The Conquerors bloodline

His pants fell and the twin halted, they gazes widening as they locked onto his rising shaft. The looked to eachother disbelievingly then took one more look for assurity that it was real. Their hands tightend, clenching the taught thigh flesh of the other with a hint of nervousness immediatly filling them. Parc lowly laughed and licked his lips. To them it looked like he was enjoying their trepidation.

No sooner did their heart beat faster and they licked their lips. What uncertainty they had shifting to excitement at the rising tightness in their groins.

"Are you just going to make us wait?" Melanie spoke as Miltia squeezed her breast raising a low, licentious moan from her depths.

Parc chuckled, "of course not." He crawled over the bed, the sisters parted aways from eachother allowing him to settle between them. Without moment for pause the looked to his cock, its animalistic curve and the thick veins. They gulped then lowered and planted their lips over his chest staining his pecs with with their lipstick.

Wet noises escaped them, Melanie rose, trailing up to his shoulder and latched to his neck with her tongue snaking wets cirvles over his nape. Miltia went from the tip of his shoulder and found herself at his nipple. There she took it into her mouth and teased it with slow slimy motions.

Both their hands trailed down from the muscles of his belly, slowly stroking a line down through his pubes and towards his shaft. Melanie took the tip, rubbing the glans with slow motions and Miltia took the shaft, stroking it up and down urging more blood to rise into it and engorge it even more. All the while Parc had hooked his arms around their backs and was fondling their pert ass cheeks, his fingers melted into them and rose slight shivers of anticipatory electricity to their bodies.

Melanie pulled her tongue higher leaving a trail over his jaw, her other hand turned his head towards her so she could pierce her tongue into the cavity of his mouth and enrapture his tongue with the small worm like movements of her tongue. Her sister gave a small teasing nibble to Parc's nipple and his shaft twitched in her grasp.

The girls skin flushed a shade of ruby desire and finally Melanie pulled away to breath, a drooping stream of spittle connected her to Parc. With a small look to her sister meeting her gaze, Melanie nodded and Miltia released his nipple after one final sucking. Melanie rose to her sisters height and Parc tickled and pulled their cheeks apart, his fingers digging beneath their panties.

"We aren't cheap." Miltia was surprisingly the first to say.

"We want money." Melanie added.

"Lots of it."

"Handjob two hundred lien."

"Blowjob five hundred."

"Seven hundred for us both."

Miltia wettened her lower lip, "for our pussies one thousand."

"Anal three thousand."

"For a threesome five thousand."

"Creampies ten thousand."

Suddenly their eyes sharpened as they spoke in unison with wtheir voices low, almost ghost like in etherealness. "One hundred thousand and you can own us for a week."

Parc was taken aback, he had been expecting something to the likeness of this considering their reasoning was the gold he'd presented to Junior. But for them to be so forthright and unashamed was a surprise. Rarely were the girls around him so assertive, Leone and Esdeath seemingly were the only ones who'd even try something like this. Najenda maybe but Kurome… Parc quickly realized of all his girls Kurome was likely the one most likely to do something like this, though for her everything would be free and for Parc to choose when to do it.

"Pay now."

"Not later."

The sisters said. In return Parc rolled his eyes and released Miltia's cheek. "Get me the satchel," he muttered softly.

Miltia nodded and rose from the bed making quick strides to his discarded pants and sifted through the fabric until she found a bulbous brown satchel the size of her fist. She unhooked it from his belt and turned back to the bed, not hesitating to take back her position while Melanie continued to dance her fingers across Parc's chest and thoroughly explore his mouth.

Taking the satchel, Parc dug through it with one hand and pulled out ten of his golden tokens, fanning them out in his hands. "Ten tokens, each worth about a thousand lien meaning ten thousand. Should be enough, no?" he watched Militia's eyes as they sparkled and she took them from him, stuffing them all into a drawer by the bedside he noted was filled with dozens upon dozens of lien cards, many a shade of many a shade of pink though most were yellow. Were Parc to price he'd say they had a good few thousand already in there before his tokens joined in.

With their dues paid the sisters nodded to each other and prepped themselves. Melanie guided him down, gently pulling him until he was laid down, Miltia herself crept to the foot of bed, laying herself just barely over Parc's thigh with her rump presented to his right. Miltia joined her on the left in much a similar position. Parc looked between their well formed asses, their panties doing little to hide the pink glow practically rising from beneath. He reached out, hands sinking into their ass flesh and began teasing their delecate rumps.

They drew their lips to his cock, their breaths sending uncontrollable shivers through the shaft. Their tongues fell loose and starting from the base they slowly drew upwards collecting his potent scent that addled their minds and drew forth a dampness to their pussies. At the glans they twsited their tongues into the foreskin, digging beneath and cleaned it. Their tongues would often touch as they danced and coiled like twin serpents. Soon Melanie drew from his glans and licked the shaft while Miltia took to the glans, taking it into her mouth and began to rolls and slurp his phallus wetly.

His hand massage's their rumps then once he was tired of that he reached for the hem of their panties and pulled them down to their thighs. Even down there they were the same, the pussies shaved like that of barby dolls and dribbling with desire that laced their inner thighs and trickled strings to their lowered undergarments. Parc glanced between them, stroked his fingers across the slits and rubbed the clits in small circular motions unhooding the buttons and drawing soft whimpers from the girls.

Melanie pulled a hand to his testicles and rolled them in her palms with the slightest amount of force. Not enough to do any pain but enough that Parc could relish the unique feeling. Minutes drew past and Melanie thought it time for Parc to let out his first for that evening. She pulled away and wiped down her lips of slobber. Continuing to watch as her sister's head bobbed and slurped his cock. Not a moment later did Miltia push deeper, so far that the shaft knocked against the back of her throat. But that wasn't enough for Melanie who was coated now in pink delights.

The girl reached out, wrapped her fingers around the long raven locks of Miltia and as Parc rammed his fingers deep into the sisters pussies, she bit down and clenched. Her arm jerked down and for the briefest moment Miltia's throat loosened allowing the girl to take nigh half the shaft.

Parc's undulations within their nethers didn't go unnoticed but reactions were lost as they forced themselves to focus on him and his bulging manhood.

Miltia's tongue tasted his precum, feeling his the underside bulged like a balloon ready to burst. She knew what was next and with the slightest upwards look to her sister, prepared herself. When the bulging thickened even more she lifted up and lingered on the glans, skirting around the frenulum. Then, Miltia rammed down, her sister applying force to the back of her head pushing her farther then she'd been before.

Parc jerked, a guttural grunt escaping him as his hips thrust, meeting the girls throat and ploughing so deep his ball kissed her nose. Semen shot from his tip, spurting directly into her stomach. Miltia swallowed as much as she could but the tide seemed unending. What she couldn't down welled in her cheeks puffing them up like squirrels.

Minutes felt to have past with Parc's shivering orgasms never subsiding. Miltia could take no more, the seal of her lips faltered spurting out a thick ooze around his shaft. She struggled to raise her head but Melanie wouldn't let her. The sister pressed down harder, cruelly watching as Miltia's struggled for breath practically drowning in sperm.

As the red pantied sister's eyes rolled and her knees gave way, Melanie finally freed her and tugged the girls face from Parc's cock. Unsheathing the tyrannically hard shaft like a sword from its scabbard. Miltia fell to the side, gagging and gasping as sperm belted from her throat.

Melanie knelt there, watching, her expression a cold blend of neautrality and fear for the amount Parc had released. She looked to him, then back to her sister and leaned herself closer and tongue the milky white seed from Miltia's cheeks and lip. She flipped the girls head over and cleaned the other side.

All the while acutely aware that Parc's shaft was rigid and undaunted by the recent expulsion.