The Conquerors bloodline

"You know… if you weren't just bones, your lap would be much more comfortable," were the first words to escape Parc after reawakening, body still aching. His eyes were shut, not tightly and felt himself lightly rocking side to side as the bullheads engines softly roared outside the steel confines.

Summer eyes flickered a few times at Parc's sudden speech, her head tilting down to see and feel him get his head into a more comfortable position. "Well I'm sorry that ten years on an abandoned island hasn't been kind to my fat reserves," just the thought of her freedom from that abominable island being enough for her mind to wander the abundance of delicacies she has been missing. "ohhh, I can't wait to have cake again…" Parc's cheek twitched amusedly at her first choice of meal but that amusement soon faltered to annoyance as a sticky drip of what he presumed to be Summer's drool collided with his cheek.

His shut eyes parted into narrowed slits and he wiped away the drop from his face with his sleeve only for the dried spot to be wetted once again. "If you keep drooling like that you're going to die of dehydration," he lifted himself from Summer's lap, still vigorously rubbing at his cheek. His head soon glancing to the side where the three girls of Kurome, Ferry and Lili were sat huddled together, two of which were stone dead asleep and one who was stuck on alert mode. That being Lili, still cautious at being in the same room as Bertilak and Carmine, two of her many captors.

Kurome and Ferry though, they seemed to be more than comfortable and safe as their respective partners wouldn't let anything happen to them.

Tilting his head the other way he could faintly see the reflection of Bertilak and a tied up Carmine in the windshield. Something he was only capable of seeing due to the darkness lingering around the ship. "How long have I been out?" he questioned turning to look into Summer's silver orbs just as she was wiping her mouth down with a bashful look.

"About an hour. The girls were tired so they're taking a nap." Summer also looked to the three girls, eyeing up Lili and Kurome as they were still unfamiliar to her. Kurome she had the faintest clues about as she had come to assist her and Ferry in their escape to the Bullheads, but Lili, she didn't know anything about her. But the way she was dressed exclusively in a blanket with matted hair which had dried into stale white flakes by now, told her more than enough.

"I noticed," Lili's eyes were drawn to Parc and Summer and gave Parc a quick nod and wholesome smile though tinted with a faint redness to her cheaks which only faded when she forced her eyes shut to hopefully fall into sleep and not have to worry about her kidnappers or that uncomfortable feeling looking at Parc brought to her belly.

"She'll have it bad for a while." Parc suddenly spoke up, bringing himself to rest against the wall besides Summer.

"I know," how could Lili not? From what Summer could see she wasn't exactly willing to what they did to her. The helplessness and trauma of the event was likely to haunt her like how the first time she had seen a dead body haunted her. Maybe even worse so. No, it would assuredly be worse. "What are we going to do with her? I'm sure the police will be able to find her parents."

Parc's head furtively shook, "no, no point in that. Her mother's the reason she was there in the first place. Plus, she want's to follow me around as my new pet," he chuckled as Summer grew a shocked expression, one that quickly faded to fury, her face growing a bright red and more than enough to send Parc's hackles on end.

"How dare you!" she whispers screamed, "faunus are not pets! No, people are not pets! Don't say things like that, not even in jest, not after everything that just happened to her. And especially not about a child!"

Glancing past Summer, Parc could see a vein pop on Lili's forehead, her eyes bolting open into sharpened slits as she glared at Summer. Her chest heaving enough for Parc to smirk and lift his hands to cover his ears.

"I AM NOT A CHILD!" the bullhead tipped to one side as Bertilak suddenly jerked to the left from the loud echo. The combo of scream and jostling of bullhead sending the two head's on Lili's shoulders scrambling away with dazed, pained eyes clasping at their ears. Ferry looking to have it the worst, what with her more acute audio-sensing ears. Summer as well burst up, shooting to the side away from Lili, landing neatly on Parc's lap with his hand grasping her back to keep her up right as Lili stomped her way towards her. "I will have you know I am old enough to get my huntsman license and drink alcohol! I am in no way a child! I'm just mini!" she huffed and puffed and blew everyones ears out. Her skin a bright furious red.

Attempting to hold his smile back Parc gave a quick glance to Lili while Summer was shivering like a newborn deer on his lap. "Hey Lili."

"What!?"

"You forgot your blanket."

"What blanke-"in her fury she had forgotten that she was in fact, naked beneath the blanket Parc had so graciously given to her. And now in her rage she had forgotten to keep her hands latched to it leaving it laid down on the ground between a still recoiling Ferry and Kurome.

Jerkily, Lili's head dropped until she saw her naked bosom out on full display as well as the faint, chestnut fuzz around her crotch. When realization hit her fury red turned to scarlet embarrassment and she sprinted back to her blanket wrapping it tight around her body, even adding her head to the mix though that didn't hide the rising steam coming off of it.

Even through her back Parc could feel Summer's heart palpitating a mile a minute. "You know, this actually feels much more comfortable," he clasped his hand onto her side and brought his other over her lap, tugging her closer to himself and breaking Summer from her Lili induced emotional terror.

Summer's heart faltered for, but a beat and her pale face turned to Parc's voice, only now feeling the coarse hands holding her in such a way they could very well be misconstrued as lovers. When she was finally turned all the way, Summer came face to face with a smirking Parc, who's nose was just a short few centimeter away from hers.

In the ensuing seconds Summer went through various thought processes, confusion as to why Parc's face was so close? what those feelings on her side and hip were? to why was the floor of the bullhead so soft? Ultimately her emotions took center stage in appearance as she turned from pale, to regular hued, to red.

Unleashing her own girlish squeak, Summer bounded from his lap and across the bullhead, flattening her back against the dented wall but not before sending the hardest slap Parc had ever felt against his cheek. Had she been using her fist he had no doubt she may have knocked out or loosened some of his teeth. From the taste of metal though, she likely still tore a part of his lip open.

Cracking his jaw, Parc wiped away his own blood with the back of his hand, hissing as he felt the small slit across his lower lip. "thanks for that," he grumbled achily rubbing the palm imprint now laced across his cheek.

Across from him Summer was wide eyed, chest heaving like she'd just run a lap around mars. When she'd noticed the cut on his lip her breathing suddenly hitched and panic was quickly added to the list of emotions she went through.

Racing off of the wall, Summer scrambled to her knees besides him, roughly grabbed his cheeks and tugged his head her direction while she dropped to inspect the wound she had given him. "I am so sorry! You don't have aura; I could have killed you!" Her hands danced down from his cheeks and onto his neck, poking around every inch for any injured portions that may have appeared from the rapid twisting motion she had just put him through.

With a roll of his eyes and shake of his head, Parc shook away Summer's. "I'm fine, I'm fine. You'd have to try harder to kill in one shot," especially when all she took from him was ten points as the small screen in the upper corner of his vision was telling him. It had already filled up by the time Summer had ran up to him, the cut even having sealed with help from his band of regeneration leaving only the blood he'd already lost dashing his lip.

"No, it's not. As a huntress it is my job to keep you safe. Not hurt you. Not with that much force."

Was she not allowed to injure him, or was it just she wasn't allowed to injure him much? It was an unnerving thought to think about.

"Then why don't you say sorry by unlocking my aura then?"

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Still in the more 'setup' phase of RWBY, so there'll be more plot for a while longer. We'll be getting right back to the more frequent raunch soon enough.