Elena hummed. She started preparing to receive the man, her own trap was prepared. She was sure that the man would arrive with his own escort. She did prepare her own men for an aggressive fight, but she also prepared what she believed to be a most non-violent solution. She was ready to gas the room they were in, knocking everyone out. But that would work only if the guards the admiral arrived in, had no environmental suit... or full plate armour. She sighted, so many unknowns.... In her spare time, she arrived at Ingrid's cell, to see how the woman was doing.
It takes nearly a minute more, but soon her attention brings her desired result. Vladimir grunted in pleasure, his cock jerked and a massive jet of cum flew from his dick to fill her mouth. It was followed by a second and third, both equally large, but she tilted his cock up and the fourth shot drenched her face, as did the fifth. She tilted his cock up again and his sixth flew high into the air only to come down and plaster her hair; the seventh and eighth followed suit and after the ninth her head was completely covered in his cum. She let go of his member and it lobbed down firing a few shots at her chest before she lifted it back to her mouth. Vladimir let loose his last loads and slumped back in his seat. His breath evened and slowed and clarity of thought returned to him, his anger dissipated and he sighed. "Thank you Mother Selene... I don't know what I would do without you."
"Thanks, Eanne." She smiles, doing a small twirl as they dance. "I-uh, haven't done anything like this in a long time."
Heading to Ingrid, Elena sees the woman moaning lewdly, tied to the table, with various sex toys keeping her constantly stimulated.
Selene smiles, somehow still serene and calming in her disposition, despite being covered in seed. "Don't worry about that, Vlad. You'll always have me." She leans forward, carefully licking his cock clean of every drop of cum. "There's nothing wrong with you, or this, my boy." She touches his swollen cock head. "But know that whenever you feel like this, you can come to me, and I'll make you feel better."
"How wonderful." Vizelle grins, "Of course, I would love to help you do just that. But. You'll have to tell me all about the Consortium. Like where they're main headquarters are, and who runs it currently."
Wynne nods. According to her, the business is centred around terraforming worlds to make them habitable, and selling them to various governments and private buyers. The headquarters is on Ontaeron, a tropical planet outside of human space, run entirely by corporations. As for the leadership, the company is led by a board of directors, since its CEO, Wynne's father, has been in medical cryosleep for a decade.
"Oho? And what if I wake your father up then? Fufu, maybe tinker with his mind a little." Vizelle grins, trying to think of a way to go at Wynne's desires.
Elena smiled at the sight. "Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked as she moved her hand along the woman's breast. "How are you holding?" She asked as she twisted her nipple.
"He'd likely die first." Wynne shakes her head. "That's why he's in cryo sleep, a xenos brain disease, inoperable."
Ingrid cries out at the sudden contact. "W-When are you...ooh...going to let me, ah, go?" She gives a low, whining moan. "I gave you...everything you wanted." She pants.
"Everything I wanted?" Elena blinked. "I think not." She removed her panties and knelt over Ingrid's face. "Now, I think your tongue needs some more work." She said as she lowered her hips, her labia touching the woman's lips.
Ingrid can do little but moan, as her tongue reaches up to part Elena's lower lips and find the nub of her clit, lashing it with her tongue.
"Hmm. Have you tried using biomancy while he's in cryosleep?" Vizelle pondered, smiling, "And what sort of xeno disease do you mean?"
"We've used psionic consultants, yes." She nods. "As for the disease, we're not quite sure. He got it on an uncharted world."
“I hope you're having fun.” Eanne smiled as well. “Do let me know if you start feeling tired – or if you would like to try a different dance.”
"Well, I guess that option will have to be saved for later." Vizelle sighed, not wanting to go on an expedition just yet. "So, I take it we will have to convince a few members of the board to accept your leadership?"
Elena smiled, then moaned as she started bucking her hips, raiding the woman's face. "The roles, switched, didn't they? You tried to kill me, and now you pleasure me..." She said as another moan left her throat.
