Empyrea let out a deep sigh as Sugarglider's soft, and obviously untrained lips touched her shaft. She was so pent up that her body wanted to ejaculate the moment the girls tongue caressed the tip of her cock. But she resisted the urge, this little trophy would swallow her cream, bathe in it and ask for more before she was through. She noticed that a crowd had gathered, drawn by the flames and now by this obscene display going on in the middle of the ruined street.
"Pathetic aren't they?" She reached down, grabbed Sugarglider's head, and shoved it down over her phallus, groaning at the tight feel of her throat. She let go and held her hands out, arcs of green energy snaked out from her fingers like bolts of lightning, burning all the onlookers to cinders.
"There. No more spectators. Now then....I believe I am done with your world for today. Let us go somewhere more comfortable." With a snap of her fingers she signaled her flagship. "Private chambers...now." A coherent beam of iridescent light encompassed them, and when it died they were within her personal bedchamber. The walls made from a shimmering, translucent purple metal. Every comfort and vice could be found within this room, but for now she only needed the bed. With a simple motion she grabbed and tossed Sugarglider onto her massive bed. And before the girl could react Empyrea straddled the girl's chest, her throbbing phallus laying across her face.
"Pay attention girl. Attend to your mistress."