“Thank you, my liege.” Eanne smiled and bowed her head briefly. “I hope you have people who can investigate the sector discreetly, without attracting attention. It might give the Church and the Guild the wrong idea if people suddenly start asking questions about that particular sector, but if it can be made to seem like it is something that was already planned – surveying a remote sector on behalf of the new Emperor is not unheard of – then it should be fine, I believe.”
Vizelle begins to lose track of time, the only thing in her mind the fake cock that's brutally pounding her. Finally, some time later, she awakens, sore and tired, but very satisfied.
"Good idea, I'll send out a patrol, and make sure their log says that they were dispatched before your mission." Carius nods. "So, the only thing left is the tax summit, but since you've already made a deal with each of the factions, I'd say that you don't have to attend that if you don't want to. I'd say you've very much completed your mission."
Opening her eyes, Vizelle sees that Jaya is gone, the mech with her.
Once aboard the Endless Night, Vladimir returned to his chambers and reviewed the dossier sent by the Emperor. Once he'd finished reading it he opened up a comm channel to Artax. "Admiral, organize the fleet and set course for Lars III, we will depart as soon as we're able. There's a demonic outbreak on the planet and the Nightfall Battle Fleet is going to war. Summon the fleet captains and report with them to the briefing room in one hour."
Heading out, she finds Mary on the mattress, covered in the seed of the various marines. The ten who were originally playing with her have departed, but have been replaced by the five who were originally left out. Mary is clearly exhausted, but moans in dazed enthusiasm nonetheless.
Several hours later, the captains stand around the holographic planning table. Prime among them are Logan, who stands confidently, examining strategic information
The disciples fall in to eager work, trying to win their prize.
Part of Eanne wanted to participate in the tax summit and see things through to the end, while another part of her wanted to focus on other things, such as checking out what was going on with the pirates around Samodiva or spending a bit of time with Sitra. “If I may ask, when is the summit going to take place, my liege?”
He looks disappointed at being denied Vizelle, but grins as he sees Mary. "Mmm, she'll be a fine consolation." He's already stripping, approaching the scientist, who looks up at him with nervous lust.
"Well, an official date wasn't set. Perhaps tomorrow or the next few days? But I can delay it if it suits you." He shrugs.