The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 294: Mother Cat 5*

"And what do you mean by that?" Kali sat up, spinning on her butt to face him while she licked her lips of his jism, sweeping some up and collecting it in her palm to slurp it up. When she was done there, she glanced down to her chest, smirking at the numerous strings of cum coating her supple tits.

"I mean, are you willing to go all the way, Kali? So far that even this," he jabbed his finger lightly into her groin just above her womb, "becomes mine?"

She paused, followed his finger and smiled. "I did say it was tradition to marry you. Of course, I'd be willing to go that far. It comes with being a wife, now doesn't it." Lowering her hand to his, she held his wrist and stopped him from pulling away as she guided it between her legs and to her steaming quim.

Parc didn't think twice to push in his fingers and explore her dampened depths. There was a tightness, not like a virgin, it was clear she wasn't one just from feeling the looseness, but at the same time, it wasn't as if she was actually 'loose.' It was more on the line of being a tightening after as she said, five years of abstinence.

As he curled his fingers, Kali leaned back, one hand going out to hold her up while the other held Parc's hand. She pushed out her chest, her nipples hard with one just a bare few centimetres from a thick line of white. Kali mewled, leaning her head back with eyes shut as she gyrated her hips in tandem with the motions of his fingers.

"You're really willing to go that far, Kali? Giving Blake a new sister with her own boyfriend. Aren't you sick thinking that's alright?"

Kali's moan lowered as did her head, eyes opening to sharp lines that peered to him through her eyelashes. "You aren't my son. As far as anyone is concerned we are unrelated except that you and Blake are a thing. If we made a child, it wouldn't be inbred. And Blake well she," Kali bit her lip, now showing some actual hesitance, "I can see her becoming jealous if anything."

Snorting, Parc shook his head. He could see that as well. Blake discovering her mother of all people was knocked up. If anything, he somehow expected her to be part Summer in that aspect, letting her mind wander around the lascivious thoughts of Parc pinning down her mother and filling her cunny with his seed, leaving behind a child who was for all intents and purposes, her sister, though with a 'half' before it.

"You're a sick woman Kali." He tugged his hand free from Kali's quivering quim and licked off her thick musk. Tasting her lust as his cock towered twitchingly upwards as he stood. With the newfound freedom of her hands, Kali sat up and grasped his cock. She squeezed it firmly at first but quickly softened and began to stroke it up and down. Finding two hands too cumbersome, she moved another further down his member to fondle and roll his bulging ballsack.

"I'm worse when I'm in heat." She licked her lips and leaning forwards, pecked the tip of his member, trailing down kissed down its side before coming back to the lip to push the tip of her tongue against the hole of his urethra. Parc trembled, his legs shaky but he kept the sturdy in place. "If I don't hold myself back then well, I'd argue you wouldn't be walking for a few days."

He chuckled at that, "I can handle it." Setting his hand atop her cum slathered head, he dug his fingers into her scalp between her cat ears and helped pull her halfway down his member before letting her retract to speak.

"I'm sure you can. This cute penis of yours I'm sure could tame all us slutty Faunus," She pressed his cock against her cheek, eyes wide and staring up at him with a Cheshire smile, still a horrible mess with seed dashing her face. "That's why you came here, isn't it? To fuck us all? Lady doesn't just jack off any boy she runs into. There's something about you that made us tremble with just your presence. And this smell," she turned till her nose was above his cock and breathed in deeply, noisily, "I don't think even Sienna Khan could resist it." She looked up to him, her gaze all-knowing.

Tilting his lips up, Parc's eyes narrowed to half-moons. "That's spoiling things, Kali," he moved his hand to her cheeks and squeezed them together forcing her lips to pucker. A short silence ran between them until Parc huffed and said, "enough talking, why don't we get to the meat of this, hey?"

Kali's eyes sparkled and as he stepped to the side and shoved her towards the couch, she bounced off the table and caught herself on it. Behind her, she heard the noise of the table scraping on wood as he shoved it out of the way and quickly she felt his hand sink into her ass. Kali straightened her arms in an attempt to lift her body and push out her ass but Parc had set his arm on her back and kept her flat on it.

"Stay down," he said coldly, and hiking up her kimono, wet his thumb with his tongue and dug it into her soppy cunt making her tremble.

Kali mewled in response, "going to be rough with me, are you?" she whined, ass wagging back and forth just asking him to go for it.

"Of course," he said guiding his tip to her quim, parting her labia just enough to take him to the end of the bottom of his glans. Kali panted at that, wagging her ass in a way similar to what Aurora had done not a day before. He moved his hands to her hips, squishing in her plump motherly ass flesh and steadied himself for a sheathing plunge. With a soft, "how else am I going to train this kitty ass?"

Steading his prick in Kali's sodden cunny, he moved to her hips and squeezed them tight, sinking into her supple as flesh. Then, in one singular, swift motion, he plunged his hips forth. His cock spread her walls, scratching at all her sensitive bumps. Kali gasped, her head rocking back to let out a restrained cry through grit teeth and shivered.

Parc didn't linger on stillness to let Kali grow accustomed to his bulging manhood, instead, he began to piston. His motions earned him sultry cries, whimpers as her juices splashed in a steady stream from her cunny, trailing thin, sticky streams down her legs.

For all his thrusts, Kali was relatively still, she trembled, of course. But her moans seemed more forced than anything. Turning her head over her shoulder, she looked up to him, wet lips curled back revealing her teeth as she cooed, "that all you got? Ghira fucked me harder than this."

She certainly knew which buttons to press to aggravate him. Parc grunts, reaches one hand out to her head and hooks his palm around her throat and jerks her up. Squeezing her throat but not strangling her, he whispered coldly into her ear, "you're really asking for it, aren't you?"

Kali rolls her hips in the moments of stillness that followed, her slick and tight cunny wrapped around his shaft with such skill that she seemed less of a mother and a well-trained whore. She leaned into him, her hands moved behind herself to try and grab his hips but could barely do it, so she sent one between her legs and fiddled with her clit.

"Of course I am, ahhh-" Kali pauses, breath hitching as he pulled back and pistoned. His pace hastened, turning his pounds louder and sloppier that joined with the vibrant bouncing of those two olive tanned tits, Parc released his other hand from her hip and brought it to one of them and squeezed, feeling her engorged nipple, he flicked and twisted it before pulling on it roughly.

She cried out, her face lost for the motherliness she'd shown when Blake was with them, she'd morphed into that of a bitch in heat, a nympho having her cunny filled with a fat cock, pleasuring her wholly.

His balls slapped harshly against her ass as her fingers rubbed her clit even faster. He relished the noises she made, unkempt by her thoughts of modesty, uncaring if her daughter or even Marigold heard her slutty moans of ecstasy. Kali's voice grew higher pitched with every thrust, growing even louder as her body convulsed and twitched just moments from climax. Soon she bellows out her release, back arching only for Parc to release her tit and throat and thrust her onto the couch, flipping her over in the process.

He bucked to one knee, grabbed each of her legs and lifted them high above her head and after pulling her closer to the edge, locked them together in one hand at the ankle and plunged his cock in. Kali gasped, her climax still ongoing even as he rammed deeper, pushing even further than before and leaving her cumming once more. Again and again, she came under his relentless assault releasing her sweet kitty nectar with every sloshing thrust.

As her eyes rocked into the pack of her head, Parc felt cum bubbling in his balls and with another pound pressed into her cervix and released. His jizz coated her inner walls, filling up her womb. Before his jets of man-milk could end, he pulled out and spread her legs, grabbing his base he jerked out a few more streams across her chest, staining even that gem that had formed on her groin just above her womb. He eyed the stone, it was black but most importantly, it was shaped with a princess cut.

Parc smirked, leaning over Kali's twitching form he whispered, "looks like Blake's not getting a sibling just yet." Unable to respond coherently, Kali whimpers weakly in the aftershocks of orgasm.

***

Clambering up the steps, his shaft at half-mast and his discarded attire plunged into his satchel. Parc gazed across the various closed doorways. Blake's room was second to the right, he remembered Kali saying as she swept his cum off her belly and slurped it lustily from her fingers.

As he was about to make his way there, he was drawn to a sudden pause as he heard a muffled whine from one of the doors to the left. He turned his head, saw that the farthest one was wide open, Kali's room, he presumed, but the one next to it, it was tightly shut.

He blinked a few times, knowing who was within and smirked. He crossed it, his footsteps louder than need be, letting Marigold know he was near. The lights were on in the hall so he was sure she could see his shadow looming peeking in through the gaps at the bottom of the door frame. He stood there for a few seconds, letting her bit her tongue before pulling back and making his way to Blake's room.

There, he pushed it open, its hinges well oiled and silent. In the light that rained in from the hallway, he spotted Blake laid on one side of her double bed. Numerous bookshelves lined her walls, filled with titles and binding of various shades and genres, as well as the odd poster here and there, one of which was that of the White Fang insignia, a white wolf's head in a hollow circle.

Blake herself laid on her belly with her blanket covering her up to her elbows, hugging a pillow with her eyes shut and breathing softly. Though that twitching of her ears made it clear she was far from asleep. Closing the door behind himself, the soft blue moonlight streamed in from her curtains, giving just the barest bit of light to see where he was walking.

His socked feet slid easily across the veneered flooring until he was by Blake's side. He looked down at her, her flushed cheeks and raven hair and stripped down fully. Travelling his gaze over the bump her body left on the blanket, he fell to the bump of her ass.

In silenceknowing, or at least, suspecting, that Blake wouldn't respond if he said anythinghe gripped the side of her blanket and pulled it over her body. Finding she was naked well and true beneath it.

Blake's muscles were tight, visibly slightly but not overly, just enough that her form became streamlined and quick. He fell to her rump, it was plumper than the rest of her body and leaning over he peaked at her slit, puffy and red and oozing with her nectar that soaked a puddle into her bed.

A chuckled rose from his throat, strangled quickly to silence. Parc lifted himself onto the bed, almost like he was climbing over her to get to the other side as it was pressed closely against the wall, but stopped above her. Hand's either side of her 'sleeping body,' he brought his prick to her entrance and teased her clammy cunny and then pushed into her. Blake twitched, but kept herself quiet and clutching her pillow.

Leaning to her ear he whispered, "don't worry, I didn't forget about you."

Needless to say, Blake's night was restless.