The Conquerors bloodline

Holding her breath till her cheeks glazed to a sullen blue, Glynda released the breath with a slow hiss. "I know what you're planning." The wheel jostled, moving them three quarters of the way up. Glynda sighed remorsefully, "just… get it over with."

His brow rose, staring as she leaned into the hard wood seating of the car. Her posture loosening and even her legs parting a tad more, with cheeks twitching uncomfortably. Shrugging as she laid her head on the glass wall, Parc squeezed down tighter on the remote and spun the dial. Click, Glynda shivered and a light buzz rang out from her crotch. Another click, the buzz grew louder, and her lips tensed shut, her shivering even worse. The third click she was expecting didn't come. Rolling uncomfortably on her seat Glynda looked to the remote with a scathing, trembling frown. He was waiting for something before putting it to the most dangerous setting.

'Not my goal.' Prying her gaze from the black plastic casing, she trailed down to Parc's pants, but she could see any evidence of an erection. 'Dammit' she thought grinding down her teeth. Being a wet sock wasn't going to arouse him and just reaching for his penis now was sure to raise flags in his mind. As much as she disliked the idea, letting herself go for a while was the fastest way to ripping that remote away.

Clamping her eyelids shut she loosened herself some more, she slumped lightly in the rigid seat. Biting down on her lip she let out a trembling breath, a moan veiled behind a gasp and shook as a crackling electricity ran her spine and tightened something in her chest.

"Haa-" just as quickly as the noise of a moan escaped her did, she clinch her lips and bolt wide her eyes. Even now the idea of making such a licentious noise in public right next to a boy found purchase as a sick action. Looking to him she could only feel that worry dwindle away. Clenching her legs together she began to squirm and gripped part of her seat and part of her dress. Steadily, the pace of her breath increased and more dulcet whines escaped her, each filled with a hinting of truth and falsities.

Seconds grew steadily into minutes as they reached the precipice of the wheel. The rumbling tightness in her crotch of the pill striding against the sensitive nubules inside her were addling her mind, slowly grinding away more of her sanity. Added with the ever present touch of Parc's hand on her thigh and the seemingly hard thumping of their hearts being the only noise apart from the buzz from within her, made the trip a tantalizingly alluring thing for her. As sickening as that was.

But it wasn't enough, as much as she enjoyed the spikes of electricity running her body, it just wasn't intense. The vibrations were low, even at medium speed, it was pleasurable, she couldn't say otherwise, but satisfying, she couldn't call it. Had she to put it to terms, it would be like foreplay before sex, the moments when her fingers would stroke her slit, rub her clit just to rise a bit of moistness before she would take her toy and penetrate herself so she could claim the ultimate pleasure.

Chewing her lips, her breath stifled with the trembling of her body, an action that drew Parc's gaze for a moment to her breasts to watch as they shook in turn. Each was perfectly round and full, neither sagging or disappointing.

His eyes were drawn down her side, to her back where the light definition of her form was accentuated by perfect unblemished white skin. He followed down her side, to her hips, plump and full, and moved further. Part of her leg was visibly through the slit of her dress showing off the brilliantly toned musculature. She may not be to Yang's or even Pyrrha's degree of fitness, but she was most certainly no slouch either.

Secretly wetting part of his lips, he leaned closer to Glynda, clenched his fingers down tighter on her thigh, closer to her hip, and deeper towards her crotch, and whispered. "what do you want me to do Glynda?"

Glynda shook from his sudden speech pushing through the throngs of dashing electricity. By then her pussy was clenching tighter, practically begging her to move from the foreplay and onto the real exercise. She looked out the window, over Vale's ocean far in the distance the faint landmass of Patch. No one could see them from here, no one would know how far they went, still, they couldn't go far. Not that far at least."

Swallowing her reservations, Glynda found no will to speak, so she did what she thought apt enough to tell him her desires. She leaned her head against the glass wall meant for people to gaze out of over the city, clenched tight her eyes, and parted her legs until she could feel the fabric peel away and a cool breeze stroked against more of her leg.

A sparkle appeared in Parc's eye, no words needed to be shared. As reluctant as Glynda had been and still was, she was still a woman desiring a mans touch. Even be that from a possible enemy. His expression curled to a smile and the hand that gripped her thigh tightly, loosened. Pulling it away he trailed the tips of his finger over the cool fabric, letting her feel every second of touch until finally he slipped from fabric and to skin. Just that single soft winkling of touch was an added spike of sensitivity.

Parc continued to tease her, stroking down from her lower hip to just above her upper thigh where he scratched his nail back up to her hip. The mild, barely notable pain it caused linger for not a second, but those moments were enough to stimulate her body making her chew her lip hard and moan louder.

Soon his hand, having had enough of teasing her twitching thigh, began to dig beneath the fabric and while still stroking her flaring skin, she felt him grow closer to her crotch. Faster, her heart fluttered, and more her lip quivered in confliction.

It was anticipation she felt. Sick anticipation, but anticipation none the less. Her mind processed the thought, reason told her to stop this. He was half her age, blackmailing her boss with something she didn't even know about, and was blackmailing her just as well. Not to mention he was supposedly Summer's lover. Summer didn't seem to care much about this, or at least, she didn't show it. Even then, reasoning out that she was allowing the man who had like slept with Summer not long ago to trail his hand beneath her clothing and towards her open legs and nearing her sodden panties, was not a thought that sat well within her mind.

A powerful jolt spiked within her as Parc's hand pressed into her groin and quickly lowered to rub above her panties, digging the fabric lightly into her slit with the silkiness rubbing against her clit made her chest tighten and her breath halt. "Ahhh," not for long as when it escaped her, it came out with a flushing whimpering tone.

I should be ashamed, she grit her grinding teeth and thought. Moaning like that just from light stimulation of her vagina and an irritable miniature vibrator running amok within her shallows.

Shakily, her eyelids parted and her eyes trailed over to Parc, he was staring right at her. His eyes as clear as perfect rubies. Oddly soft yet simultaneously so beastly it was rising some feminine desire within her, her inner animal was ready to bow down and give it all up just to have him bend her over and please it. Glynda's heart fluttered, what if she did? What would happen then?

Most obviously she could tell she'd become addicted. Not just to Parc's gentle touch but to the boy himself. Even this debauched action. Could she even consider herself part of Ozpin's inner circle then? Though her mind followed Ozpin, her body would fall to this boys hand as nothing but a toy for him.

Further down her eyes fell, past his arm reaching out and towards his waist. There she saw it, a tent pitched. Beneath it an erection that drew her to weakly swallowing a lump of lingering saliva. She hadn't seen one in a long time, she began to think back. Years upon years into the past, when was the last time she'd ever been intimate with a man? Sour thoughts is all that brought back. Little did she want to recall her poor choices in ten timing alcoholics.

Huffing a dulcet whine of a noise, Glynda found herself lurching to the side. Shoulder resting on Parc's side while her own hand nervously made its way towards Parc's erection. 'Now or never…' Glynda thought and let her hand descend under Parc's elated gaze.

Hard. She thought. Compared to her toy back in beacon he was stiffer. Almost like a rock. At first, she made no movements, no strokes, no squeezes, simply feeling the hard member against her hand while Parc's hand ran loops across her pussy.

She could barely keep up with the sheer mental overload the day had wrought. She needed to focus. Free herself. Even if it was only a statement that she wasn't to be pushed around. It was so close, his grip was loosening, just a bit more and she could take it and stop this abysmal assault on her sensitivities.

With what mind she could, she commanded her shaking hand to still and move towards his zipper and pulled it down. Hesitating to burrow in a pry from his underwear his cock. Only then would she be freed from this torture.

Fate though, was fickle and spiteful.