Elizabeth sealed the apex chamber with a heavy click. The adaptive resonance walls hummed once, then settled into smooth, dark panels that blocked every sound from the rest of the Worldship.
No alerts, no crises, no one else. Just the four of them for the next twenty-four hours.
"Strip," she ordered.
Aiden stood in the center. Calypso and Bela dropped to their knees on either side of him without hesitation. Calypso's heavy breasts swayed, still full and leaking from her recent pregnancy.
Bela's silver hair fell over her shoulders as she kept her eyes down, the faint divine markings on her skin already starting to glow softly.
Elizabeth circled them slowly, peeling off her own clothes first. She grabbed Calypso's chin and tilted her face up. "You first. Show your Emperor how well the Church trained that mouth."
Calypso opened wide and took Aiden's cock between her lips, sucking steadily. Elizabeth pushed Bela's head forward. "Together. Tongues on the shaft. Compete for it."
