The Conquerors bloodline

Of all the things Parc expected to see when he returned to the head quarters, Lubbock with massive wads of paper in his ears, was not one of them.

"What happened to you?" Parc snickered.

"WHAT!?" Lubbock shouted, "I CAN'T HEAR YOU."

Parc nodded realizing that Lubbock was likely close to Eris before she started screaming and now he was deafened. "You have terrible luck, don't you?"

"WHAT!? I STILL CAN'T HEAR YOU."

"I know you can't, and I find it hilarious," Parc began to chuckle unreservedly, feeling the orange striped kitten nuzzling against his cheek. It having taken perch upon his shoulder, hanging just off his back, its nails piercing through his shirt and digging into his skin.

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" Lubbock argued, "MY HEAD FUCKING HURTS!"

"Lubbock, it is funny, so, so very funny."

"COULD YOU SPEAK A LITTLE LOUDER, PLEASE?"

"Could you stop screaming in my face?" he purposefully didn't raise his voice in response.

"FINE, BE LIKE THAT." Lubbock finally caught sight of the kitten on Parc's shoulder, "WHAT'S WITH THE CUB?" He asked, leaning closer to it only for the cub to cutely raise a paw, curling its nails out and slashed at Lubbock, scratching his cheek.

"AH! YOU LITTLE SHIT!" he rose a hand to rub his cheek, thankfully feeling no blood trickling out of him.

On his shoulder, the kitten began to bob its head, mouth hanging open laughing at Lubbock.

Parc smirked, for some reason, he felt he was going to really like this kitten. 'Leone's going to get jealous,' he chuckled just imagining Leone in her cat form having a stare down with this kitten for who would be his favourite cat.

"I'm going to bed," Parc decided to say, it was late enough as it was and after spending a good hour stargazing, he could do with the rest, having given more than enough time for the sisters to talk and probably return to their room if they weren't still annoyed with eachother.

"STILL DEAF. DIDN'T HEAR YOU."

With a roll of his eyes Parc mimed putting his head on a pillow to sleep.

"OH. WELL. GOODNIGHT. I'M GOING TO BE OUT HERE. IN AGONY." A little bit of exacerbation never hurt anyone, right? And he really was in pain with a massive headache pounding in his skull.

"Night," Parc waved him off, stepping around the deafened Lubbock and made his way through the building soon finding himself inside his room. For once not having had someone break into it.

Sighing, Parc walked to his bed, lifting his hand up to pry the kitten from shoulder and place it gently down on his bed. Rolling his shoulders as it walked further onto the bed, finding itself next to one of his pillows where it sat down and watch Parc as he undid the buttons on his vest, throwing it onto the couch. His button up shirt and pants soon following its trajectory before he pulled on a cheap but comfy shirt and long pyjama pants.

Sitting on the side of his bed, he cracked his neck, groaning in small amounts of pain when sharp snapping noises filled the room, soon followed by a satisfying relief.

Bringing his legs onto the bed and pulling the blanket over himself, Parc had just about closed his eyes, muttering, "night, cat," when a soft rapping against wood came from his door.

His eyes tiredly opening to stare at the ceiling unamused, "ain;t no rest for the wicked… huh," he muttered sitting up and getting off his bed. Making quick steps to his door, "yeah, I'm coming." He called to whoever was outside.

Gripping the handle, he opened the door, seeing both Mine and Sheele standing before him. Mine in a sheer pink negligee that separated down the middle, flaring out at her belly showing off her belly button and panties as well as the small pink gemstone above her crotch. Her cheeks rosy and warm.

Sheele wearing a short night gown with a large V neck that showed off her bosom and her bra beneath it. A soft smile on her face.

"Ladies," he smirked, pushing his tiredness aside just for them and stepped to the side, holding a hand out to his room, "come inside."

"Thank you," Sheele muttered, Mine unable to formulate words.

"So," he approached the two from behind grabbing their hips and pulling them into himself. Burying his face into Sheele's neck plastering a small kiss just above her shoulder.

"Eep!" Mine yelped in surprise finding herself turned around in his arms, hands risen between the two of them. Blushing furiously.

"What brings you two here so late at night?" He questioned, holding tightly as Mine tried to weakly get away from him. Continuing to plaster Sheele's neck with kisses.

"Mnn," Sheele moaned a little from his suckling of her neck. "I thought Mine might enjoy some time with you… but she keeps saying its wrong for her to do anything with my boyfriend…"

"Really now?" he separated from Sheele's neck, leaving a bright red and wet hickey on her neck to look down at Mine who was looking up at him with nervous eyes.

"I-its wrong," she tried to say. "I- we aren't dating!"

"We could," Parc said, "Sheele, do you mind if I date Mine as well."

"Nnn," Sheele shook her head, overlapping her hands atop Parc's one on her hip.

"See, she's fine with it. And I'm fine with it. So it's consensual."

"Th-that's not how dating works!" She tried to retort. Everything about a three… four-way relationship including Leone just struck her as wrong. No matter how many times she heard her best friend say she was fine with it.

Parc could see she a slight falter at that thought process. Sheele's repeated insistences that him having multiple lovers not being an issue with her having chipped away at that. She just needed a little push.

"Sheele, anything in that head of yours to help our little sprite get over her monogamy," he grinned, whispering into Sheele's ears.

Sheele tilted her head to the side as she thought, flickering through her repertoire of books she didn't forget, until she came upon one, one that may help if even a little.

"Mnn," she nodded, "I think so." She said with her most 'confident' if not contemplatory tone. "Can you let us go?"

"That I can, that I can," Parc complied, releasing the two, Mine still cuddled against him for a few seconds before she realized her had taken his hand off of her.

"Thank you," Sheele smiled and turned to face him, grabbing his shirt and pushed him to wards the couch. Already getting where this was going. Parc followed along, falling onto the couch as Sheele got onto her knees, looking up to Mine, "come here."

Mine hesitated, she could see what Sheele was planning, she had seen it once before after all. Gulping, her legs took small unsteady strides forwards. Joining Sheele on her knees.

Sheele gently reached her hand out to Mine's own, lightly squeezing it while giving her a reassuring smile.

Feeling the tension in Mine's hand slowly lessen, Sheele released her and looked up to Parc. Both nodding to each other. Sheele lifted her arms up and began to pull Parc's pyjamas down over his legs until they were fully off and to the side.

His cock flaccid but showing a small twitch every now and then as blood began to run towards it.

Mine's eyes had widened at the sight of it, it looked nothing like it did before. But it was still thick and intimidating. 'I shouldn't do this,' she trembled, wanting to run away, but for some reason her body didn't respond. Instead it grew warmer and she found herself unable to look away.

Sheele took his flaccid penis in her hand, slowly rubbing it up and down like a piston. Her soft digits massaging the soft flesh as it rapidly grew harder and longer, nearly doubling in size once it had come to full mast and pointed straight up like a spear pointed to the heavens.

Mine gulped, she had only ever seen it from a distance, never so up close and personal. And now that she could. She was terrified. Her hands cupping her belly the thought of 't-this was inside me?' flickering through her head. It was even longer than her head with veins bulging out around it and a large pink tip.

Once Sheele had gotten it hard enough, she brought her head over it, using her free hand to push her hair over her ear and out of the way, wasting no time as she took the tip into her mouth, her tongue trailing circles around the tip in gentle motions.

She continued to suck and tease the head using it to help her produce more saliva. When she had collected enough she pulled her head back, letting her tongue hang out as a thick stream of spit flowed from it and onto Parc's engorged member.

Her hand slowly pumping up and down while spinning around his girth to thoroughly cover it in her natural lubricant. Now covered completely, Sheele brought her head back down, pushing the tip to the back of her throat.

Parc lifted a hand, wrapping it around her head and collecting her hair into a handful, letting her lower the hand she'd used to keep the strands out of her face onto his thigh to give her a bit more leverage as she swallowed his raging hardon deeper and deeper. Half, three quarters, until finally her nose pressed against his stomach, and his balls her chin. Tears forcing their way from her eyes as her body wanted to gag from its thick invader.

Mine could only stare in shock and awe. Sheele, the airhead was doing something so lewd right in front of her without any hesitation. She had taken the entirety of Parc cock down her throat.

She had watched in real time as Sheele's throat deformed and bulged the deeper it went. Mine rubbed her neck, wandering in some foreign part of her mind if she would be able to do that? Sheele made it look so effortless.

When Sheele's eyes began to flicker and she seemed on the verge of loosing consciousness, she finally pulled back. Quickly pulling his entire shaft from her throat. Coughs naturally finding their way out of her.

The spit that covered her chin laced with bubbles, one of which was growing from her nostril, popping just a second later.

She wasn't done just yet. That was just the warmup. Taking his cock into her mouth, she once again forced it down until her nose pressed against his stomach. Then lifted her head, pressing down again when she felt the tip touch against her tongue.

"Ohhh," Parc groaned, lifting his other hand to the back of Sheele's head, wrapping it with his other around her hand made ponytail. Sheele quickly prepared herself, sucking in as much air as she could before Parc forced her head down, rapidly jerking it up and down, ruthelessly messing with her throat.

If Mine wasn't scared before, she was certainly now.

Sheele's body convulsed every time his cock truck against the back of her throat and slid down. Tides of her nectar bursting from her pussy staining part of her nightgown and ruining her panties.

'S-she's really liking it,' Mine thought, her legs rubbing together, burying her hands between her tightly pressed limbs. Feeling her own lustful fluids staining her inner thigh.

"Shit, I'm cumming!" Parc hugged Sheele's head tight to his body, burying his lengthy meatstick as far as he could into her as sperm made its way through his urethra and straight into Sheele's stomach.

Her eyes bursting open as she felt his cock bulging up in her mouth before falling to half lids, her throat undulating like she was drinking water, his sticky seed sticking to her throat like slime.

Parc released Sheele's head, but she remained unmoving, her eyes glassy and unfocused behind her glasses. Bubbles of spit and cum bursting around her lips, staining her chin and chest with the concoction.

Mine got to watch as Sheele slowly regained enough strength to pull herself off his penis. Her throat shrinking down to its usual smoothness.

Sheele came free from his head, her mouth hung open showing off a large amount of creamy liquids, her tongues swirling it around, letting Parc watch with a wide, lustful and domineering grin.

What better way to prepare for bed than to have a girl revile a mouthful of his cum? Answer, there wasn't.

Closing her mouth, Sheele's cheeks puffed up, not swallowing all that was in her mouth.

Turning to Mine she locked eyes, slowly scooting closer to Mine whos hands were slowly stroking in and out of her tightly clenched thighs.

Sheele cupped Mine's cheeks. Mine's eyes widened as Sheele pressed her soft, luscious lips against hers. Her mind blanking as Sheele's tongue forced open her lips, prying between her teeth.

A sickly sweet and thick goo flowing into her mouth as Sheele's tongue wagged and waved to share the load with Mine who, in her blank state was happily lapping at and swallowing the semen. Her hands pulling from between her legs and holding Sheele's side.

Her own tongue finding its way into Sheele's mouth, interweaving and undulating.

Sheele in her fervor had pressed forwards, and Mine unable to and unprepared for the weight fell back. Her legs wide open with Sheele between her. Lips still interlocked and passionately sharing and swirling white spunk with each other.

Nearly two whole minutes passed and neither seemed intent on slowing down. Leaving Parc feeling left out.

He was not going to stand for that.

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Soon another shall fall to the clutches of pleasure. But for now. Friends shall bolster their friendship even more.