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She had no objections to that. Standing up the whole time took a ton of energy out of a person, and that wasn't any fun at all. Délise followed Orion to the large pilot seat, watching it recline back into a more comfortable bed-like recliner. It wasn't up to much debate who would sit on who's lap. Délise pushed Orion into the chair and hungrily leaned on top of him.

The details after that point were, simply put, as one could imagine. Fleur was still fast asleep, caught under Délise's spell, and Délise made certain she and Orion weren't getting any shut-eye right there. A shame that Orion would probably not enjoy the last power in Délise's arsenal, at least not in a way he'd easily perceive it.

“Mm...” Délise brushed a hand through Orion's hair, and with her other fingering small circles against his chest. Her tail caressed Orion's lower part of the body, while she smiled at what she expected to be her new plaything. A prime target for Lilith's Enslavement, an isolated young man with a curiosity for the whole world.

“How has Earth been treating you so far, Orion?” Délise smirked.
 
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The pilot's chair was sturdy and strong.

Orion was, frankly, a little surprised that Fleur had managed to stay out the entire time. Then again, her lack of consciousness was due to Delise's hex magic and Orion had no idea how strong or how long that kind of stuff lasted. As far as he knew, the girl would be out of it until Delise said a trigger word or snapped her fingers. He somehow doubted that Fleur had awakened previously and was just pretending to be asleep out of privacy and embarrassment. She seemed like the kind of girl to do the exact opposite, actually.

Outside the window the sun was just beginning its slow descent over the ocean. Had the two of them been actually outside on, say, a lounge chair, their triste might have even been romantic. Also, if either of them had even been remotely romantic instead of just randy.

"Hehe... Earth has always been good. Things are just more rustic now than I'm used to. But if we're talking just about you..."

The arm around her waist gave her squeeze.

"... Then I think it's been damn good so far. Good enough to *ahem* continue my research."
 
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Fleur would wake up on her own, short of Délise cutting the hex short. She'd be pretty pissed when she woke up too, but by then it was rather too late to do anything. Délise and Orion got their fun.

All things considered, Délise was still a good listener. Hearing his opinion of Earth had her consider a new line of thought about this guy. Could it be... he was from the future or something? Like in Star Trek IV?

Délise tried not to consider whether she just romped with her own grandson or something. That could really kill a mood. Fortunately, Orion's squeeze around her waist brought her back to her very pleasant reality.

“I'm glad you've found something to study,” she laughed quietly, kissing Orion for a long moment, “Science is all about repeatable experimentation, after all.” She kissed again, her energy coming back to her quickly.
 
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"I'm glad you took up that joke because I was running out of science euphemisms."

The kisses were a particularly nice treat that Orion savored for as long as she was willing to hold them, and as long as she was willing to stay in his hold, sharing her warmth. Every kiss, though, made him a little more paranoid and a little more tired, strangely enough. He kept thinking that Fleur was going to wake up any second, given how long it had already been, and catch them both with their everything down. But every kiss also made him just a tiny bit more lethargic, and he quickly forgot about Fleur as he looked at Delise.

Eyelids a little droopy, he gave her another squeeze and even a playful pinch on the bottom.

"Hm... So I'm going to take an educated guess here, Delise... But do you have some kind of pheromone power that's making me sleepy here?"

Orion was still smirking at her.

"Don't let all my rolling and yelling fool you, but I do know a thing or two. And I can spot a pattern of cause and effects pretty quickly... Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I'd just rather you be open about it..."

Another pat on the bum.

"Hypnosis maybe?"
 
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Few men were so keen on asking questions right in the middle of her escapade. Perhaps all things considered, Orion was too curious of a 'spaceman' not to ask questions, especially not as they progressed. Délise wasn't so quick to answer him, of course. His first guess had Délise shaking her head slightly, her finger playing along the bottom of Orion's chin.

“No, not quite.” She shifted against Orion, continuing to tease him. Once he made another guess, Délise's smile widened a little. She wasn't so quick to shake her head this time. Délise observed Orion's eyes fluttering open and shut, and her tail took her hand's place underneath his chin. She pushed it up, so her lips would reach his another time.

“Closer,” She breathed. “You will be more open to my suggestions, but I can't make you do anything you'd find dangerous. Aside from me,” Délise straddled Orion, grinning. “Soon enough, I might be all you can think about. You'll be begging to... experiment with me.”

She stretched her arms along Orion's, pulling them up over his head. A feeling of metal would clasp over his wrists and ankles, holding them in place against each other. Along the back of the pilot's chair, Délise had formed a playful set of thin, silver manacles. A chain ran along between his ankles, and another from there up to his wrists. It'd hold him in place as Délise rose up and sauntered away.

“I'm not finished with you yet. But my sis should be waking soon, and I can't have her right in the middle of my fun,” Délise grinned. “And I can't have you running off either. Wait for me, dear?”

It was a showcase of her last little bit of power. She could summon things seemingly out of nowhere. A delightful little brand of things.
 
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"Um... Mind control rays?"

Orion had progressed to the point that he was focusing on keeping one eye open while the other remained mostly shut. Even then his open eye was half lidded as he felt his energy being slowly drained by her kiss. He was still smiling and enjoying himself at least, and the sleepiness had yet to dull his thought processes.

Her explanation did not quite get to the core of his question, but just clarified what would be happening to him. When he thought it about it, he could see and feel exactly what she meant. It was like that grey zone between coherently-tipsy and piss-drunk. He could feel and think just enough to know he was slipping. Plus, her little joke gave him a chuckle and a quick infusion of awakedness.

There was no resistance when she restrained him, though he did turn his head to look around at exactly what she had done. For an instant, there was surprise. It was quickly replaced by approving nods and curious inquisition, then a glint of knowing as she got off him.

"I'll wait. But you should hold up too..."

A pair ofrobot arms descended rapidly from the ceiling, right in front of Delise. Both were equipped with a metal glove like the one he had been wearing, one left and one right. They were clamped into fists and crackling with visible electricity. Orion himself was grinning and staring at Delise through one open eye.

"... My ship doesn't exactly like me being too restrained, dear. So don't get too ahead of yourself... Now I can tell you like being on top, and I do as well. And I can confidently say that you're dug into my head. I'll be yours, Delise, I'll be your faithful hound. But I WON'T be your cozy lap dog... Make sense...?"
 
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Having those electrifying fists threaten Délise was quite a... shocking display. She stopped in her tracks very quickly enough, a few feet from Fleur who still slumbered on. Fleur was starting to shift around a bit, however, wiping at her drool before rolling onto her other side. Despite the urgency and the apparent danger, Délise still didn't drop her confident demeanour. Orion had the home field advantage, sure, but Délise wasn't so easily toppled.

“On my lap or underneath your paws, a dog still has their master,” Délise snapped her fingers. One of the bracelets around Orion's wrists evaporated into nothing, freeing one hand. He'd be able to work the chains off if he so wanted, but she figured that was enough to warrant the ship a bit of leeway for her to grab Fleur.

“I will be back shortly, Orion. I look forward to my new pet,” she waited until the ship granted her leave. Even the biggest dogs will eventually get comfortable on their master's lap. Even if it meant throwing them a bone or two.
 
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The ship did not initially let go Delise go, even when she released one of Orion's wrists. But after he nodded to the pair of metal gloves, the electricity faded and the arms slowly retracted into the ceiling. One of the hands pointed a stern finger at Delise just as it disappeared from view, and Orion chuckled as he started to release himself. The hatch on the floor soon slid open afterward.

"I'll leave the door unlocked for you then."

He was thankful that it seemed like Delise was going to carry away her sister to somewhere else because Orion did not think he had the energy to put on the facade again. Chances were that he was just going to fall asleep in the pilot's chair anyway once he was fully unshackled, and not even bothering to put his pants back on.

As for Delise... A part of him was wary about allowing himself to be her hound as it were. Of course it would be too. There was no sugar coating it, he was going to be subservient to her in one way or another AND he had no idea to what extent it would be. But Orion was also smart enough to know why he found himself liking the position. It's what got him where he was. He liked impressing others and fulfilling their orders. Being a dog wasn't as bad as some thought.
 
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