicing them. "Ah, but we are also here to help a friend of mine." She hummed, Halipha, if you would please. She sent a message to her disciple, smiling as they waited. "All I ask, is that you serve me loyally." She said, her voice tinged with mind altering psionic power.
"I see." Elena said as she considered the situation. "Can you kill your husband, making it look like accident or death by natural causes? And after that take over the Van Dorn family?" She asked.
"Ah, you're welcome, ma'am." In their current state, it's not hard to sway the minds of the marines. Moments later, Halipha and Mary exit their cabin, the latter wearing her seductive black lingerie.
The blonde nods without hesitation. "Yes, sister. I've been taught how to use poison. How accidental it seems depends on how much time you're willing to spend. I can kill him in a single night, but it might arouse suspicion, even if no one can prove it. If I let his condition deteriorate over a few weeks, however, it will seem more natural."
"Thank you Admiral." Vladimir said to Artax before he confirmed Selene's report. "Demonic you say?" Demonic incursions had always troubled him. His history with the entities was... storied to say the least. His time before the legion was something he could scarcely recall, it was so long ago; but how he came to join the legion was still vivid in his mind. He contemplated a detour, but such a request would provoke questions he was not inclined to answer. "The Emperor always takes priority." He said more to reaffirm his decision to himself than anyone else. Whatever trouble there might be, he trusted Admiral Artax to have dispatched capable ships and crews to deal with the situation. If not... he made a note of the location of the distress call in case he had to investigate it himself. Appeased by his own rational, Vladimir settled into his routean while aboard ship to occupy himself until they arrived at Constantinopolis Secundus.
The decision made, Artax nods, while Selene bows once more. Life aboard the fleet goes on like normal, with Logan training some newly recruited warriors on a cruiser, the lust rider chasing every attractive woman in the fleet, and Selene beginning to preach to the regular Nightfall crew to make up for her dwindling Eternal Warrior flock. Sextia, on the other hand, has been making Vladimir's time figuratively and literally hard, making every effort to inflame his lust and provoke him into losing control with her. Finally, at the end of the week, Constantinopolis Secundus appears off in the distance, and after a lengthy scanning process, the lord of Noctis is allowed to make plantfall and meet his liege.
"Now then, I understand there are 15 of you in total. But, we can't leave our selves undefended. So, the other 5 will merely have to wait until tomorrow." Vizelle claps her hands as the two women arrive. She moves toward Mary, urging her forward to kneel on the small mattress on the floor. "Ask them to fuck you." She whispered, moving back to watch the creature drown herself in pleasure.
Vladimir opted not to wear his warplate down to the capital. He considered such an outfit suitable for battle or to cower others by his station; generally everyday wear for him. But to meet the Emperor neither was appropriate. Instead he settled on an expensive but subdued attire of dark and moody colors that made him appears as though he belonged in the nobility rather than the army. The sheer immensity of him still would draw attention however. He wasted no time in making his way to the palace. After a week he felt the Emperor had waited long enough. Gods knew if it was him he wouldn't want to wait a moment longer than necessary.
Mary nods, taking her position on the mattress. "Please...please fuck me..." The lingerie clad alien asks, and the marines are happy to oblige. Hastily removing their armour, they advance on the woman, and suddenly the air resounds with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, and then with Mary's moans, as the marines happily grope and smack her curvy body. As Vizelle theorizes that her influence may have made the marines more bold and depraved, like their new mistress, they begin to pull away Mary's lingerie. Pulling her onto her back, Lieutenant Gaines wastes no time using her mouth, the motor memory of the scientist allowing Mary to take it.
"Fufu. Do keep an eye on them. If your brother, Rikkert, or Verner want to join, tell them to wait for their rewarda instead." Vizelle whispered to Halipha, moving to the med bay to check on Urik and his sister. She lets the troops, and Mary go on until they're satisfied. I may have just found my first prostitute. She hummed as she walks away.
