"Yes, to our new partnership, and to new opportunities to come." Vizelle cooed, smiling as his men left. "Now then, are you going to continue playing coy, or shall we get to the fun part?" She asked in a sultry tone, uncrossing, and crossing her stocking-clad legs just slow enough to give him a glimpse of the semi-transparent fabric covering her crotch.
Elena frowned - was she responsible for the damage, when she pushed the emperor during the attack? She shook her head. It was a death sentence, and she survived by sheer coincidence. It was no time for this. She waved her hand motioning the retinue to prepare to move. She had the Emperor to transport.
"I didn't want to be presumptuous." He smirks, before sliding off of his chair. "Why don't I show you a token of my appreciation, before I take my signing bonus?" He grins, before sliding aside her leotard and letting his tongue reach out to caress her clit. Vizelle feels herself sighing with pleasure as he gets to work, he's clearly skilled at this, almost as much as the pink haired whore Vizelle recently enjoyed.
Spoiler: Threat Roll D100: 19 Out on the street, Elena sees a group of gangers waiting for them, but Elena's troops and the imperial guards raise their weapons, and the thugs back down. An hour later, Carius is in the med bay of the dreadnought, Vizelle at his side, with Elena standing just behind. Lying down on the soft bed, his eyes flutter open. "W-Water..." He croaks. Vizelle rushes to fetch him something to drink, as he looks at Elena. "What happened? Assassination attempt? Coup?"
"Mmh. Be my guest." Vizelle cooed as he kneeled inbetween her legs, spreading her legs open, and rolling up her tiny dress. He'd be able to smell her erotic scent, along with spot the moist spot on her underwear. "Aaahn. I didn't know a silver tongue could be used this way." The sorceress moaned, as she pulls down her dress to let her breasts free. And just as she started fondling herself, she uses her psionics to produce phantom hands that would start stroking Jett's cock. He'd feel them touching his shaft directly, even though he's still fully clothed.
Her psionics feel his length through his pants, rock hard, and more than large enough to satisfy her, as he shifts the attention of his tongue downwards, beginning to lick her ass to produce a peculiar but pleasant sensation, while his fingers work their magic on her pussy. "There's...mmmh...more than one way to seal a business deal." He grins, in between licks.
"Aaahn!" Vizelle moaned, her delicious juices coating his tongue as he licked her. While the sorceress continued using her psionic to stroke his length, and massage his balls. "Mmmh. Indeed there is, with some being more pleasurable than others." Vizelle cooed as he began to lick her asshole, and finger her pussy. She shuddered, letting him know she was close to an orgasm.
"Assassination attempt. Rebels and assassins were already dealt with. There are still some tensions on the planet. We are currently on the dreadnought in the orbit." She paused. "You had a concussion and lost an arm. Don't worry, it can be replaced - it would be worse if you died." She reported with a dry sense of humour. "The ring leaders... they are still searched."
Alright, now how should I deal with Lady Ahn? It would be best if I invite her to come visit me and she agrees to it. I could also go visit her, but that will be a lot more dangerous, as she would have all of her servants at hand. I could also try a direct attack, but that would be costly, plus the lady could be another victim of whoever erased Julqe's memories. Eanne considered her options for several minutes, trying to evaluate the pros and cons of each. I think I'll try the diplomatic approach first and see how she reacts to my invitation. First Eanne checked the time, to know whether to invite Ahn for lunch, or for dinner. Then she attempted to contact the lady via a secure connection.
Jett works his belt and zipper, before freeing his length. "If I kept those on, I'd have made quite the mess." He laughs, before standing, pulling up her thighs so that her entrance is available for him. "Let's find somewhere better for me to put my load, eh?" He thrusts forward and enters her, rubbing her clit as he fucks her to add even more pleasure.
"Shit..." He looks at his hand, realising that it's gone. "Thank you, I get the feeling you saved my life?" He smiles at Yannika as she comes back, handing him some water, and fussing over him, matronly. "I'll need to let the people know that I'm alive, and everything is fine. In the meantime, we need to keep up an air of business as usual, right, sister Elena?" He half orders, half asks.
"I'm sure you can afford a thousand more pairs." Vizelle teased, licking her lips as he freed his cock, and started positioning to fuck her. "Aahn. Indeed. I'm sure it would, mmmh, destroy your reputation if word got out that you ruined a pair of pants in a brothel." She cooed, taking a deep breath as he began to enter her. "Haahn!" However, as he started playing with her clit as well, the sorceress' composure was broken somewhat. Causing her to moan, throwing her head back as her pussy tightens around his cock. "Aaahn, just, like, tha-aaahn!" And with the combined stimulation on her sensitive body, it didn't take long for Vizelle to orgasm. Squirting right on Jett's cock, and soaking his pants with her juices.
Looking outside, she sees that it's just about lunch time. After several minutes of waiting, Eanne's viewscreen lights up, as Ahn establishes the conncection. Eanne sees the woman rising out of a pool, in a climate controlled room with holograms made to resemble tropics. "Ah." She smiles, water running down her body. "I was wondering how long it would take you to find me."
Elena nodded. "Take note, there is a possibility of the assassin being someone from your close proximity. A few names of your close associates were suggested, but it might be just enemy sawing distrust among our ranks." She paused. "Correctly, Empress Dowager took command." She hesitated. "Should I inform her of your state? Or do you feel strong enough to call her personally... whatever the case, I would suggest that you rest until you are at least capable of walking, before leaving the ship. As Emperor, you should not show weakness." Elena advised as she looked at Yannika.
Not the greeting I was expecting... “Lady Ahn, it's a pleasure. I am Lady Eanne Winterwood, of house Winterwood. Duke Chernobog sends his regards.” Eanne decided to be polite and greet the woman properly. “I am glad to find you still in good health. I would like to speak with you, if possible. Would you be willing to visit me so that we may speak face to face?” She inquired in her most polite and friendly tone. The lady's answer would determine Eanne's next move.
Carius seems reluctant to stay in bed, but Yannika fervently agrees with Elena, and eventually he relents. "Yes, inform Hersillia. She needs to know, and I don't want to worry her any longer than necessary."
"Mmh. Wonderful." Vizelle moaned, shuddering as she basked in her orgasmic bliss, and the feeling of his warm seed deel inside her womb. "Now then, we should get on with business, no? Dismantling a criminal organization will be no easy feat." She grins.
“My ship would be best. Other places may not be as safe as we think... How about we have lunch together? Or dinner, if you prefer?” Eanne suggested with a friendly – and a little flirty – smile.
