"Mmh! Oooh!" Vizelle struggled as she was brought to her knees, her already sensitive body becoming even more delicate. "Mmmh. What wonderful potential." She hummed, "Ahhn. With the right amount of training, you can achieve a lot more than being an admiral." She teased, "And you'll experience things only a psionic can." The sorceress grins, her eyes glowing yellow as she returns the favor. Sending every nerve within his body into heat, she licks her lips as she rubs his cock through his pants.
"Grrr..." Bec sighs. "Fine, let's go." Heading to the spaceport, it's not long before they find the ship in question, moored at anchor. "Looks right to me." Bec nods. "Alright, let's do this. Stay behind me."
“Alright...” Eanne nodded as she followed behind Bec, while trying to pay attention to her surroundings for anything unusual or interesting, just in case.
The young prince gasps, not used to feeling these sensations in return. "By the g-oh..." He moans, and as she reaches out, she feels a length nearly the size of Carius', hard and ready for her. "Get over here." Filled with enough lust to overcome his cocky exterior, the prince pulls her towards him, hurriedly discarding his pants. Roughly, he presses her face against his underwear, making her smell his musk. "This what you wanted, huh?" He looks down, punctuating the words with a blast of psionic energy more potent than the last.
Spoiler: Threat Roll 27 Fortunately, Zakira was true to her world. The many traps, and a few archaic security bots, are disarmed easily, letting Bec and Eanne make their way through the musty old ship. Finally, they reach Zakira's cabin, the bed messy and desk covered in guns. Hidden in the floor is a safe. After scanning it thoroughly, Bec opens it up, and is rewarded soon by a portable terminal. A flick of a switch reveals a pleasant sight indeed: Eanne's aunt in a 'compromising' position.
"Aaaahn. Fu... fufu. Just like that." Vizelle breathed in his musk deeply, "Mmmh. With your potential and the right training, aaahn. You'd be strong enough to be a army just by yourself." She moaned, kissing his shaft through his underwear. The sudden jolt of psionic lust making her shudder, her nipples painfully erect underneath her dress, while her juices begin to trickle down towards the tops of her stockings. But to keep the prince on his toes, Vizelle uses her psionic abilities to make him feel as if his cock had just entered a tight, virgin's cunt as she kisses his ballsack.
"You'll...ugh...give me that strength?" He groans at the new pressure, reaching down to squeeze her breasts. His return psionic pulse isn't as powerful as the previous ones, since he's distracted by his own lust, but it's more than enough to make Vizelle feel very pleasant.
"Mmmh. If you'll join me, I'll show you just how powerful you can be." Vizelle moaned, Your enemies will fear you. She whispered, coupled with an image of him laying waste to armies. And you can have any woman you want, begging to serve you. She continued, this time the image turning into one fitting a harem. With him surrounded by beautiful women. "Aaah. All you can to do, is join me, and produce wonderful results." She cooed, breathing in his musk as he sends a weaker pulse, while groping her large breasts underneath her dress. Vizelle pulls down his underwear, teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue.
“Nice. I'll take a longer look when we get back to the ship.” Eanne nodded in approval. “Now let's see if there's anything else of interest here. Perhaps the ship's logs can tell us where she was before coming here...”
His cock springs forth, covering her face, before she begins to taste his precum. His hands shrug down her dress, leaving her in only her leotard and stockings. "You make a...ugh...tempting offer..."
Spoiler: Threat Roll 66 As Eanne touches the screen displaying ship logs, it begins to flash. Suddenly, text and numbers begin to disappear, as the information contained within is deleted.
Fuck! I should have guessed there would be a measure in place to keep the data from falling in the wrong hands! Eanne cursed as she tried to save any part of the data she could.
Vizelle sucks out his precum, grinning as she's kneeling in only her leotard, and thigh-high stockings. "Mmh. So, is that a yes, or a maybe?" She teased, collecting his pre in her mouth, before swallowing it.
Spoiler: Technology Roll D100: 51 (Minor Pass) Tapping hurriedly at the terminal, she's able to save a piece of information, but only one, the last landing point of the ship, on Samodiva's moon.
As Vizelle opens her mouth to show off, the petty monarch thrusts forwards, filling her mouth with his cock. "What do you think, boss?" He chuckles, as he begins to use her mouth.
It would have been nice to know all the places she has been to, but this is good enough. Knowing which moon she was on will give me a starting point. Eanne sighed and looked at Bec. “Well, we won't be learning anything more from this terminal... Any suggestions or recommendations?”
“Then let's have one last look around, just in case we missed anything, and then we'll go back.” Eanne decided.
Hearing his reply, Vizelle starts bobbing her head up, and down his shaft. Perfectly matching his pace, while her hand moves to cup, and massage his ballsack.
