"I know you will, my dear boy." Vizelle cooed, biting her lips as he licks her clit directly. "Aaahn. Just like that." She moaned, her juices gushing out even more.
'And drop the "sir" while we're here alone,' Xavier smiled, 'Pick out a vid you like and make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back.' Xavier went to get some snacks and a few beers before he joined Ulie on the couch in his quarters, 'Found anything?'
The smile she gave the captain was tinged with a touch of disappointment. "I am here to do the gods' work as well as the the Emperor's, Captain." she explained, "While it's true the Emperor's mission is pressing, as a Sister of the Church, I must always honor the gods. If your faith does not require my attention right now then all is well." She stepped up to him and gently brushed her fingers across his chest. She looked up at him with subdued desire and spoke in a breathless whisper. "But I am not 'too busy' to fulfill my duty to the gods." Yannika pulled her hand back and stepped past him into the hallway, "Perhaps when my mission is complete and we are returning to Terra you might be in greater need of my service Captain. Until then thank you again and farewell." She tilted her head in thanks and turned to leave.
“Yes, I'd love to meet them.” Eanne confirmed. “Give me just a moment to send a message to my servants and let them know I'll be staying so they don't wait for me in vain.” She quickly did just that, sending a message to inform her servants where she was and that she would be staying for dinner, and instructing them to let her know if anything important required her attention. “There, all done.”
For a moment, Elena considered taking care of corruption in the capital - it was well suited for her talents... but it could wait. There was a more important task to take care of. The Ietra. The Empire was challenged, and even if they lost, it would be no big territorial loss, it would make massive damage to the morale and reputation. It would prove the Empire a giant on wooden legs and would be made a target everyone would try to attack. The Prince and his dominion would have to be dealt with decisively and brutally. Elena made the note, that she would move with a relief force to the Ietra, and quickly started checking what local imperial forces and reserves were available for her to commander... no, to take command of. She was sure she would find a couple of ships, if not entire fleets in reserve, as well as a couple of legions, waiting to be used. What was important, was to also find skilled officers, for those units. Of course, she would take her Order's guard... she might even send a call to loyal nobles and pious to join the... crusade. She knew she also had a few local resources... enough to do some sabotage... but she would need to check if there were any high ranking spies in Prince's dominium she could use. If all failed, she would need to hire Xeno, mercenaries, or some minor factions... Also, she would need to check the report from the area... With that, she started to plan.
Boring is fine. It can be relaxing. Especially with good drink... though she does limit herself, as hard as that is. This way, she is only slightly buzzed by the time the announcement comes. She sighs and, with a little coy wink at the guard inside the room, darts back behind the curtain to change into more appropriate "working clothes" again. Though this time, out of her available wardrobe, she chooses a much more simple blue and silver dress that is possible to put on by oneself while still looking regal. Add in a silver tiara studded with small blue jewels and use some bio magic to take a few years off the face and she was sure she looked the part of a young, determined diplomat... and also hopefully cute as a button to whoever she was about to meet. That always made them underestimate her be it man or woman. With that, she stepped out into the hallway, letting her guards lead her where she needed to be.
Gripping her thighs, Verner pulls her in closer, so his tongue can penetrate past her lips to caress deep inside her. She hears him moaning her name, and her various titles, as he vigorously eats her out.
As he returns, he sees her holding a swashbuckling adventure vid, very much the kind of thing she described earlier, about an intergalactic archaeologist trying to recover an ancient relic before a race of evil xenos can get their hands on it. "Thanks, si-." Ulie smiles and cuts herself off, taking a beer.
The young captain blushes fiercely as she touches him, and for a moment Yannika thinks he's about to grab her and take her right then and there, but he shows restraint. "You can expect a visit from me, my lady... In the meantime," he offers her a fur lined coat and hat to deal with the cold outside. Heading out into the ship, Yannika finds her gold armoured honour guard waiting for her, in formation and with weapons at the ready. "Ma'am." The leader nods his head respectfully, no trace left of the lusty figure who 'worshipped' with her not long ago, now that he's operational. The ship's ramp lowers, and the imperial guards surround Yannika protectively as she descends. Outside, she sees long fields of white snow, with mountains in the distance, and feels cold nipping at her skin where her flesh is exposed. In front of the ship, in parade formation, are a company of red coated soldiers in the uniforms of Lave V's armed forces, led by a bearded older man. In the center of the red coated troops strides a priestess in an outfit that's both risque and totally unfit for the sub-zero temperatures, and yet she shows no signs of discomfort, striding up to Yannika and giving a graceful curtsy. "Welcome to our planet." She smiles. "I am Sister Rhaiya, of the Church of the Holy Mother. You are the emperor's representative?"
Chernobog makes no move to prevent her from communicating, and Eanne's servants soon respond to confirm that they've understood. Chernobog continues to engage Eanne in idle chat, steering the conversation away from matters of state, for the moment at least, until a military craft can be seen touching down on the landing pad, doors opening and several marines exiting, guns at the ready. Continuing to watch, however, Eanne sees that this isn't an act of aggression by an attacker, just a standard procedure by guards. A few seconds after, the duke's daughters emerge, Amara striding confidently onto the landing pad and towards the house, off handedly giving some orders to her marines. Behind her, Sitra also walks out, eyes down onto a scroll of some sort, not paying much attention to the people around her and mostly avoiding contact. The two women enter the house, quickly looking to Eanne. "A guest, father? Who might you be?" Amara asks Chernobog, but asks her second question to Eanne before her father can answer, her eyes are locked on Eanne. Is she scanning her for weaknesses? Trying to determine trustworthiness? Maybe just enjoying the view? It's difficult for Eanne to say. Sitra briefly makes eye contact, nodding respectfully, before looking back at her reading material.
Reports are easy to get in the council chambers, but there's a limit to their accuracy in a combat zone. The military forces stationed at Ietra consist of two fleets, the XVth and the XVIth, both proper imperial fleets with capital ships, cruisers and screening ships. The fleets, however, are being pushed to the brink, forced to divide their forces to deal with raids from pirates allied to the enemy, while the prince can attack with his entire fleet at any target he wishes, meaning that he has had superior numbers in every engagement. The same goes for the army legions on the planet, being spread out wide in terms of numbers to defend against raids, and making them vulnerable to full scale invasions. For other forces, Elena knows that she can bring her order to bear however she wishes. Spies are something she likely won't have access to until she actually reaches Ietra, and it will take looking into before she can have any clue as to what support she can gain from the nobles, though it occurs to her that Madame Dubernay's networks will be able to assist in that.
"Aaahn." Vizelle moans as he pulls her closer, urging her to return the favor by increasing the strokes on his cock. The sorceress soon orgasms, her curvy body shuddering as she squirts her juices all over his face.
Steeping outside, the captain from before smiles as he sees her, before escorting her towards a circular meeting room with a view out towards Haephestus' skyline. Inside, await three people, each sitting at a chair. The captain enters the room, introducing each figure. "My lady, this is Bishop Josephus, representing the priestly faction." The masked priest inclines his head in acknowledgement. "This is Baron Verskaya, representing the nobles" The noble gives a smile. "Charmed, your highness." "And lastly, the elected representative of the commons, Captain Flasheert of the Haephestus Defense Force" The woman looks Hersillia up and down, before adding "Nice to meet 'ya, yer highness."
Verner continues to lap up her juices before he looks up at his mistress, his expression one of pure devotion and love. "Did I do well?"
"Yes you did, my dear boy." Vizelle cooes, "Mmh. So well in fact, I'll allow you to choose where you blow your load." She whispered in a sultry tone, "My feet? My legs? My chest? Fufu, or would you like to use my holes?" She teased, smirking as she stops psionically stroking his cock.
Verner smiles as though he's been given the greatest gift imaginable, taking hold of his cock and advancing. "Y-Your breasts, mistress..." He begins to rub his cock in her cleavage, looking at her for permission to squeeze her breasts around his length.
Vizelle smiles as he answered and moved into position. Her gloved hands press against the outer side of her breasts, letting Verner's cock slide into her cleavage. "Do my breasts please you, Verner?" She asked already knowing his answer, "Fufu, of course it does. Sadly... there are people out there that will want to kill me... to seperate us. But you won't let that happen, will you, my dear boy? You'll get stronger, to protect Mommy won't you?" She speaks in a motherly tone, while stroking his cock with her breasts.
"Y-Yes, mommy..." He groans, as he begins to fuck her breasts. "They're the best in the whole galaxy..." He looks down at her with devotion in his eyes. "I'll never let anyone hurt you, ever, mommy. I'll kill anyone who tries!"
Yannika was left wondering how the woman seemed so unaffected by the cold, was it acclimatization to the world? Thermal lined attire? Or magic?... Worries of demonic corruption filled her, but she pushed them aside. She was here to investigate, and speculation was not proof. She returned the curtsy and introduced herself. "Thank you Sister Rhaiya, we are pleased to be here. I am Yannika of House Wulfkin, Sworn Sister of the Church of the Holy Mother, and Woman of the Holy Order Religious Expansion. I am here on behalf of the Emperor and the Church investigating a charge of Heresy. I hope to clear up this matter quickly and without issue. Please, tell me what you can about the situation, our information is somewhat... limited. And I shan't wish to reach an incorrect conclusion."
"Thank you, my dear boy." Vizelle gives him a warm, motherly smile. "Promise me, promise Mommy you'll get stronger." She cooed, moving her body to continue stroking his cock with her breasts. "Now cum, cum for me, Verner dear." She said, as she opens her mouth to catch his load.
