The Conquerors bloodline

Ruby and Yang had left about an hour after the revelation, urged to return to their dorm to rest and return tomorrow after their lessons to continue their chat with their mother and to just spend time with the woman they hadn't seen for oh such a long time.

"So, honey, how did that feel?" chuckled Parc as he inched behind Summer and laid his hands upon her shoulders to gently massage her muscles.

"My heart is beating out of my chest and look at this," she lifted a hand up, opened it and revealed the violent shaking beholden her, "I'm shaking like a newborn deer. I never shake like a newborn deer."

His fingers pressed tighter into her shoulder sending a pleasurable spike through her that brought about a comforting sigh from her lips, "are you at least happy you did it? even if it wasn't for very long?"

Her head nodded and eyes fell shut to enjoy Parc gentle massage, "of course… I feel like a weights been taken off my shoulders."

"I'm pretty sure that's me." he snorted, and Summer groaned.

"Nice, ruin my happy atmosphere," though her lips tilted at the ends and she soon let out her own low chuckle. "That was terrible Parc, that was like, really bad."

"I know."

They went silent bar the odd sighs Summer would let out whenever Parc loosened one of the knicks in her neck. Thoroughly calming and caressing any daughter-based tension she may have had.

"So, what do you want to do now?" His hands stroked down her arms and he leaned down to whisper in her ear. His breath stroking her causing her to pinken at the cheeks. Parc's hands moved to walking onto her belly as Summer was left to stare blearily at his digits as they teased her stomach. She gulped, "they… they just left."

"And?" Parc bit lightly her earlobe and trailed her shirt up to dig beneath the elastic of her skirt and bring his palms to her inner thighs. Her legs opening not by his urging, but by her own subconscious desires. "They're gone, that's just it. And now we're alone, free to do whatever we want." his right hand was brought to her crotch to push into her panties and subsequently her pussy, forming a slight divet as he pushed the fabric into the slit and began to caress her, oft pausing to slowly trail around the hardened nubule that was her clitoris.

"Haa…" she whined, gripping the armrests of the chair she'd brought herself into after sending Ruby and Yang off. "S-still, it feels off to do it so soon after seeing them."

"Why?" such a simple question, but for Summer it made her think.

"It just does. I mean, you're their professor now, it feels odd."

He rolled his eyes and curled his fingers beneath her panties to touch her crotch directly, the feeling of flesh touching flesh causing a tremble of ecstasy to course throughout Summer's body. "So what? We've been sleeping together long before this ever became an issue."

Summer didn't have a real answer, perhaps it was still a part of her put off by her relationship with a boy so much younger than herself. "I… I don't know." she panted a steamy, pleasured breath.

Parc smirked, "there you have it. You're over thinking it, so what if I'm their professor? Doesn't change anything." He plucked his finger from Summer's pussy, her panties and her skirt and pulled away only to lightly skirt around to her front and faced her, letting her see the large bulge that had developed in his pants. It took her attention like she was a moth drawn to a flickering flame. She knew that like those moths getting to close would only lead to her demise. In her case, the demise of becoming a deviant.

Parc descended onto his knees with an expression as bright and as dangerous as the sun. Summer kept still her heart palpitating in anticipation as he gaze beneath her skirt and to the lightly dampened and cameltoed panties. He licked his lips, pinched the elastic and pulled them down, Summer assisting just barely by lifting her bottom up enough to let the undergarment skirt beneath her bottom and onto her thighs, trailing with it a thin line of arching lust that was soon broken as her panties were brought to her knees, then her ankles, and finally were thrown off to the side to be forgotten about.

He tilted a look up to her, met her eyes and licked his lips. Leaning forth, he brought himself beneath her skirt, tugged her bottom closer to the edge and let her slump in herseat while also bringing her legs onto his shoulder. In the faint coloured darkness beneath her skirt, he could see it, her honeypot, red and puffy with a fine matting of dark pubes that framed the pink slit.

He started by the clit and brought his lips to it and kissed it just once to feel Summer's shivering but silent reaction. He kissed it again but this time lingered to let the tip of his tongue push out and tickle her unhooded bead.

"Ahh!" she cried as a small tied off pleasure dripped from her crotch.

Parc only continued to tease her clit for a few moment long, thoroughly enjoying the whimpers she made. Then he moved away, descended to the gap between her labia and eagerly let his tongue push as deep into her crevice as it could go. Feeling how she gripped and tightly undulated in reaction to every curl and torturous lapping he acted out.

"Haa-ohhh fuck, ohhh," she cried, her hands coming to grip the back of Parc's head to push him deeper into her snatch to devour her even more. She loved it, utterly reviled in the pleasure of being eaten out so mercilessly, she loved how it felt like he was tending to her needs without a care for his own. No sooner could she feel a tight, bubbling thing grow within her belly, she knew what it was, she'd felt it many a time whenever Parc would mercilessly push her against the wall and rammed his cock into her. It was the feeling of an impending orgasm.

She bit her lip, curled her fingers and even locked her legs around his head to stop him from even thinking about leaving her half done. In return, Parc's lapping only grew in fervour until debauched noises reverberated through the classroom.

And then, out of the blue, 'Knock, knock, knock.'

Parc's tongue halted its movements, Summer's eyes widened and her head shot to see the doorway to the class slowly opening. She paled, released Parc and he was quick to raise to his feet and wiped down his mouth and face the door way as well. In but a split second of lingering desire, Summer glanced to his pants only to see his erection rapidly disappear.

Stepping into the room whilst pushing up her glasses, came Glynda. Her emerald eyes glanced around the dark expanse before locking onto Parc and Summer. Summer was sat with her hands on her knees and gripped her skirt, as if to pull it down while Parc stood off to the side, not very far from Summer and with his hands locked behind his back.

"Glynda, I wasn't expecting you again today." Parc said.

Glynda's eyes narrowed as she made light strides down the steps and to the arena where he and Summer were set. "I was hoping I could speak with Summer about a few things. Alone, preferably," She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, accentuating them and the slight crevice where the to mammaries were pressed together by her blouse and bra.

Summer jolted and her face went pallid. She was still feeling the reverberations of Parc's cunnilingus kissing her crotch which held no covering. The faint breeziness it was providing her whilst in the presence of Glynda was unnervingly arousing.

"Oh," exclaimed Parc glancing back to Summer to see her squirming nature only to smirk amusedly. "I'm sure she'd be happy to have a little one on one time with you." he was sure Glynda was to really enjoy one on one time with Summer in the future, that much he'd make sure of.

He lifted his legs and strode past Glynda, ascending the staircase and approached the doorway, pausing in its frame to look back, "don't take too long, we've still got dinner to eat." the way he licked his tongue whilst looking down like a predator down at Summer enough to tell her exactly what that 'dinner' was.

He disappeared with the door shutting behind him not a second later. Glynda turned to Summer and sighed, "I won't lie, that boy gives me an unnerving feeling like he's about to pounce and have his way with me," she grumbled whilst finding herself atop another chair not far from Summer.

"O-oh, y-yeah, he-he does have that effect doesn't he?" An awkward chuckle escaped Summer as she glanced to her tossed away panties right on the precipice between the moonlight and the shadows.

Summer's fiddly nature didn't go unnoticed to Glynda, "are you alright? you look red."

Summer's head jolted and faced her friend with a forced, worm-like smile, "I'm fine, just a little warm."

Glynda rose a brow as she felt the chill of the night caress her skin and pierce her clothes. "Are you sure?" she leaned just a tad forwards and reached a hand out and laid it on Summer's forehead. "My, you're burning up…" by then, Glynda had noted a slight discolouration in the distance, a flicker of red that caught her attention and pulled her vision to it. She scanned the discolouration and found it was something, an object, a garb of clothes, quite ornate in design and very womanly, oft used by women themselves to cover their most precious parts. 'Are those?' Glynda spun to Summer, turned an eye to her hands and watched as she tugged her skirt down, only to flush as she understood the meaning of panties in the distance and a boy having just left the room.

'Well, now this is a disturbing revelation.' she mummed.