The Conquerors bloodline

Parc could feel his arms tremble beneath him as he held his body pushed up. Sweat covering his body giving his pale skin a thin, glossy sheen.

Sitting atop his back was Akame who was actually the one to suggest this. So far, nearly a full half hour had passed by since he began. Hearing every now and then the snapping sound of cookies as Akame ate.

A whistling noise alerted them both to a new arrival in the new bases training area. Parc tilted his head up to see Leone, a hand on her hips looking hungrily at Parc's sweat drenched form. "Nice," was all she said with a flare of her nostrils taking in his masculine scent.

Parc snorted, "really? That's all you have to say? You must be funning out of one liners."

"Don't worry, I'm saving them for the bed," she shot back instantly with a wink.

He rolled his eyes, slowly lowering his body down to the ground, "Akame, that's enough." He said keeping just a bit of his chest off the ground. Letting Akame slide off him, a noticeable gleam on her lower legs from where she had been sitting on his bare back. Uncaring for it.

Parc soon lifted himself to his feet, arching backwards to realign his back with slight popping noises and a groan.

"Thanks for your time, when did you want to go hunting again?" Since they got here a few days ago, Akame had been going out on scouting missions thinly veiled behind the idea 'hunting' missions to clear out any banditry or particularly dangerous danger beasts. More often than not, Parc would end up joining her as her dedicated meat carrier.

Akame lifted her eyes to the midday sun, "We will leave in two hours. We don't need much more in our reserves for the next week. But I would like to get some variety, there should be a lake just shy north of here we can go to." She answered. Her own nose flaring with drool dripping out her lips at the smell of roast meat exuding from Parc.

"Great, I'll meet you out front then," Parc stretch his arms, popping the joints as he did so. "You need me for something?" he asked Leone as Akame went to do her own thing. Since the run in with Krave and the subsequent discovery of Esdeath's return to the capital, he'd been able to wander around the base without a supervisor. Though, still requiring one if he planned on entering the city.

Not that he did even that after they'd seen wanted posters up for every one Krave had encounter, even including Sayo, which he had no doubt was giving Tatsumi numerous heart attacks wherever he was currently in the city. Yet, surprisingly the only one who didn't have one, was him, himself. Likely the work of Esdeath, and that... that was a fearful thought.

A glint appeared in Leone's eyes as she licked her lip.

"No." Parc pre-emptively said, "Now is not the time." He pressed his palm together, bending his wrists to crack them. Something every bit of his body seemed intent on doing. "Not even including Esdeath on the horizon. I'm going out hunting with Akame."

"That's fine, that's fine." Leone grinned, "Though, I don't think I was giving you a choice. Come on, you could use a stress release. An I. Know. Just. How." Leone pressed her chest against his, slowly rubbing herself against him, letting him feel their softness and the firm, nubs of her nipples sticking through her top.

Parc looked down at her with a raised, unamused brow. He could see she seemed adamant on this, and he more than knew if he didn't go now she'd likely be riding him throughout the night, If they didn't get sent out on a mission.

"Just, make it quick. I'd like to clean myself before going out." Leone hopped on the balls of her feet, hooking an arm around his, purposefully pressing her chest against him.

It didn't take long for them to wind their way through the new, but familiar hallways of the second mountain side fortress the Revolutionary Army seemed to own. It was quite comical how similar they were.

Leone pushed the door to his room open, finally releasing him as the door shut. Turning onto him and pressing into his chest, arms rising to wrap around his neck. His hands falling to her ass, gripin the firm, cheeks tight while lifting her off the ground.

"Nnnn~" Leone mewled as his lips pressed onto her. Tongues invading the others with practiced, accustomed motions.

Parc's hands gently squeezing and pulling on her cheeks before digging into her pants, entering into the humid confines while pulling the two cheeks apart.

While he would enjoy letting this go on for longer, he had other things he needed to do before going out with Akame. Lowering her to the ground, Parc removed his lips from her. Her expression already on the verge of melting.

Leone released him, stepping away from him on a backwards trip to his bed. Hand making short work of tearing her clothing off. Letting her two, voluptuous mounds fall free and letting her damp pussy release its musk into the confines of the room.

With a lick of her lips, Leone turned. Gripping her fingers on the wooden frame of his bed, her body bent over, presenting her delectable ass cheeks to him along with her puffy, red and moist vagina.

Already stripped of his shirt from his training, Parc only had to remove his pants, letting them fall to the floor as his cock rose to attention.

Leone kept her gaze forwards, just feeling the radiant heat of Parc approaching her from behind that caused her to gulp in anticipation. Her lower lips widening just slightly themselves excited at his approach.

Parc lifted his hand up, bringing it down with a rough slap on Leone's rightmost cheeks. Earning him a very sensual moan from her. He had learnt that whenever she 'was in the mood' he body would turn insignificant harm into a form of pleasure. Giving her a slight, M characteristic. Though, when she felt like being the one handing out the 'punishment', she would switch into a more dominating persona.

Which was easy enough to break after a few thrusts against her womb.

"Come on~ don't leave me hanging~" she dug a hand between her legs, fingers spreading her labia to reveal even deeper into the pink insides.

A smirk formed on Parc's lips, a hand gripping onto her ass, the other holding the base of his shaft, guiding it to her moist, waiting entrance.

"Mmm~" even just the tip separating her two lips was enough to earn a sensual moan through her bit lip. "Haaa~" Parc pushed his hips forwards with one fell thrust, plunging into her depths.

"Ahhn~ ha~ haa~" every pull of his hips causing her to suck in a breath, every thrust causing her to gasp. Drool dibbling down her lips.

"Fuck me!" she growled, her own hips thrusting in time with Parc's. The door to her womb opening and closing letting the very tip of his shaft in.

'Really going at it today,' Parc thought, pressing his hands into her ass cheeks, squeezing and separating them, letting him see her tight ass. 'I wonder?' giving one last squeeze, Parc lifted his hand just off her skin.

The sound of wet squelches and the slapping of his balls against her resounding through the room as he lifted his hand to his mouth, lightly popping his thumb into his mouth and wetting it. A devious idea forming in his mind.

"Harder! Harder! Come on! Fuck fuck fuck!" Leone was quite a drastic change compared to the almost entirely silent Sheele. Whereas Sheele kept silent throughout most of their session, only moaning or screaming out when he assaulted her most sensitive areas.

Leone was loud, boisterous. She enjoyed sex, and she wasn't afraid to let him know exactly what she wanted from him. Yet even with her noises, she suddenly went quite, head turning back to him with a mischievous, lust filled smile that stared past him.

Suddenly, in the midst of her pleasure, she jolted, "HYNYAAA!?" She suddenly cried out as she felt something rub against her back door. "D-don't, not there!" She turned her head desperately to him, pleading him to stop pushing into that hole.

Parc rose a brow, 'huh, she enjoys it there. Who would have thought?' not him, but it was certainly a welcome surprise. "Don't what?" he cruelly asked, forcing the tip of his thumb to separate her asshole with surprising ease.

"Ghnnn…" Leone groaned, shivers filling her body, eyes flickering as he pushed in deeper into her anus. "S-stop," She whined, gripping the blanket of his bed tight. Burying her face into it, grinding a small chunk between her teeth.

"Stop what?" the second knuckle pressed in, stopping there as she unconsciously clenched her ass tighter, threatening to strangle circulation from his thumb.

"Don't- not- not my ass-" she whimpered a soft tune, one he had never heard the headstrong, unabashed lion ever make before.

He grinned, looking content with her answer. But he was far from kind enough to let it just end there.

"Hoo…" She sighed in relief feeling his finger retract, "Nnn~ nnn~" quickly returning to light moans from his continuing thrusts.

Then, as if she was pumped with electricity, her back arched, "Ghnyaaaah!" She cried out, Parc's middle finger plunged up to the second knuckle in her ass. The wall around his cock clenched tighter than ever before.

'Shit,' Parc grit his teeth at the sudden, near painful tightness. But he would not relent. Curling his finger down, Parc began to move it in and out, lubricated by his saliva.

"Oh fuck- oh fuck- oh fuck-" Leone's mind went hazy, her toes digging into the floor, eyes rolling to the back of her skull. Unable to deal with both her holes being prodded and invaded at once.

Soon, tears began to stream down her cheeks, quickly absorbed by his blanket. Her mind growing increasingly numb from his quickly bulging member and her ass that was being rhythmically pumped and clawed at, scratching against a spot she could never touch through her vagina.

Parc's member bulged, the crushing forces of her vagina having made him all the more sensitive.

"Ohhh~ haa~ hnnn~"

With a single push of his hand, he buried his finger into her ass, scrapping against her flesh while doing the same with his cock. Breaking through her lax womb entrance before sending spurt after spurt into it.

"NYAHIIII!" Leone's legs finally gave out on her, falling over onto his bed, his cock and finger sliding out of her holes. Her walls having lost their constricting tightness upon her own, intense orgasm, one of the most intense she ever had.

Parc stepped back just a s a spurt of his spunk shot out from Leone's crotch, creating a small puddle of her juices mixed with his. Her asshole, opening and closing, winking at him from its sudden loss of his finger, apparently wanting more.

"That's going to be useful in the future," he chuckled, leaving Leone hunched over his bed as a twitching mess of lust. Finding a new way of taking control of the situation should she ever go over the edge.

Slipping on his pants, Parc grabbed a towel hanging over a chair in his room. Casting a small look to Leone, "I'm going to get myself cleaned up." Her hand weakly lifting up, to give him an unironic thumbs up before flopping back down onto the bed.

He chuckled, stepping into the hallway, about to make his way down it to the spring. But pausing when he stepped into a wet puddle just by his door.

Lowering his gaze to it, he saw it was considerably sized, with droplets splashed around. A smirk rose to his face as he looked up down the hallway, just barely catching a glimpse of pink hair darting around a corner.

He chuckled, ever since they got here, he and Mine had barely spoken. Not for a lack of want, he was more than happy to actually. But she seemed so intent on avoiding him at all costs. "I really need to figure things out with her…" he muttered stepping over the puddle.