Lorelei sighed with relief; it was surprisingly easy.
"So tell me something, what do I have to do to fuck you?" Rail's breath smelled like alcohol.
Lorelei was blushing, angrily, but blushing. "You just have to buy me a drink." She was happy to see him motion to the bartender. She just had to play the good girl for a little bit. It came naturally to her, after all this time, but still, she didn't have to like it.
Damn this place to hell, she disguised her frustration for mirth.
"Whatever you want darling." Rail's voice was smooth and masculine, it was no wonder he was able to move up the ranks.
"Whatever I want?" Lorelei smirked, playing coy. She even pulled the sweet and innocent card, pretending to be flattered by his display of flamboyance.
Lorelei had already slipped the tiny micro-chip Konrad had given her into the mans neuro-slot. When he leaned over to her, reaching around her rump, she slipped it into the smallest micro-chip slot along the base of his neck. It was a port meant for a quick stash of Siins, and inserting the chip was easy with his full attention on her breasts. He was handsy on her, but Lorelei ignored his desire to ravish her, just so she could get a good look at where to insert the chip.
Rail Sainz didn't know it, but a pile of incriminating evidence had been uploaded to the internal storage of his cyberware, and he was now in the proud possession of information that could easily be used against him when an eventual court martial began. That information tied him directly with the Maws, the data making it seem like he paid them for some nefarious services. If Lorelei had known that he was more than some military officer, but a lower representative of the TannReign with ambitions for something greater, she might've not taken the job. Right now, however, she was happy to get it done.
"Of course, your beauty knows no bounds." Rail seemed distracted. There were a lot of women for him to choose from. The slave alongside him jerked slightly to the side, and he pulled her closer. "How about something exquisite?"
"Yes please." Lorelei continued to play her part. The job was done, now she just had to find a way to leave amicably. The last thing she wanted was for him to get suspicious. It was better to make him feel happy and horny, just until someone else captured his attention. Then, she would slip away, maybe even with another drink in hand.
Lorelei watched as the bartender passed two glasses toward them; the first was for Rail, a traditional dark liquor with a mild sparkle of Allucia shimmering at the top, while the other was for Lorelei. Lorelei's drink was clear, the purest form of Allucia, so pure it didn't have a hint of the typical red or pinkish hue.
"If you like I can add something extra?" He winked. He was clearly suggesting adding some of his seed to her drink if she preferred. The bulge in his trousers was pump and ready to come forth.
Lorelei knew that she shouldn't but was too horny to resist.
She was so lit up with desire and lust that she yanked his pants off without a seconds pause. His erection was purely cybernetic, a meat stick of wires and gears layered with smooth stainless steel. And yet… As Lorelei touched it, the rod felt warm and bizarrely flesh like.
"I lost the damn thing in the war, but after this enhancement, I love seeing Redevers jerk me off. You can call it revenge if you want, but nothing gets me harder, or gives me a rush, like seeing a beautiful Redever rubbing my new metal cock like a champ!"
Lorelei was fixated, fascinated, and somewhat horrified. The false phallus stiffened to over twelve inches in length. She couldn't help but look at the slave girl to his side, who's expression told her all she needed to know. This cock would ruin her if she let it.
Lorelei stroked it, ignoring the panic in her heart, and it didn't take long for a large surplus of gooey white cream to explode all over her face and body. A long rope of semen made it into the glass, mixing with the Allucia.
"There you go, arrow tailed bitch." He gasped with relief. "Your kind might've taken my manhood, but never my dignity. And thanks to miracles of magic and science, my seed can still impregnate! With this massive rod, I'll reshape your innards so nothing will ever feel as good as me again!"
Lorelei was stunned, unable to move, she felt him spreading all over her. She opened her mouth, her tongue tasting it as it dripped down her face, reaching her lips. It was definitely his seed, nothing fake, it tasted bitter and sparked with a flame that resembled his cruelty.
Licking her lips, Lorelei looked at the glass, noticing the semen spreading inside, turning the fluid into a milky white mixture.
"Thank you, you're so good." Lorelei spoke without thinking. She sipped her newly fashioned cocktail and was pleased with the taste. It sent her nipples ablaze, and her loins sobbing wet.
"Good girl."
Those were the words that shook her, waking her up from her stupor.
"Huh?" She caught her breath.
Rail reached out and seized her by the throat, looking her in the eye. "I'm getting a private room. Come join me after I finish gathering all the other damn Redevers here."
"Ok." Lorelei had no intention of obeying his command, but felt she needed to let him think she was obedient.
He left her there, his seed all over her face and somewhat shaken.
"You get your job done, whatever it was?" Yniseli asked her, now that she was free.
Lorelei shuddered. "Yeah, good to go."
"Good," Yniseli wrapped her arms around Lorelei's waist. "I'm going to enjoy my time with you. And all this semen tastes stale. How about we find someone else who can give us a tastier morsel?"
Lorelei looked her in the eye. "What do you want with me?"
"I want, to lick all this semen off your face, and then lick more from someone who tastes much better. Would you like that?" She asked with real burning lust in her voice.
Lorelei thought about it. Yes, she would like that...
"I can see you want to say yes, but something is holding you back. What is it?"
"There's someone I'm in love with," Lorelei was shocked by her own admission. Not that she felt it, but that she would confess it to a stranger.
"Oh!" Yniseli leaned in closer. Her breath even smelled sweet. "Don't tell me you're in love with Vilnus after all?"
"Who?" Lorelei was confused, her mind a puddle of warm goo. It came to her after a couple of seconds though, she was referring to the incubus who let her inside. "No."
"Than who?" the question came with a sting.
"I can't say." Lorelei fought back.
"Yes, you can." Yniseli strolled a finger across her breast, collecting some of the semen left behind, and brought it to her tongue. "Just tell me."
Lorelei couldn't.
"Which incubus has captured your heart?"
Lorelei wouldn't answer.
"Tell me?" her eyes were piercing, glaring into Lorelei's.
Lorelei wouldn't answer.
"Hmm…" Yniseli finally leaned back. She motioned for the bartender to deliver another drink. "What are you hiding?"
"Nothing…" Lorelei knew she should've left, could've left if she wanted too. It's not like this woman had the strength to overpower her. But she had been in the club for far too long now, and her natural instincts demanded to be sated.
Yniseli offered the drink to her, another pure glass of Allucia. Before she even knew it, Lorelei was on her knees in front of some faceless male stud with a rather large example of masculinity. Yniseli stroked him tenderly and when he exhaled, a thick spurt of baby-batter was unleashed. It splashed into the cups of Allucia, causing some droplets to sprinkle over Lorelei's soft and giving breasts. It was a shockingly large load. Lorelei was rather impressed. When she tasted it, it was over, her synapses firing, igniting the light behind her eyes, and her body demanding more to the point where her inhibitions simply collapsed.
Well… Almost collapsed.
"Tell me," Yniseli asked sweetly to her ear.
Lorelei drank the full cup, swallowing its contents, and savoring each and every ounce of it. It washed down her throat, warm and gooey. Her taste buds were already muted from the last drink, but even still, she could make out a smooth and subtle aftertaste, and the texture was hard to ignore.
It took her a moment to clear her throat after drinking it all. When she found herself able to breath clearly, she still had some wits about her.
"I don't want to tell you…" Lorelei offered only a minor confession.
"Oh…" Yniseli sounded just as curious as she was annoyed. She helped Lorelei to her feet, all the while, the pink and red haze made it harder to see anything beyond arm's length.
The music had grown louder, and Lorelei could've sworn she was hallucinating. She could see weird mishapping figures in the fog, some in army uniform and throwing hand grenades at the distance. The sharp string instruments and harsh drums reminded her of distant explosions and bullet ricochets.
It was easier to just ride the wave of pleasure, enjoying the feeling of her sweat running down her skin, tingling her buds, than to think too much about it.
Damn, it's been a long time since I've felt this good… Lorelei felt her soul rejuvenating, the core of her mana was practically overflowing, her magic and vitality reaching new limits.
"Then let us take this conversation somewhere a bit more private." Yniseli proposed while noticing Lorelei's confusion.
Lorelei was too submerged in pleasure to argue or prevent her from leading her away. To her credit, she did lead her through the haze so that Rail wouldn't see them, which wasn't much of a big deal at this point. The officer was drinking merely among others until a group of shadowy figures came to drag him away, leaving behind his slave in muttered confusion.