The Conquerors bloodline

She didn't say anything at first. Her lips pursed tightly forming into small squiggles as confliction grew apparent in her expression. "Parc, I-I don't know. You're just…" her head lulled bringing into her vision the highly apparent tent that made her gulp loud enough for Parc to hear and smirk at.

"Summer, I told you, I don't care about your age," he lifted her chin and forced her to look at him. Drawing himself closer aswell until her bottom was pressed against the counter and his other hand was clasping the counter as well. "I. want. You." Each word its own, slowly spoken out in a tender whisper.

Summer trembled, her hands hanging by her sides but feeling her nipples growing harder with every push closer he took

"I won't force you into doing it with me Summer," he leaned down bringing his face close to hers to the point they could feel each other's breath against their cheeks and taste the others scent. "But I won't stop going after you."

Her jittering jaw only grew more obvious, "but, you- I'm too old for you-"

Parc rolled his eyes, she was really stuck on her age, wasn't she?

Her words of course went on deaf ears as Parc gently gripped one of her hands and guided her hand to his erection sending her cheek's sparkling to red at the rigid tent touching against her fingers. She tried to pull her hand back only to fail when he kept her hand still and holding his hardon.

"Summer, you made me like this. If my words aren't enough for you to realize it then let this show you just how serious I am." He released her hand though she didn't pull it away. Lingering, even coming to nervously squeeze it. Just once that was before she ripped her hand away clasping it in her other one shocked and horrified, she had just done that.

He didn't stop her this time and opted to watch her as she stared at the lightly twitching denim tent. Her unsteady hand coming free from her other as she repeated Parc's words in silence. Letting them guide her to reaching down and press the tips against the tent. Her lips parting to let out a light venting of steam as she grew evermore hazy eyed.

"This-this is wrong," she argued, more to herself than to him he was guessing. "You're-you're the same age as my daughters." Just a year or two older, he added though spoke not a word.

He was sure her mind had raced to Tai at some point. Feeling guilty for even thinking of 'cheating' on him only to realize that there was no cheating when their relationship was voided by an engagement and a death certificate.

Surely, her hand gently began to stroke and rub the fabric. Audibly gulping as she did so. She bucked her head forwards, knocking it against Parc's wall of a chest. "Wouldn't… you want someone younger? Prettier? You're handsome, there's so many girls you could choose…" she flushed realizing she'd called him handsome.

"I chose you, Summer." Telling her about the other dozen girls he'd 'chosen' could come later. Alongside that he'd basically already chosen both of her daughters as well.

A trembling breath was forced out of her as she heard that. Her eyes narrowing shut as she forceddherself to part her hand from Parc's lower half. Raising both her hands to his chest to push him back. She had made her mind up.

When Parc was a decent bit away from her, she quickly buttoned up her jeans and spun around. Reaching for the pan with their steaks on it and pressed onto one with her index, finding that it was thankfully still hot enough to eat. "I-I've made dinner. We… we should eat it first." Her voice cracking at the end.

He saw the intent hidden behind the words and he nodded, raising his lips to a staunch smirk as he backed away to the dinning room table. Seating himself by one of the set-out place mats, cutlery and glasses. Letting his lower self rapidly calm itself for now.

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Swallowing the last bit of gravy laced roast potatoes, Parc wiped down his lips with his thumb. Moving his gaze to fall to Summer who was fiddling with the last few pieces of carrot and broccoli on her plate. Her gaze often shooting off in Parc's direction before hastily returning to her plate to continue playing with her food.

It was quite simple to break her out of her foodly trance, a loud sip of water from his glass and a harsh thump of setting it back down on the table to get a small start from her and alert her to his sky smile staring right at her.

"You… you're finished?" she attempted to return the smile, doing her utmost to not seem completely conflicted about what was becoming a seeming inevatibility at this point.

"It was delicious." Parc patted his belly and nodded.

"O-oh, I'm, I'm uh, glad." Her chair scratched against the floor as she rose up plucking her plate from the table as she did, "I'll go do the dishes then," she skirted around the table about to take Parc's plate when he rested his cheek on his hand and spoke.

"You're really trying to avoid this, arent you?"

She jerked, her hand recoiling back as she said, "whaaaat? Pft, noooo, I just… I just, uh, want to do the dishes before we… before we… before we, uh…"

"Fuck?" He had to admit, it was more than mildly amusing seeing Summer go a step above scarlet with his shameless muttering.

In the end she looked about ready to power a steam train with how much was raising from her entire body. "I mean, that's not- it's- we're," it was proving to be incredibly easy to break Summer into a stuttering mess with just a bit of provocation.

"-going to fuck?" he questioned pushing his chair out and turned it till he was facing Summer from the front and rose to his feet, removing the plate she held as he did so and tossed it onto the table. Uncaring for if it shattered into a million pieces as he stared down at Summer who couldn't bare to meet his gaze.

Wrapping his hands around her waist, he tugged her against himself, finding earfuls of pleasure at her surprised squeak. Her own hands pressed between their bodies with her fiery complexion searing through Parc's clothes.

Stroking one hand along her spine, his other dropped to her buttocks and delicately pressed into the soft bump of flesh. Letting his digits traverse and press into the faint crack her skin hugging jeans had formed on her. "All you need to say is stop." When he said that he pressed his hand into the back of her jeans but not beneath her panties, traversing deeper under Summer mellow whines until he reached a dank portion of her jeans. Brushing his middle finger against her panties to feel her labia spread out letting her panties push into her crotch.

She clasped handfuls of his shirt, her bottom pushing out forcing Parc's hand to slide away from her crotch but to rise to another gap they could press into. A even worse feeling coursed through Summer as she suddenly bucked her hips forwards wanting to avoid him even going near that orifice.

When she'd realized her mistake, she rammed her face into her chest, burying himself away from Parc teasing smile. Unable to hold back the muted moan's raising from her throat and the fluttering of her body from his continued over-the-panty fingering.

Summer was barely able to tug her clenched teeth open and cry out, "Wait." Though when she did, Parc's finger immediately halted and extradited away from her pussy. "Not… not here…" without looking up at him she said

In response Parc shrugged, he was fine for doing it anywhere. In fact, he practically wanted to do it everywhere at least once. At that thought he quirked a brow and thought, 'maybe I should try something public with the girls?' but quickly got out of that thought when he corrected himself about how rude it was to think of other girls while the woman before him was prepped and ready for him.

"Alrighty then," he muttered and released Summer completely, not for long though as he quickly lifted her into a princess carry. Ignoring her yelp as he made large strides to the bedroom of the suite. Practically kicking the door down when he'd arrived there.

The door still wide open when he threw Summer onto the bed, loosening the top button of his shirt while looking down at the fiddling Summer, still unable to look him square in the eye from how darting her eyes were.

That was something he'd be fixing pretty soon he figured.

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