"Good. Then, let us head to the the biggest city. Alexandros, Halipha, Rikkert, Verner, please set up the barrier again." Vizelle cooed, letting the other mechanics collect the androids they sent out. Meanwhile, the sorceress heads to the engine room to put up another barrier, knowing whatever was in the planet aimed to keep them here.
The freighter lifts up once more into the sky, thrusters burning as they propel the ship through the air. Vizelle feels herself being tossed about once, and twice, as lightning bolts strike the barrier, but her power, supported by her subordinates, keeps the strange electricity from damaging the engines. As they soar high in the air, the strikes lessen in intensity, and when the freighter passes over the ocean, they stop entirely. Clearly, whoever is attacking them is hamstrung by their desire to keep the freighter's occupants alive, and therefore can't allow them to plummet to their deaths in the jungle, or drown in the sea.
As a ship meant to fly through the vacuum of space, the freighter is fast by terrestrial standards, and it's not long before the sea out the window turns to green plains and farmland, supplemented here and there by rural towns and small cities. Finally, Vizelle sees their destination, a circular city, with a large spire in the center.
"I'm, uh, gonna guess that that's where we want to start looking?" Jaya looks to Vizelle. Mary nods. "That would be logical."
The freighter lifts up once more into the sky, thrusters burning as they propel the ship through the air. Vizelle feels herself being tossed about once, and twice, as lightning bolts strike the barrier, but her power, supported by her subordinates, keeps the strange electricity from damaging the engines. As they soar high in the air, the strikes lessen in intensity, and when the freighter passes over the ocean, they stop entirely. Clearly, whoever is attacking them is hamstrung by their desire to keep the freighter's occupants alive, and therefore can't allow them to plummet to their deaths in the jungle, or drown in the sea.
As a ship meant to fly through the vacuum of space, the freighter is fast by terrestrial standards, and it's not long before the sea out the window turns to green plains and farmland, supplemented here and there by rural towns and small cities. Finally, Vizelle sees their destination, a circular city, with a large spire in the center.
"I'm, uh, gonna guess that that's where we want to start looking?" Jaya looks to Vizelle. Mary nods. "That would be logical."
"Wonderful. Good work everyone." Vizelle grins as they managed to weather the storm, "And yes, that would be the most obvious destination. Try and land the ship as close as possible." She grins, not letting up on the barrier until they finally land.
It felt like a weight had been lifted from Yannika's chest. She breathed in deeply and felt almost euphoric. Outside of when her son had been hammering her into blissful oblivion and generating a relationship with him this was the absolute best she'd felt since she was a teenager.
Before everything.
And he was even letting her reclaim her name. She'd be Yannika Wulfkin again, not just Yannika of House Wulfkin. Catharsis was a wonderful thing.
There was a small pang of guilt in that he was visibly unwell, and she obviously hadn't help that. She briefly wondered what was wrong, how long had it been going on, would he get better, and how serious it was; but if it was serious she couldn't help but think the universe would be a better place without him in it.
She only felt a little shame for that thought.
Her expulsion of emotion had only yielded half the result that she wanted. She had to get that evidence by any means necessary. So it was probably a good thing she'd be staying for a bit.
Formality returned to her and she curtsied "Thank You, My Lord Wulfkin." and excused herself before she returned to her room.
On her way out, the priestess is stopped in the hallway by a man in elaborate military guard, his sword unsheathed.
"Yannika?" His face, drawn into a suspicious frown, relaxes, and moves to somewhere between a look of bemusement, and a shit eating grin. "I... Yannika..." Finally, the penny drops, and Yannika realises who the man is. Time has changed Tymothy, her father's first born. His boyish good looks have been replaced by wrinkles, and his playboy-esque expression has settled into something more dour and serious, but when her brother sees her, she gets a glimpse of the boy he was.
"Sis..." He tries to sheathe the sword, misses the sheath, and simply drops the blade, as he rushes forward to engulf her in a massive bear hug. "It's so good to see you!" He squeezes tight enough for her to fear that her bones are about to shatter.
She looks down at his cock and grins. "I'd be offended if you didn't." She touches his chest, ostensibly to clean it, but isn't doing a great job of it.
"Wonderful. Good work everyone." Vizelle grins as they managed to weather the storm, "And yes, that would be the most obvious destination. Try and land the ship as close as possible." She grins, not letting up on the barrier until they finally land.
There's a large courtyard garden at the front of the huge structure. Coming down, the ship crushes many elaborate flowers, but isn't damaged or interfered with in any way.
She looks down at his cock and grins. "I'd be offended if you didn't." She touches his chest, ostensibly to clean it, but isn't doing a great job of it.
There's a large courtyard garden at the front of the huge structure. Coming down, the ship crushes many elaborate flowers, but isn't damaged or interfered with in any way.
"Alright then, let us go see what we're dealing with." Vizelle grins, undoing the barrier, and heading out first. She uses her psionic radar to check for signs of life, or movement.
"Mmmh..." She presses herself against him, breathing into his ear as he touches her tail. "Careful, sir... If you touch me there, I won't be responsible for what happens afterwards." Her hand slides down his chest, then his stomach, rapidly approaching his cock.
"Alright then, let us go see what we're dealing with." Vizelle grins, undoing the barrier, and heading out first. She uses her psionic radar to check for signs of life, or movement.
Stepping down the ramp, she feels no signs of life in the immediate area, but she feels a great deal of movement, coming from one of the building's ground entrances.
"Mmmh..." She presses herself against him, breathing into his ear as he touches her tail. "Careful, sir... If you touch me there, I won't be responsible for what happens afterwards." Her hand slides down his chest, then his stomach, rapidly approaching his cock.
She moans again, body twitching a little bit. "Alright, then, you asked for it." She leans in to kiss him, her mouth pressing hungrily against his, as she presses him back against the shower wall. Her hands move down, taking hold of his cock and beginning to squeeze it in just the right way, every finger touching just the right spot to get him rock hard.
On her way out, the priestess is stopped in the hallway by a man in elaborate military guard, his sword unsheathed.
"Yannika?" His face, drawn into a suspicious frown, relaxes, and moves to somewhere between a look of bemusement, and a shit eating grin. "I... Yannika..." Finally, the penny drops, and Yannika realises who the man is. Time has changed Tymothy, her father's first born. His boyish good looks have been replaced by wrinkles, and his playboy-esque expression has settled into something more dour and serious, but when her brother sees her, she gets a glimpse of the boy he was.
"Sis..." He tries to sheathe the sword, misses the sheath, and simply drops the blade, as he rushes forward to engulf her in a massive bear hug. "It's so good to see you!" He squeezes tight enough for her to fear that her bones are about to shatter.
"Tym..." she uttered in disbelief before she was swallowed by the most massive hug of her life. "By the Gods Tymothy!" Yannika wept and wrapped her arms around her 'big brother'. For the second time in less than an hour she was overcome with emotion and the two stood in the hall for a long time just hugging one another. Yannika cried in joy and relief. As much as she hated her father she loved her brother. Losing him when she was condemned to the Church had been a blow she'd never really recovered from. To finally be back with him now brought forth emotions she couldn't contain.
There were a million things she'd wanted to tell him over the years, so many things she needed him to listen to her about. So now, finally given the chance to say something to him, the first thing that passed her lips was "I hate your mustache."
She moans again, body twitching a little bit. "Alright, then, you asked for it." She leans in to kiss him, her mouth pressing hungrily against his, as she presses him back against the shower wall. Her hands move down, taking hold of his cock and beginning to squeeze it in just the right way, every finger touching just the right spot to get him rock hard.
It only took a second or two for Reyna to get Xavier's massive cock hard as diamond.
The admiral returned her heated kiss, moaning into her mouth as she stroked him and pressed herself against him. He grabbed two-handfuls of her bum, rubbing and squeezing it. He certainly hadn't been expecting to get intimate in the showers, but he was enjoying what was happening.
Breaking their kiss, Xavier smiled, 'I heard your species tends to mate many times after another over hours, is that true?'
"Tym..." she uttered in disbelief before she was swallowed by the most massive hug of her life. "By the Gods Tymothy!" Yannika wept and wrapped her arms around her 'big brother'. For the second time in less than an hour she was overcome with emotion and the two stood in the hall for a long time just hugging one another. Yannika cried in joy and relief. As much as she hated her father she loved her brother. Losing him when she was condemned to the Church had been a blow she'd never really recovered from. To finally be back with him now brought forth emotions she couldn't contain.
There were a million things she'd wanted to tell him over the years, so many things she needed him to listen to her about. So now, finally given the chance to say something to him, the first thing that passed her lips was "I hate your mustache."
There's dead silence for a few moments, before Tymothy begins to belly laugh, each heave of his chest pressing against her. Finally, wiping away a tear, he releases her. "I'll shave it off immediately, then." He can't help but smile at the sight of her. "I'd never imagined... Gods, Yannika... I can't believe you're back! Are you going to be here long? Wait, no, let's head to my room, to talk in private."
Excitedly, Tym leads her through the halls of the manse, stopping in front of one of the doors. Yannika notes, to her surprise, that Tymothy is staying in one of the guest rooms, not in the grand chamber that was his by right of being heir, back when she lived here. The door opens, and he hurries Yannika inside. "Finally, you're back, I've been so- honey, who is this?" A female voice states, and Yannika sees a dark haired woman clad in red lingerie, sitting on the bed, giving Yannika a bemused look.
Tymothy smiles at the two women. "Ah, sorry, in all the excitement, I forgot to mention. My love, this is my sister, Yannika. Yannika, this is my wife, Velve." Velve stands, nodding to Yannika. "Ah, I've heard a lot about you. My husband's father hates you, so we have something in common. Apologies for my clothing, I wasn't expecting a guest."
It only took a second or two for Reyna to get Xavier's massive cock hard as diamond.
The admiral returned her heated kiss, moaning into her mouth as she stroked him and pressed herself against him. He grabbed two-handfuls of her bum, rubbing and squeezing it. He certainly hadn't been expecting to get intimate in the showers, but he was enjoying what was happening.
Breaking their kiss, Xavier smiled, 'I heard your species tends to mate many times after another over hours, is that true?'
Reyna groans, kissing his neck, as she continues to rub his cock. "When we find someone worth mating with." She chuckles, before turning around. She presses her backside against him, and he feels his cock being squeezed in between the cheeks of her ass.
Stepping down the ramp, she feels no signs of life in the immediate area, but she feels a great deal of movement, coming from one of the building's ground entrances.
"Mhm...Mhmphhh...!" Bec moans as Eanne sits on her face, vibrations from her surprised moaning sending a pleasant tingle up Eanne's body.
It isn't long, though, before Bec is doing as commanded, her tongue lashing against Eanne's clit, before pressing forth inside the blonde, finding her g-spot and relentlessly attacking it.
“Ooohhh, yes, that's t! Good girl! Keep going, Bec!” Eanne moaned in approval as her bodyguard got to work. The redhead was clearly skilled and was hitting just the right spots, getting the blonde hornier by the second. “Ooohhh...” The noblewoman began moving, trying to ride Bec's tongue like a dildo. Her arousal was growing rapidly and it would not be long before she came all over the redhead's face.
"A deal?" Elena sneered as she grabbed the woman by the throat. "You have nothing, traitor." She let go and moved around the woman.
"You have two choices." She said as she ripped off her panties. Her fingers slid into her pussy and started drilling it. As the woman was panting from pleasure, Elena started dropping her tit. "You can either open your mind and drop your defences and show me everything... or I can give you to my interrogators. And they like to be brutal." Just to be safe, Elena had two of her order's psychics as a backup.
She continued pleasuring the woman for a few more moments. When it looked like the confessor was moaning with her first climax, Elena nodded to her subordinates.
"Time's up." And with their aid, she went into the traitor's mind, trying to extract everything she could.
Reyna groans, kissing his neck, as she continues to rub his cock. "When we find someone worth mating with." She chuckles, before turning around. She presses her backside against him, and he feels his cock being squeezed in between the cheeks of her ass.
With his cock wedged between Reyna's cheeks, Xavier ran his hands along her sides and up her muscled belly, before he grabbed Reyna's juicy breasts in his palms, nuzzling his face in her neck and to her fluffy ears. He played with them, brushing his fingers over her nipples and squeezing them, he chuckled, 'Do you find me worthy then?'
