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."
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.
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.
"Um, yes, ma'am. At once." Gaines salutes quickly, before running off eagerly to gather his men.
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.
The ten of them arrive quickly, expressions a mix of eagerness and anxiety, as they salute her.
"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?"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.
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.
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.
Mary nods, taking her position on the mattress.
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.
