She nods. "Yes. There are a few candidates for leadership, but no one has managed to get a majority of the board to support them in becoming leader of the company."
Ingrid moans from a mix of lust and shame, the vibrations travelling up Elena's body, but she doesn't stop, eagerly licking Elena's cunt.
"I see. And can you set a meeting with some of these candidates? I'm sure I can convince them to see things your way." Vizelle grins.
As Ingrid was tied to the chair, wearing only garter, stockings and heels, her pussy and ass were fucked by the machine. Large dildos worked in and out of her pussy. To her nipples, a pair of clamps were attached, that stimulated her with current from time to time. A collar on her neck, prevented her from using her powers. "That's it." Elena moaned out. She threw away her clothes, leaving only her heeled thigh-high boots on. Her breasts jumped with each movement of Ingrid's tongue. The rings on her nipples were connected with a chain. A branding on her ass was prominent. Elena started eagerly raiding her enemy's face. She smirked and grabbed the woman's head. Because Confessor- former confessor could not use her powers, did not mean, powers could not be used on her. "This is, what I am going to do with you." Elena said gleefully, as she started showing her images. Images of Ingrid fucked by the machines for the rest of her life... to the end of her life. "This is the last pussy you will ever get... so I suggest, to enjoy the taste of my juices." She said sadistically, as she pushed her own pleasure onto the woman, doubling her sensory reactions. Each time she licked Elena, she felt a lick on her own pussy.
“Well, you seem to have gotten the hang of slow dancing, so let's try something a bit faster. First a dance that is a mix of slow and quick movements, and then one that is fast.” Eanne suggested and began guiding Sitra through the dance's steps. (I'm no good when it comes to dancing, but I hope that made sense.)
Vladimir nodded and was stunned by her, she was always beautiful but at that moment he found her even more-so. Absolutely covered in cum Mother Selene appeared to be in her natural state and she was glorious! A thought struck him that it should be a crime for her not to be so at all times; but he shook that idea away as a flight of fancy. "I do Mother and I shall." he confirmed, rose from his seat and replaced his codpiece. "Again I thank you. But I must take my leave of you now. Duty calls." He held out his hand to help her to her feet. "I feel compelled to comment Mother Selene, in your current state you are a stunning vision. I'm uncertain I've ever seen anything more beautiful."
Wynne nods, returning the grin. "Oh, I'm sure I can. It's not uncommon for the board members to meet in private to negotiate and make deals. I get the feeling you'll be very compelling."
Ingrid begins to writhe and rock as she's assaulted by a mix of fear and pleasure, the vibrations stimulating Elena further. Muffled moans signify her attempts to protest or beg, but nonetheless, her enthusiasm increases tremendously, as she vigorously eats the priestess out.
Sitra nods, smiling. As the dance becomes more vigorous, the widow seems to grow more comfortable and confident, responding to Eanne as she learns the steps. Their bodies are consistently touching, now, and Eanne often feels the sensation of their chests pressing together, feeling the hardness of Sitra's nipples as they spin. "This is fun!" She exclaims happily.
"Don't say things like that. I'm a servant of the gods, I don't do this for praise." Despite her chastisement, Vladimir can see that his comment has brought pleasure to Selene, who stands as he helps her up. "Who'd have thought that a warrior could be so charming?" She chuckles. "Alright, head out to do your duty. I'll be ready if you have need of my knowledge about demons during the mission, or my other skills afterwards." The matronly beauty smiles. "Go with the gods, Vladimir."
"Wonderful. Once the planet's new inhabitants arrive, you can make preparations to meet them." Vizelle cooed, grinning as she grabs hold of Wynne's chin. Before taking the white-haired woman's lips into a deep kiss, their tongues dancing around for a moment, the sorceress sending waves of psionic lust into her. Until Vizelle finally breaks the kiss, "Serve me well, and you'll not only run the Consortium. You'll expand it ten fold." She whispered.
"And with you Mother Selene." Vladimir nodded before leaving. He didn't know how long the voyage to Lars III would take, so he wanted to learn as much about the planet and the situation as possible. Looking up Sister Andronicus would also be a good idea. If there was anything to find out about her at least. Thus he headed back to his chambers to do some research.
Wynne moans into the kiss, her knees going weak. She gasps as Vizelle breaks contact, a strand of saliva still connecting their lips. "D-Deal..." She nods.
"I look forward to our new partnership." Vizelle grins, with that done, she checks up on how her disciples are doing with their training. And unless something needed her attention, the sorceress returns to her room. Medidating to figure out how to tap into the ancient power within her, and what absorbing the orb had done to her body.
Spoiler: Information Gathering Roll D100: 99 Recent information about Lars III is hard to come by, due to communications disruptions, but Vladimir is able to parse through great amounts of data about the planet. On their own, these blueprints and geological surveys wouldn't help, but together, they give Vladimir an idea of what fighting on the planet will be like, enough to give him a strategic edge. Sister Andronicus is a figure of legend within the inquisition, it doesn't take long for Vladimir to discover. Once a nun from a peaceful religious order, Andronicus was kidnapped with her sisters by demons, and dragged into the warp to become a slave. Alone amongst her sisters, she survived, and managed to escape back into the temporal galaxy. After enduring unimaginable torture from the inquisition, to ensure that she was free of demonic taint, she demanded she be allowed to join them, and eventually was put into the gruelling training of the inquisitorial schola. Finally, she emerged as a demon hunter, using a whip and an axe to send many demonic forces back to the hell they came from. She's developed a reputation for being reliable and merciless, though she has a tendency towards sending her troops into suicidal situations. Nonetheless, she is consistently willing to put herself in the same danger she puts inquisitorial and conscript troops in. Below her file, an image is attached.
Spoiler: Psionic Roll D100: 89+15 Tapping into the orb's power, she begins to understand its nature in greater detail. Unlike Urik, Vizelle's body is more capable of acting as a channel for the ancient energy, without it slowly destroying her mind and body. Effectively, it stands as a resource she can tap into to increase her psionic power, though when she draws from it, there is a high risk that it could cause damage to her, especially if she draws too much, or for too long. Nonetheless, if used correctly, this power could significantly strenghten Vizelle.
Upon reading the file of Sister Andronicus, Vladimir was instantly intrigued. Not so much by her impressive physical appearance, Mother Selene's efforts still had him thinking clearly on that front, but rather by her history of having survived in the warp. He'd thought that impossible! Now he was eager to meet this woman. Research complete, he contacted the Chapter Commanders and sent them his notes on the topography and terrain to help them better plan for fighting on Lars III. He then headed to the training cages to further hone his combat skills.
"Interesting. So, its for short boosts then." Vizelle grins, deciding to inform her disciples of this new found information. She heads out to teach her students what she just learned, and check on how their training is proceeding.
At the cages, he sees Logan helping to train some of the new recruits. "Vladimir." He greets his lord with a nod.
