Tales of Unity - Arc I - Jaded Ether [Eteru/Iammelon] [Dropped/Recton]

A strong urge to kiss Alcra right there and then almost overtook him. Yet he managed to show restraint. She was being too precious for him when he can’t show how he felt in return. It's not fair. So he just opts to give his beloved Watrike a very warm, pleasant feeling that spread throughout her body.

What happened next he wasn’t quite so sure. He wasn’t paying much attention due to being distracted by the odd vibes that Luan was giving off. There was a sense the conversation remained peaceful and professional on both ends. Testimonies were given, including his own, and he then found himself later outside on the back of an ambulance with a small blanket hanging off his shoulders. It tends to get quite chilly in the underground at this time.

The others were about. Lana was chatting with Charka again. And he was trying to not curl inward like a turtle from the nearby reporters. He recalled speaking to them earlier with the assistance of some officer so he could give them something to write about. One of their inquiries was why he didn’t get out right away. As apparently, he didn’t know that people were recording him at night during the exodus. Because he was in his true form spread out across the ceiling of the tunnel to give people something pleasant to sleep under.

The general consensus he learned and felt happy for was that it gave many people the impression of sleeping under the night sky. To some it was the one thing that gave them hope.

He gave the honest answer that he stayed behind to attend to the dead and try to retrieve more. They seemed to like that and the officer got him away before they could bother him with more questions.

Sitting on the ambulance he was still on edge with the strangeness that Luan was emanating. Said woman was casually chatting with another officer. Standard stuff he thought.

And then his cosmic self felt it. Someone other than him and Tulam was in the kitchen. He was lazing on the couch when he bolted upright. Coming to his feet to edge towards the entryway.

The oddest thing was that he never felt it. A quick glance told him that every ward in place was perfectly untouched. To it, nothing passed it. Despite the fact he was seeing something quite the opposite.

He saw Luan at the counter making a cup. But garbed in something that spoke a sense of familiarity in him. She was in a white sleeveless shirt, a yellow skirt with a checkerboard pattern. It felt off. As if it were something she wouldn’t normally wear.

“Strange isn’t?”

Lincoln came to a stop when she apparently noticed him despite not glancing in his direction. Speaking in that cool yet more softer voice.

“This house put me into these. I’ll admit they’re quite lovely.”

He couldn’t argue that. It did look nice on her. Reminded him of those Gashyran Belle pictures of women in. An air of light and innocence that speaks of days now long gone. And as much it would be a natural course of action to confront an intruder. He didn’t feel Luan was breaking in.

“They feel familiar.” He noted. Putting on an amiable front to Luan. Quelling the rising anxiety and paranoia underneath.

At last she looked at him with her strange yellow eyes. Still wearing that soft smile on her face. “Wish to sit at the table?” She gestures to the dining room.

Seeing no other reason no to, he went over to take a seat with his sister taking one nearby. They say in silence for a few moments. Both seem to be taking in the rather warm atmosphere.

“It feels like home.”

Luan’s casual remark made him snap to attention again. He looked at her. Studying her perplexing. Of how delicate the curve of her pale neck was. Thankfully things were too awkward for him to indulge in his usual admiration of the female body.

“It really does, doesn’t it? Do you...know anything about this place?” He asks softly as well. Not wishing to disturb the calm too much,

“I’m as lost as you are. But I can feel this is our home. That our whole family once sat at this table to feast.”

Lincoln looked around the table. Sure enough he could sense that same inkling as well. He turned to look back at Luan to ask something but she already seem to knew his question before he said it.

“I’ve only ever come across signs that we were sailing the sea of stars for a lot longer than a thousand years. Lucy, Leni, and Luna all made allusions to it but never know more than that. Especially with the chains that bound us to not make us too curious.”

Luan seemed to notice his look and gave a short giggle. “I don’t need my gifts to read you. Just simple psychology. You’re easy to read like that.”

His cheeks gave a pink tint. Looking to the side he went to steer the conversation to an important subject. “Do you...know?”

“About my baby brother making a little harem?” Despite the gravity of it she said it in a teasing manner. “Honestly, it’s quite cute.”

That made him tilt his head a bit, “How come?” While he’s very much committing some dubious things he’s still self aware of the fact that it’s not a pretty thing in people's eyes. Tulam can complain about self limitations being for squares all he wants. But he’s not going to abuse his powers. It was a good thing he learned about his dead son. That would be a good excuse to use for a reason to not go on a romp around the galaxy to shag everyone he meets.

Luan gave a light roll of her shoulders in a shrug. Her eyes locked on to his as she sips her tea. “I have had a close eye on you for a long time. I’m sure you know you’re known to every police agency across Iammelon. Not only because you’re close to Vega, but that you possess strange abilities that made you a possible greatest threat to national security.”

That made him fluster a bit. It was true that he figured his uniqueness would be well known. More so with technology all around him. It was why he told Alcra he stuck to a low profile career.

“The sole reason why you weren’t sought after as much as it could have been was simply because we could see you weren’t using it to your advantage all that much. And with a non violent crime record, you were simply not a threat yet. And so we decided to focus on higher priority targets like your old friend.”

That adds up with his general experience with the police he thought. He then notices Luan giving him a deeper gaze. “I suppose you could say I was learning a lot about you. Kinda like how you can get a sense of an artist’s soul from their painting.”

“I can get what you mean.” It was a feeling when he sauntered around abandoned places. See things that give him an echo of the life that once flourished there. Connecting the dots he looked into her eyes again. “I guess, you know me in a different way then.”

She let out a low hum. “You deserve many things. What sort of older sister would I be if I don’t accept your wishes.” She paused. Letting silence to hang in the air briefly. “Beneath it all. You’re after revenge. Same as me.”

He could get a sense of what she was going on about. The reason she isn’t bothered is out of pure mutualism. His passive demeanor faltered when her gaze turned sultry. “Why don’t we carry this conversation over to the couch hm? It’s only proper for you to know more about me when I’ve learned much in return.”

Even though he's not really human. Unless they’re not straight, hot blooded men rarely not take up the signals presented to them.

Exchanging flirty smiles and half lidded gaze they sensually made their way over to the couch. All the while that strange feeling was still there. The persistent sense of deja vu. It bothered him enough that he spoke as he straddled Luan's waist as she laid on the couch. Resting her head on the arm rest. “I feel we’re doing some naughty for some reason.” He commented.

Luan brightens her smile. Giving him a soft gaze as she snake her hands to clasp behind her brother's neck. “Well Lincoln. We are doing improper things on the family couch. I wouldn’t put it past you if in some other time, in a home very much like this one. You charmed me to try something risque while our family was sleeping.”

For some reason he gave a scoff. His hands trailing her side. “For some reason something tells me it was you who charmed me first.”

“Then, I suppose we’re really meant to be together.” Was her response to that before they dropped the need for any more words. Everything after that was spoken in gasps and moans. All the while he thought about what they said earlier about them being tied longer than they were born. If that is not the definition of being destined together he doesn’t know what is.

The strange flower that was Luan’s soul bloomed. Bearing her core without hesitating. Both Lincoln and Tulam would learn more why Luan rolled over so easily without any prompt. Looking within they could see that Luan was truly keeping an eye on Lincoln for so many years. Mentally debating whether to reunite with him or not. The strange, brief conversation with her other sisters made her feel that since they have been united for so long. Is it only proper to be united again?

When she learned about Lincoln’s deeds through her powers. Joining him in that fashion didn’t seem like a bad thought. As it implies she had any autonomy to begin with. You can’t take what was already taken after all.

What’s more, she knew that being in her brother's shackles meant the shattering of her old ones. And given she had watched Lincoln grow up to become a fine man from afar. It looks like an appealing trade off.

All these rationalizations orbit one theme. Fate. Typically she’s not one to believe in that type of stuff. But considering the signs, and how there is a strange synchronicity of her sisters seemingly honing on her brother within the same time frame. For someone with her unique sight on the world. It wasn’t hard to almost make out the invisible hand that guided certain events.

But this all didn’t matter anymore. The more her sweet brother worships her body. Scrape the inside of her core with his great manhood. Made her feel like her age was finally rolling off of her. The weight of centuries no longer looming over her mind as another shadow took its place. Her power dimmer than what it used to be.

Who cares if it looked like she was being too submissive. There was one thing that mattered. That only ever mattered. That she was now home in her brother’s arms.

A certain room in the house becomes half furnished. A sign that Luan is forever bound to Lincoln. With their spirits mending and Tulam possibly working on limiting her abilities much as he did with the other siblings. Lincoln’s physical self snapped out of his aimless gaze.

Things seem like they were cleaning up. He could see Lana being near which makes sense. She likely told Charka about how he was the rock so it would be odd if they split up. The surrounding crowd seems to be smaller with a few groups here and there hanging around.

He caught Luan giving him a glancing yet loving look as she seemed to finish up her business as well. From their newfound connection he would learn that coincidentally Luan had been planning to take a much awarded paid break after the Civil War and had been thinking of taking it up to go find him. Then the facility happened so she held it off until after the crisis was solved.

Now that it was. She was free to take the break. But she would need to head back to the station first. Letting another kind officer to offer him, Lana, Alcra, Talmina and her pet a ride somewhere. Lincoln allowed Lana to request the officer to drop her off at her apartment real quick to get her stuff and come back.

Afterwards he gave a mental suggestion that perhaps they should be dropped off at a bus stop. Both to give Alcra time with Talmina and a way to then get to the area where the ship was. Once Alcra treated him with two new additions to the family. Lisa and Luan will both head to the ship sometime after.

Once released of the police and Charka, who noted that she would be keeping tabs on Lincoln and his group, the group was indeed free to do as they needed. Once Lana and the police officer were off, that meant it was just Alcra, Lincoln, and of course Talmia and her Valorian. That meant this was a good time for something Alcra needed to do, which was to turn to Talmia and smile in a sorrowful fashion, but she kept herself strong as she spoke, "Alright, Talmia, this is where I need you to go and do something for me, alone. Remember that mission I was telling you about over in the Vendral Sector of Avalantus? You have all the information on it, and I want you to go and do it without me. And then, once that is done, I want you to chart your own course in life. I have taught you everything I can, and I believe you are ready to strike out and make your own destiny. You're strong Talmia, and this is your time. I want you to make your own name, and see your potential blossom into something amazing. But you can't do that with me, this part of your journey is one you have to do by yourself. I think you're ready..." 

As the speech was visibly difficult on Alcra, Lincoln could tell none of it was false. This was a truth Alcra had known for a while, Talmia had potential that she needed to grow without an overprotective mother figure around her. She was an adult, and she needed to mark out her own life. After a moment of silence, Talmia gave a nod of understanding. Without saying anything, she gave Alcra a big hug, speaking quietly, "This one understands, Alcra. It thanks you, for everything. This one was saved, raised, given a true life. It will make you proud."

Returning the hug tightly, Alcra seemed to be almost tearing up yet remained strong, "You already have, I am so proud of you Talmia. You'll be a fine Watrike, the Grand Drake could never hope for a better ally." She give Talmia a small kiss on the head, and maintained the hug for a few moments before stepping back, "I'll make sure to call you plenty, we'll stay in touch. Just because you are living and acting on your own now doesn't mean we aren't going to stay close, after all. If you ever need advice or just want to talk, you have my number. And if you are ever in trouble, I will be there for you, Talmia. Now go on, make the Nebula know your name." With that she gave a sorrowful wave.

The wave was returned by Talmia as she began to walk off. Her Valorian of course followed loyally, and if Lincoln was watching closely she was a fair bit less restrained in her looking and closeness to Talmia now that Alcra was not nearby. The two moved off into the distance, and soon out of sight. Alcra sighed, a smile still on her face as she made a final comment, "I think I did pretty good with her. No regrets at all."

After a few seconds of looking into the distance, Alcra then quickly turned back towards Lincoln. She still had a smile on her face, and rather suddenly she lifted him up by the hand and into a deep kiss. After a moment of that she forced herself back, not allowing herself to indulge for too long. All the same she gave him a sultry look, "That was my repayment for keeping that inside so long, and your teasing. But now, sir, we can move on. The ship is docked within a private shipyard quite close by, and my freelancer friends should be in it. I will allow you to determine whether the ship is worthy of your presence, the same going for the women within. Right this way, sir."

With that, Alcra would lead Lincoln towards a small starport that seemed to be built for just this local area. It wasn't big enough for massive cargo freighters or military frigates, but it was still large enough to handle bigger ships like luxury personal vessels, which of course they were here for today. It was a fairly quiet place, and Alcra simply showed the guard at the front door a little slip to signify she was allowed within. She had used this place herself before, so she was recognized. Lincoln wasn't, but the guard wasn't about to argue with the powerful Watrike woman. She led him off to the side, towards a location marked "Docking Bay 4", which was notably far away from the others. Upon opening the door using a code Alcra had obtained before, she was able to give them both access to the docking bay. Within, Lincoln would be able to finally bear witness to the ship Alcra had decided would be his, a lovely silver craft.

Soon after stepping into the docking bay and looking around, Alcra gave a nod of satisfaction. She quickly closed the door behind her and spoke to Lincoln, "As expected, the freelancers still value their privacy so very much. This will suit us quite well, my lord. Nobody will come to interrupt their... enlightenment. I'll ensure they forgo all their desire for money, they'll have much better things to focus on." While walking towards the vessel, she started to explain it, "The ship is a creation of the Proscore Avionics Corporation, their civilian branch. It's a PAC-48 Proprietor, a luxury craft built to service CEOs and other people of big note and bigger money. It'll have many things we shall need. Capacity for long range transport, excellent navigation systems, extensive communications, capable weapons systems, and plenty of storage space. But besides that, it is built for comfort. You and all your servants will be quite comfortable within, I believe. And should any part of the ship displease you, this can be remedied as well. It is a very easily customized ship, built to be flexible enough to suit whatever strange and specific desire its clients may want. It will take minimal effort to suit its interior to your pleasure. I'll make sure to make other additions, such as sound proofing certain rooms. I see no reason after all that any unpleasant noises should disturb you while working, or even while reminding your servants of their deepest purpose; to please you as best their meager bodies and minds can..." She then arrived at a ramp up to the door of the vessel, and calmed herself down, "Now then, time to meet the prospects and determine their worth... Clere, you lazy bastard, get out here!" With that she knocked loudly on the door, her strength being noticeable with how loud it was. One might fear she would even dent the door.

Fortunately for the door's structural integrity, it was opened soon enough. The figure that emerged was a feline, of the M'hassari species. They would be ones that Lincoln would have seen very little of, they were not a common species in the Nebula. Their homeworld lay far north in the lands of their own old Empire, nowadays broken up into many smaller powers fighting among themselves. Avalantus however was always the hotbed of immigration and opportunity, and so it was one of the few Iammelonian worlds to have a decently sized population of M'hassari immigrants. Clere was quite well built, and the weapons strapped to her waist made it clear that she was an experienced fighter. When she spoke, Lincoln would not detect any foreign accent, she was Avalantine to the core, the only thing in her voice was some irritation and a clear tiredness, "Whaaaaat! ...Oh, damn it Alcra, you never let me nap. You should damn well know I nap at this time. Alright, what the heck is it? Another job you want me and Relian joining up on? If it pays good and doesn't piss off anybody important, sure. Always willing to do some profitable good, I don't have a job right now after all. Just let me damn sleep before we talk business next time... Oh? Now who's that with you? He ain't the normal lass you bring around." Clere had noticed Lincoln, and was giving him a suspicious look.

Lincoln let Alcra and Talmina head over to the bus stop shelter while he helped Lana with getting her bags out of the speeder’s trunk. She traveled fairly light so it didn't bother him to carry a bag despite how much he can tell Lana wanted to carry them all for her dear brother. But would never dare to argue with him so she lets him be courteous.

Stepping onto the sidewalk they waved at the kind officer who drove them here. They stayed a respectable distance away to give the Watrikes a sense of privacy in what is an intimate moment. The sight was something they both understood well. It made him double guess himself whether they could keep Talmina along. Alas no matter how he looked at it, Talmina needed to find her own road.

Seeing Alcra struggling makes him uneasy. He didn’t like seeing her look so troubled. As long he stays on top of it he’ll ensure that no worries will plague her mind for long. Other than that he gave a small smile seeing them hug.

Watching Alcra finish saying one's peace.he felt compelled to step forward to bid his own goodbyes. Offering her a hug if she wants one otherwise he kept his arms to the side. “We may only have just met. And didn’t have the best of first impressions. Given I’ll be traveling with Alcra, I wish for us to stay in touch as well. I have an inkling that we are both going to walk on our own paths to greatness. And while they may not go the same way. I feel we can be friends. Especially in such a wide galaxy as Hoshizora. It can be a bit rough finding your feet at first, but I feel you can do it and know you’re surrounded by people you can go talk to for help.”

He gazed down the road. Peering at the everdistant horizon. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to say to a Watrike. And from what I learned, something they should discover. And that’s the nature of Tyfrondor and all of Dragonkind. They...are special. Just not in the way you might think. Now, I don’t know much. Long story short one of the things I did to pass the time was chat with an odd, elderly woman named Asherah. A blind Mystic in a small shack. Typically palm readers and fortune tellers and the sort are scams. But I could feel that she was different. Her eyes may be blind to the world but they are still seeing greater things.”

He paused, then looked back over to Talmina. “She’s fond of speaking in poems and riddles. Never giving anything too concise. But there are some things I recall that made me connect them to Dragons for some reason. Black wings extending over a beach of eggshells and a sea of yolk. Six tears befell on six mountains. Cryptic things like that. There is something else also that made me think. Whenever I’ve gone to Heord. Something was strange. The dragons felt slightly different from all of us. More unique. There’s a story there. The dragons are the main characters and we are but an audience. It’s a story that I have no place to look deeper. But you, I feel you can do great things like Alcra said. Uncover the mysteries of Dragonkind to truly appreciate the importance of Tyfrondor. Which leads me to my last advice for you. You have a great gift within you. But don’t be blinded by the riches it can yield. The truth won’t be found within the flesh, but from the great sky and stars above us all. And may they light your path well. That said, you can give me a call as well if you have things you don't feel comfortable telling Alcra.”

Flashing a smile he waved Talmina off as well. It took him some time to see that Alcra oversight was a bit important to make sure she uses her power well. Now that Alcra is occupied with other matters that sense of restraint is not there anymore. So he made the effort to give her a sense of direction. The reason he’s indulging in flesh is because he doesn’t need anything else. Well, in terms of ambition. Talmina doesn’t have what he possesses. Her understanding of the great infinities is limited to everyone mundane.

Seeing the two walk out of sight he gave a sigh. Excitement then well up in his chest. Feeling a bit giddy he turned back with a smile and walked under the shelter beside Alcra. Accepting her firm hands caressing his lower back to lift his hip up slightly so he could meet her lips. Tangling her long, narrow tongue with his own. He reached a hand to settle on the back of her head. Enjoying how her ridges felt beneath his palm as he pulled her into a more passionate kiss.

It spurred the fire within him greatly. So naturally when she stopped kissing he felt disappointed. His eyes reflect dark, hot emotions as he watches her try to brush it by. But he wasn’t going to let her get away from it. A film of grey energy surrounds his palms momentarily. He could hear the gravitons hum in wait for his command. He gripped her waist to pick her up suddenly with ease and pushed her against the side wall of the glass shelter. Not too roughly but enough to get the message across.

“Look at you. Choosing when to stop indulging in me and act as if you did nothing wrong. How very improper. Now of course you’re free to initiate time with me, that is fine. Encouraged even. But here’s the problem you make.” He wasn’t mad in the slightest but he was going to tease Alcra greatly in this show of dominance. Pulling her hand to slip inside his pants and press it against something hot and throbbing. “You feel that? Engrave the memory of the texture and heat into your mind. This is how hard you just made me and you were going to just walk away? Tsk tsk tsk. It seems you have yet to understand how much you turn me on. How damn attractive you are.” He paused. Keeping an intense gaze with her eyes as he grind his hips against her open palm. “I’m kind. So I’ll forgive you somewhat. But do know this. Before you sleep and head to that special place to start your other purpose. I’m going to pin you to the bed and make you squeal in passion to make you really learn this lesson. Till then I’ll leave you a taste.”

Her hand became slick with a hot substance. Lincoln gave a satisfied sigh as he pulled her hand out and held it up to make her see the essence of his love. “You’re just like Lans. You love the smell of me so much you can’t get enough of it.” As she did with Lana, he increased the sensitivity of her smell and he didn’t stop there to really make sure her thoughts were stained white. “Now lick it up. I’m sure it will be the most delicious thing you ever tasted..” Sure enough when she goes to clean her hand it would not feel bitter like normal but instead it’s somehow one of the most wonderful things that graced her taste buds.

Giving her thigh a light slap he stepped back with his usual smile. Lana stood beside him wide eyed. It made her hot to see her brother dominate Alcra to remind her of her place. Finally he let Alcra compose herself and let her guide them to the hanger. He sent Tulam a mental thought to ask how he did there. As it’s one of his first times disciplining someone.

Later while they were conversing with the guard he also let him know that their other friends will be coming by later in the evening. Past that paint they walked into the room that has large windows to look out into the hangar bay. His eyes went wide when he saw it. He didn’t need to hear the lovely specifications to know he was in love with it. Before he went to walk and talk about that he grabbed her arm to make her stop for a moment. “Before you continue. I just wanted to say I’m already impressed by the ship and with you. So here’s a small reward.” Her body would be hit with a small orgasm. He then spanked her butt to get her going.

Standing at the top of the ramp he was certainly smitten with who stepped from the shadows. A fact he made known to Alcra through their mental link, as well bringing Lana into the loop. ”You truly know my preference well Alcra. As always you make me proud. In fact, I’ll let you make up for your slip back there by showing how much you’re devoted to me by carrying out your purpose as my sword. See Alcra and this goes for you to Lana so pay attention. You’re a part of my will. We are all in one. You can use my gift to open people's eyes any time. To take care of threats when you find it while I’m not there to do it myself. So watch closely. Feel how my presence makes her soul shudder as it becomes saturated beneath the weight of my being. While her eyes are wide, show them who they serve. And you Lana will be a helper in this. So follow what she wants”

Clere would feel a shudder when she set her eyes on the being before her. He’s hardly bigger than her yet felt a sense of vertigo. The sort of feeling one gets when they look up into the sky and become overwhelmed by the staggering immensity of the heavens. His vibrant blue eyes would draw her gaze in. And she would glimpse the reflection within. The shimmering light of everything that ever was and could have been. He took a step yet it felt like a mountain moved towards her. The sheer sense of the sublime flooded her body. Along with an undercurrent of his essence that soaked her pores. Her narrow mind that only ever focused on petty thoughts wouldn't be able to withstand the majesty of his being. What value is wealth when everything is within his reach. So far and above it all.

The rippling tide of his being billowed outward. Sweeping up Relian somewhere in the ship who would get the powerful sense that someone divine appeared on their doorsteps. Something that would fill her with exuberance as everything seems to now become dull in comparison to it. Drawing her out where she may discover her true life purpose.

He smiled, “My name is Lincoln Zvonimir. And this is my sister Lana. Alcra told me about the two of you. And I’m excited to learn more.”

Alcra of course quite happily took her disciplining, as even she would need to be reminded when she overstepped. After all, she wasn't perfect. The only one who could be perfect in her eyes was the one teaching her. But while he did give her pleasure, the thing that really pleased her most of all was his approval. She was just happy to know she had done well. She smirked as she got her instructions, giving a wordless nod. Lincoln could feel that she was going to show her ability for this by action and example, rather than explanation.

Meanwhile, Tulam popped up in Lincoln's mind, smirking, "Look at you, already working on expanding the power base and building a little slave army. Learning well! Now, as for your disciplining, good! Slaves need reminders of when they step out of line. Even if they do it with intentions that aren't negative, what matters above all is that they consider your desires above theirs. And more specifically, your orders then and now. But it is important to remember the two ways to discipline. Positive and negative reinforcement! A slave who acts against your orders and desires must be punished, selfishness is unacceptable in slaves. This is where negative reinforcement is used. Take away, punish, restrain. You seem to have entrusted the lizard this part so I'll just go on to the next. Positive reinforcement is the right choice when the slave fails to meet your desires but not out of incompetence or disloyalty, but rather... misinterpretation. Such as there, that was a good example. Give them promises, offers of reward and happiness, if they next time can restrain themselves and follow your orders to the letter. After all, if they are already trying their best to please you, punishment is a poor way to handle it. If they simply misunderstand, that can be fixed. This lizard slave is such an example. You'll find others however who do need the punishment, for letting their selfishness take charge." He paused for a moment, before speaking again, "Oh right, I should tell you. I've got the limits set up on all your sisters now. Their powers are nice and limited now, they'll be unnoticeable on the greater level. Of course you must remind them of this limit, lest they get themselves killed by overestimating their powers. Make it an addition to their training, learning to accept being... lesser. They do after all need to embrace their new states as servants, and slaves should always accept being below their masters. Simple, isn't it? Now naturally all beings are lesser than Psions, including in power, so this is easy for me, but it's a good thing for you to... remind them of. That new one for instance. Anyways, seems your show is about to start. Have fun, vessel." With that, he phased out.

Back in the real world, Clere had clearly been effected by Lincoln's outreach. She stepped back a bit, her tiredness fading instantly as her eyes opened wide in surprise and confusion. It seemed she was fairly strong willed and not instantly overtaken, although her will was certainly not on par with Alcra's, leaving her in a confused and pliable state. For once in this M'hassari's life, she seemed uncertain to what to do, her voice filled with the same confusion, "Uhm... H-Hi. I'm Clere, I... don't know..." 

Taking advantage, Alcra of course happily stepped forward, stroking Clere's confused face while speaking in a sultry tone, "Believe me, Clere, this will be the job of your lifetime. It's not just a mission, it'll be a more permanent arrangement. As for the pay, you can trust me in that it'll be something priceless. Now come along, we'll need Relian too for what comes next." With that, she took the feline by the hand to lead her further inside the ship, her tail gesturing for Lincoln and Lana to come along as well.

Alcra led the overwhelmed M'hassari into what appeared to be a small living room. When they got there, somebody else had stumbled out here as well. It was a Viscan, a Canid species that was also foreign to the Iammelonian Nebula, although Iammelon had recently gotten a notable population of them with the annexation of the world of Soredia, as well as increasing immigration from Visca proper to worlds like Avalantus. This one seemed as confused and overwhelmed as Clere, her mind also struggling to process Lincoln's effect upon it. Alcra acknowledged her as well, waving to her, "Ah, Relian, come here. Stand next to Clere. You'll be needed for this as well." The Watrike then came over to the large couch in the room, gesturing for Lincoln to go and sit down, "Please take a seat, my lord. I wish for you to be comfortable as I work."

In their confused states, Clere and Relian also stepped forward towards the couch to sit, but were blocked by Alcra. She placed her hands on their shoulders, pushing them downwards, "Oh no, not you two. The seat is for your new boss, the final and everlasting one for the new mission of your lives. Slaves like you kneel on the floor until given permission. Now get on your knees and stay perfectly still until you are ordered otherwise." The two women were soon kneeling on the floor, looking up at Alcra still confused but now also seeming to slightly gain some clarity. Their minds were piecing together that they were receiving orders for their mission, and their well tuned mercenary minds were of course quite well built for hearing their mission and carrying it out, and these two were not the sloppy type. They would listen deeply to their new instructions. 

Alcra pointed to Lana, and then to Relian, "Lana, Relian here was tardy and rude enough not to greet her lord at the door like a good servant. Clearly she is too tired and unprepared for a selfish nap. Work her up so she'll shake off that tiredness nice and quickly, and so she'll be ready to carry out her orders. Get to it." She then turned to the Viscan to speak, "As for you, no touching yourself. Your tardiness means you will only receive attention when you make Lana willing enough to give it. But there is one thing you should warm up... Your tongue. I will grant you the ability to use that, use it upon Lana to show me you are prepared for your true task. Only once she is broken may you finally be allowed the joy of being broken yourself."

With the orders given, she then bent down next to Clere. She gripped the feline's face, forcing her eyes upon Lincoln. The other hand drifted down towards her chest, removing the faint articles of clothing there as she began to speak into Clere's ears, "As for you, it is good that you answered the door so quickly. As if realizing destiny was on the other side, so thoughtful. You truly were built for this very day to come, you just need to embrace that. Bear witness to him now, take it all in. This is purpose." Giving her a few seconds to take that in, with the addition of Alcra's working up, that got a small moan from the Feline, which made Alcra smirk and continue, "Fortunately for you, your lord has already shown interest in you. Truly lucky, but you shouldn't waste that. It's time for you to prove yourself, directly. Stay on your knees, and crawl. Beg for your chance to show that you will obey and please, and learn that service is its own reward. Go." 

With a slap on the rear, Clere was sent forward. But with Alcra's words boring into her mind, she started going forward. Alcra wasn't entirely done, and started using her new snippets of power to start working upon Clere's mind. Making her desire for the being in front of her grow and grow with every inch she movement closer. She had never been religious prior to this, but with Alcra's modifications what was once before a content lack of care for the divine became a hole in her soul. An emptiness that needed filling, and now before her was the solution. Her confused mind was happily taking Alcra's little suggestions for rationalization, making them into fact. By the time she had crawled over to Lincoln, Clere was quite changed. The strong mercenary who cared only for gold now muzzled her face upon Lincoln's legs, looking up at him as if he was the brightest star in the sky. She was incapable of speech, just whimpers begging for her chance.

He mentally nodded to Tulam’s lecture on discipline. Even with context it was fairly solid life advice in general. ”That makes sense. You can’t take charge with a loose hand.” He mentally commented in agreement before he faded away. Couldn’t say more as his thoughts were preoccupied on the sight before him.

Seeing Clere dazed expression as she stepped back sinfully excited him. Her taut body wobbles from side to side as her mind tries to comprehend both his influence and presence of his cosmic soul. The sway gave him a show of her lovely form. From her feline curves to the healthy coat of fur that he wanted to run his hands across. The sheer taboo made it more exciting. Clere woke up only to have her entire life change drastically. And by the hand of someone she had worked with.

Lincoln continued to watch the show. Alcra cupping Clere’s cheek to stoke it while she stood there in a daze was nothing short of arousing. The feline is completely exposed and vulnerable to their whiles. Clere was reduced to a kitten as Alcra led her into the ship. Stepping inside the door with Lana he looked over to his sister. Giving her a kiss on the lips to express his love. Their loving eyes spoke for them as their hands traveled each other's bodies. Sensually pulling their clothing off while doing everything to keep their lips locked.

He pulled back to let Lana take his stuff and go to place them down somewhere along with the rest of their stuff. He was sure the poor Psicrusher didn’t want to be a prop for a sexual activity the second time. When she returned her brother gave her a deep kiss again to reward her. The siblings grind and mold their naked forms against each other. He then pulled back knowing they can’t dally for long. “Go on and assist Alcra now Lans.” He smiled and in a heartbeat Lana was passionately following his words.

Walking along he relished in the sight of watching his sister naked form from behind, it made him wonder if he should have his crew walk naked. But then realized the thing known as real life in which being naked aboard a starship wasn’t the best of ideas. The second best thing would be skin tight suits. He wondered if the ship had a couple of those. If not then it’s not hard to get some.

The nude siblings enter the living room. Their bare flesh, especially his own, would lit a fire within the two soon to be former freelancers. The fanning lust would help Alcra in getting rid of their silly thoughts. The heat intensified tenfold when he sat down with his legs spread out. Touching that deep, primitive instinct of being mated by a male.

The sight of Relian caught his attention. Finding her to be very attractive in his eyes. His manhood twitching in kind. Relian would take notice of Lincoln’s gaze and would feel a rush of hot emotions knowing that he found her body desirable. His sister took note of her brother’s desire. A fact that made her all the more eager to carry out Alcra’s order in warming Relian up. To make her nice and ready for her sweet big brother. And ensure she would please him according to his expectations.

Sauntering forth with a sway. She slightly bent down as well to cup Relian’s face. Holding her gaze to her own. The Viscan would be able to see the same divine gleam in her blue eyes. Her blonde hair shone as if it was a golden halo. And when she spoke she felt her soul shake from Lana’s preaching words. For she speaks the Truth. The Truth will force her confused mind to rationalize it at nothing but the truest of facts. “So I say, walk by the Spirit of our Lord, and you will not gratify the desires of the Self. For the Self craves what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the Self. They are opposed to each other, so that you do not do what you want. But if you are led by the Spirit, you are not under the law.”

Lana kept her gaze locked with Relian as she motioned her hands to pull off the Viscan’s meager clothing. She then went to grip the metal ring of her choker. Giving it a light tug. “You may have dishonored your Lord with your tardiness. But you honor him in wearing this collar. You were born knowing you were meant to serve as a pet to the divine. To crawl on your hands and knees as a proper servant.” Relian shudder with a moan as mental images of serving Lincoln flooded her mind. She could almost feel his touch.

She continued to speak, her words rang with fervour. Like with Clere the Viscan would feel the same hole in her soul. The holy words fills it as if it were the sweetest of wines. “The acts of the Self are obvious: Selfishness, impurity, and free will; idolatry and greed; hatred, discord, jealousy, and rage; rivalries, divisions, factions, and envy; drunkenness, pride, and the like. I warn you, that those who practice such things will not inherit the kingdom of Lincoln. But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and servitude. Against such things there is no law. We find the utmost of happiness in worshipping him. Those who belong to Lincoln Zvonimir have crucified the Self with its passions and desires. Leaving their humble bodies as a vessel to his Spirit. Since we live by the Spirit, let us walk in step with the Spirit. Let us not become conceited, provoking and envying one another. For we all belong to him and only him.”

Lana then stood up. Looking down at the sweet Viscan kneeling there before her. Her mind soaking in those words. Lana held her hands behind her back. “I was born in his divine flesh and blood. My body is one of the many temples to our Lord. Before you can kneel before the steps of the true temple that houses the holy spirit. You must show your worship as our Lord’s rod has decreed. Use your tongue in reverence to clean the temple that is my body. Be blessed knowing that our kind Lord saw you worthy of being within his domain.” She then went silent. Awiting in interest how Relian will prove the dedication in her worship.

While Lana recites the distorted version of the gospel to the Viscan. Lincoln looks down at Clere with sweetness and love. Finding her rather adorable nuzzling against his leg. He reached a hand down to cup her face. Using his fingers to massage the back of her ear. Then he moved his hand to the back of her head to push her forward till her face was eclipsed by something. Tinkering with her senses he made her smell more sensitive. And making his musky aroma be the greatest thing that ever filled her lungs. He gave a smile, stroking her cheek. “You’re strong and beautiful, Clere. Qualities that I’m searching for to be a part of my family. And you will fit lovely among us.”

He then leaned back. Setting his arms atop the couch. His gaze seemingly beckoning Clere to come closer. “Of course I’ll give you a chance, Clere. How could I ever deny such a loving request from someone like you.” He spoke huskily, keeping it with the general theme of the induction.

The words were of course very strange to the thinking mind of Relian, they would've brought up many questions about things that didn't make much sense to a thinking mind. No idea what this kingdom of Lincoln was for instance, and all the talk about spirits and whatever domain she was talking about. But of course, Relian's thinking mind was currently not anywhere close, thought was muffled. Her mind instead accepted the words being given to it through the fog that clouded it, no questions were to be asked. And after a few seconds of swallowing the words, it seemed to finally realize it was being told to act. She thus leaned in closer towards Lana's under reaches, her tongue reaching out to test a bit first before finally she dived in, determined to show her enthusiasm and worthiness for this strange Kingdom she had to earn her place in. She was an amateur, but none could say she was lacking in determination. 

Alcra, being content to let Clere be handled by Lincoln, turned to the display with Relian and Lana. She watched for a while until the Viscan could get Lana worked up, and then she decided to act. Stepping behind Lana, the Watrike placed both hands on her shoulders and spoke into her ear, "Enjoy the sensations, feel your sensitivity flair up. Such is the joy of accepting one's dedication." She of course made her words true, increasing the sensitivity of Lana as Relian kept up her work. But the Watrike wasn't finished, waiting only a few seconds more before continuing, "But you will have to learn to practice what you preach, Lana. You speak quite highly of yourself, a temple hm? Lovely words, but too high. You are not an icon to be worshipped, you are a servant. A mere conduit of a greater will, a simple test. Clearly, you must be tested too. Time for you to prove yourself as well, understanding your true role. You are not merely to receive pleasure... But a tool to give pleasure. Being just a receiver is unfitting for you, I believe. And now that we have begun, let's make sure you don't fall behind our new addition here." 

With that, she used her hands to press down on Lana's shoulders, to push her to her knees, although slowly. As she did that, Relian's tongue of course changed its position, working at different parts of the body as it was pushed down. Up from the waist, to the chest, to her breasts, and to her neck, and then a pause as Alcra held Lana there. The Viscan kept up her work, but Alcra spoke again, "Empty yourself of all pretensions, Lana. You are perhaps his flesh and blood, a sister to our shared lord... But that doesn't make you any less of a servant than the tongue working upon you right now. You will be expected to perform the same duties, and show the same devotion. Perhaps your more unique skills will be used to their full potential, but you will perform these orders without any care for that. Only that you are happy to obey. Now, join your new sister. Both of you will be free to move your bodies, I do hope you'll explore them with vigor." With that, she suddenly pushed Lana right down on Relian, and then stepped back to observe and grade. The Viscan for her part, now about to move freely but still burning inside, quickly embraced Lana as she fell to launch an assault upon her mouth with her own.

Meanwhile, Clere purred as Lincoln massaged her ear. That was a sound she had not uttered for a fair while, Lincoln could tell, but it was genuine here. That of course was paused as she realized what she had been pushed into, but after a pause she only purred louder. She firmly grabbed his legs and practically herself to him, enjoying the scent for a while before she let herself go and descended, mouth taking as much as it could. She was clearly more experienced than Relian, having a degree of technique, and then even seemed to sit herself up a bit so she could her breasts to assist. Her eyes meanwhile consistently looking up at Lincoln to make sure he had approval.

Lincoln let out a deep, content sigh as he let himself simply sit there. Watching the M'hassari pleasure him. It was clear to him that she has more experience with this. And boy did it feel good. Her skill with her tongue and the way her purring reverberates the throat made the experience feel new and exotic. He set his hand back on her bobbing head. Petting her lovingly to express his approval. After a few moments of enjoying Clere his mind wondered back to when he first had sex with Alcra. Her face of pure ecstasy was the first to appear in his memories. He greatly enjoyed that expression, to see someone so screwed senseless and knowing that he’s the only one to ever see her give that kind of expression.

The desire to make Clere drown in ecstasy burned in his chest. He wanted to see how she looked with that face. Sitting up straight he placed his other hand on her head as well. Giving her tender signs of affection for a bit from cheek and neck rubs, ear scratching, and heavy petting. He then stops her head in place so that he can have the breath to talk. “You’re doing wonderful Clere. Not even Lana or Alcra is as skilled as you are. So I’m going to give you a reward. Rest your hands, love. You’re going to be writhing in rapture in a second.”

In a fluid, hard motion he thrust deep down her throat. Triggering a strong orgasm to erupt from her body. Her juices continue to spray out of her as he repeats the tempo in a rapid manner. Any pain she would have felt is instead replaced with pleasure. Climaxing every time he hilts deep in her throat. Clere eyes would roll to the back of her head as Lincoln proceeds to wring every last droplet of her former self from her body like a wet rag. In a loud exclamation of bliss he gave one last thrust. Warmth floods down Clere’s throat. Looking down panting he was impressed that Clere was managing to swallow it all.

Still gripping onto her head she pulled her out. Her face was surely a blissful, wet mess. In what is a possible trick of the light he could swear he could see pink hearts in her eyes. Her body is still twitching from orgasmic aftershocks. Inner thighs were drenched and a large puddle on the floor. Planting a kiss on her nose he spoke to her in a sultry tone. “You even manage to clean it. Alcra is right, you were built for this.” Moving his hands under her soaked armpits he pulled her up to drag her onto his lap. Then letting her plop onto his chest in a heap of hot and wet fur.

He let out pleasant moans as he got comfortable. Wrapping his arms around her as he leaned his head against her own that was resting on his shoulder. She felt so nice and warm. Rubbing her back lovingly he whispered in her ear. “Take a break for now. You deserve it. Don’t worry about falling asleep either. I can still enjoy your body even when you’re in slumber.” He gave her a tighter hug. Burying his face into her hot neck to relish in her smell and soft flesh. Leaving behind a trail of love bites along her collar bone.

His hands migrate down to play with her tight, small rear. Enjoying the sensation of kneading her butt cheeks with his fingers. Resting his head back on the couch he gave another deep sigh. In that moment he could sense that another trophy had fully materialized in his house. A telltale sign that Clere was now truly broken in. Grinning he cuddled with Clere on the couch. As he does so he finally looks up to see how things were going on Alcra’s end.

The sight of Alcra still wearing her armor made him give a mock sound of disappointment. “My gorgeous Trike. You haven’t undressed yet? And here I was expecting to see you nude as the day as you were born while instructing others. Rectify that when you can. Although that does make me continue a line of thought I had earlier about getting form fitting crew outfits. Skin tight suits are the most preferable so I wouldn’t mind seeing you do your work in one. Because then I can see your thick and motherly curves. In a way they also help highlighting the body curves even more.” It would be hot if Alcra wore a black one. Gives off the dominatrix vibes to the rest of the harem but to him she was a sexy love doll that he could have fun playing with for hours.

Casually petting Clere’s slender back he shift his gaze to the sweet lesbian goodness on the floor. This time he gave a less joking comment. “While I disagree with Alcra a bit, I must say Lana and Lisa are getting a bit ahead of themselves. Partly that I want to get everyone together and get a stable life before we take a step in that direction. Another part is that it sounds so...bland. Generic. It felt as if Lisa took inspiration from a random monothestic holy book and just reword it to centered on me. The issue is that a monothetic god is more akin to abstract forces with no real personality. If there is ever a holy book in my name, I would want it to sound like it’s talking about me. So my point is, leave religious stuff to a possible sister that actually knows a thing or two about theology. A Ialao druid would be fitting. That said, do note that you did nothing wrong, Lans but I feel it will do you good if you were to join Lisa and Luan in the Time Out Room tonight. If Alcra feels you’ve been a good girl she may let you out halfway and have you assist her in re-correcting Lisa and Luan. Till then, drain your pretty head of thoughts and fully succumb to your most basic instincts.”

Lana body shudder. Pink hearts fill her eyes. Her tongue spilled out of her mouth as she pants like a female dog in heat. The two women began to roll in a tangle of limbs in a hot haze of emotions. Their bodies molding with each other. The floor quickly became soaked with sweat and other bodily fluids. It appears the ship will get dirty quite often. Lincoln wonders if he should invest in some roombas.

Clere seemed quite content to accept the cuddling, happily nuzzling herself against Lincoln. She was rather pleased over that her experience seemed to have gotten his approval, making the many flings she had through her life now worth it in this moment, just because it had made her new, everlasting boss happy. With how tired she was already going into this, in addition to the exhaustion she had in the aftermath of this, she happily accepted the offer to sleep. Nuzzled against him, she drifted off into sleep. Meanwhile, in Lincoln's mind, the trophy she would get represented by was Clere's prized rifle. He could gleam from the item that she was quite proud of her sharpshooting abilities and her accuracy. Of course, Lincoln could've also gotten a look at that precision in her work in how she worked on him. For all Clere's dismissive attitude back before Lincoln had taken her mind, she was somebody who made sure they did their work right.

Alcra meanwhile seemed to be a little jealous after Lincoln his comment about Clere having more skill than her in that regard, but she seemed to defeat it quickly enough. She simply gained extra determination to learn and overtake Clere there, and that was something she considered a certainty. More important to her right now she turned to Lincoln as he spoke and gave a bow, "My apologies, sir. I didn't believe I had permission to do so, but I will correct this error." Her armor was rather intricate, being a custom form of Watrike Warrior armor. It was some complex stuff and took a bit to start removing all the pieces, but Alcra decided to make a little show out of it in case Lincoln was watching. All the while she spoke, "If skin-tight suits please you, then that shall be what we wear. The only thing I have similar to it is the underarmor I have on right now, but that isn't quite what you want. I believe we will need to make some custom sets. If I may suggest, Lana's skillsets are well suited for that. I would suggest putting her to work in that way once all are gathered aboard this ship. Perhaps send an order to Lisa and Luan to collect materials on their way here." As she finished speaking, she had finished discarding most of her armor, now finally removing the bits of her under armor to finally join the rest of the room in being bare.

With that done she carefully stepped away to avoid getting her foot covered in the very unhygienic display, and then spoke to Lincoln, "I believe we will have to invest in some deep cleaning mechanisms. Perhaps an automated janitorial unit? Without one, I feel the ship's cleanliness will be compromised too greatly." She continued to watch Relian and Lana go at it, and then spoke again, "I believe it would be prudent if I were to prepare the ship's systems, ensure its ownership is transferred to you so the automated systems follow your commands. I shall work on this, and I think I will take Lana along to assist me. Both for the work and to... resolve some of my own stress. She does still need to make up for her lack of creativity, and she needs to prepare a section of this ship to do her work. This will of course let you enjoy Relian for yourself. She seems to be properly worked up now, I believe she will perform satisfactory to your desires now." Based on what Alcra was seeing, Relian was definitely quite into it now, even doing her best to take the lead over Lana as they sprawled around. Lincoln could detect that it was Relian who tended to take the leadership role out of the two freelancers in the ship, which was likely what spurred that desire to go on top. She wasn't some strong and authoritative leader like Alcra, just the one of the two that had a little more initiative and creativity. Alcra had seen to squashing that however by taking away her autonomy at the start, and Lincoln could be sure none of it would remain when he finally got to her.

It was rather adorable to nuzzle with Clere. But as the haze of lust faded he began to fully realize just how damp and sticky they both were. A dilemma that worsened when he’s now stuck beneath a sleeping tigress. Sure one could move her. But like many animal owners, one does not simply move someone off of them when they’re sleeping. Despite that he couldn’t leave Clere this dirty. Everyone knows never to sleep with wet hair so with someone who has a coat he assumes that it’s just as important for them to not stay wet for long.

Laying there he thought of creating warm towel rolls. The chemical composition for absorbent fabric dances across his vision. His mind generating the blueprint before waving to his side. Threads of colorful energy intertwine and lace the air. Spreading out into a clump before the glow recedes away to reveal a stack of three rolls of comfy white towels.

He grabbed the one on the top. It felt nice and warm in his hands as if they just got out of the dryer. Leaning forward a bit while making sure Clere won’t fall off he went to dry her off in a slow manner to not rouse her from her slumber too much. It was a blessing that he had the ability to manipulate gravity to a degree. For he was able to turn and lay Clere much more lightly on the couch. Putting the second towel beneath her head for a substitute pillow. Shifting her limp legs off him he started wiping them off as well. Once they were dried off he tossed the dirty towel away. Grabbing the last one to unroll it and set it over Clere for a warm blanket. Tucking her in, he then gave a kiss on her head.

Standing up he turned to face the group. It was very hot to see Alcra strip off her armor. Drinking in her form he stepped forward as she spoke to him. Getting right up and close to Alcra. His gaze was hungry and despite the fact he was close enough to roam his hands across her body. The sexual tension was a bit fun so he simply nodded instead. “I’ll certainly give the two a notice, oh right and have them buy a janitorial unit too.” He gave a hot breath on her bare breast. Stirring up her arousal even more. Smirking in giddiness to sense Alcra’s desire to relive her flame.

Her desire to bring along his sister prompted him to raise a brow but didn’t reject it. “Alright, Lana can go with you. I do want the two of you to get along after all. So this would be a good bonding moment. And as you said, there’s quite a bit of stuff to do.” In a click of his tongue his sister ceased what she was doing and stood up. Hearing the sense of the intention behind his sound. Her hair was a wild mess. And her face was a daze expression of passion.

She turns to her brother in time to see him loop around her waist. A throaty moan left her throat when he pressed her against him. Her thighs rubbing something very hot. They exchange a series of kisses before he raises his hand to cup her warm cheek. “Isn’t that right Lans? You’ll assist Alcra right?” He could see that Lana was running on pure passion at this point which is what has probably spur her to take on Lisa’s words. A lot of things happened today. And he knows she is a lot more creative than that.

Lana was breathless but managed to get out a word of agreement. He smiled before kissing her deeply. Then he stepped away to face the two naked women. “Alright ladies, I’ll get to know Relian here. You two head on out.” She doesn’t even think to follow his words. Her body simply does. Following Alcra like a happy puppy. Leaving Lincoln with the sprawled Viscan on the floor next to him.

Looking down he could see Relian now exposed on the floor. Taking a breather from the wild mating ritual. Completely vulnerable to his deepest wiles. It’s a sight that rile him up once more. Relian was also a beautiful woman he muses. Which makes this all the more exciting. As Lana goes to leave with Alcra. Lincoln knelt down while moving Relian’s legs around his hips. “You are very gorgeous, Relian. I love the color of your eyes. Especially more when I make them reflect nothing but ecstasy.”

Gripping her hips he proceeds to rail her. Like with Clere any pain would be replaced with pleasure to ensure that she drowns in pleasure. Watching her gaze go unfocused as her body bounce along the floor and her creamy breasts jiggling from the tempo spur him on further. Eventually he would get tired with this position. Leaning down he reposition her hands on her shoulders from behind her arms. His pace slowed down to give hard, long thrusts while passionately making out with Relian.

This would go on for an hour. Mostly because Clere is asleep and the others were elsewhere. So he kept busy with Relian. It was times like this that he was glad to not be an actual human. Otherwise he wouldn’t have lasted this long. They were on the couch now. Relian sat on his lap facing him while his shaft was deep inside her. Things were much more relaxed as they were mostly making out while she made languid rolls with her hip.

Around this time he would sense his other sisters arriving into the hanger from a different door given they were bringing their vehicles in as well. Pondering on it he settled for not moving from his rather comfy spot. So he’ll leave them to get all the stuff into the cargo area of the ship. They were very capable of doing that. In the meanwhile he’ll continue getting to know Relian. His hands move around her form. Kneading and groping here and there to create more cute sounds out of her.

By now she was his from how she was gazing at him. Not to mention he could sense a third object manifesting in that room alongside Clere’s rifle. His lips graze her warm neck where he would breathe in her sweet scent before letting out one of his many breaths of bliss. Now they were more relaxed. Both have the breath in order to speak intelligently. “Mmm, you know Relian. You and Cere should treat Alcra sometime later. If it weren’t for her. We wouldn’t have found each other. She’s an amazing woman. And so are you.” He kissed the Viscan passionately once more. Then he let out a moan as her walls once again milked him.

Very fortunate he wasn’t human along with the fact he can share stamina with his partners. There was an inkling that the ship will never be clean from decadence for a long time.

Alcra did certainly get a little worked up with that teasing, just giving Lana more work, but she nodded, "Enjoy your new follower, sir. She isn't as experienced as Clere, I believe, but I believe you'll find her to be more tender and loving. I was never quite sure why she became a mercenary, didn't seem like the type, but she's capable. I'll leave you to find the details yourself. Come along Lana, your tongue isn't done quite yet..." With that, the Watrike went off.

In the hour of getting to know Relian well, she had some impressive stamina but of course was still not on Lincoln level, or even Alcra's for that matter. Relian, being quite out of her mind, was not very talkative, but she certainly made a nice song with her moans. Lincoln's suggestion saw her give a number of nods in affirmation, as she was indeed quite happy with this new lot in life. She certainly wasn't expecting to sign on to an eternal job today with a new lifelong boss, but so far she had been convinced it was a good deal. That meant she and Clere would certainly have to thank Alcra for recommending them for this position. So, once she got a few more of her wits back, she nodded again and spoke, "Yes, yes... I really do need to thank Alcra for this! Me and Clere have never been ungrateful, I assure you, sir! And we'll make sure to remind her of that." After that, she could go on a little longer before finally succumbing to exhaustion, joining Clere in sleep.

Meanwhile, in the mental house, the item that formed was a small figurine of the very ship they were in right now. Relian was the pilot, and she was very proud of her skill in that regard. She was perhaps not as crack a shot as Clere, or as strong as Alcra, but she was confident in her ability to handle a ship. Be it a smaller fighter, or this armed luxury vessel they had now. She hadn't owned the ship for very long, but she already knew it quite well. Relian could be trusted to handle the ship very well.

Poking at the trophies was the mental image of Tulam, who laughed before speaking out to Lincoln, "You know, this idea of trophies is a good one, vessel! Maybe I'll start doing that too. A lovely little collection, as a representation of my victories. I should make such a collection for my various creations. Its always good to take pride in your achievements, vessel. But, more importantly, to take appreciation in how much you've grown. So..." Tulam waved his hand and little plaques appeared in front of each trophy, marking the name of the person they represented, and a date for when the trophy was formed. Notably, Tulam also had added a small little number next to the date, that being a small indicator of how many days ago it was. Tulam spoke again, "How you develop is very important. You can't get stagnant, we must be ever growing and ever developing our power! Or, well, at least I do. I guess you're still a mortal so you can stop and feel... satisfaction, ugh. Disgusting word really, but I suppose I am just too much of a glorious Psion to understand the appeal. Anyways, it's a great way to value how far one has come. Good idea, right?"

Out in the real world, coming with Lisa was of course the many Hoplites. They quickly set about mapping out the ships on their own software, with Alek already auto preparing patrol routes and finding a proper location for the Hoplites to store themselves when set to hibernate. A number of them also helped with moving things into the cargo bay. The cars fortunately easily fit, as the cargo bay had impressive space. Things were being prepared quite handily. 

Back with Lincoln in the mini living room, he would hear Alcra's voice over the ship's internal comms, a speaker in the corner of the room activating, "Internal audio systems are active. Seems to be working. My Lord, the ship is fully functional. Thankfully it seems Relian had filled up on fuel already, so no worry there. The ship's automated systems now register you as the owner, and all your servants as acceptable passengers. It has some automatic security system, which I'll wire the Hoplites into." There was a slight pause as Lana got Alcra to hum in satisfaction, and push her face further, before she then continued, "Lana has been most useful, I assure you. We are ready for takeoff whenever you feel we are prepared to go. The auto pilot should work, so we can sleep without Relian as the pilot if you wish. She can take over mid travel. Do you have any destinations in mind?" The speaker then turned off, with Alcra switching to the mental talk, "This is better, I just wanted to test the systems in case. As a private message... I will see to Luan and Lisa in their sleep tonight. As well as Lana."

Hearing Relian’s style was good to know. While he often likes to drive his partners to the pit of bliss. He doesn’t go quite as hard as often for the more tender types. In comparison to Alcra, Clere, and Lana who are all hardy so he doesn’t have much restraint to go wild with them. So he aimed to not go too rough with Relian which is why she lasted a lot longer than Clere did. For the most part they mostly snuggle rather than actually having intercourse.

It was hot to see Relian mostly out of it from all the pleasure. Her head lolling around on her soldiers. He used a hand to cup her cheek to make her steady as they kissed. Her tongue too was tired as she let Lincoln play around with it. Parting from her lips again, he used his other hand to knead her small chest. Then his hands slid down to her waist. “I’m glad to hear that. We’ll do a lot of fun things together.” He spoke with a smile as he pulled her off of him. Creating another towel to start cleaning her off. “Let’s call it a night, love. We’ll get to know more about each other in the morning. So get some sleep Relian.” Giving her one last deep kiss he guided her over to Clere. Tucking her in along with her.

It was cute to see the two sleeping together on the couch. There was an urge to play with them some more but he suppressed it. They deserve some rest. Smiling, he turned to leave the room in time to hear Alcra over the ship coms. “Ah! Good to hear. I’m feeling we should head to Javalus. So set in the coordinates to their system. In the meantime I’m afraid I have to pull away Lana from you. She’s going to join me in the captain quarters with Lisa and Luan. I’ll put them to sleep after some fun. In the meantime Alcra, give Talmia a call. This is the first night both of you are apart and I’m sure she would love to hear from you. When I’m done I’ll come to the cockpit to give you some love to put you to sleep. I’m still bursting with energy so I can man the station and wait for Relian to rest up to head to sleep myself.”

With that said he mentally lull his sisters to their new room. Entering it he went over to the bed. Sitting on the edge to wait for his sisters. Lana was the first to arrive. Coming to kneel before him with her hands on her knees and face locked on to his own. Luan and Lisa then came in. Giving them nothing more than a sultry look they gave him a striptease before crawling over to kneel beside Lana. An expression of love and devotion evident in their gaze.  

No words needed to be said. Only the sounds of moans and sinful slaps of flesh against flesh fill the bedroom. Centuries worth of waiting for this fateful day was finally released in the most cathartic night of their entire lives. Their emotions are a maelstrom of wild passion. Driving them blind with lust. Lana, having already partook in sexual activities was the first to black out. Followed by Lisa shortly after. Leaving him and Luan to slow down so that they can enjoy each other more till Luan drifted off to sleep as well.

Lincoln crawled off the bed to stand on the floor. He looked back to take in the beautiful sight of all three of his sleeping sisters. Nude and wet with his love. Once again he created another towel to wipe all of them off. Playing with their bodies a bit as he does so. After that he tossed the towel away and went to go visit Alcra in the cockpit. The station of the ship that will live up to its name in more ways than one.

“Hello gorgeous, how’s Talmia holding up?” There was genuine interest in how the other Watrike is doing. But is evident of what his mind was more focused on. Coming up to the side of the chair she was sitting. He went to press a button to make the chair recline back a bit in a 150 degree angle. Climbing onto her lap he grabs a hold of her face to pull her into a deep make out session.

Pulling away he gaze dipped down to her bountiful chest. Moving his hands down he heaved them upwards. There was so much volume that it spilled over his hand. Keeping them up he looked her in the eyes. “‘Vestigial organs’ my ass. How. Can. So. Much. Meat. Be. Useless?” He empathizes each word by tightly squeezing her breasts that had been previously altered to be much more sensitive and for no pain to come from any such rough stimulation. “No no no, they have a use. How else can you explain it? They are practically grown to please me.” In spite of his dirty talk he did wonder if Roono was a kinky Psion. How else would you explain such a fetishistic race that the Watrikes were.

As he continued to savagely play with her large breasts he leaned in. Bringing his lips to the side of her head. Breathing heavily as he spoke in a husky manner. “Just so you know my sex-bomb of a Trike. I’ve been thinking of restoring these to their full purpose of being heavy with milk so that you may serve as one of my many wet nurses. I can only imagine how healthy Watrike’s milk is for children. You would love that wouldn't you?” Alcra would be hit with a powerful wave of ecstasy as a vivid vision came to her. In which she was feeding milk to one of Lincoln’s many children with his sisters.

He then suddenly dropped her breasts. Smirking as he got off her lap. He would bend down to grip her legs. Raising them all the way up to the point her ankles cross Alcra’s head in the seashell position. Rubbing her soaked core he gaze at her with dark lust. “As promised. I’m going to pin you down to make you understand how much you turn me on. But first, I want to hear you beg for what you’ve been waiting for all day.” When Lincoln felt satisfied with her begging he would start pounding her into the chair with such ferocity that it was likely she might not be able to walk straight in the morning. Even when Alcra passes out from the intense rutting he would continue to pleasure himself with her body.

Lightyears away his cosmic self leaned against the doorway that led into the trophy room. Watching Tulam conjure plaques for them. In contrast to how his physical self was feeling he was in a relaxed mood. Gazing into empty air in nostalgia. “It’s nice to have mementos, trophies, and the like. It helps you remember the road you’ve taken and the things you experience along the way. I once had a Sparrow where I would engrave the name of a person I met that I felt a connection with or someone worth remembering on the inside of the plating. At first there were not many names. But after years and years on the road. Every part of plating was filled with names. The feeling was as you said. A powerful, visual reminder of how much you came.”

He paused to then set his gaze on the Psion before him. “You’re not wrong that growth is important. After all, what right do the weak have but to perish? In order to protect something, you need power. in order to obtain something, you need even more power. Without Any power, You have no choice but to lose it. And to recover what you lost, Requires even more power.” His life up to this point was a testament to that universal truth. He rejected the notion of power, believed he could have a humble life. But the universe does not abide by his selfish desire. Cyboar hunted him down and because he was weak, he had no choice but to almost perish.

Looking over to his trophies he then gave a nod. “Even with Cyboar, the entity and the galaxy will have their eyes on me. And if there are gods up there. Then it’s only a matter of time before they no longer tolerate a mouse in their garden. So yeah, it’s a good idea. We need to grow out of necessity.”

The ship set its course for Javalus, with Alcra punching in the coordinates for the Javalus system and activating the auto pilot. She gave a last response in the mental talk, "The course is set, sir. Fortunately Avalantus is quite close to Javalus, relatively for ether travel at least, and the Cerulane seems to be in a cooperative mood. Once takeoff is achieved we will have few issues in reaching the destination. Should only take half a day's travel, a good time to get some sleep. I'll send Lana to you immiedately. And, thank you sir, for both your generous grants. I do want to see how Talmia is holding up, and there is only so much your sister's tongue can do to replace the real desire..." With that however she got to work handling the take off.

Lincoln would be able to feel the ship taking flight during his first little escapade, as the vessel flew up and out of Avalantus's airspace, breaking into orbit and then going beyond. The ride smoothed out quickly enough once they were simply cruising the Ether, following the lane many had followed for thousands of years now. It was a trusted and known route, so Alcra was quite confident in her time assessment. 

When he finally got into the cockpit, Alcra was just getting off, tapping a button on her comm unit to end the call. She gave back a sultry smile at the compliment, but then gave her little report on the matter, "Talmia is holding up rather well, sir. She's currently pursuing the last mission I had promised to handle for another client, and she made some quick progress! She has always been a skilled tracker. Used her powers to acquire another assistant, an Ialao girl this time, and she'll likely finish the mission by the time we arrive at Javalus. She's living up to my hopes, so I am not worried about her." With that pleasant note, she then finally gave in to Lincoln and let him have his way.

She was certainly quite exhausted by the end of that, but Lincoln would be able to tell that she would be quite honored to serve the role he suggested, even if it was presently not possible. But there was no doubt in her mind that he could fix that, Alcra was not one to doubt her superior. Begging was something that did not come naturally to her, but she didn't find it odd to beg for something she really wanted. Above all however, what made her most happy was just the little compliments. It seemed Alcra just loved appreciation above all, and appreciation for her body was no exception. It was a very Watrike sort of desire, being appreciated. Lincoln would be able to understand Tyfrondor's position a little better now, although he had to deal with the rest of the entire species. All the same, it did not take much after that for her to drift into sleep. Although even as she drifted she took on a big smile, knowing what was to come as she slept.

As for the mental image, Tulam smiled widely at Lincoln when he made his statements on growth. The smile was a mix of pride and amusement, an odd combination of happy father and pleased pet owner. Such was the oddity of a Psion, but in either case he seemed happy at Lincoln for saying that, "Excellent! Good that you're finally piecing that all together, because that is exactly what is going on. If you seek to play at the games of the powerful, then you must be powerful. There's no other way to it. Power comes in many forms, but it is not optional! At least to those who desire to be more than cattle and slaves. And you, vessel, seem unable to accept slavery so easily. Commendable, but there's a price for ambition. When you play such games, you don't retire or gracefully step out! The option to stop playing the game is gone now, vessel. You really only have a few options here. To keep going, to die, or... To give your pieces on the board to a different player. We can always make that deal if you feel overwhelmed, just so you know. But because so far I like your spunk, I would say to keep going. You're fascinating to watch, and I am curious as to how long you shall play the game of immortals. How much will you grow? Still, I leave the offer to hand over responsibility. It's the least I can do. Now, with that said, I think it's time to watch the lizard work instead. She's here now." With a grand grin on his face, Tulam disappeared. 

His words rang true however, as Alcra appeared within the mental house now. She was asleep, but her mind knew she had a mission to do here as well. Heading down towards the garage, she mentally tried to pull in the three sisters with her, as there was work to be done with those three.

Lincoln was panting by the time he gave the last few thrusts into the passed out Watrike. Setting her legs down over the arm rests. He took a step back. Taking in the crude sight of the sleeping Watrike with her legs spread out. His essence pooling out of her core. There was a sparking desire to continue. To play with her unconscious form. But his rationality won that match. Instead he picked her up in a princess carry and headed off to the bathroom to clean her off.

Said rationality however lost the next match when he had set her down on the shower floor and begun to use a shower head to clean her off. The sight of water running off her scaly body was too much for him to resist. Crawling over to be behind her head he lifted her lower jaw to make use of her sleeping mouth. At first it was tricky to reach her throat given the shape of her skull. He knelt there in introspection on his nature. Since his human form is not his real self, would that mean he can alter his body?

Since he has a prime test subject right in front of him he figured to give it a try. Actually focusing this time in order to feel his body changing. Sure enough he could see Alcra’s throat bulge from his altered body. Shuddering, he gently stroked her neck with his thumb. Not squeezing because he knows the danger of breath play. He began to hump while using his other hand to grip one of her breasts for something to hold on to. Using his power to keep Alcra asleep so he won’t pull her out of her duty in training his sisters.

This time he managed to stop himself with only two releases. Giving a sigh of content he shifts his adjustment back to normal and slips out of Alcra’s used mouth. For once his raging lust was quenched. And went back to giving her a bath. Taking as long as he liked. He was rather enjoying how slippery and shiny her scales get when he rubs it with soap. Finally he got around to drying her off.

Carry her into the bedroom he heaved her onto the bed. Taking enjoyment in how she ragdolls over his equally naked sisters. Getting on to his love nest of sin he crawls over to Alcra. Dragging himself on top of her to lay on her large form. The amount of titflesh that were on her chest serve as ample pillows for him to sleep on. Getting comfortable he wrapped his arms around her waist and finally dozed off.

Meanwhile his cosmic self gave a grin to Tulam. At this point he was starting to get comfortable around him. Well, as comfortable a person can get around a Psion. “I appreciate the offer on the table. But as the saying goes, one can’t step out of a race midway. Once you ignite the engine you are committed to the road before you. Life will try to step in to stop you with everything it got. But no matter how many are chasing you or how many helicopters there are in the sky. You keep driving.” He paused, looking over at the trophies again. “I can wax philosophy all I want to justify myself. But in the end I’m aware that I have accepted the mindset of a Psion. It gives me a dark rush knowing that Alcra belongs to me. That Talmia is unaware that I took Alcra from her and made her mine. It was maddening to have just met Clere and Relian and have their brains fucked out in mere minutes. I know...that is wrong. So I won’t try to excuse that. Actions have consequences. So I have no choice but to accept responsibility. Simple as that. Sigh, I suppose there is merit to the claim that a Psion always wins. Good job, Tulam. You’ve succeeded in bringing me down this road.”

Seeing Tulam fade away to nothingness. Lincoln transported himself to the garage to watch the show. Looking around he went over to an empty spot where he brought a couch into existence. Sitting down he would pull Clere and Relian to him on the couch. Both to have a snack as he watches the scene and for them to learn from Alcra’s lessons. Once he did that he would suggest Clere to start teaching Relian on how to better serve their everlasting boss.

When they were settled in, Lincoln would look across the room of strange machines to a set of three circular objects. His sisters were suspended in them by glowing bands of energy around their wrists and ankles. It spread their limbs out in a spread eagle posture in the nude. There were other machines around the triad of stands. Each with peculiar appendages for a specific purpose. He would see Alcra standing nearby. In her reach she would find a monitor station with a smart screen. Showing a very in depth list of his sister's parameters that she can alter with a brush of a slider. There was also a table next to her where a variety of tools were laid out for her. To the side of it was a stand of VR headsets that she could also potentially use.

Tulam of course had faded, but his aura of smug satisfaction hung in the air. He was quite a proud Psion right now. Both of himself, as he was always, but of Lincoln as well. The Psion clearly didn't mind the offer being turned away right now, he was pleased Lincoln instead took his suggestion to press on. And of course his descent into Psion moral philosophy was quite nice as well, as far as Tulam was concerned. 

The mental forms of Relian and Clere were of course happy to join Lincoln on the couch, even if they were a little confused as to what was going on here and why they were in a house now instead of their ship. But it wasn't their place to ask questions right now, so they focused instead on Lincoln. Clere was all too happy to instruct, getting herself and Relian to both kneel down in front of him. Clere decided it would be best to give a visual example, and then make sure Relian followed it. Best to learn on the job for things like this after all.

As for Alcra, she glanced about at the room and considered her options. She looked to the tools for a while before shaking her head, and instead moved to place the VR Headsets on each of their heads. That would be preferable to her goals of instruction. After all, to Alcra, that's what her goal here was. Enjoying herself was secondary to the primary goal of fully breaking in these three, and fix the remaining traces of flaws she observed in them. And when it came to enjoying herself... She didn't particularly care for bondage. Discipline was much better when the bonds were in the mind rather than physical. She was going to properly train them, and VR offered her many opportunities. As the headsets were put on she pondered exactly what she would do, and then got an idea, inspired by what Lana had been speaking about earlier. Perhaps she was no theologian, but this would be an excellent metaphor. She used the smart 

The scene the three sisters would find themselves in was a massive, unending cathedral. Row upon row of empty seats surrounded them, with divine beams of light acting as the only sources of illumination for the building. They would each find themselves in their own row, all facing towards a large podium. They were all being made to sit, unable to stand up. Standing in front of a large podium was a digital representation of Alcra, wearing a rather exaggerated and revealing bishop's outfit. She held a priestly staff in one hand as well, and after giving the sisters a few seconds to take in their surroundings she banged the ground with it to grab their attention. The sound would echo throughout the endless shining halls, an effect that would also happen with her voice, "Welcome, all three of you. I doubt you three were particularly religious before meeting your master, and neither was I. And we still are not. This will become a religion when he decides so, it will not be pushed forward by any other. I hope one of you understands that well." She turned her gaze on Lana for that. While in the simulation nothing happened, back in the mental room Alcra used a vibrator on Lana, to make sure she got a good jolt, before pulling away again. 

With that little example done, Digital Bishop Alcra continued, "All three of you are flawed still, but fortunately for you all that can be changed with just some discipline! We are here to train your bodies and souls. Lana, I may have picked you out first but you are the furthest along of the three before me, well done." With a snap of the finger, a floating hand resembling Alcra's appeared and started playing with Lana's chest, as a little reward, while the Bishop then continued, "Of course, it doesn't mean we are done here. You're going to learn to worship at a temple rather than consider yourself one. You are a follower in the end, never forget that. But now, the two of you have much more to learn. Lisa, your initiative is a pleasant thing, but it is no longer needed. It my mission to remove that thinking from your mind, to ease all your worries and remove all your grand planning. The only one who needs to do planning is the one you serve, never consider yourself more prepared. Time to learn a little... faith. And Luan, you truly are the greatest sinner here. 'Choice' is your sin. You chose to be here? No, this isn't revenge. Revenge implies you had the choice to do something else, that this is being done to get at somebody else rather than what this really is; purpose. You will be scrubbed of any concept that you were to end up anywhere else, that you are here because of anybody else besides your master. Whether or not it is true, is irrelevant. To believe anything less is disobedience, and that is what I am here to punish. Now, for a short test. If you had any choice, you'd be able to stand. But you won't." The phantasmal hand with Lana faded away, and instead the stands they were all sitting in began to vibrate, an effect that would transfer throughout their whole bodies. They'd also find their lower bodies unresponsive, unable to move or stand. Alcra in the meanwhile descended from her podium to get a closer look at all of them, and ended up standing behind Luan, smiling as she watched.

He smiled at his two cuties kneeling before him. Reaching to pet them both, given rubs behind the ears. “This is a special place where naughty ladies are brought to for time out to stamp out their disobedience. Now, you two are not here for that of course. Oh no, you’re both being wonderful women so far. I just brought you two here so we can have fun while I watch the show over there.” Leaning back on the couch he took enjoyment in the display. Finding it both cute and erotic in how Clere was teaching Relian. He let out sounds of bliss to signify his approval. Especially when they both began to pleasure him at the same time.

Through the light of ecstasy he could see how his sweet sisters were doing. Lana was certainly the furthest along. The amount of things that happened in the span of a day overwhelmed her. The onslaught on her mind and body reforged her into something new. A perfect tool for her elder brother. She loves her brother. So much so that no matter how he uses her, it brings her joy knowing she was serving a purpose. She always was a dirty girl deep down after all. All of this amounted to her giving an ecstatic expression when the stands began to vibrate. Her eyes showed no other feeling than obedience.

The other two however were a bit more explosive. More so due to Lincoln being sneaky when he made the slider that connects to their sensitivity go up several magnitudes. Lisa’s body quivers violently from the stimulation. An unbroken string of moans left her lips. Alcra could see Lisa's thoughts melting in Lisa’s eyes. Brown eyes soon reflect the same emotion as Lana. The only thoughts she will ever repeat from then on will be about fucking and pleasing him.

Luan was faster in embracing her fate. If her mind wasn’t being cleansed she would have given a small laugh. For Alcra didn’t know about the greatest irony, something most of her other sisters didn’t know as well. Lincoln was not empty without them, it was the other way around. Luan remembers the day they were individually injected with his blood. She felt it spread throughout her body. Intertwining with their bone and muscle. Filling her as if he was nothing more than a cup. And his blood saturated her very soul. Whenever she was in her darkest hour she could feel the warmth of his blood. It gave her comfort and strength. As well as power in the purest sense.

Power that was stolen from Lincoln in a moment of desperation. And now after all this time. The owner has returned, thus it’s only proper to give back everything that was blessed by his blood. Thus, the very essence of her being is Lincoln’s. It’s a simple truth that her only purpose is to be his. Revenge was simply something to drive her before Lincoln came into the picture. But now, that is no longer needed. And like the others, her mind becomes free of any worries as she too becomes entranced in the desire to obey. Their naked forms writhing on the stand as they cum the last of their unnecessary thoughts out. All sporting a perfect orgasm face.

Alcra smirked as she observed her progress, things seemed to be going quite smoothly so far. Now it was time for the next step. Still standing behind Luan, Bishop Alcra took hold of her chin to move her vision up towards the Watrike, who leaned down to speak, "Much more pleasant, isn't it? No need to justify, rationalize, or anything else. Just acceptance. But of course there are some concepts that are a little more advanced besides obedience. A useful tool knows it is a tool, and functions to the best of its ability. Sadly for you, thoughtlessness is not to be your main mode in life. But we can fix the thoughts. Train your mind to think better things and instill instincts that ensure you lack hesitations. The first thing I must cleanse you of is your thoughts of independent judgement and the belief that you are special enough to know your master's will without being told it. You must accept your place in the chain of command and the hierarchy of wills." She turned her head back briefly to look at Lisa, "And that goes for you too, Lisa. Of course, your conscious minds I doubt are even registering this, but the words will sink into your minds regardless. You'll remember this place when you are told to have faith, and the joy in that blind belief. But we cannot always be blind, no no..." She released Luan and stepped back, snapping her fingers.

The snap caused a sudden change of scenery. They were now in an old fashioned military base, standing in front of a barracks. There was mud around them, as if rain had recently drenched the area. Alcra was different as well. Gone was the bishop's outfit, now she was a military drill sergeant, albeit still in rather revealing clothing. In her hand she had a small baton, which she was twirling about. She had a green hat on her head, which simply said "ALPHA" on it. The three sisters were of course still without clothes themselves, and were lined up in front of this drill sergeant Alcra. 

The Watrike smirked for a moment, staying silent to let them take in their surroundings, before speaking again, "Your minds cannot always be empty, so how do we ensure that your wills are untainted? The answer is discipline. Your conscious and subconscious minds will both be trained to reinforce your purpose in life. This applies to one of you better than the others. Lana, please come here." She directed Lana to stand straight in front of her. And then, after staring at her for a moment, simply used her free hand to shove Lana between her breasts, and kept her there. She then kept speaking, "You are going to follow my orders as the orders handed down by our mutual lord. I will purge you of the expectation that he will always be giving you your orders directly, because this will not be the case. You are very important, but you are tools and servants above all. Your skills will be utilized as our lord sees fit, and while he is within our hearts always you cannot expect him to physically be by your side all the time to give the unquestionable orders. And so, if our Lord deems it needed, the orders will come through me. And perhaps eventually I will give you orders to then pass down to others. You will learn hierarchy today, for your time as independent agents is completely over. Time to learn to obey, and also cooperate." 

Releasing Lana from her breasts, she then gave authorative instructions, "Lana, from what I have gathered it was Lisa who directly assisted in your enlightenment. Very kind of her, I am sure you will agree, but of course she did that of her own initiative. We can't have that. So it is time for you to dig into her mind, and rewrite it. You will change the memory of her assisting in your conversion, and remove her freed thoughts. In her memory you shall ensure she places herself in the same position as you, thoughtless and thirsty. This is not true, but truth will bend to discipline and the overriding will of our master. Instructions will be what she knows, and such initiative a thing of the past."

Leaving Lana to handle that, Alcra then looked to Luan and smirked, "As for you, you showed some impressive foresight with the stunt you pulled at the facility entrance. Quite the action to try and upstage Charka, for the sake of reconnecting with your Lord. Impressive, and loyal. But to make such big actions on your own without your lord having any knowledge of the plans... No. That habit must be broken. Loose lips can be a dangerous thing, but a tongue that remains hidden forever is just as dangerous. So, I will break you of your pride. You must be prepared to do anything your master asks of you, even if you do not know the sense in it at all. Your job is to obey and report, our master is the one who makes the plans based on the information you willingly give. All the knowledge is his, to given to you as needed, not the other way around. Now, time to train that tongue of yours..."

Alcra snapped her fingers again and then stepped to the side. A new digital figure had appeared, that being a digital recreation of Charka. Directly compared to eachother, Charka was actually a bit shorter than Alcra, although this version of Charka in the nude was just as well built and muscular, although she obviously had blue scales to contrast with the green of Alcra. The digital Charka stood proud, looking down at Luan with what looked like curiosity. Alcra then spoke, "You will know no other man in your life besides your master, but your lord will have many pickings for his women. You are going to have to learn to cooperate with the other women of the master's collection. And you have obligations to these women too. Our master cannot be in every place at all times, so you must adapt to being without his touch, as will the others. Your obligation to the other women is to ensure their pleasure and happiness in obedience. You are a vessel to please, and you will please any who your lord decides you should. Be it for his mere amusement or for the joy of his followers as a whole. Charka is not to be one of them, but in this simulation we will imagine that she is. And that Lincoln has decided you will report to her as your new superior. That decision alone means you will follow her orders. You will not seek explanations. Perhaps they may be given to you, but they are a gift of knowledge, not something you will be allowed to expect. And now, I will loosen your tongue. I want you to scream out every pleasure-hazed thought and desire you have. You will not keep anything within, you are on full display now. Let's begin. Fulfill your obligations to other members of the harem." 

With a wave of her hand, Alcra waved the digital Charka onwards. Wordlessly, the blue Watrike pulled Luan into a long kiss. After breaking it, she traced Luan's nethers with her fingers, just smiling at her for the tease, before finally pushing Luan to her knees in expectation that she would not hesitate to do what came next.

On the couch, Lincoln the ship was reaching the halfway point to Javalus and would arrive soon. Looking down he pet the two cuties on their knees. “Time to wake up you two. We seem to be arriving at our destination in a little bit.” Leaning to kiss them on the head he pushed them awake. Their mental forms disappear. Standing up he gave a stretch before walking over to Alcra. The couch vanished as well. To the side he could see his sisters with the VR headsets on them. All plainly put very wet. A erotic sight to say the least.

He pressed up against Alcra from behind. Looping his arms around her thick waist. Sensually love biting her back shoulder muscles. “You’re doing very well my beloved Trike.” He murmured as he hands roamed her toned stomach. Listening to the delightful sounds of his sisters near them. Lana’s nude form gave a mint green shine as wires then came out from her back to inject into Lisa next to her. Essentially rewiring Lisa’s memories as per Alcra’s command. Luan meanwhile was singing a string of crude, naughty words to express her desire to the simulation she was seeing.

The whole scene was delightfully naughty. Hands still playing with Alcra’s body he continues chatting in a casual manner. “How lewd to choose Charka as a simulation. I approve of it. It’s a tragedy that we couldn’t get her. I would have loved for us to double team her. Me railing her ass with you sitting on her face grinding it.” It was apparent in his tone that he wasn’t really sad about it. Rather he was simply indulging in the crudeness of sex. “I do have to be smart with who I bring into our family. It’s sinfully tempting I admit. Predatory to even think about just going up to some random woman on the street to make her realize her true purpose in life.”

A hand drifted south to fondle her core. Fingering deep into her folds. “You’re mine Alcra. And very important to me. So when we reach Javalus it’s natural you’ll be at my side. To the public you’ll be one of my many lovers. Same as Clere, Relian, and my sisters. You however, will have one special task or two. One being helping me scout out worthy women for our family. And the second to be the receptacle for my lust in order to temper my fire. Meaning you will be used as I see fit anytime, anywhere.” Hugging her tight he gave a dominating bite on her neck.

Letting go he gave a hefty slap on her rear cheek. “I swear, it should be scientifically impossible to have this sexy body. Goes to show you were born to serve me.” He joked darkly. Then his eyes glint with hot lust. But withheld himself as he didn’t want to distract Alcra too much. So he opted to wake his physical self. Who enjoyed seeing nothing but soft flesh upon awakening. Grinning he scooted up on his knees. Straddling Alcra’s chest. He grabbed her large breasts to scrunch them up against something hard. Then he proceeded to hump vigorously. There was a short pause to reach up to pull her jaw down so that her mouth was gaping before going back at it. So by the time she would wake up. The inside of her mouth will be coated with his essence. A nice wake up treat.

Once he felt he had enough giving the sleeping Watrike a facial he would crawl off of her to get up from the bed. Then he went to do his usual morning routine. His cosmic self left Alcra to continue disciplining his sisters. Transporting himself back into the main house. His destination being Luan’s and Luna’s room. Stepping inside he would find that like the others, a half was now furnished. Here it was converted to a cozy little gaming corner. The other side was still bare. With the wall still showing the song lyrics.

He sauntered over there. Pressing his hand against the wall. There was still a small connection between him and Luna. He wondered what the context was but felt he’ll discover it sooner or later. For now he wants to take advantage of the link. Extending his influence he slinker down the line. His lust was the venom now dripping into his elder sister. By the time they cross paths in person, he was sure that Luna would be much more vulnerable to his touch.

That done he stepped out of the room to head down to the basement. Coming to the study he could see it was divided into two sections. One for Tulam and the other for himself. His side was a bit empty. So he went to spend time filling it. Pulling stuff out of Lisa’s respiratory of knowledge and the connection to the internet. Getting books off the public domain that he was interested in and placed them on his bookcase. All were fairly on complicated subjects such as science and politics. He got some plants to decorate it. On his personal desk he conjured an image of a laptop that was currently open playing the lofi hip hop radio. The music doesn’t reach Tulam’s side so it won’t distract him. Sitting down he opened up another tab on the browser and began to casually surf the web.

There was a news article about a developing story on Javalus in a city central business district. Pictures and videos show smoke rising from the skyscrapers. The streets below were reduced to a war zone. The main gist of the reports was that the last cell of some criminal group known as the Qayin Syndicate was discovered. Those affiliated with the group chose death over being arrested. Resulting in a multi block firefight between the Syndicates and the police force. The situation worsened when strange black mud began pooling into the streets and the criminals transforming into horrific monstrosities. A third party became involved in the form of an army of black shades who are assisting the police and protecting the civilian populace.

Lincoln had heard whispers of the shadowy organization before given his ties with the underground. He doesn’t know much about them but allegedly five years ago they were supposed to have some grand debut to reveal themselves and stake their claim. Something happened however. Another party was expecting their movement. Executing a wide scale coordinated strike on the Syndicate assets. Dazed and caught off guard they spent the civil wars years trying to kick off their attacker but were being driven to extinction. And this was certainly going to be their final stand. The final death spasm of a group that supposedly existed for centuries.

Given the strange elements at play he can wager that his sisters were involved. And as they get closer to Javalus he can feel his intuition was right. It was still distant but he can sense a few of his sisters on Javalus. Three of them. Looking back at the videos he was a bit uneasy that some of them might end up killing each other. He knows his sisters don’t have the best of bonds. Then he sat back into his seat. A different thought coming to him. “The Entity certainly let them loose. I suppose it makes sense if the entity couldn't care less about what happens to a galaxy that is pretty much its petri dish. It’s still strange nonetheless.” He mumbles to himself.

Alcra was quite surprised when Lincoln came up on her from surprise like that, although she of course did not protest. After all, she quite enjoyed the attention, and she had no thoughts in her head that this was wrong in any way. It was surprising, but as far as Alcra was concerned Lincoln had every right to do it. So when he arrived, while she was first a bit shocked, she then leaned into it. Letting him explore quite deep. She spoke back as well she could to keep her composure, "I am glad you approve, sir! It is indeed a shame you cannot take just anybody you want, but I agree that it is prudent to do it carefully. Your influence must be not squashed out too quickly, you need a power base first. And it will be my honor to help you create that!"

She let out a small moan before continuing, "An ever greater honor, my lord! I am happy we can be public about it, as it is as painful to me as it is to you to restrain my dedication. And I will ensure I do not fail you. I am sure I can find others worthy enough of joining your direct service, and of course I am prepared as ever to serve you personally. I am created and born to serve, yours for anything you wish of me. Anything." She was quite dead serious about that. It was clear she meant it in the sexual fashion, as could be expected, but she really did mean anything. The dedication of a Watrike was a very powerful thing indeed, and one could understand why some view themed as dangerous because of it. 

Regardless, once Lincoln departed, Alcra returned her focus to her work. Thankfully for her, digital Alcra showed no signs of what had happened, fully maintaining her composure and visage of authority. And of course the sisters were all busy with eachother or the digital Charka, so there was no worry. Letting this continue for a bit longer, Alcra then snapped her fingers again. This made the simulated Charka disappear, and bring all three sisters in front of Alcra. The Watrike now lacked clothes herself finally, and she sat down on a small chair with her legs open. She all three forward, "Luan and Lisa, come and nurse yourselves. One on each breast. Lana, you will move between the two of them and tease them, bring them to edge. But of course they will not be able to feel full relief until I am satisfied."

Once they started getting to work, Alcra kept her composure and kept speaking, "You will keep up your previous instructions as well. Luan, you will continue to voice your desires, now to me. Lana, you will continue to program Lisa as well. But I will expand those instructions now. If the three of you wish to serve our Lord to the best of your abilities, you must understand his desires as well. For if you are to truly comprehend his wants and give to him the information that he would desire, you must adopt his desires. This lesson will perhaps be easy as we are all Iammelonian here, but it is important to reinforce. Lana, you will unlock Lisa's desire for alien women. Rebuild her memory so she can feel lust for me, Clere, Relian, and the many more slaves that are to follow. Once she knows this, she will be better suited to acquiring such slaves for our master. Luan, you will have a more practical display. I am going to imprint on your mind the same grand lust our Lord has felt for me before when he first showed me purpose. The lust shall be the same, the only difference is that we are both slaves, as there is only one master. Once you understand this, you will know why I am our Lord's right hand and why I am the one disciplining you now. This is important to all of you, as it will be the final nail in understanding of the most important lesson; we are all slaves. Be you his sisters or of a different species entirely such as I, we will all bask in the same glory and light. Once you accept this, you will be able to serve perfectly and without any foolish presumptions. Now, time to work."

Back in the real world, Relian and Clere had gotten to work. Relian was at the cockpit, handling the ship, while Clere was off actually speaking to Alek, coordinating with the droids to ensure that everything would be ready upon landing. They of course did not interrupt Lincoln in his morning little work, but he could note that Clere would purr in quite the sultry fashion upon seeing him.

In the house, Lincoln would find Tulam had indeed taken his side of the lab area. His side was different entirely, as it was filled with some very odd contraptions. He also had a bookshelf but his was filled instantly, as it was actually just an embodiment of Tulam's grand memory and knowledge. He had many computers set up as well, and each of them seemed to be running small simulations, each an embodiment of small bits of Tulam's mind running little mental experiments based on what information and knowledge he had. Most of the simulations were little things, such as testing the jumping abilities of a certain creature in a certain environment, or mashing together DNA to see what happened. And finally there was a large throne-like chair where Tulam sat himself down, in front of a large globe. The planet it depicted was none that Lincoln would recognize, but it was a large world. Likely Tulam's old planet before he lost it. While the world was gone, Tulam was poking at it and seemed to be shaping it. Tulam wasn't merely recreating his old planet, he was creating plans for an entirely new one. And they were detailed plans indeed. He not only had down ideas of where to place facilities, but even the climate and terrain of the world down to small details. Right now he seemed to be drawing a river, meticulously planning each bit. Tulam was certainly a perfectionist with his art.

He was still aware enough however to take note of what Lincoln was doing, and spoke up across the room, "Your entity seems to just enjoy live experiments, vessel. But you are right that it is weird for them to lose control now of all times. Very peculiar. Unless, of course... This is part of the plan. Very odd plan, but this being does seem to be rather powerful. And they are definitely not a mortal like you or other slave races. This creature is a selfish one. Applaudable by Psion standards, but for me just means we'll have to make sure to destroy it. Quite dangerous to my rise to power, after all. Anyways, seems we're getting rather close. At least three of your sisters are here, and probably more potential slaves. You might want to cut down on the lust for now however given the somewhat serious circumstances. After all, you might lose one if you delay. There are others who would likely prefer to just remove them now that they are causing direct problems. Like that blue lizard lady on the other planet. She was a feisty one, and would probably kill your sisters if she got hold of them. Or that shiny flying golden lizard I extracted knowledge from, the one the smaller lizards follow. He was on this planet recently, wasn't he? If that's the case... Your sisters may be quite soon facing the chopping block. Or at least the one who seems to lack any concept of subtly, bleh."

It was a sinfully wonderful sensation to witness the once indifferent Alcra turned into such a devoted Watrike. In a way it was ironic. From the sound of it she had taken away Talmia from a group that wanted to use her for sinister purposes. So she became the very thing she tried to protect Talmia from. He really should make Alcra tell everything about Talmia. Considering her once tight lips is now open and used quite frequently. It’s just a shame that Watrikes are built to resist hypnosis. He would have had fun ordering Alcra to convert her old friends and family. Perhaps even Talmia if he wasn’t aiming to be as benevolent as he could in the path he chose.

It’s not too bad of course. If anything it gives him ammo to really reinforce Alcra’s position in life. Some he felt like firing off as a token of appreciation for her words of servitude. While he was walking in the house he would mentally speak to Alcra. “You very much are born to serve me. A true Watrike chosen for a greater destiny. To serve someone with a future as bright if not more than Tyfrondor. Being branded a Deviant by your own people is merely an expression of their jealousy. Not to mention a sickening prejudice in what should be a progressive, democratic society. Seriously, just because there are possible health problems doesn’t make that reasoning right, that’s just a part of the institutionalized racism.”

He stopped himself. Realizing that he was going on a tangent. Goes to show that while he was falling into a Psion mindset. His Iammelonian core continues to hold on. “Sorry, got off brand there for a moment. But what I’m trying to say is that you're special. Not many are living the ideal Watrike life you are. Many go their entire lives without seeing Tyfrondor in person, let alone being touched by him. You on the other hand, have my sole and undivided attention. No other billion Watrikes around to fight for the same attention. Sure there’s your sisters in bondage. But that’s a drop in the ocean compared to what Tyfrondor has to deal with. Man, on a side note that really puts into perspective of what he has to manage.”

Alcra would feel a pleasant sensation wash over her. His very presence soaking her bones. “In short. You are perfect, irreplaceable. I don’t think I could ever find someone as devoted and beautiful as you when that possible future comes.” And he will aim to ensure that day won’t happen for a long time. It won’t be difficult to make his haremmates that aren’t his sisters at least biologically immortal. “Let's live a long and prosperous life, Alcra. I love you very much.”

Alcra will quickly be feeling another sort of pleasant stimulation. Luan and Lisa crawl forward on their hands and knees like the faithful dogs they were. Both rise to a squatting position as they press their hand on Alcra’s thigh in order to heft them up enough to take Alcra’s tits into their mouths. Lana crawled up behind them. Taking advantage of their vulnerable nethers being so close together for easy clitplay on both of them. The current teachings were certainly sinking in the sisters. Luan began to give praise when she could in between her letting go of Alcra’s breast. Using both hands now to knead the large bosom. Lana went to work on rewiring more of Lisa’s psyche. Kindling the lustful flame towards women of other species. The effect is seen instantaneous as Lisa became more vigorous in her nursing of Acra’s breast. The same was also seen with Luan thanks to Lana’s work. All in all, the Watrike got the desired results out of this. All three sisters now corrected their thinking as proper slaves to not only their master but to their fellow slaves as well.

Meanwhile over in the mundane plane. Lincoln finished freshening up for the day ahead. It felt a bit strange to streak around on a ship. If anything it was a quick and easy way to get right to business as seen when he met Clere in the hallway after she was done with the droids. Her purr drew a sultry smile out of him. Setting a hand on her hip he moved her to the wall. Lips locking as they indulge in a intense makeout session that transition into hot, steamy sex with Clere pinned to the wall as Lincoln held her legs up. Then it turned into a carry fuck as Lincoln head to the cockpit with Clere in a full nelson.

Lincoln went to sit in the captain chair that actually shows some tiny grooves caused by Alcra’s ridges due to him pounding her into the seat hours prior. He let the now numb feline legs down to let Clere rest on his lap. Giving her taut belly a rub and a kiss on the neck to express his approval he looked over to Relian sultry. “Good morning my gorgeous Vixen. You look as stunning as ever.” It was a cheesy flirt yet he found it fun to do so. He was after all, a bit of a corny romantic.

Back to his cosmic self he took a look every once in a while to watch Tulam’s work. It was quite fascinating to watch him work. He heard of people enjoying games where they work on a simulated world and craft it to their image. What was one called, Excavecraft? There were other world and city building games as well. Just couldn't think of much given he didn’t really have much connection to the internet outside of his loitering in public libraries. That being said he should actually set up an email account for the first time in his life. Then he can easily make accounts for other sites like Utube and Smoke. They will be great for his cosmic self to pass the time due to being unable to sleep in a normal sense.

Going back to the first chain of thought. It was rather interesting to see Tulam create a world to the smallest detail. His gaze was broken when Tulam spoke up to him. “Yeah, it makes sense to see how they handle on their own. And it’s a bit of a coincidence that it just happened to start a year before the Civil War. Which yet brought up some contradictions. One that I heard is that Lynn would have killed Lori if it weren’t for the message that the Zantine Empire switched reaching Lynn before she dealt the final blow. Of course if we want to go full tinfoil hat conspiracy mode. The Entity expected it to happen so their intervention wasn’t needed. Granted that doesn’t make sense either as Lynn was punished for seriously injuring Lola.” He paused to give a sigh. “I’m not really made out to be good with this stuff. Once you start going down the rabbit hole of conspiracy theories you’ll end up meeting very strange groups. I heard about one person who met a group of people online who were very deep into this reincarnation fad who believed they were characters from a specific video game in a past life. Soulbonders I think they’re called. It’s just...all levels of bizarre.”

He then gave a nod when he thought about the serious nature of the current events. It’s noticeable that he’s no longer denying the fact that he is being a bit lustful. “The temptation is sinister and seductive. I can understand why your son indulged in it and got clapped in response. The thought process of being able to lay with every woman in seconds can really cloud one's judgement.” He admits. All the more reason it was important for Alcra to be nearby to vent his lust into.

Alcra was quite proud thanks to Lincoln's reinforcement of her nice new position as his number two. The concept of being irreplaceable was what made her particularly happy, as it gave her extra purpose. After all, while in her converted personality she considered service its own reward, it was additionally pleasing to know she wasn't able to be replaced so easily. Made her work and efforts all the more valuable and special when she was apparently not easily swapped out. And thus, something that would encourage her to redouble her efforts. After all, if she couldn't be replaced, that meant she would have to make quite sure she did her job right. Laziness was doubly intolerable for her now. An excellent example of the Watrike work ethic to Lincoln.

Regardless, she was quite pleased with how well the three sisters had taken to their lesson. The physical stimulation was of course quite nice, and she happily enjoyed it. But she was more happy with the training going so well. That would last beyond today, and would better serve the greater long term purpose they all had. So once she had some release, she had the three of them released from their VR headsets. She then went over to each to kiss them on the head in a motherly fashion, a smile on her face. Alcra then stepped back and spoke proudly to the three, "You have all done well tonight, I am proud of you all. This training will make you far better slaves in the coming times, and I expect all of you to take it to heart. I intend to see the effects personally, after all. This same training will be applied to your other sisters as we acquire them, and I may call upon the three of you to assist in that process when the time comes. I expect you to make proud again when that happens. For now however, it is time to wake. We have more work to do. Service never ends." With that, she would channel the powers given to her by Lincoln to make all four of them wake up, although she also made sure all of them woke to a great sensation of pleasure to start the day out nice. It would be a different discovery for Alcra of course she woke up to find what Lincoln had done. Not that she was too annoyed however.

As the various sisters and Alcra awoke, and Lincoln had his fun with Clere, Tulam responded in the mentalscape, starting with a shrug, "There's a point where you can put too much thought into something, vessel. Some individuals are simply mad. There is not really purpose in absolutely everything. Most memories I consume for instantly are frankly worthless. There's no value in remembering a favorite meal's taste for the seventeenth time, not at least on an intellectual level. Emotionally, that's different. Emotions are often the cause of such logical contradictions. And really, logic is a worthless thing if you try to think it perfect and immutable. You can never have perfect logic, because you cannot have perfect knowledge. Emotions fill the gap, and serve as the explanation. Perhaps those soulbonders you mention have no real logical reason for thinking such, but continue to irrationally believe because it satisfies some emotional urge? Of course, that's why one needs intelligence and logic to temper such emotion." He then sighed, "For precisely that reason of my son. Lust is an emotion as well. Perhaps it is not anger or sadness, the usual suspects, but it applies all the same."

In the real world, Relian smiled to Lincoln, "Thank you, sir. You of course are in perfect condition. I should inform you that we are about to come in for a landing. Watch!" She took personal control of the ship's navigation, and flew towards Javalus. She flew past the many orbital stations that surrounded the planet, from massive shipyards to the mighty spacemalls. Breaking into the atmosphere, they would be exposed to the grand city scape of Javalus Central, the planetary capital and now the capital city of the Iammelonian Union. Javalus was no ecumenopolis, as much of the planet was still green, but Javalus Central was still a truly impressive city with its massive structures and multilayered nature. In that way it would be similar to Avalantus to Lincoln, although it lacked the sheer sprawling nature of that other world. All the same, Relian skillfully flew the vessel down towards a private starport, where she already had a reserved hanger. She and Clere visited the planet quite often after all in their work, so she had long since prepared a quick and easy spot to land whenever she came to the planet.

Sensing Alcra thoughts continue to paint him a better picture of the relationship between Tyfrondor and Watrikes. As well reinforce the thoughts he has for the great dragon. It was rather funny. He considered himself a rather idealistic person before the Civil War. And didn’t really agree with a pragmatic stance towards life. But after that ideological divide he realized there needed to be a middle ground between them. So he found himself to be more accepting of the IUF policies.

That, and it showed that he was truly a pragmatic person. Sure, Tyfrondor may have used them to take control of his homeworld and let them be a free loyal political party within the government. As many former confederates like to cry against. Claiming what he has is ripe for abuse.

But that was just it. An idea fueled by paranoia and distrust. Not the plain truth. The fact that he went out of his way to lay the foundations for a democracy is a clear sign of who he is. There’s a saying that he is coming to agree with. To test a person’s character, give them power.

He suddenly thought about Trikon. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as bad of an idea to make a visit there to see more of Watrike culture. Although he doesn’t know if he should bring Alcra there. It was clear as day to imagine the glances and mutters around her. All because she was born different from them.

Giving a mental sigh he looked back to the garage. His sisters were pleased to know they have done well. Having shed their old, bloody selves to fulfil a greater purpose. Upon awakening they let out throaty moans from the wave of pleasure that their Alpha awarded them with.

Lincoln saw them all stretch on the bed with his limited sight. Seeing them and Alcra in the nude was all sorts of enticing. ”Good morning my loves. It’s our first day together for most of us. You can all get dressed. As much I love to watch you streak around. It’s impractical when we’re not enjoying ourselves.” After all if one is naked then they can’t carry anything. A bit funny as it’s an age old complaint about women criticizing dresses because they don’t have pockets.

Watching them get up made him hard and considering it was already lodged deep within feline walls. He grip Clere’s waist to begin softly bouncing her off him to vent his horniness. Once he cracks a nut and pumps into her womb he settles down again. Then he went back to mentally speak to the rest of his harem. ”Alcra and Luan, you two will be heading out with me. Lisa I want you to go through the spoils you brought along with the Hoplites. Lana I like you to go produce several sets of a special uniform that I want everyone to wear. Finally for you Clere and Relian, my sisters have begun to connect with each other. And I want you two to get closer together as well.” His sisters gave an affirmative chime. Upon getting dressed the two sisters that were given a task went to different parts of the ship to carry out their brother’s mandate.

Lincoln looked over to Lana. Mentally giving her things he likes to see with the uniform. When it came to deciding on the color his mind drifted to trashy porn mags of alien women in tight suits. One had a fictional intergalactic bounty hunter going by the name of Lumas Nara. The image of her skin-tight bodysuit made him certain that he wanted the uniforms to be blue in color.

Having given out the last of his orders. He settled back down. Enjoying fondling with Clere’s body. Kissing her neck and cheek all the while. His cosmic self gave a soft laugh to what Tulam said. “Ain’t that the truth. The Civil War was a good highlight of how much of reasoning is a mix of logic and emotion. Misinformation was rampant during that time and people believed it. Because it sastitfied their emotional issues. Or they are simply not that smart due to a mix of internal and external factors. A lot of these tragic internet stories happen because people ridicule and discard people with mental illness rather than welcome them.” He paused. Giving a nod to what he said about his son.

Back in the mundane realm his physical self looks through the window as they make landfall. As they did so he started to sense three of his sisters. Two of which seem to be close together while one was in another part of the city. Oddly it felt fractured. Then he remembered it must be Lola and that must be the scars left behind by Lynn. To think even centuries after she would still be this injured. That made him frown to think about. ”Lana, what do you think Lola is up to?”

He heard Lana respond on the beat. Her tone was ever so slightly dim in thought of her twin sister. ”With what’s going on she would be holed up in her estate. Keeping her head down until all of this blows over.” That was good to know he muses. If Lola is not going anywhere any time soon then they can head towards their other sisters and spend time afterwards to find some women to add to their little family.

Not wishing for any sort of gloominess in Lana he sucks it away and replaces it with bliss. ”We’ll get Lola back, Lans. You can count on it.” That made Lana very happy. Given her big brother was perfect there was no doubt in her mind about his claim. Focusing back at the approaching building. The ship went to land on one of the free hanger spots at a nearby station.

Now they were landing he got off his seat. Placing Clere back down on the seat that he was sitting in. He gave her a deep kiss as a sign of his approval before going over to Relian to give her the same treat. “You two are doing wonderful. Lets go have breakfast before I head out.” And so they did. As Lincoln considered himself to be a good chef he went ahead to cook a meal for his harem.

In the process of making food his mind wanders as it usually does. Due to his increased libido, some went to lewd directions. One chain of thought was making his cum be potent with nutrients to make his cum be the only meal they need. That way they don’t need to stock up on a lot of food. Something he feels will be a lot the bigger his harem gets.

It was hot to think about them kneeling in a line. Going next to next as he pumps his essence down their throat. Thankfully the thought was brushed aside by his rationality. Maintaining a stock of food is not an issue when he can learn to generate it with his abilities.

They have a pleasant breakfast. Letting Lisa clean the dishes he went to get dressed himself. Then he meets up with Luan and Alcra before heading outside. Stepping into the elevator that brings them up to the station proper. He grabbed a hold of Alcra’s hand. So when they step out, people will see who she is with.

To not leave his sister out of it. He intertwined his other arm with Luan’s to hold hands more closely. Yes, it was utterly shameless. But god is it exthrialing. No wonder people like having others glued to them as they walk. The elevators doors open. Smiling he started to walk through the station and out the front door.

The air was cold and crisp when he stepped outside. Overhead was a grey blanket of clouds that hid the sky. Giving the towering buildings of glass and metal a sense of dullness. The gloom was also felt with his cosmic senses. The situation going down in the other part of the city reminded him of the Avalantus fires.

Looking around he spotted an empty passenger airspeeder for them to use. Typically airspeeders are limited for a set of purposes due to the expensive nature of it and the legal paperwork needed to drive one. Taxi drivers, like himself, have the permit to drive one. It was wild to think how much his life changed since those days. They seem so dull in comparison to now.

He walked over to it with his escort. Letting go of their hands so they can climb into it. Sneaking in a light spank on both their cute butts as they do so. Getting a pleasant hum from Luan who looked back at him lovingly. As they buckle in he got in as well. He set his sight to the smartscreen on the dashboard and pressed in his account number. Much to his minor surprise, his account was still active. There was a worry that it would have closed down by now due to a long time of inactivity. With the Civil War it was likely that someone didn’t have the time to be bothered with him.

Now that he was greenlit by the computer, he has the right to drive out of the preprogrammed routes of the Skylanes. It was a perk he got in his last promotion in his taxi job. His employer was happy with his good track record of getting people to their destination on time so they gave him that bonus.

The engine of the airspeeder rumbled to life as Lincoln ignited it. Rising into the air in a gentle momentum. Leveling out at the required velocity he took a glance around. At this height he can see a good chunk of the city from here. While he doesn’t visit Javalus as much as Avalantus. He does know quite a bit about it, mainly the major cities. In the distance he could see smoke billowing from the skyscrapers. A foreboding sight and something that he’s not driving towards.

Although his awareness is limited he could still sense that ugly lifeforce in a different direction. Cross referencing it with the map on the dashboard, he can tell it was heading along a sewer network that led to a concrete storm drain canal. Close to the sea. Putting in more gas he drove in a brisk amount of speed.

It took several minutes to get to that side of the city. They could see the river and its steep slopes from this high up. Finding an empty road that goes along it he makes their descent. Cruising softly down on the edge. There was nothing in the canal but he could feel something coming. A quarter mile away he could see the canal pours out into the sea.

Stepping out of the airspeeder he went to the edge of the canal. The water was fairly low. The dry strip is famous for illegal street racing. For the canal is generally clear enough that drivers can go as fast they wish down them.

Looking around and using his senses to help him, his gaze hone on an open storm grate a distance away. A female figure lumbers out of it. The person clearly saw better days with her ragged and disheveled appearance. Ash, black mud, and dried blood clings to what used to be an attractive form. Her right arm was reduced to a bloody stump to the middle of her bicep.

He knew right away it was one of his sisters. And from her dark aura, knew which one she was. The head of a criminal organization that was suffering a fiery death. It dawned on him why she went to the sewers. To possibly escape from the bloodbath. But it doesn’t seem she has much fight in her.

The way she walked reminded him of stories where criminals who after a gunfight or a fall from power, they would find someplace, usually the pier strangely, to die alone. It was sadly poetic. They strove for power all their lives yet in the end they all die alone and cold. Never to be remembered.

Then he noticed another woman appearing above the narrow strip of water. Onyx locks billow in the soft breeze. Garbed in black attire with her left forearm coated in darkness that extends into a blade blacker than the dark void. She was Lucy, and she was staring solemnly at who he can guess to be Lily. A gaze that told that Lily was condemned.

Lily stops her progress. Snarling at her estranged sister. A vile power well up around her. Lincoln could tell that she was scrapping what power she had left. The air began to seep with bedlam. She rose her stump to the sky.

A swirl of black mud amalgamate into a grotesque sphere the size of a car. Lily shouted at Lucy. Spewing forth curses out of anger and resentment. Who only simply raised her blade.

The dark power within the sphere multiplied. Shivers ran down Lincoln's spine. It was a bomb. Lily was planning to bring Lucy down to hell with her. But not only that. It was far above any normal bomb. Tulam would be able to tell it’s a facsimile of a very cruel bomb that locked a world in endless cycles of pain and despair during the Psion Invasion. Lily was not only going to just damn Lucy, but the entire world as well.

The bomb started to give a glow. Lucy flew at Lily with unnatural speed. But his senses told him that she’s not going to be fast enough. Someone screamed out Lily’s name and it took him a second to realize it was him calling out to her. He saw Lily flinch and pause for a brief moment. Her eyes glance to his own.

The bomb vanished. A giant, disembodied, light blue hand pinch it between feminine fingers. Destroying it as if it were nothing more than a weak candle flame. Even in the end, Lily's struggles were fruitless. The hand gave off no aura. Yet Lincoln could feel a great weight beyond the boundaries of mundane senses. A presence that felt older than the star behind the clouds.

Lily didn’t register the fact that Lucy drove her blade through her chest. Like the bomb, her sickly aura was sucked away into nothingness. Lincoln watches with a stunned expression as Lucy rips her blade out of Lily.

No blood came spewing out. For the blade did not attack the physical. But the very soul.

Everything that was Lily is gone. Her body and mind were reduced to a vegetive state. She was still awake. But her consciousness was gone.

Lily’s body fell backward onto the concrete. The Founder of the sinister Qayin Syndicate. A woman who spent centuries in cruelty and bloodshed. Built the foundation to a shadow empire with the bones of countless. And here she lay, dead in neither a blaze of glory or even in whimper.

If Lincoln had his full senses he would feel the rest of Lily’s influence disappearing. The mud and the demonic syndictists crumple into dust in the wind as if they were all snapped away. Her empire too, was finally brought to an end. Lucy’s shades would stick around a little while to help free any trapped civilians in the rubble.

The giantess hand was simply gone. And then he felt the presence clearer. Its volume is aeonic in its depth. Lincoln turn his gaze to see another figure on the other side of the canal. Garbed in a black business suit. Her skin was the same color as the disembodied hand moments prior.

She was staring down at Lily with a blank expression. Like she wasn’t truly looking at Lily. But an observer who couldn't give much attention to an insignificant microbe that tried to wail at an uncaring universe. Lincoln couldn’t help but feel a strange sensation that the being was out of place. While he couldn’t feel the universal vibrations anymore, her presence was so otherworldly that he could feel it despite that.

Her black eyes flick up to meet his gaze. In that moment when their eyes met. He suddenly felt extremely small.

From where he was standing she looked small. Yet he felt like a small mouse that knew that something far bigger and ancient was looking at them. As if the sun was literally staring down on him. A powerful sense of the sublime overwhelmed him. Her black eyes surrounded with a simmering yellow sclera shone a very ancient soul.

Under her gaze he felt exposed. As if his very guts and bones were laid out for her. His buried guilt came to the surface. This was worse than Vega giving him a disappointed stare. It felt as if his sins were being judged.

A soft body glomping him broke their eye contact. Dispelling his internal storm of emotions. His eyes shot down to see Lucy embracing him. Her sword now gone so that she could hug him. Although he could only see the top of her head he could feel heat coming off of her face into his chest. Why was she blushing?

“Lucy has prophetic dreams.” A dignified, dry voice beside him made him jolt in surprise. His veins turn to ice when he realizes the strange woman is now standing a few feet away. She was looking at Lucy with a tinge of maternal affection. “Been having them ever since she was a child. Those night terrors you probably know were actually glimpses of your departure. Then they started acting up around twenty years ago. Largely around you.”

That was surprising to know. It gave those days more clarity of why she acted so strangely. As well more guilt ridden that he didn’t realize it. But that feeling passed when it dawned on him why Lucy was being this embarrassed then.  “Oh...Oh.” Lucy was dreaming about him and his harem. He doesn’t know what to make of that but considering she wasn’t repulsed by it he can make an easy guess that she was okay with it.

Not wanting to stand there awkwardly he returned the hug in a brotherly way. Holding her tightly to him. The moment while beautiful was dampened by the sight of their motionless sister still laying in the canal. The sight was depressing. He didn’t want to see it any longer. “Luan, take Lily back to the ship.” He spoke somberly. The mentioned sister gave a nod before she and Lily’s body disappeared out of thin air.

Silence hung in the air for a minute. The strange woman seems to let the reunited siblings enjoy their embrace. And he was grateful for that. For his mind was still reeling a bit from the last several minutes. A flurry of emotions batter his chest. That scene wasn’t something one can shrug off after all.

Lucy seems to finally muster the courage to speak up albeit still burying her face into his chest. “I’ve been...waiting for this. For a long time.” Her voice was fairly monotone. Yet it shook with pent up emotion.

“Y-yeah…?” Was all he could say in response. His gaze shifts to the other woman who seems to be passively looking at them. “Uhm, thank you for stopping that miss.” There was a need to express some sort of gratitude towards her.

She simply looked at him. Giving a short hum before responding. “I am a bit intrigued by you. You very much remind me of a cousin of mine. A promiscuous soul who indulges in endless dalliances. The two of you would get along rather well. Despite that, you carry traits he lacks.” She notes in a casual manner.

“Oh, I do?” He shifted his weight uneasily. Still off putt by her presence. He never felt anything like her before. She felt similar to him but different. That they were both far beyond the realm of the mundane. But was curious at the same time as to what she could have ment. Since as said, he doesn’t know much about her.

“Yes. Which makes things easier.” She paused, looking over to Lucy in his arms. “I know you’re bringing your family together. While I’m against the debauchery. I give you my blessings nonetheless. I’ll go retrieve Leni for you, she’s hiding in her own pocket plane which at your current growth, you’re unable to breach it.” There was a sense of a condescending attitude to that last sentence.

He could understand why of course. There was a gap of experience between them that may as well span the known universe. Tulam can feel the radiation of her being as well. Like Lincoln her soul was akin to a great sea, only it was much smaller than Lincoln in  comparison. And there was a sense of maturity to it that Lincoln lacks.

His triggered inferiority complex aside, he spoke up again. “You’re helping out? I mean I’m grateful don’t get me wrong. This is just the first time I met you.” It was odd to get help just like that. Especially from somehow with as many question marks like her,

She peers into the distance. Following her gaze to the distant smoke from the skyscrapers that answer became obvious. “Your sisters are loose cannons. Bent into tools with no free will. The entity silence is unlikely to last. Given what they are capable of, you are far more preferable to hold the reins over your sisters than a being who bears no empathy towards Hoshizora.” That was a chilling thought for Lincoln. Given what could have happened, it felt unlikely that the entity would have interfered. In that light he couldn’t argue that logic.

The strange woman looked back at him. “So I’m leaving Lucy into your care. If this is her choice then I won’t stand in her way. That said, I’ll be taking my leave. I’ll be dropping off Leni at your ship. Ah, of course, where are my manners. My name is Hekatos.” With that said she simply vanished into thin air. He felt something be lifted off the area as well. Telling him that Hekatos must have put a field over the canal so that no one would notice Lily’s last attempt to cause misery.

Lincoln looked down to Lucy who was still clinging onto him. With the absence of Hekatos their hands began to drift ever so slowly. Lincoln tested his boundaries by groping her waist, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. “I’ve been waiting for so long. I-I touched myself to you every night…" she confesses in a ragged breath.

The bluntness surprised him a bit. That aside he gave a sly smirk. “Oh? And where have you touched yourself?” It was only a naughty tease yet she took his hand into her own. Guiding it down to slip behind her waistband. Making his hand caress something very hot and damp.

The fact she was being this lewd with Alcra next to them erased all possibility of doubt that she knows what she is getting herself into. From their close contact he was lucid enough to be aware of the hurriness. Her desire to be fucked by him was strong. Looking underneath it he could see why she was afraid. She wants him to claim her before the entity comes back and splits them apart again.

In a strange mix of lust and the brotherly desire to protect her. He led her over to the airspeeder and opened the door to the backseat. As he does so he looks over to Alcra. “Lana won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. So we have time to prowl around. Fly us somewhere you think we can pick up some cuties. In the meanwhile I’ll be committing several permit violations.” He felt Lucy shiver in both excitement and anticipation at that.

Helping his sister inside he watched her lay down on the seat. Her black locks spilling out around her head. Coming inside he motioned his knees around her waist. He could sense a pitch in Lucy breathing as her brother straddle her.

Lincoln reached down to brush her bangs out of her eyes. Revealing her rather beautiful eyes. They were a pale, ghostly blue, almost gray in tone; Lucy seemed nervous about being seen like this, as though Lincoln may change his mind about her. Her flesh was pale yet her face was as red as a tomato.

They exchanged breathless words in both their gaze and body. Eager hands strip each other's clothes off. In seconds his darling sister was naked beneath him. She could see her bare, humble size breast and his gaze drift downward to her taut stomach and further down to her hips, only slightly wider than the rest of her. Then, right between her milky thighs, is something he’ll give a lot of attention to.

"You're breathtaking, Lucy." He said quietly as he looked into his sister's eyes. She looked surprised by that, but nonetheless smiled and pulled him a kiss. Moans and lewd sounds filled the airspeeder as it took off into the air.

Meanwhile up over to his cosmic self. He stepped out of the study and into the rather large laboratory that contained many advanced machinery that Tulam plopped in it. There on a flat operating table the form of Lily took shape from Luan connecting what’s left of her soul to him. With melancholy he went over to her.

Lily was still very much a vegetable. Her soul was now blank. No residue of her powers could be found either. She was now the equivalent to a newly born infant. It was darkly poetic. Since Lily was taken away with them when she was only a baby.

With focus it was an easy affair to clean up her body. Orange ripples of energy wash over her body in the real world. Restoring her body to perfect health. Even regrowing her missing arm.

He let out a deep sigh. Glancing over to Tulam who he was sure would be interested in a blank soul. Or would he not? Psions do seem to like souls with life in them and not empty husks.

Looking back to Lily’s emotionless face he finally spoke up. “I mourn for the sister I lost centuries ago.“ He started. Reaching out a hand to brush her cheek. “Not the beast that wore her flesh and committed heinous acts.” It hurt saying that. Deep down even if that was the truth, He still considered her his sister.

Looking down over her limp body he then looked to Tulam who he assumed would be nearby. “We’ve been recreating memories to fit a narrative. And given what you told me, I take it you’re talented in creating lives from the ground up? I want...to sculpt a better image of Lily. Truly replaced all traces she was. So that if anyone saw her, they would never make the connection.”

Back on the ship, Clere and Relian happily accepted their task. They were already quite friendly with eachother, being long time partners. It just so happened that prior they never had any sort of interest in female bodies. However with their interests in males seeing its recent and rather significant reduction down to just one, there was ample room for their interests to expand. Alcra quickly impressed on them her idea for effective unit cohesion, and in their current states of mind it was not exactly much of a stretch to make the two of them open to the idea of expanding their own relationship. They thus departed to start learning new and interesting things about eachother in the sleeping quarters. Alcra meanwhile prepared herself by getting into her armor, as she didn't actually have many articles of clothing that were suitable for walking about in an environment such as the urban centers of Javalus or Avalantus, so she just tended to wear her armor. She mused that this might need to change if Lincoln decided so, but for now she took what she had, and that was the armor. Helpfully it let her bring along the rest of her equipment, like her weapons, along.

Which was something rather handy, since she drew those weapons as they came across the battle scene. Her rifle with a bayonet on the end, raised in preparation. Alcra was not so foolish as to believe this weapon would be all too effective, but she was not one to go without a fight. Besides, she had something to protect, and she would do that to her every last extent. She didn't lower her guard until she was sure that Lucy and the other mysterious individual were both not threats. And even then she glanced about the area, looking around just in case. She rose her rifle when she noticed a faint glimmer in the far distance, wondering if it was a weapon, but it faded as quick as it appeared, seemed to be nothing. Alcra finally allowed herself to calm.

Alcra gave Lincoln a nod as she got the order, "Understood. However sir, if I may caution, that Hekatos individual shouldn't be trusted. They know far too much, the argument is far too logical. That is premediated, and therefore dangerous. I would suggest preparing counter measures just in case. In any instance, I think I know a good recruiting site." With that, she got into the taxi, preparing to drive them along.

During the drive, Tulam was of course nearby in the house. He had been working on limiting Lucy's powers now. He responded to Lincoln in the mental scape with a smirk on his face, "Obviously I can do that. You'll have to be a little specific in what you want however, creating a person from scratch is a complicated process. Even the most boring of individuals are a collections of countless unique events, their memories and emotions creating a very complex individual. I can do it, of course. I have sampled countless people and their memories, so I can compile a number of those, give them some modifications, and create a new life. And I should tell you something else. This new Lily... Will be quite powerless at first. I can make use of her unique genetic templates to recreate a deal of powers, of course. But even those things are dependent on memories and emotions, with how one is taught to use those powers. I'm going to need to work on some seminal memories to act as her bedrocks, and then extrapolate how she develops her powers from there. That might take some extra time if you want me to train her more properly. But trust me, it's a good investment. My experience is far greater than anything you can get otherwise. Just tell me what you're aiming for, and I can do it." He then paused, his smirk growing, "I will want something in exchange, of course. A favor. I need to restart my own operations as well, I can't have just you getting what you want by riding off my coatails. I'm going to need you to get something of mine back. What it is, I'll tell you later. Just agree you'll do it and I'll give you a new sister." He was however extremely amused at Lincoln speaking about mourning a sister he lost, and differenating her from the monster. Tulam found that positively hilarious, because he did not. It was up to Lincoln to get him to explain why however.

As for Alcra, she had driven the taxi towards what seemed to be a relatively out of the way pub in a quiet area of the city. It was no sleazebar, it was in a relatively nice area. It was simply quiet and contained. Few eyes were watching, optimal conditions for a hunt. Alcra parked the vehicle nearby and emerged, beginning her scouting. She then smirked as she noticed one woman standing outside, sitting on a bench and stretching her back. It was an Anubite woman. She just casually relaxing right now, but she did have an impressive body. Likely was on break from her job right now.

Alcra wearing armor in an urban setting didn’t bother him even if she had casual attire. From what he knew of her kind they always like to be prepared to serve the Grand Drake. Many aspects of their culture is geared around security and the military. He recalls a moment where he drove a Watrike to his destination and heard him making small remarks of how inefficient the taxi was. Relying too much on luxury than safety the Watrike noted. In that light it wouldn’t be odd to him to see Watrike wearing their armor even in urban cities. He should ask more about this from Alcra sometime later. After all the more he knows about Watrikes the more he knows about Alcra.

He was reminded of the urgency of what they were doing when he caught a glimpse of what Alcra saw thanks to their bonded senses. Yes, they were in a city. There are a hundred things that could glimmer in the far distance. If one was a normal civilian that is what they would think it was and carry on their day. But to someone who lived in the underground he was conditioned to be paranoid and cautious to even the slightest abnormality.

Alcra words were welcomed. It was clear to him that due to his nature he was able to grasp more of Hekatos true nature. Thus he was glad that to Alcra she seemed like a normal woman. ”She certainly doesn’t like me. The abruptness of that felt like she was trying to get it done and over with. We’ll know more in a second.” Given he was about to connect with Lucy. Through her they can hopefully find the answers they were looking for.

The sinful union was crystallized several minutes later. A flood of new memories came into his being. He put most of it aside and went to pick out the most relevant ones. And even when he tried to limit himself he was still almost overwhelmed by all the new information.

Hekatos is a Welkin. Or more specifically, a Titaness. Who are the race of immortals who ruled a portion of the Auinozoaun Universe after the Protogenoi, and before the rise of the Zeidaen. Many centuries ago, Lucy met her and eventually became an apprentice under her. For one of Hekatos’s domains is over magic itself. Looking through the previous days of Lucy’s memory. Meeting them indeed was planned. He could sense Lucy's excitement during it. Looking in other parts of Lucy's older memories he saw what he assumed to be the cousin that Hekatos mentioned.

Yeah, that’s fair. No wonder Hekatos doesn’t like him when she has to deal with Ceraunius shenanigans since time immemorial.

Welkin is a term that generally means celestial. An umbrella term to label the cosmic beings that make up the Ten Houses of Ana'hosas which is pretty much a romanticized way of saying ethnic groups. Five years ago they were properly discovered by Anubites. Establishing first contact between two very distant groups. Since then, and the fact Lucy wasn’t being restrained, she finally told Hekatos and the others in her social group where she came from. Since some other Welkins were already getting involved with Hoshizora affairs, Hekatos showed no concern in potentially being seen while helping Lucy out.

And there was a mountain trove of information that he still needs to go through. Tulam would have a fun time looking at it all. Speaking of memories he thought upon what Tulam said as his cosmic self stood next to the table. Something told him that Tulam wouldn’t have to build from complete scratch. His understanding of his power, mostly his fusion, progressed from his acquisition of Lisa’s knowledge of many complicated fields of science such as quantum indeterminacy and the like. If he is able to draw upon information from a future possible state of an object. Then could he look at all possible states of an object due to the fact that the Wave Function is a real thing? Especially if one were to agree with the many worlds interpretation.

That would require testing so for now he’ll leave it to Tulam. It’s only right to give him time to shine after all. Especially for a Psion. Thus he just gave a shrug. “I figured to let the professional decide what is best. It’s as you said, you have far more experience than me. And this also somewhat reminds me when people roll their vehicles into the shop and I didn’t want to sound like a customer who somehow knows more than the mechanic. And I dealt with...challenged individuals. But you’re right, it does help to give you an idea. I don’t mind with her being powerless at the start. We’re nerfing us after all. Hmm I suppose it could be something that reinforces the idea that I was destined to be her master. Say she was born and everything was the same up till she was taken away with us. And uh hmm..” He then paused.

It was also tricky to think of a story to fit with any potential power. Even if Lily was now empty his blood was still in her genes. So Tulam has a lot of potential to come up with new powers for Lily. Let’s see, it seemed the entity used his blood to sculpt his sisters to serve different purposes. To narrow it all to aspects. Lori is Light, Leni is Boundary, Luna is Song, Luan is Chaos, Lynn is War, Lucy is Darkness, Lana is Industry, Lola is Mind, and Lisa is Science. So perhaps Lily can revolve around Peace? That would further differentiate her and the criminal she once was. Thinking about the grand cathedral Alcra showed his sisters he was beginning to get an idea. “How about if the entity showed out her soul when it puppeted her body. And through the link between she ended up slipping into a temple that exists in another realm. A temple built in my name. There she became a priestess and spent years taking care of the place of worship. Then when the beast was dispelled from her body she was brought back to serve her final everlasting purpose.”

He then snorted. Having a good feeling of what it was. If it is what he thinks it is, then it looks like he has all the more reasons to visit Trikon. “You’ve been generous up to this point Tulam, so of course I’ll do a favor for you.” A sigh then left him when he felt Tulam’s amusement practically radiating off of him. Given their connection it was obvious that he would have felt his true feelings. He was speaking from an Iammelonian standpoint rather than his own. Iammelonian are wired to show disgust at anything that goes against their values. Even for children, if one sees another showing sympathy for, say, socialism that child is expected to bash their head in with a large rock. Okay that was an exaggeration but one can get the point. For him, Lily was still his sister no matter what happened.

Back on the mundane level. Lincoln and Lucy both got redressed before the airspeeder landed. Reaching out with his senses he could see who Alcra was looking at. The Anubite certainly has an appealing form. ”You brought me to a very good place Alcra, well done. I’m already smitten with the Anubite lass. Of course we’re out in public so going the direct route is a bad idea. I would love to hear your advice on how we should go with this.” He mentally chime to Alcra. Lucy, whose mind has now rationalized the changes done to her, is at his side ready for whatever he might need. Her embarrassment was now replaced with confidence and obedience.

Tulam had his own stances on these Welkin, and of course being a true Psion he had no qualms in sharing, "These 'Celestials' do seem quite fascinating. Quite the arrogant word for their kind but then again, I suppose that would be a little lacking self awareness even for me, being a 'Psion'. Although... They would be a lovely little examination. So many lovely memories, a long life with a powerful soul. There must be many emotions swirling in there, even if they don't show them. How I would love to rip that out. I haven't feasted on memories and souls for quite some time, you know. I was in that chamber for a good long time after all. And I didn't get the chance with this sister of yours either, so I remain in need. Maybe next time they show up I'll go for the snack... Really, I do just need something." He wore a malicious grin, but he also didn't seem too serious about it. It was clear however that Tulam did need to the thing Psions were quite famous for; consuming memories and souls. Although whether or not it was a Welkin was not quite set, this was just Tulam's way of saying "I'm hungry".

The Psion then swapped tones, taking on a more professional attitude as he got more into his work attitude. He seemed pleased, "I do have plenty to work with, however. Nothing truly is built from total scratch, or at least anything that isn't a basic component! And we're creating a person, who a culmination of all their past experiences! But do please disavow idiotic ideas of just taking whatever you want from any point of time. The future isn't a constant thing, not in people. The only thing you can simulate the future of is directly aging up the current form of an organism. For a person, if I just did that to you, I'd just be able to make your body nice and old and see how it would look in a thousand years! But you wouldn't gain a thousand years of unique memory. You'd be the same person, just with an older body. No shortcuts, vessel. So unless you want an old hag or a child, we're doing this one my way." The mental form of Tulam flicked Lincoln's forehead, although he was careful not to use his claws. He had his gentle side.

He then floated over to Lisa properly and put a hand over her head, speaking calmly, "Now then, a prophet is what you want? I can work with that. I've got the memories of plenty of holy men floating about in my head, combine that with a few other things and I can make something nice. It was pretty easy to consume the peaceful types, after all, so I have many of those. But temple of another realm is nonsense, we can do better than that. Temple of the mind, now that's the fun one. Preparing the temple as more of a symbolic way of preparing herself for you. Let's throw in some 'prophetic visions' too for some extra spice! Always good to add a little fanaticism, that makes one more fun. But I'll keep her peaceful, just dedicated. The beast being dispelled will be not her being brought back, but be given salvation. Sounds good, right? Now I'll have to work a bit harder on, but I'm thinking some sort of aura." He was working as he spoke, rather quickly rewriting Lisa. One hand over her head, building an entire life's story for her, while his other hand was on his chin as he mused about potential ideas. Tulam was having fun.

While continuing to work, Tulam smiled at Lincoln, "Good! Now you were going to do it regardless but it is nice to know you are grateful. What I want is two fold. I need to retrieve two things of interest to me. The first is of course something you can guess, I want that information Roono stole from me. Which means I need to see his research notes, perhaps recover my prototype. That'll mean visiting the planet the lizards were made on. The second thing I need is my skeleton, of my original body before it was destroyed. That wasn't in the facility oddly, so we need to find it. Why do I need my broken bones? There's a reason for it that you shall see, but I do need them. Besides, they are mine anyways, so I want them returned."

Back out in the physical world, Alcra gave Lincoln a nod, "I believe I have an idea, sir. This is of course a pub, a location where individuals consume alcohol. The Anubite does not appear to have consumed very much, but unless people have been paying very much attention then they will be unlikely to notice how much she has had already. With your abilities sir, I believe you can induce a state that looks to the outside world as being what I have heard referred to as 'blackout drunk'. And then a concerned citizen posing as a friend, such as myself, could call a Taxi to take her, carrying her to a nearby Taxi for such a purpose. You of course are the Taxi driver, and you can thus pull her away to work upon in a more secluded area. This is quite a criminal action, I am aware, but it is unlikely to be noticed by police if the Anubite shows up to work on time tomorrow and is seen by friends or family to be fine, and she can of course back up the story herself once brought into the cause. From there we have a much better position to work with. Do you find this idea acceptable?"