The Conquerors bloodline

Najenda stepped away from the bed, her back to Parc while she undid the buttons of her shirt, pausing halfway down as she noticed the thick white fluids crossing over her arm. The sight of which drew her to turn her head back to Parc seeing him still with his cocky grin and rising erection. Looking positively excited for her to be sating her frustrations on him. And for some insufferable reason, that annoyed her.

Puffing out through her nose Najenda pulled off her vest and moved to pull off her bra but stopped when she noticed her nipples were bright red and rigid. Lifting a hand up to her chest, she gave a light flick of them, flinching at the weak surge of pleasure it sent through her. "Goddammit Chelsea…" she grumbled having found the feelings with them being elevated since Chelsea's little frenzy.

Removing her bra, Najenda then went down to unbuckle her pants, having to waggle her butt to pull it down. The sight of which drew Parc to chewing on his lip seeing the dark lace panties she wore, the string of which dug into her crack forming a clear separation between the two cheeks.

As she lowered her panties down Parc could see a small glistening string connecting her slit to the fabric. Najenda's own hand moving between her legs and stroking along her labia and lifted up the collected juices of her lust before her. Splaying her fingers open to see it form a single hanging string between her digits.

"Having fun over there?" Parc sent a teasing call her way.

"Shut it, Evans." She grumbled, failing to intimidate Parc in the slightest.

"Ohhh, scary. Coming from the lady with her ass out," he chuckled and pulled against his restraints in an attempt to get more slack, failing completely as none would come.

A twitch rose to Najenda's eye as she turned to face Parc, her mechanical, semen covered and, on her hip, "are you trying to antagonize me or get inside me? I'm struggling to figure out which."

Parc's eyes wandered down Najenda's body, enjoying the sight of her bosom, soft and perky peaked by rigid pink nipples. The lithe musculature of her belly, more toned than Leone's but not grotesquely so, still holding an attractive smoothness. And then to her crotch, her matted silver pubis and the upside-down heart of her crotch, leaking out a thin stream of fluids dashing her inner thighs with a soft glisten.

"Is there a difference?" he chuckled and rolled his shoulders to settle himself better on the bed. "who knows maybe antagonizing you will make this more fun."

"Parc, I can make this so not fun for you," she leaned down over him with an ominous intention to her eye.

"And then I won't make it fun for you," he nodded down leading Najenda to his shaft to watch it rapidly shrivel into its limp state.

"Touché," she mumbled and climbed onto the bed, straddling Parc's hips to feel his manhood press into the crack of her buttocks. How she knew a French word, he didn't know, nor did he care as she slid her but back until his penis came out from her buttocks and before her. Najenda's eye stuck to the girth with a faint flush of her cheeks.

Bringing her left hand down, Najenda guided his penis up and pressed it against her belly, gulping slightly as she felt its throbbing heat and dangerous size, its veins bulging up against her finger tips.

She wasn't 'intimidated' by it, strangely she felt anticipation and her own throb somewhere deep inside her body, urging for her to speed this along and sate it.

Licking her lips, Najenda came to nibble on the right side of her lower lip. Her breath held as her hips rose up, the hand pressed against his shaft angling the tip down to lead it towards her slit. Shivering when it crossed her clit and pressed between her labia coming to nestle unmoving between them.

With it set steady in place she pulled her hand away and leaned over Parc, hands pressing and holding her body up either side of his chest, her hips lightly rolling in a small circular fashion while her face contorted, growing redder by the second.

"Mmm…" she groaned, "I…" she lingered over the word and looked up to his face, "I hope you can keep up."

"Oh, I will- Ghg," he groaned as Najenda suddenly dropped her hips, impaling his manhood into her tight walls, feeling them clamp around his girth as if to squeeze forth his seed from his body. Najenda herself hissing, regretting the decision to tear open her long inexperienced body with something of Parc's size. She wasn't inexperienced, she'd had her fair share of partners in the distant past but since her escape from the empire, lust, let alone love was short-lived and unneeded. War was no place for any of them.

"Hooly shit…" She hissed under her breath as she straightened herself on Parc's member. Glancing down to her stomach as if to see her belly bulging from the member inside her, though luckily it didn't. "What have you been eating," she said to him no feeling any particular pleasure in her stillness but knowing full well that any twist or grinding motion she made would send her bug-eyed.

"A balanced diet," Parc said through grit teeth and a wide grin.

Groaning, Najenda shook her head, "Of all the times you can be joking, it's when we're having sex. I swear."

"Right, because sitting still is sex," Parc nodded slowly and wriggled his hips to get a small groan from Najenda as the movements of his member pressed against one of her sensitive spots.

"Sorry I haven't done this in a while," she huffed with sarcasm lacing her voice. laying her prosthetic on Parc's stomach and her other pulled back to hold his leg, and slowly grind back and forth, "ghh… that better?" she grumbled down to him.

"Ohh yeah," that's good," Parc released a moan of his own as Najenda's slick tightness caressed his sensitivities just as it was for Najenda.

"Haa, haa… fuck. How, ghhm how do the other girls deal with this," she said under her breath,

Slowly, but surely her grindings grew faster, her moans louder, forcing out Parc's own sets of groans.

She wasn't as vocal as the other girls, Parc's remarked. She did moan every now and then but otherwise all Parc could hear was her breathing and the slight wet noises of their intertwining genitals. He wasn't going to complain, just the feeling of Najenda wrapped around him being enough for him. But that added little gimmick of hers bringing up a new urge to him. An urge to make her raise her voice until she was screaming in pleasure.

Taking his rope restraints into hand, Parc clenched them down tight, testing them once again but finding them just as unyielding as before. Leaving him with one avenue of control.

Bringing his feet flat onto the bed, Parc bent his knees and Najenda moved her hand onto his belly. More focused on her own pleasure to thoroughly process his movements. Waiting for the right moment when Najenda was about to raise her hips, he suddenly thrusted up, forcing his shaft to knock through her sensitive regions and ram into the final wall in her body.

"Hgk-Haa!" her voice shot up, her eyes bulging for a moment and grew a dazed look to them while her movements came to a halt. Shivering as she dropped her hips. Fingers curling on Parc's stomach scratching at his skin with her nails. "you…" she panted growing an irritated twitch, "you fucking bastard!" she slammed the side of her fist into his stomach, not hard enough to harm but enough to knock a bit of air out of his lungs.

"Don't you fucking try that again," she squinted a one-eyed squint at his unfazed arrogant smirk. "You know what," she grumbled and spun around, earning a sharp groan from Parc as he felt a surge of pleasure with the motion. Spun around, Najenda reached to Parc's bent legs and forced them flat, leaving her bent over with her ass on full display to Parc, letting him watch as she began to raise her bottom up and lower, seeing her pussy clench tight around his member only to be swallowed whole. "never, mess with a general, Parc." She growled lifting her ass up just to the point where his glans was still inside her, and then she dropped. Her hips slamming down with a loud squelch and her own powerful moan.

She didn't stop to feel it, she continued to raise herself and slam down, the wet noises that filled the room growing louder and wetter with ever gush of fluids that escaped her pussy.

By now Parc was both regretting and rejoicing at his decision, regretting that it was now leaving him so helpless to Najenda's whims, yet it was oddly satisfying not being the one on the delivering end for once.

It wasn't much longer before Najenda felt his penis bulge in time with her own rising pleasures. She could feel it growing larger and hotter, warming up her depths into a fiery squall of desire. And then it burst, jets of Parc's seed spurted forth in tandem with his groan of ecstasy, forcing its way past her walls and into the deepest part of her body.

Najenda's back arched, her lower half jerking in powerful convulsions as finally a sloppy open-mouthed moan forced its way out of her body. The itch she'd had for so long finally scratched.

"Haa… haa… haa…" Najenda sat still atop Parc with her back straight, staring at the ceiling with a dazed eye. But it wasn't enough, not for her, not now. When her shivers died down her body moved, grinding, pressing squeezing for more.

[Conquered: The General of the Night: Najenda]