Stars Unending - Sci-fi RP

[Omega98]

Spoiler: Seduction Roll

D100: 70+15 (Seduction Skill)=85 (Pass)

Yannika feels the eyes of every man in the room on her. The lieutenant's hands grip her bodice strings tightly, and he looks at her with a lustful gaze, before undoing the strings and letting her dress slip from her shoulders, revealing her curvy body. The soldiers gawk at her, all seemingly unable to believe that they have such a beauty offering herself to them. Looking down, Yannika sees that their uniform trousers utterly fail to disguise the prominent bulges they're all sporting.

Her dress dropped from her body and Yannika did nothing to stop it. Instead she reveled in the arousal she elicited from the men and instantly grew wet. They all wanted her, their apprehension, suspicion and hostility evaporated the moment they saw her nude body. Her eyes lingered on all of their groins and she couldn't keep a self-satisfied smile from her lips. She had caused this; she had done this to them. That knowledge fueled her lust and ego.

Spoiler: Persuasion Roll

D100: 52+10 (Religious Skill)+ 15 (Diplomacy Skill) + 15 (Successful Seduction)= 92 (Crit)

The lieutenant reluctantly pulls his gaze from Yannika's breasts up to meet her eyes. "I-... I don't know... Your evidence is circumstantial, but it's hard to believe that someone like you could be a liar..." He gulps, and looks back at his men, who look to him for leadership, as conflicted as he is. "I'm not denying the Mother's divinity, but Xenephon does seem shady. If what you're saying is true, she's in trouble. If she's in trouble, then we have to help her..." He bites his lip. "We're with you, at least until the Mother herself tells us otherwise."

Yannika's arousal hid her disappointment well, 'Drat.' she thought to herself. She'd hoped her argument would convince them completely, but she'd make do with what was given. "That-" she began as she sank to her knees, her hand grazed across the lieutenant's blood engorged member. "-will be enough I'm certain."

Her eyes transfixed on the bulge in his pants and she unbuckled his trousers. Another stepped up to her, already undoing his own pants, and she reached out to grab his throbbing shaft. "The gods are truly generous to grace me with such well endowed men." she complimented them. "It's only fair that I worship them properly for this gift." Her mouth engulfed the rod in front of her then, and her hands went to work on two others.

 

[Tjf]

"Oh?" Vizelle was surprised to see what the spider was doing. She attempts to peek into the insect's mind, figuring they at least possessed some intelligence, she tries to figure out what it's trying to do.

Reaching forward, she probes into the arachnid's mind without resistance. It's disconcerting entering the mind of something so different from a human, but she manages to collect herself and search its thoughts. Telepathically probing, Vizelle discovers that the species is sentient, and each individual specimen is almost as intelligent as a human, with the big one being every bit as smart. Something, however, some pulse of strong psionic energy, has utterly broken their minds and left them as nothing more than animals. In their degraded state, all that remained was their animal instincts, and the presence of the sphere. Without the mental faculties to try to resist, the spiders became completely addicted to it, and obsessed by it, barely even leaving to eat. Even now, the big one tries to touch the sphere, not for a purpose, but just for the joy of touching it.

'That was easier than expected,' Xavier said, looking at the dead and dying spiders, 'Good shooting, men.'


'What's it doing?' Xavier asked Vizelle, 'Should I put it out of its misery?'

"Thanks, sir." One of the marines nods. From the other tunnels, Xavier begins to see the depleted ranks of the planetary defense soldiers approaching from the other tunnels.

 

[Tjf]

Elena nodded, satisfied. She had her men to staff the frigates... if those monstrosities could be called that - and gave them to the admiral to command.

"Admiral. Continue to the system, but I would suggest changing the route. I will leave you in command, in the meantime, I will try to get some information from the good Captain." She told the admiral. After that, she gave a congratulatory speech to the crew, praising them for their first victory. It was a good opening and great for morale.

She waited an hour and a half, doing paperwork and checking the status of her forces. She made sure to raise the number of her bodyguards to four in total. She would also meet her surviving bodyguard and made sure she was alright. Once that time passed, and she was sure that her people, to prepare the captain, before making her way to the quarters of her interrogators.

"Tell me," she turned to one of her people. "How are you proceeding with the interrogation?" She asked as she turned to look at the pirate.

Meeting the surviving bodyguard, she sees that the woman is alright physically, though she's ashamed she let Elena get in harm's way, and accepts any punishment her sister superior elects to use. Heading down to the torture chamber, she's informed that the captain has been injected with sensory stimulants and restrained, but they haven't done anything permanent, not until Elena is present to direct.

 

[Tjf]

Pulling away from the scroll Eanne looked at Sitra and gave her a happy smile. “Well, this went better than I dared hope. Looks like we might be able to find the planet and the alien cache after all. There's still plenty to translate, but we're getting there.” She took a careful look at her new friend. “Shall we stop here? You must be tired by now...”

"Yeah, we should probably call it a night." Sitra beams. "Thanks for your help, Eanne."

 

[Daylan]

"That..." Verskaya says, "-might actually work," Flasheert finishes for him. The priest for now stays silent, his opinion impossible to determine in his mask. "We'd have to discuss this with the people we represent, see if we can get them to agree." Verskaya mentions. "It might take a little while."

"Of course," Hersillia replies with a smile, "Politics always takes time. But I think we can all agree it's time well spent if it results in the people in our care having warm bread and warm beds. Their best interests are our best interests, are they not?"

 

[Tjf]

Her dress dropped from her body and Yannika did nothing to stop it. Instead she reveled in the arousal she elicited from the men and instantly grew wet. They all wanted her, their apprehension, suspicion and hostility evaporated the moment they saw her nude body. Her eyes lingered on all of their groins and she couldn't keep a self-satisfied smile from her lips. She had caused this; she had done this to them. That knowledge fueled her lust and ego.

Yannika's arousal hid her disappointment well, 'Drat.' she thought to herself. She'd hoped her argument would convince them completely, but she'd make do with what was given. "That-" she began as she sank to her knees, her hand grazed across the lieutenant's blood engorged member. "-will be enough I'm certain."

Her eyes transfixed on the bulge in his pants and she unbuckled his trousers. Another stepped up to her, already undoing his own pants, and she reached out to grab his throbbing shaft. "The gods are truly generous to grace me with such well endowed men." she complimented them. "It's only fair that I worship them properly for this gift." Her mouth engulfed the rod in front of her then, and her hands went to work on two others.

The lieutenant moans out as Yannika's warm, wet mouth engulfs his cock, the taste of precum on her tongue. Reaching out her hands, she finds two more hard rods ready for her hands. "Damn it all... The gods are good..." Someone utters, before Yannika feels hands on her body, squeezing her breasts, palms slapping her ass, a hand taking a firm grip of her head and pulling her down the lieutenant's cock. The men take their time exploring her body, one of them getting down to lap at the juices running liberally from her cunt.

 

[Tjf]

"Of course," Hersillia replies with a smile, "Politics always takes time. But I think we can all agree it's time well spent if it results in the people in our care having warm bread and warm beds. Their best interests are our best interests, are they not?"

"That's...an unusual stance for a politician." Flasheert chuckles. "Very well," Verskaya nods. "We will bring your suggestion to the people."

 

[Daylan]

"That's...an unusual stance for a politician." Flasheert chuckles. "Very well," Verskaya nods. "We will bring your suggestion to the people."

Hersillia smiles more directly at Flasheert. "Not for one who has had my experiences," she says, "The biggest mistake I have seen too many times is the assumption that one's happiness is only possible with another's misery. It is one I am hopeful that I can convince our new Emperor not to make, which will make things easier on all of us."

 

[Omega98]

The lieutenant moans out as Yannika's warm, wet mouth engulfs his cock, the taste of precum on her tongue. Reaching out her hands, she finds two more hard rods ready for her hands. "Damn it all... The gods are good..." Someone utters, before Yannika feels hands on her body, squeezing her breasts, palms slapping her ass, a hand taking a firm grip of her head and pulling her down the lieutenant's cock. The men take their time exploring her body, one of them getting down to lap at the juices running liberally from her cunt.

It was in those moments that Yannika felt the love of the gods. She moaned against the lieutenant's cock in her mouth as she felt someone slap her ass, and ground her pussy against the man lapping at her near-gushing pussy. She pulled back from the lieutenant's dick, saliva connecting the head to her lips, and gasped for air. "Fuck yes..." she moaned out and dove back down onto a cock to her side.

The hands groping her breasts caused her stomach to flutter and her nipples to harden. She was going to cum soon and no-one had even entered her yet. Gods she loved being the center of attention like this.

Her eyes traveled up to meet the men's standing over her. She broke away from the second cock and pleaded on her exhaled breath, "Please... please fuck me!"

 

[Tjf]

Hersillia smiles more directly at Flasheert. "Not for one who has had my experiences," she says, "The biggest mistake I have seen too many times is the assumption that one's happiness is only possible with another's misery. It is one I am hopeful that I can convince our new Emperor not to make, which will make things easier on all of us."

Verskaya nods. "I should get to work." He leaves, the priest following behind him, not having said a word the entire time, just looking at her from behind his mask. Flasheert stays for a few moments. "I don't know if all of this is real, or if you're just telling us what we want to hear, but... If you're genuine, you seem like a good sort."

 

[Tjf]

It was in those moments that Yannika felt the love of the gods. She moaned against the lieutenant's cock in her mouth as she felt someone slap her ass, and ground her pussy against the man lapping at her near-gushing pussy. She pulled back from the lieutenant's dick, saliva connecting the head to her lips, and gasped for air. "Fuck yes..." she moaned out and dove back down onto a cock to her side.

The hands groping her breasts caused her stomach to flutter and her nipples to harden. She was going to cum soon and no-one had even entered her yet. Gods she loved being the center of attention like this.

Her eyes traveled up to meet the men's standing over her. She broke away from the second cock and pleaded on her exhaled breath, "Please... please fuck me!"

The men continue to touch her, please her, worship her body with their attentions. At one point, one of the men lies down on the floor, grabbing her shoulders and bringing her with him so that her back is lying against his chest, his hard cock entering her asshole with a simple thrust. Another straddles her, quickly sliding his cock past her drenched nether lips and filling her pussy with his meat. The two men fuck her vigorously, each thrust propelling her deeper onto the other cock. She moans, but they're cut off when another man begins to use her mouth. Two mouths touch her breasts, as two of the men begin to suck and bite on her nipples. Those who were left out wait their turns impatiently reaching out to touch her wherever her skin is exposed, as though so entranced that even touching an arm or a thigh is a transcendental experience.

 

[asddas193]

Reaching forward, she probes into the arachnid's mind without resistance. It's disconcerting entering the mind of something so different from a human, but she manages to collect herself and search its thoughts. Telepathically probing, Vizelle discovers that the species is sentient, and each individual specimen is almost as intelligent as a human, with the big one being every bit as smart. Something, however, some pulse of strong psionic energy, has utterly broken their minds and left them as nothing more than animals. In their degraded state, all that remained was their animal instincts, and the presence of the sphere. Without the mental faculties to try to resist, the spiders became completely addicted to it, and obsessed by it, barely even leaving to eat. Even now, the big one tries to touch the sphere, not for a purpose, but just for the joy of touching it.

"Thanks, sir." One of the marines nods. From the other tunnels, Xavier begins to see the depleted ranks of the planetary defense soldiers approaching from the other tunnels.

Verskaya nods. "I should get to work." He leaves, the priest following behind him, not having said a word the entire time, just looking at her from behind his mask. Flasheert stays for a few moments. "I don't know if all of this is real, or if you're just telling us what we want to hear, but... If you're genuine, you seem like a good sort."

"I see." Vizelle cooed, sending a burst of psionic energy to end the giant spider's life. "Interesting." She hummed, moving in to examine the giant sphere. She builds up her mental defenses, before attempting to probe into the boulder's psionic energies. Eager to see where is came from, or who made it.

 

[Omega98]

The men continue to touch her, please her, worship her body with their attentions. At one point, one of the men lies down on the floor, grabbing her shoulders and bringing her with him so that her back is lying against his chest, his hard cock entering her asshole with a simple thrust. Another straddles her, quickly sliding his cock past her drenched nether lips and filling her pussy with his meat. The two men fuck her vigorously, each thrust propelling her deeper onto the other cock. She moans, but they're cut off when another man begins to use her mouth. Two mouths touch her breasts, as two of the men begin to suck and bite on her nipples. Those who were left out wait their turns impatiently reaching out to touch her wherever her skin is exposed, as though so entranced that even touching an arm or a thigh is a transcendental experience.

"Yes..." Yannika hissed when the two men entered her. "Thank you... thank you..." she said breathlessly before one of the men shoved his cock down her throat.

Her pussy walls and asshole clamped down on the two pistoning cocks inside her, gripping at every vein and ridge as they speared into her. She gargled happily on the shaft in her mouth while her breasts were feasted upon by two others. Her legs wrapped around the man on top of her and her heels dug into his back urging him deeper inside her. She ground herself down on the two men every time they bottomed out inside her, begging them to cum, to fill her. She reached out frantically to grasp onto other cocks.

She came hard when two men, two strangers guided her hands to their members and she screamed around the thick cock in her mouth as her body seized in orgasm.

 

[Tjf]

"I see." Vizelle cooed, sending a burst of psionic energy to end the giant spider's life. "Interesting." She hummed, moving in to examine the giant sphere. She builds up her mental defenses, before attempting to probe into the boulder's psionic energies. Eager to see where is came from, or who made it.

Spoiler: Psionic Roll

D100: 48+15 (Order of Sorcerers)=63 (Pass)

Vizelle feels that same feeling of bliss as her energy makes contact with the energy of the sphere. Unlike before, though, when she breaks through, Vizelle feels her mind being pulled somewhere else, as though an invitation. The tugging at her mind is gentle, so she knows she's being given a choice. She can either keep probing the sphere, or let herself be pulled in to communicate telepathically with whatever is contacting her.

 

[Tjf]

"Yes..." Yannika hissed when the two men entered her. "Thank you... thank you..." she said breathlessly before one of the men shoved his cock down her throat.

Her pussy walls and asshole clamped down on the two pistoning cocks inside her, gripping at every vein and ridge as they speared into her. She gargled happily on the shaft in her mouth while her breasts were feasted upon by two others. Her legs wrapped around the man on top of her and her heels dug into his back urging him deeper inside her. She ground herself down on the two men every time they bottomed out inside her, begging them to cum, to fill her. She reached out frantically to grasp onto other cocks.

She came hard when two men, two strangers guided her hands to their members and she screamed around the thick cock in her mouth as her body seized in orgasm.

The men continue to fuck her for hours, their stamina bolstered by the immense lust she's inflicted upon them. Yannika loses count of how many times she's orgasmed, of how many positions she's been placed in, and how many cocks have entered which of her holes. She comes to a little later, on her hands and knees as the last of the men kneels behind her and fucks her pussy. Around her are the limp bodies of the other men, all having fucked her to their limit and become exhausted. The last soldier grabs the priestess' hair, pulling her head back to kiss him.

 

[asddas193]

Spoiler: Psionic Roll

D100: 48+15 (Order of Sorcerers)=63 (Pass)

Vizelle feels that same feeling of bliss as her energy makes contact with the energy of the sphere. Unlike before, though, when she breaks through, Vizelle feels her mind being pulled somewhere else, as though an invitation. The tugging at her mind is gentle, so she knows she's being given a choice. She can either keep probing the sphere, or let herself be pulled in to communicate telepathically with whatever is contacting her.

Oh? Well, let's see who's behind all this then. She cooed inside her mind, putting up her defenses as she accepts the telepathic commication.

 

[majus]

Meeting the surviving bodyguard, she sees that the woman is alright physically, though she's ashamed she let Elena get in harm's way, and accepts any punishment her sister superior elects to use. Heading down to the torture chamber, she's informed that the captain has been injected with sensory stimulants and restrained, but they haven't done anything permanent, not until Elena is present to direct.

"Good." Elena smiled. She walked up to the blindfolded, gagged and tied woman and started lightly trailing her fingers along her sides. "The situation switched, didn't it?" She asked as she moved her hands to the woman's breasts. The gag was not a problem. She would distract the woman with sensory stimulation and take answers directly from her mind.

With the plan ready, she started rubbing her finger along the woman's labia, while groping her breast. The injections made the woman quite turned on...

While playing with her, she started subtly probing her mind, slowly dismantling her defences. If she failed the first time, she would try again. She had time. The pirate captain's secrets would be hers.

 

[Tjf]

Oh? Well, let's see who's behind all this then. She cooed inside her mind, putting up her defenses as she accepts the telepathic commication.

The room around Vizelle begins to fade away, and she finds herself somewhere dark, and pleasantly warm. On an academic level, the sorceress is aware that this is just psionic energy stimulating her senses to trick her into thinking she's in this place, but it feels entirely real to her. At least for now, she doesn't need her defences, as she explores the place, finding a floor made of stone, with pillars reaching unimaginably high into the air above, the ceiling to high to see.

After some more searching, Vizelle sees an empty throne, and next to it, facing away from her, is the figure she saw in her last vision. "You came..." The voice booms telepathically. "You've been interfering in my affairs. A nuisance. But an interesting nuisance." The figure turns to face her, and once again, she sees its ancient, incredibly high tech looking armor, and the helmet which juts out at impossible angles, reflecting and refracting the pale light in ways that make no sense.

 

[Omega98]

The men continue to fuck her for hours, their stamina bolstered by the immense lust she's inflicted upon them. Yannika loses count of how many times she's orgasmed, of how many positions she's been placed in, and how many cocks have entered which of her holes. She comes to a little later, on her hands and knees as the last of the men kneels behind her and fucks her pussy. Around her are the limp bodies of the other men, all having fucked her to their limit and become exhausted. The last soldier grabs the priestess' hair, pulling her head back to kiss him.

Yannika greedily accepts the kiss, hers lips met his with all the passion her drained body can muster. Her fingers scratched at the hard floor, and her tits bounced under her with his thrusts. Sweet dripped from her cum crusted body and she mewled into the mouth of the man.

"Cum..." she whispered, "Please cum..."

 

[asddas193]

The room around Vizelle begins to fade away, and she finds herself somewhere dark, and pleasantly warm. On an academic level, the sorceress is aware that this is just psionic energy stimulating her senses to trick her into thinking she's in this place, but it feels entirely real to her. At least for now, she doesn't need her defences, as she explores the place, finding a floor made of stone, with pillars reaching unimaginably high into the air above, the ceiling to high to see.

After some more searching, Vizelle sees an empty throne, and next to it, facing away from her, is the figure she saw in her last vision. "You came..." The voice booms telepathically. "You've been interfering in my affairs. A nuisance. But an interesting nuisance." The figure turns to face her, and once again, she sees its ancient, incredibly high tech looking armor, and the helmet which juts out at impossible angles, reflecting and refracting the pale light in ways that make no sense.

"Oh?" Humming as she found herself at a different place, at least mentally. Vizelle wanders about, until she saw the familiar looking throne. "Fufu. Greetings." She replied, smiling as she saw the armored figure. "Unfortunately, your affairs are within my city. So I can't have you destroying, or infesting it with those spiders." She answered, looking around the ancient looking throne room.