"Yhm~" Elena moaned, her body arching as Ingrid's tongue touched her g-spot. She bit her lip and grabbed her breasts, started dropping them, as she rode former Confessor's face. Elena was honourable at this state, if not for the limiter... and the fuck machine, Ingrid could fight with her psychic powers to take control of her. But, alas... Elena could feel Ingrid having another orgasm, and soon, she herself arched as orgasmic pleasure washed over her. She squirted, covering Ingrid's face with her juices. She breathed heavily for a few moments, resting, recovering. Ingrid could not rest - the machine drilling her offices did not give her the opportunity. Elena got up and moved to the table. She took a syringe from it and walked back to her prisoner. She lied on the woman, her legs apart, her pussy touching her stomach feeling the movements of Confessor as she was fucked, her breasts pushing against hers. "This, will make you far more sensitive. It will push you into a spiral of orgasms." She showed her the syringe. "Any last words? Last wish maybe?" Elena asked, throatily.
Spoiler: Psionic Roll D100: 34+15=49 (Fail) Unfortunately, the second spell is harder than the first to master. She feels herself, and her disciples, making progress, but so far they've had no success.
"W-Wait..." She begs. "I'll do anything you want, just don't..." Ingrid cries out in pleasure as the machine fucks her.
"Are those your last words?" Elena wondered. "Why did you do it? Why try to take control of the Emperor?" She asked.
"Slow and steady." Vizelle smiles, with training done, she looks for Jaya to check on what she's doing.
"Why-ooh-not?" She moans. "You do the same thing...control people...for power, ugh!" She writhes around.
Vizelle finds Jaya tapping away at her terminal. "Hey there." She smiles. "I'm just working on my report for the Institute. What's up?"
"Fufu. Nothing. Just checking up. Do we have enough materials to do another upgrade on the gun ship?" Vizelle asked with a coy smile, knowing she'd need to "pay" for the service.
"Good. Then, please see what you can do about its mobility, and firepower." Vizelle hummed, "Of course, payment will be given." She leans closer, "In full." The sorceress whispered, sending a pleasant wave of psionic pleasure throughout Jaya's body.
Elena smirked. "Power? That's your answer. Humm~" She hummed as she toyed with her nipple. "So, what's the emperor for you, Ingrid? A stepping stone? A brat?" She asked as she pinched her nipple.
“Yes, it is.” Eanne agreed while trying to ignore Sitra's hard nipples. Bad Eanne, bad! This is not why you invited her! She chastised herself, but it did little to distract her from the feeling of the widow's tempting body. Her own nipples were hard in response. “Good thing we're alone – everyone would be jealous of me having you all to myself otherwise...” She chuckled. “Do let me know if you start feeling tired – we can always take a short break so that you can catch your breath.”
Jaya chuckles. "Sure, sure. I'll get to work, then. How long do you think you'll stay here on this planet?"
Ingrid bites her lip. "He's a good, ugh, kid, but I want...wanted...to use him to get to the top of the church. He'd have been well rewarded if he, ooh, did as he was told."
"I didn't realise I was so desireable." Sitra giggles, experimenting with a twirl. "You'll have to work hard to keep me interested." Finally, she stops dancing, sweat beginning to emerge on her brow and chest. "Wooh... That's fun, but exhausting. Yeah, I think it's time for a break."
"Once the new inhabitants arrive, I'll see how things go. If there are no spies within them, I'll head back to make my report. The consortium will probably stop their attacks by then. Unless they want to engage the empire in a war." Vizelle replied with a smile, "So, my room or yours?" She cooed.
"But he would never be anything then a pawn to you, would he not?" Elena asked and waited for Ingrid's answer, before continuing. "Well, it doesn't matter now anymore, doesn't it?" Elena bit Ingrid's nipple. "Now then, we are about done now." She pushed the needle into Ingrid's breast and prepared to inject the fluid. "Any last words?" She asked with a smile.
