The Conquerors bloodline

"I am guessing that wing was your semblance." They'd been walking in mostly silence out of the pier and down one of the streets of Vale. Hickory avenue if she remembered rightly.

Parc shook his head with a roll of his eyes, "everyone keeps asking that. No, it's not. Just a little quirk of my physiology is all." He said glancing on a slight upwards incline to Glynda's eyes. She met his gaze ultimately faintly flushing and diverted away from him to focus on the street ahead.

Few people were out this time of night or were just about to head back to their homes tired and ready to konk out the moment the door closed behind them. All the shops had closed as well leaving many glass displays just thinly veneered behind gap ridden metal gates, some—the more high-end places that could afford such things—had more impact resistant glass which was left fully open allowing for some semblance of window shopping even at night.

"Growing a wing is not possible. Considering that you did would mean it was your semblance."

"Yet it wasn't ms. Weiss 2.0." She tilted him a confused look. "Weiss said the same thing when I stopped the White Fang from kidnapping her. Gave her one of the feathers which she had to this day."

Glynda thought back to the recent days she'd seen Weiss and indeed she did have a particularly large feather with her at most times. The girl would clutch at as if it was about to fade away into the wind at any given moment yet never would. "So that was from you." She exclaimed, "exactly how is something as physiologically impossible as that, is possible?"

Parc shrugged, "no idea. I mean, I was born with one wing but that was sort of sawed of when I was a kid. After certain… things, happened, I can now just summon it back. Though I will admit it is more feathery than I remember. Back then it was sort of leathery and patchy with feathers running along the bone mostly."

Glynda latched on to those words, those small words spoken with certainty saying he HAD, had a wing. Singular, some time in the past. Then that slight sour intonation when he said it had been sawn off. It was a sick and archaic idea, during the great war it had happened a few times as punishment for faunus slaves, remove their animal appendages if they had them, if they didn't, flog them a little harder than the others and leave the skin so heavily scarred that it would never look normal again.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Eh, don't be. I'm not looking for pity. The past is the past, I'd prefer to look to the future." Hypocrite, he knew that. No way he was putting those women behind him. Those sour, evil women who threw not only himself, but his mother away. They'd get their comeuppance. One day.

Terse silence provocated around them, the only noise of the odd passing vehicle or the distant gaffing laughter of drunkards and the like. Glynda's eyes wandered all over, wriggling slightly whenever the still vibrator would shift inside her. Parc hadn't flipped it on, not since the escape from the ferris wheel car. He was waiting for an apt time no doubt.

Parc shifted, drawing her attention and lifted his hand up to check the time on his scroll. An inclination of her head told her it was nearing quarter past eight. The scroll clicked and shut off, returning to Parc's pocket while his head skirted around analyzing the street, lingering on the signs and the roads they spoke of. He was looking for something, that much was obvious.

"You lost?" she amusedly harrumphed.

"Been to Vale like, five times. It took me an hour to memorize the route from the restaurant to the pier and that's about the only route I know. Getting to Beacon and the docks is easy enough."

"Where are you taking me then," wetting her lips she shuffled and slid her arm into a more comfortable hooking of Parc's own.

Lasering down the street, he threw his eyes left and right and drew them both to a stop. Glynda tilted down with a twinge of confusion that soon decayed to a twitch of her lip when she saw his oblique gaze and sly smile.

Barely seconds later she found herself hastily dragged through the streets, barrelling deep into an alleyway. Not even getting the chance to leave behind a yelp of surprise before her eyes were bolted open and her lips were pried wide by an invasive tongue and the rough feeling of lips atop hers.

Glynda gasped, filling Parc's mouth with her breath. On her back she could feel the cold touch of the stone used to build most the cities buildings. That though, didn't take her thoughts, it was taken by the salaciously slithering tongue twisting tight around her own. Her glasses were slightly fogged up by the puffs of air escaping her nose only to bound back against Parc's face and onto her spectacles.

Parc pressed her tightly against the wall while her fingers of both hands shrivelled like a dead spider. One hand rose in a vain attempt to push him away only for him to slam it against the wall sealing the movement of the limb. Her other also rose and touched his chest but it too joined its sister against the wall.

His assault was merciless, even she could feel her own rigid nipples stabbing into his chest, feel the uncomfortable moistness of her crotch. She glanced to the side out of her glasses, barely three meters away from the alley entrance. They were right in the middle of the city, kissing so lastingly it made her mind flicker to white and sent her knees wobbling psychotically that they she may even lose strength in them and falter.

Before she could, Parc's leg pressed between hers and shoved against her crotch, stimulating her with a few bolt of soft electrical signals.

Parc's tongue retracted, his head pulled back just a far centimetres from her own. He was panting slightly, not as much as she was as her lungs were working at overdrive to give her the wanted nutrition to let her brain process the sudden signals.

"I was thinking here would be good." He whispered, and brought his lips down to her neck, travelled from her throat then to the side. His breath stroking strange nerves of arousal Glynda wasn't even aware she had.

"This is an alleyway!" glaring the street just as a drunkard passed stumblingly by. Perfect evidence why this was not the right place to do… that. It was still causing a place in her stomach to rumble happily at the idea.

"And?" his kiss touched her neck, then his teeth teasingly bit down that sent a spike of shivers through her. It wasn't a hard gnawing, but the scratchiness as intensely pleasurable. So much so she found herself unconsciously grinding herself against Parc's leg. Something he noticed the moment of.

"Your brain might not like this idea, but this part of you…" pulling his leg back, he whispered into her ear and sent one hand down, quickly replacing his leg with his hand and pressed her dress between her legs and into her slit. She gasped, body trembling from the cruel assault. "…want's this Glynda."

"It… it's too risky. If someone see's me… knows me, I'll be ruined."

Parc huffed, 'of course that's what she's concerned about. Luckily I'd planned for this.' Releasing her other hand his shot to the pouch and dug out a masquerade mask coloured in dark blue and gold colouring. Holding it up, he let her see it then moved to put it on her—having to remove her glasses leaving her near-sighted self-confused.

"This isn't hiding anything!" It barely covered her upper face let alone her lower, hair and the rest.

"People are stupid, and it's dark. Trust me, no one's going to know it's you."

"You don't know that! What if someone's been following us like those five?" Head tilted up she trembled, her pussy drenched and her womb tightened in excitement.

Parc smirked, pushed off the wall dragging Glynda with him and spun her around without resistance. Pulling her close he pressed his throbbing tent into the pressed in crevice her dress created between her ass cheeks. Right hand rising, he pushed up her chin and squeezed her throat tightly, not so much that she couldn't breath but tight enough that he could convey his control over the situation.

He tilted her head up, forced his lips close to her ear and whispered.

"Then we'll give them a show."

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Okay, so, I'm realizing I'm really floundering around and extending this arc quite into the distance. Aka, there's been little sex going on. Which I'm not entirelly annoyed with. It was nice to take a break from penis and pussy writing.

More scenes will probably be coming up much quicker in the future, especially considering I've gotten the main 'foreplay' chapters mostly done for a few of the girls.

Also. holy shit I wasn't expecting RWBY to be a particularly long world. How wrong I was and still am.