With another nod, Hersilia accepts his offer, following along as she asks, "So, if you don't mind, what exactly happened that caused all this to start? I know what the official reports from the Empire say, but notes taken from afar can be quite a bit different from those taken in the thick of things and can leave out more... personal details."
Halipha is more than happy to accommodate, pounding her hard from orgasm to orgasm. The dark haired sorceress awakens hours later, a cock deep inside her, this one real.
Elena hissed as she tried to move. She could feel her body, as if she was fucked for hours... which she probably was. Her clothes were gone - the only thing she was wearing, were her thigh-high heeled boots. She could feel cum dripping from her pussy and her ass... she could also feel some of it in her mouth... as well pussy juices? She winced as she felt another thing - whip marks all over her body. Especially on her tits. But there was no permanent damage, thankfully. She was standing... well, hanging, with her hands tied to the rope attached to the ceiling. Her legs were kept apart - tied by ankles, and attached to something on the floor. Elena looked around, trying to see where she was.
"Hiiiiii!" Vizelle squealed as orgadm after orgasm was drawn from her hypersensitive body. The bed they borrowed was completely drenched with her juices by the time she went unconscious... After some time had passed, the sorceress slowly stirred awake, "Mmh?" Only to feel the cock deep inside of her. But depending on whether or not Halipha's control over her mind, and her enflamed senses. Vizelle looks behind to see who's fucking her.
'Hmm, send a second detachment to check that hangar just to be sure, I don't want an infestation on my ship,' Xavier ordered, 'Destroy that patrol ship at a safe distance and bring the Ensign to Port hangar 7-3 near the med centre, I will meet her there. You have the command while I am off the bridge, XO. Keep me informed on the situation with the missing boarding party.' With that, the admiral left for the hangar, to see the woman who was supposed to be dead by her superiors orders.
Yannika eagerly kissed the sergeant back. His beard tickled her in a way she found pleasant. She found that stubble scratched her skin, but a beard she often found quite enjoyable. Especially on the rare instances when someone ‘went down’ on her. While the hands of the soldiers roamed across her body, her fingers worked open the belt and trousers of their sergeant. The men’s’ collective ministrations elicited satisfied moans from the priestess into the mouth of the bearded man. In short order she felt the strings of her bodice be loosened and her prodigious breasts were freed of their confinement. Immediately she felt hands grope at her bare bosom and once again Yannika’s noises of approval were muffled against the Sergeant’s lips. The rest of her dress soon followed her brassier, and Yannika stood naked, covered only in her: tiara, shawl, arm coverings, and ankle boots. The sergeant broke their kiss when she freed his cock from his pants. She looked up at the much taller man with playfulness in her eyes before she dropped down to her knees. The men around them let her and began undoing their own britches, as her hands took hold of the sergeant’s already erect manhood. A look of devotion crossed her face as she regarded his member, and she lifted it, so the tip was pointing towards the ceiling before she licked along the underside of his shaft. She placed a gentle kiss around the tip of his cock before she wrapped her lips around the head. One hand moved up his rod and jerked him off while her tongue danced around the underside of his cock-head. Another eager soldier grabbed her free hand and placed it on his cock. Instinctively she jerked it as she continued to attend to his commander’s own demanding cock. Satisfied that she had given the head of the sergeant’s cock sufficient attention she moved the shaft deeper into her mouth. When she felt the tip of his rod brush against her tonsils she pulled back and repeated the process, bobbing her head up and down on the soldier’s rigid member. After a half-minute, she felt fingers entwine in her hair and pull her mouth off the sergeant’s still throbbing cock and direct it to another one. Yannika eagerly accepted this new offering and began to worship it in much the same way. Other cocks were loosed and Yannika found her body in unquenchable demand. She did her best to attend to each man as vigorously as she had their commander, but soon her mouth and hands weren’t enough. One soldier laid down on the deck, his blood-turgid manhood pointed directly at the ceiling. She straddled him with practiced ease, and he lined his cock up at the entrance of her now sopping pussy. She lowered herself onto him and he slid into her with unbelievable ease. One man’s cock was buried down her throat and her moan, caused by the soldier beneath her, thundered around his thick meat. She bottomed out on the man underneath her and held him buried to the hilt for a moment before she began to ride him in earnest. She built up a sweat quickly and was soon covered in a sheen. Her pussy-walls gripped at the veined cock as it speared into her and didn’t want to release the invader as she moved back up. Her mouth and hands alternated between the three cocks around her and tried to administer to them all when she heard a loud SMACK! And a moment later her ass seared with pleasurable pain. She couldn’t see, but through the carnal sounds of slapping flesh that filled room she heard another kneel down behind her. SMACK! Yannika had an orgasm on the soldier’s dick, her cunt gripping his cock in a vice like grip. SMACK! She shook as she squirted cum all over the abdomen of the soldier under her. SMACK! Yannika’s body convulsed as a second orgasm ripped through her. She was barely cognizant and didn’t register the words that were spoken, but she did recognize that someone had said something when she felt another cock slap against her skin. It slipped between her ass-cheeks and she felt two hands press them together sandwiching his cock between them. “Fuck…” she thought. “So fucking good…”
"G-Glad to hear it..." She moans out, her previous orgasms making this one faster than normal. She lets out a scream, before slumping back on the bed, breathing heavily. "I'm...glad you came in today." The maid chuckles.
Walking alongside the dowager and leading her through the opulent halls of the former palace, the man thinks for a moment before answering. "It's something of a long story, ma'am. In the reign of your late husband, food taxes were imposed on this sector, to feed the troops for one of his campaigns against the Eternal Empire. The taxes were hard on the people here, but we endured, knowing that we were doing our duty to keep our soldiers alive." He sighs. "After a few years, however, the planetary governor declared that the taxes were being raised further. Suddenly, things weren't 'hard' on people, they were lethal, causing famines that left people having to pay extortionate rates for bread from the black market. Even nobles and the church weren't exempt, though many of them managed to find ways to avoid paying. Some nobles on the governor's staff discovered the truth: that the second 'tax increase' wasn't ordered by the emperor, but that the governor himself was taking the food produced here and selling it across the galaxy to pay off his debts. These nobles were murdered by the governor, but not before they broadcasted the truth across the planet." They reach the door to the room assigned to Hersillia. "We united, commoner, noble and churchman, knowing that finally there was a solution to our problem. We just had to petition the emperor. So we sent an envoy to the capital, to demand that our governor be removed. Of course, they weren't even allowed to speak to anyone with authority, and after a month of trying to get an audience, they were assassinated. That was the day we decided that if your empire won't help us, we have to help ourselves. We overthrew the governor, and declared our independence." He finishes. "That's the story, in a nutshell. I apologise, storytelling isn't my area of expertise."
Looking about, her eyes adjust slightly, and she can see that she's in a bedroom of some sort, soft sheets beneath her back. She hears the low hum of engines from another room, and realises that she's on some sort of ship, though where that ship is, whether it's on a planet or in space, is unknown to her. There's a window next to the bed, but it's shuttered, not giving any glimpses as to what the outside looks like.
"Morning, slut." She feels herself pulled by her hair to look backwards, and sees Alexandros' face smirking back at her, as he hammers his sizeable cock inside her. "I felt like taking my reward a little early."
Victoriana nods, assigning another set of security marines to the task, as she takes control of the bridge. Heading through the corridors of his ship, Xavier finds himself in a small hangar for service craft, where several figures wearing hazmat suits surround a young woman, scanning her with some elaborate looking equipment. "Yeah, could I get something to wash this alien gunk off of me, I really-oh..." She stops talking as Xavier approaches, and a marine gently takes away her gun. "Um, hi..." She looks admiringly at Xavier for a few moments, before remembering her place, saluting. "S-Sorry, Admiral! Ensign Reinhardt, at your service sir!"
The men seem to have the same thought, fucking the priestess with all the vigour they have. "30 minutes to destination" a voice calls out via intercom, some time later. Yannika awakens, a naked man atop and below her, with a cock in her pussy and ass respectively. Looking out across the room, the other participants of her orgy have departed, though the smell of sex remains.
"Nnnh." Vizelle let out a moan as he pulled her hair, "Is that... right." She mumbled, Fuuu. That Halipha. Well, I guess I know what she's capable of now. But as for this brat. She sighed inside her mind, "Mmh. Fine. But you'll have to work extra hard." She cooed, moving to match his pace. While discreetly trying to implant herself within his mind, much like she did with his sister.
{So, she is standing or laying? Because we seemed to write two different perspectives.} Elena groaned as she felt the residual effects of the psychic loop. She could feel even now her sex juices flowing between her legs. She needed something, someone to fuck her. She heard about such effects, some stayed permanent, some passed... after days, some after years. Elan bit her lips as her thighs quivered. There was nothing to do but wait.
Yannika LOVED gangbangs. That was the first thought that entered her mind as consciousness returned to her. Her face and chest were covered in cum that was only kept liquid from the sweat that still caked her body. Her muscles trembled and she clung to the two men still fucking her with wile abandon. All of the men had used her as a fuck doll, a cock sleeve, a cum bucket, and she couldn't have been happier. She basked in what she had come to know as the best physical feeling in the world. She didn't know how many men had cum inside her, but her womb felt close to bursting and she figured there must have been at least a gallon of sperm sloshing around inside it. Her ass had fared little better. She could tell the last two were getting close and she spread her legs wider to try and make it easier for them. The man on top of her grunted in effort, and his face contorted into a grimace of near painful pleasure and unloaded yet another torrent of sperm into her womb. Not long later the man under her buried his cock to the hilt in her ass and filled her bowels with cum. Exhausted, the three collapsed into a heap. "T-thank you..." she muttered her appreciation. She laid there for several minutes and caught her breath before she clawed her way to her feet. Her muscles ached, she felt weak and her pussy protested every movement she made. Yannika ran a hand over her bare skin and she knew that she was smiling like an idiot. As she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm she knew her post-coital bliss to be divine in nature. She reached down and acquired her discarded attire and moved over to the door. Before leaving she turned back to the exhausted soldiers that were only then trying to collect themselves and said, "Truly gentlemen thank you. I'm pleased I could attend you. Please, let all the faithful know that if they desire to honor the gods again, as a sworn sister of the Sect of the Sapphire Hearth, I will always make myself available." She meant it of course, if she was successful and became Empress, she'd have to restrict herself to just one man, the same man, for the rest of her life. "When" she corrected herself. When she became Empress she would be happy to do it of course, but a part of her would miss being gangbanged. She enjoyed the attention of it. So many men all focused on her, all spoiling for her, all needing her, all showering her with the physical proof of their lust. She never felt more valuable, her self-esteem was never higher than when she was getting pounded by too many men to count. She left to return to her quarters without dressing. She wasn't concerned about it, most of the crew were probably at their stations preparing for landing anyway. And she had to get back to her cabin to wash up. Plus how many men had already seen her? How many had already fucked her? Yannika shivered in giddy glee. She LOVED getting gangbanged.
“So am I...” Eanne gave Felicia a quick kiss on the lips, then pulled her fingers out and slowly licked them clean. “I will definitely enjoy your company again later... but for today this is enough, I think. Let's get dressed, shall we?”
Xavier looked at the woman and at the men examining her. He gave her a smile, returning her salute, 'At ease, Ensign, you aren't a part of the Centauri navy, there's no need to be so formal. I'm Admiral Xavier von Azurrose, commander of the Centauri fleet. Welcome to the Minotaur.' He looked to the men, 'Anything to report on those measurements?' He then turned back to Ulie, 'You did well to survive that alien attack, you've earned some rest and recreation, but before that we'll get you cleaned up and checked out by the medical team. I have no idea how these aliens work, so we best be safe.'
Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 13+15 (Order of Sorcerers)-10 (Distracted by Sex)=18 (Fail) Hard as Vizelle tries, the pleasure, and the memories of how Halipha had her way with the sorceress' body, make trying to invade Alexandros' mind a losing venture. The young man chuckles, slapping Vizelle's ass as he pounds her. "Trying to invade my mind again? Naughty girl. Maybe as a punishment I should leave you like you left that inquisitor chick?"
(Sorry, she's lying on her back) She's left alone for a good while, far too long, in her opinion. Finally, Elena hears the sound of a door sliding open, and then she's blinded as the lights come on, leaving her eyes no time to adjust. As she recovers, she spots an obese man in expensive clothes smirking at her, and realises that he's the 'client' she had. "Hello there, your holiness."
Just as she saw the man, Elena was assaulted by memories. Her pussy being pounded roughly, as her tits were pushed against the wall, hanging from the ceiling as the whip landed on her tits making her have one climax after the other, ridding the client until exhaustion only to clean his dick eagerly, sitting on the wooden horse as clamps were put on her nipples. "Ahm~" She moaned lightly as pleasure washed over her. To her surprise, just a sight of this man, was enough for her to have a small climax.
