Vladimir's eyes were immediately drawn to Artax's breasts, and he felt his cock stir in its confines as a result. This, perhaps more than her challenge to his authority, enraged him. He stepped close to her, his size eclipsing the lone, dim, light source in the room. His face was one of complete seriousness and scarcely contained rage. "Rephrase your comment Admiral."
Artax stares him down. "Like I said, all appropriate measures have been taken. I have the utmost respect for you and your abilities, Lord Noctis, but I'm an Imperial admiral. Don't tell me how to do my job."
“Well, I think we should start with seeing what your current dancing skills are. Come, I know good place to practice undisturbed.” Eanne led her friend. (Yeah, not sure what would be a good place for the dancing lessons – really should have thought of that ahead of time – so I'm improvising here.)
“Alright, here we are. This should do.” Eanne declared as she showed Sitra the large and empty room. “Not the most romantic spot, but it is quite spacious so we should be able to try any sort of dance without worry.” She turned to face her guest. “Shall we, my lady?” She offered her hand with a smile.
“Alright, I'll let you take the lead for now so that you can show me your skill. Pick whichever dance you are most comfortable with.” Eanne gave Sitra a reassuring smile.
"How odd." Vizelle hummed. "No matter." She looks back at Natasi, "How long until our guests arrive?"
Sitra looks a little nervous, before pressing herself a little closer against Eanne, beginning to turn a little bit. "Er, like this?" She begins a slow, very simple dance.
"They're a fast response team, they stay in space with their weapons and equipment already loaded up, waiting for problems to arise." Finos thinks for a moment. "Since they don't have to take any time to prepare, and they were only a few systems away, I'd say we have a few days."
“Yes, like this.” Eanne nodded as she danced along enjoying Sitra's closeness. “You're doing fine so far,” The blonde commented after a little while, “but you are a bit too stiff and nervous, and that's affecting your movements. Try to relax and calm down. Don't worry about making mistakes – we all do, occasionally, and it's just us here, anyway.” She attempted to encourage and reassure her friend.
"Hmm. Very well then." Vizelle hummed, So, a few days for Jaya to upgrade the mechs, and turrets. A few days for my dear disciples to learn their new spells. And finally, a few days for me to get acquainted with this machine. Fufufu, how exciting. Vizelle giggled as she gets to work.
"Right, right." Sitra nods. "Relax..." Breathing in, she begins to dance again, and the two women draw close enough for their chests to touch... Before Sitra stands on Eanne's foot. "Oh, gods, sorry!" She goes red.
"One last thing, our fast response teams, they're immune to telepathy." Finos adds. "Their personalities, dreams, desires, it's all broken out of them through brainwashing. All that's left is the drive to follow the orders given by their superior, who's sadly higher up than Wynne or I."
"Leave us." Vladimir commanded those still in the room. He looked down at the admiral, incensed that she would insult him by suggesting he'd failed in his duty. He wanted to tear her uniform top off, shove his fat cock between her breasts and fuck her mouth for such a transgression. 'That would teach her.' he thought and pictured his shaft buried halfway down her throat as she looked up at him with pleading eyes, tears thick with mascara running down her cheeks. His dick throbbed at the mental image and his pulse hastened. In her own way she was as bad as Sextia! He wondered what it was with these women that could bring about such an unwanted carnal reaction within him? They were insidious! And they needed to be put in their place. But this admiral... she cloaked herself in duty, and capability. She had done exactly as she was supposed to; he could not punish her for being competent. Yet that knowledge didn't change the pressing need for the sperm in his balls to be released; nor the fact that she was responsible for his current state. When the room was finally empty, and the two were alone he spoke. "Admiral, allow me to make something very clear: you will not insinuate I have failed in my duty in any way when I have not. If you felt my earlier comment was a criticism of your ability, it was not. Trust me, should I ever express criticism the recipient will know as it comes in the most... eviscerating of forms. You may return to your command. Dismissed Admiral." Vladimir stormed off in a lust fueled anger. He stomped through several decks of the ship before he found himself in the ship's chapel.
As he storms away, Vladimir hears Artax's stinging words from behind him. "Next time you want to chastise me, try not to stare at my tits. At least your 'lust rider' friend is honest about it." Crewmembers, even Eternal Warriors, scatter as he stomps through the ship. Finally, he emerges in the chapel, where Selene has just finished lighting some candles. "Vladimir." She smiles softly. "You look troubled. Come, tell me what's wrong." She pats the seat beside her.
Vladimir flopped down beside her and shook in his lust for several moments, Artax's words ringing in his ears. His chin was in his palm, and his eyes weren't focused on anything. Rather his mind was fixated on his swelled cock that stubbornly refused to diminish. It demanded attention and he was incensed by it. "I fear I have become corrupted Mother. My body has begun to... respond to stimuli I do not desire it to."
"Oh, my sweet Vladimir." Selene smiles, reaching up to cup his cheek in one of her soft hands. "What you're feeling is natural, normal. Why don't you show me the problem?" Her free hand moves down his armor.
