Sci-Fi RP Negotiating the Way of Space Elven Connections

Mala felt her muffled voice weakly vibratingbaround his tongue, the older elf sliding hus hands along the younger human, her body likely wouldn't even hold up against him if he tried to play roughly. But she felt his hands grasp onto her body all the same, fondling her ass as if she was some young woman in a bar rather than an established political figure. He pulled back slowly. "Perhaps I'll need a little more convincing?" He rested to her. The Terran feeling.. some jabbing against her.
 
"Hmm? It sounds like you are willing in spirit." He said tilting his head at her, the Elfs leering eyes cutting over her body. He saw merely a woman in his hundreds of years old eyes. The primary feeling this hands hands wander around her body, grasping her skirt to pull it up. 'You will have to show me your appreciation afterwards, if you fear your flesh betraying you "
 
She jumped as he pulled up her skirt, before swallowing and nodding to him "Wh... When I am... rejuvenated, I will show you all my appreciation..." She mumbled, a crimson blush across her face, even as the vitae he'd given her with the kiss smoothed out more of her wrinkles, starting to show just how pretty she had been in her youth.
 
While she moved and flustered under the attention, Mala'konzo smothered her clothing. "You'll be a noble woman when you return from the process, I will see you thoroughly cared for." He said as he gave her another squeeze before releasing her hindquarters to begin staging his orders to have the treaties sent to the woman's offices.
 
She moaned softly, almost under her breath as Mala smoothed down her clothes and then gave her rear another squeeze, nodding along to his words "Y-Yes... I... I cannot wait, Envoy..." She mumbled, every part of her mind just wanting it, wanting it now, wanting to be young again, wanting to be the sole Noble ruler of the world.
 
The Elf wyed her, letting her feel his gaze relish over hee rejuvenating youth, this being that would keep her from aging, and strengthen her people...alviet her focus now was more on herself. Mala spun her around, swatting her on the backside firmly to ward her back to her office. "Your world will need an heir, to show good faith between us " He said. "We will have to deliver our technology to you. Or you will have to go up our vessel."
 
“Wha-Whatever you think is better” she replied dazedly, clearly lost in the thoughts of her youth and vitality returned to her as she headed from the room. But sadly for Mala, he’d receive a communication, congratulating him on his success in allying the world, but also instructing him to move on immediately, to another planet his people wanted brought into their sphere of influence.
 
As he received the communications, he rubbed his chin reading the message. A Pitt he wouldn't get to enjoy the Primary. But he would still see her granted their little deal. He sent back his acknowledgements and that he had to honor only one final dealing to secure the alliance. Then he would send for the resurrectionists aboard the ship, expert surgeons and doctors. Technology so ancient and strange that lesser species believed it to be mystical arts. It would be allotted as a slow job, to rejuvenate the Promary over time and give her a few implants and surgeries to completely fix any alignments or failing human organs completely. Her changes would be gradual, to save Mala time for his journey and to ensure she had no dangers to her being. But now that she was to be nobility, certainly she would have all she so needed.
 
After he made those last few preparations, he was soon shuttled back aboard his vessel, the last Wisp sent down with the requisite doctors and specialists to rejuvenate the Primary... and as a slow job, well... perhaps he'd be back intime to see her when the last operation was completed. But for now, he was in his quarters with Miria, his Se idly wrapping her finger with her hair and unspiraling it, whilst the warp engines readied themselves, sending the vessel on its hours long journey to the next world... Or at least, that was the plan. Around halfway through however, the vessel was suddenly wrenched from the alternate space, caught in an interdiction field as the captain would find alerts of airlocks being forced open flashing across his screens. In the time it would take for an Alert to be sounded, giant robots of an unknown design had forced their way into every important compartment aboard, stunning the crew working there and tying them up before moving onwards, to their next targets. The first thing Mala and Miria would know was the door violently being ripped down, revealing two such machines stomping in. But unlike the rest of the droids, they didn't open fire with their Stun rounds, instead they merely tracked the pair as an armoured figure sauntered in, clearly happy with themselves.
 
Mala watched the figure saunter into the chamber, the Envoys brief glimpse at the mechanized support and the figure themselves telling him that battling it out would be only a fruitless struggle in a direct action. He folded his arms behind his back at the audacity of this attacker. "If this is a kidnapping, I would hope you are aware of the consequences." He said as he remained rather cool headed.
 
"Oh-Hoh, someones confident." The figure laughed, her voice immediately giving away her gender "It's not a Kidnapping, per se. Well, unless you think yourself worth something, then Ransom could well be discussed..." She moved closer, leaning in as he'd notice the fact that her suit was... well, it was modified Aelfen tech. Taking a salvaged battlesuit and turning into a fully sealed life support system?
 
"If you merely decided to attack an Aelfen official vessel so brazenly, I would assume you have more motivation than doing it for entertainment. More in particular to lay your sights upon the Claw of the Emperor in that mockery." He said as he laid a hand upon his chest. "If this is not a mere act of agression...ah. is this some attempt at recognition? Negotiation?"
 

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