The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 266: Cruising along 4*

Parc inspected his lodging, silently marvelling at the regal modernity of it all. The slick black couch that sat there stoically like a mountain in a plain of flat silver glass, the small crystal chandelier, it wasn't large, and it didn't quite dangle considering the solid shaft connecting it to the roof. And even the many, other expensive artefacts scattered about expertly.

Some soft footsteps turned his head to Blake, she'd arrived by one of the doors and had pushed it open and was peering into the bedroom. Just like everything else it was brilliant and expensive. Little more could be said about it than it was what a rich man wanted from a cruise suite.

Following down her back, Parc's gaze fell to her pert ass. The crevice her pants formed around her cheeks. 'It would be so easy.' He commented, a sparkle rose to his gaze that even from where she was standing, caused hairs across Blake's body to rise and stand erect. She didn't turn back, though her spine straightened, and her legs squirmed uncomfortably close together in this alluring manner that just told Parc she wasn't going to resist him if he bent her over and fucked her right there.

In barely five full-length strides, Parc was stood behind her. Not quite touching but should Blake even move backwards, even by a hairsbreadth, she'd be meeting with his body and fall to his grasp. Parc's hands rose to her shoulders but didn't connect with her. Instead, he slid them down her upper arms just off her shirt, but she could sense it, feel him there tingling her senses with his mere existence.

Even now, her pussy was quivering in her panties. She could feel them sticking uncomfortably close to her skin, digging into her slit and her crack. "It's quite beautiful, isn't it." Parc stared down at her ears, watching them twitch and jerk on high attention within the sleek black bow she always wore.

Keeping her head steady, Blake hid the molten in lust dashing of her eyes. He was too close. She'd been too close to him, too long and her team wasn't here. Summer wasn't here. No one was here. They were alone. No one she had to keep herself sane around. Parc watched as those thoughts rumbled about in the girl's mind, his hands constantly caressing her body as they glided teasingly over the air around her body until Blake trembled, her legs, they didn't quite give out as she didn't buckle forwards but instead, the Faunus kitty leaned back.

A wide smile grew on Parc's face as he instantly pressed his hands into her body. Both wrapped around her body in a lock with his hands digging into her supple yet taught belly. Petting her and causing weak mewls to whimper from her depths. Leaning himself down just close enough that he could tease the tip of her ear, he said, "tell me what you want Blake." Had she a tail, he had no doubt it would be swishing hornily.

Blake gulped, her voice was shaky and weak, laden with the lust that had been building over the weeks since he found her in the bathroom and made that torturous offer. Leaving her drymetaphorically speakingand trapped in a nigh endless state of estrus that not even her fingers and an hour could remedy satisfactorily.

"S-scratch my itch," Parc felt her steam up with heat, his smile widening further as her two felid ears shook and flattened against her scalp.

"And how do you want me to do that?" he descended on hand to her groin, pressed into her belly just above her womb and pushed and rolled a circle making her quiver and pant. His other hand lifted to her chest and trailing from the bottom of her vested orb, pushed into her plump tit-flesh in search of a little hardened nub to circle.

As his hand over her groin finds the button above her zipper, Parc fiddles with it, quickly removing it so his hand could tease further down her groin. By then Blake could already feel his turgid manhood pressing into her back. Thoughts visibly whiz about in her head, searching for what she wanted but unable to properly pick just one. With a wallowing gulp, she bit her lip and whined out the most prevalent of those thoughts. "Breed me."

Parc's motions halted, for a moment his eyes widened in surprise at her choice but just as quickly they narrowed amusedly. "Breed, is it? So you want a kid, do you? Or do you want me to fuck you like you're going to be the mother of my second child?" was it necessary to ask? Most certainly not, Parc knew that as much. This girl just wanted his dick inside her, to quell that horrible itchiness. Blake didn't reply, instead, she tilted her head up, her milk hazed eyes staring up at him with a face as scarlet as fire.

"I don't I don't care." That was more than enough for Parc as he clamped her tight in his grasp. Lifting her from the ground leaving her letting out a yelping noise from the weightlessness. Though this soon shifted as Parc remorselessly threw her onto the plush queen-sized bed. She landed on her belly but swiftly she rolled onto her back and propped herself into a seated position. Looking up at Parc, her expression was an indescribable visage he could only liken to an overly sensitive whore, excited to have her holes filled with cock and cum.

Stepping close to the bed, Parc unbuckles his pants, the buckles clink and the sliding of leather out the rings of fabric sent shivers across Blake. Only growing worse as he held the belt by its silver fastening, leaving the black leather serpent to hang at his side like a slave masters whip. "Strip." He ordered, the buckle in his hand groaned and leather whining from the tight grip he held it with.

Coursing with submissive desire, Blake nodded obediently and settled herself on her rump. First to be removed were her shoes, quickly followed by her top and vest were tossed to the side. Parc kept his head high, but eyes turned down at her inviting tits. The slight fairness to the two teats shaded a pale hue of red while her nipples were engorged and red, many small bumps rose, forming a small ring around her centimetre areolae. As the button of her pants was already undone, Blake had to only unzip it further than fall onto her back, lifting her hips into the air she didn't even hesitate to tug down her pants and even her panties. A stench likened to a wet cat wafted from her quivering cunt, Blake opened her legs just slight enough as her pants were thrown away letting Parc see her puffy, red, glossed labium lacking in the previous drenched nest he'd seen in the bathroom. There wasn't even a stubble telling him she'd cleaned herself just this morning, maybe even late last night.

Parc chuckled, watching as Blake shuddered and closed up her body, clamping her legs together. Not tightly, but enough that he could tell some part of her was reluctant about giving her body to him so readily. Not that he'd be giving her much more of a choice. "I thought you wanted me to breed you? Stop hiding yourself then and present." Coldly Parc said and tensely Blake followed. Letting her legs spread with jerky movements like a spring waiting to clamp shut, Blake offered him a delectable look of her damp honeypot.

Unable to hold himself back, Parc's penis ached within his pants. He tossed the belt onto the bed, just enough that the strap was dangling off the foot of it as he went to work extraditing himself from his own set of clothing. First was the top, Blake fell to his scars and his muscles, her pussy quivered even more at the harsh, almost roguish nature of them. Just like those men in her stories, Parc resembled a mercenary, domineering and undeterred as he stared down his next meal. When his pants fell, his python sprung up with a slight bounce, her eyes followed it nervously lustily. She focused on the thick pink bell-ended tip, thoughts in her head ran about pondering if it would even fit her.

Now naked, Parc clambered onto the bed and crawled over Blake. Her seated position fell until her back was flat against the downy fabric. She was new to this, he could tell that much from the shifty eyes looking to escape, yet ultimately would always return to him only to melt from his potent aphrodisial smell. "How many people have you fucked?" cruelly he whispered to her, his left hand trailing to the belt buckle and pulled it closer to her before dropping it and moving to tease across her belly and up to her tit and filled his grasp with the plush milk bag.

She hesitated at first but was able to whimper honest words, "I'm one" her nipple hardened in Parc's hand, its rigid nature digging into his palm like a ball of steel. Though steel filled with numerous nerves he was setting off with every dulcet grope. "Ad Adam" it came out like a cry of fear and for a second, he saw his hold over her fade.

"I see." Releasing the tit, Parc trailed down between their bodies dragging his nails over her body setting off even more alarms across her body before finding her pussy and plunging just the tip of his index and middle into her damp clamping hole. She was lubricated quite heavily, ready for his cock to pound deep inside her. Blake's fear dissipated, returned to lust as she let out numerous whimpers from his continuous fingering assault. "How did he do you? Like he owned you?"

Licking her lips, Blake cried out in a miniature orgasm, her fingers clamped at their bedding clutching handfuls of the fabric before she could speak. "N-no," her chest rose, her breasts pushed out, offering them like a snack. "Adam-he he was gentle." There was a part to her, to her submissiveness that told Parc more than enough to know that 'gentle,' was far from Blake's fetish. She got off to being the bitch, to having her body toyed with and teased till her mind went white. He'd be making sure she got there, "weak." Looking past Parc and to the ceiling, her eyes trembled, rolling upwards and even as Parc pulled out his fingers they were still convulsing on the verge of climax.

Grabbing his long since rigid member, Parc gave it a few strokes and climbed himself into position atop Blake, lining it up with her cunt but didn't immediately pierce into her. Instead, he lingered just atop the labia, his hips slowly rocking, stroking, and lubricating himself along the clammy kitten slit. "You like being a bitch, don't you? A cunt for a boy to bend over and fuck whenever and wherever." Stilling his vexing strokes, Parc leaned over her and whispered into her ear, "don't worry. I'll make sure to use you like my own personal cocksleeve Blake." In a single motion, Parc thrust into her, spreading her honeypot with his shaft, and forcing out a gargled cry from the girl. Her mouth clamped tight, lips curled back showing him just how tightly her teeth were grinding and how wide her golden eyes were spread.

Soon Blake's eyes lost power, they rolled, her jaw hung and the slight arch of her back dropped her flat. Perhaps pounding into her womb in one was too much, Parc pondered but quickly shook his head. He'd made her a promise just now, by God was he going to live up to it. Keeping still, he tugged the belt to his smile and slid it beneath Blake's neck. Unable to properly use it, he sat up, his cock twitching inside her, clamped by dozens of small sex craving protuberances that twisted and rolled along his meat, pleading him to pound her. Taking each end of the belt, he loped the tip through the fastener and tugged it shut. It was a thick belt, so it spread the load over her throat and didn't choke her fully.

Acceptance of her newfound pethood surged within her sex-filled daze. "Don't worry, I'll get you a proper collar soon. Her pussy clamped a little looser and Parc began to pull back and began to steadily piston. Filling the room with a potent stench of sex as his poor kitten cried and scratched at his bare back. Rapidly his pistons turned to pounds, the bed creaked loudly with every has bottoming slam of his turgid manhood as she tried futilely to accommodate his size.

Parc smiled at her dulcet mewling. The collar around her neck strangled her voice but not her breath. His cock glided in and out, slickened by the natural lubricant coating her inner walls. Blakes tightness earns her some groans of satisfaction and as the noises grow louder, to the point Parc has no allusions that their downstairs neighbours could hear him, he came. His balls tensed solid, twitching as his thick, milky substance coalesced into a jet stream striking at the back of her womb.

Falling atop her, panting as heavily as she was. Parc silently enjoyed the warmth of her skin and the plush splooshing of her breasts against him. When energy returned to him, Parc brought his lips to her human ears, "you're mine Blake." His pet shivered beneath him, her pussy quivering excitedly at his words, fully ready to accept him for another round.

After a small nap of course.