The Conquerors bloodline

Parc returned her smile and swiftly swept paint tubs, brushes and his models to the side as Coco quickly rose to her feet. Within seconds she was atop the table crawling over to him like a panther before stopping to seat herself on her knees just before him. Her legs spread far enough that had she not been wearing a skirt, Parc may have very well been able to see her everything.

He looked up to her as her hands went to each of his shoulders, his went to her hips and slowly trailed small lines up and down while pressing into her womanly flesh. She had strong, tight muscles. You wouldn't think it at first but hidden beneath her clothing was a woman with a body so trained she was practically a weapon.

'She is a huntress in training after all.' Parc thought having to tilt back his head to meet Coco's fervent and playful eyes. It was clear to him she cared little for the immodest nature of sex and their settings. She was here to have fun, not deal with arguments that sex was for lovers.

Beneath the table Velvet's tongue danced across his shaft, licking and massaging the underside while she slowly bobbed her head up and down along it, head twisting and turning as she did so. Her hand also dug into her pussy, she didn't care if her fingers were scraping away his seed, only that she had something inside her. She'd long since lost reason becoming a slave to his dick.

Velvet's fingers pressed and curled inside her forcing apart her puffy walls slick with seed and her nectar. She could hear Coco, she could hear Parc, she could hear them both with both her sets of ears yet that little part of her brain didn't care to comprehend. To her, there was only one thing for her to focus on.

And so that's what she did.

Coco brought her face close to Parc's and in seconds was hungrily devouring his lips. Her's parted, her tongue snaked out and forcibly pressed his back into his mouth in a firm statement, she was in control, not him.

Parc was more than willing to let that be the case. At least, for tonight. His other women simply let him do as he willed to them. Having one, or a few if Leone and Esdeath were included, willing to be the ones on top, it brought some variety to the mix.

Retracting her tongue, Coco parted from him leaving a strain of stringy and drooping saliva connecting them. No sooner did it break did she press back onto him, chewing and tugging on his lower lip whilst letting out playful growls pretending to be a cat locking onto their prey.

"You're quite bold, aren't you? Doing this while Velvet's sucking me off."

Coco snorted and rolled her head flicking back her fringe of light orange dyed hair over her head. "Oh, you haven't even seen the worst of me bud. Given the chance, I'd be pushing you down wherever I want." She pressed closer, her lips close to his cheek while Parc's struck her neck in a swift peck.

"You expect me to just take it?" Parc licked his lips as a shiver coursed through his body when Velvet gave a light and quick nibbling bite. Nothing so as remotely painful or threatening, but enough to let him experience a new texture of fellatio. "I could just as easily do the same to you."

"I'd let you. Just like how you'll let me and Velvet do the same."

"Oh? You're bringing Velvet into this are you?"

"She's already in on this. She's got your dick in her mouth and your cum all over her." She whispered coolly.

Parc hummed, "she does, doesn't she?"

Coco fell into a quick and low chuckle and lowered herself till she was seating her buttocks atop the table, her legs squirming out from under her coming to hang over the side of the table. He skirted his gaze to the side and downwards, seeing for a moment Velvet's head bobbing vigorously not even noticing the two legs dangling clear in her view.

"Not worried about sharing?"

"Velvet won't argue. Not with me anyways." Coco played with a lock of Parc's hair, rolling it around her finger. "We've already done more than you can imagine."

For a second Parc's eyes opened in surprise but just as quickly lowered to a dulcet smile, "I'm pretty sure I can imagine anything."

"We'll see about that." Coco leaned in, kissed him once more the moved her lips to his ear, "did you know, Velvet fucks herself with carrots?" she bit his earlobe, grinding it between her teeth as Parc shook his head.

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me."

"Will it surprise you if I told you she eats it after she's done with it? Just to get rid of the evidence." It did, to a small, minuscule point. "Funny, considering I was the one ramming it into her." Coco pressed her lips just a hair's breadth from his ear and he felt her breath tickle his ear canal. Now that, surprised Parc. He'd had an inkling from how she was talking but having it confirmed was brilliant.

Parc whistled in admiration as Coco whispered some more, "Velvet… she gets a little… uncontrollable… when her time of the year comes around."

"And you 'help' her get off?"

"I get us both off."

Velvet gagged, her noise breaking through Coco's whisper and drawing the mischievous team leaders eyes downwards. Coco's lips curled up and she turned back to Parc, giving him a final nibble on his lip and said, "I think that's enough talking." Dropping her hands from his head and shoulders, she set them on the table and pulled herself back far enough on the table that she could bring her feet onto the edge and could lay herself down so she could lift her ass, dig her fingers beneath her skirt, and pry off her surprisingly modest black panties. Tossing them carelessly to the side before sitting up and stroking one finger through her pink and plump pussy. When she lifted her finger a thin stream almost like glue stuck to her fingers connected her finger and labia.

She lifted it up, eyed the glaze and licked it from her finger with slow, seductive allure. The entire time locked with Parc just telling him how much she knew she was sexy.

Parc licked his lips, his left hand dug beneath the table gripping the back of Velvet's head to ram his cock down her throat and press her nose against his stomach. His balls tightened as he grunted and let out another jet of his seed down her throat, he didn't know how many times that made it, but even after releasing Velvet's head, the girl only pried away for a few second to catch her breath and swallow any that didn't go down before seeing he was still hard and waiting for her warm throat pussy to wrap around his manhood.

Coco smiled as he came and lifted herself onto one hand, the other gripping the bottom of her skirt and peeled it up. What Parc saw caused him to pause for the slightest moment. Unlike Velvet who'd been shaved clean to almost doll-like proportions, Coco had them, though hers were styled into a neat and pristine brown and furry heart.

"I like to have fun down there." He looked up at her, Coco's cheeks were a shade of lusting pink and she was nibbling on her lower lip. He didn't need much else bar her hand atop his head to know what she was expecting of him.

Parc wet his chapped lips and eyed her crotch. She was pristine there and he could smell a faint sweetness rising. 'She keeps it clean,' he chuckled and gently dug his arms beneath her raised legs and clasped into the bare and thick flesh of her thighs. Her muscles refusing to give him any give to press and dent her ample body.

"I think that goes for us both." Parc chuckled and descended beneath her skirt. At first, his tongue crept out and teased against the hood of her clit and drew the little button free. A glance up to Coco let him see her smiling toothily and he kept his tongue teasing the nodule of nerves. When that became boring to him, he added more to his actions. He flicked his tongue against it sending jerking spasms of electricity through her thighs, then he latched his lips around it and sucked.

"Fuck!" Coco blurted shivering from the pressure letting Parc know she liked that the most, so he kept it going. Even added more pressure and even let his tongue snake and twirl around her clit. "Holy shit-" Coco gasped, head falling back and let out a wrenching moan, "Ahhh!" she didn't care for hiding her voice, no one but Parc and Velvet were here to hear. One of them was eating her out while the other was sucking Parc off, completely lost in her own world.

When the shivers of the miniature orgasm descended her twitching cheeks shifted to a bright beaming and she gripped a handful of Parc's hair and tugged his head back to look her in the eyes. "How many sluts have you eaten out to get that good at eating a girl out?" she asked.

"More than I care to count." Parc shook his head and freed himself from Coco's grasp, swiftly burying himself back into her crotch. His tongue squirmed serpentinely across her slit and danced small, dulcet circles across her labia. A hand unhooked from her thigh and lowered under the anticipatory eyes of Coco.

Beneath the table Velvet brought a vacuum around his shaft and pulled back making a light popping noise when it came free. She panted heavily but the fingers digging into her pussy never once stopped. She moved to the base, kissed his baals then lightly suckled on them. Shivering as she looked past the member that was nearly as large as her head and up to Parc. She couldn't see his face anymore, she was guessing that was something she could blame on Coco. She'd heard her come in, Velvet just didn't care. Not while her animal side was running amok forcing her to do what animals do. Breed.

Parc pressed the tip of his index and middle into Coco's pussy, his ring and pinky curling inwards and began to push deeper. Coco took it easily, accepting his fingers like they were cocks. Noises of wet squelches soon blended with the captivating guttural moans of Coco. Her body shivered with every prying separation of Parc's fingers and every sweet suckle he gave her clit.

Her arm couldn't hold her up, so she released Parc's head and reached the other behind her just barely keeping her sat upright. That didn't last long as Parc paused, rearranged himself and without warning, he rammed his fingers deeper, he thrust them in and out, pistoning them like his own hips and quickly brought her to the verge of a mind-melting climax.

Before she could, however, the devil that was Parc, pulled his fingers from her slit and lifted his lips from her clit and wiped them down with his sleeve. Coco shook a shivered, just hoping that the residual feeling would give her the finish she needed, but it didn't.

"Dick head." She growled seating herself up. "I was sooo close."

"I know." Parc curtly responded and looked down to Velvet, she was still busy with his balls, the feeling it gave him, the soft suction and the rolling of her tongue was exquisite to his senses. Wiping a drop of slobber from her cheek he whispered low enough for her to hear, "that's enough Velvet."

The girl's eyes shifted from hazed half-moons and fell to Parc. Questioning if she should stop. She didn't want to, she wanted to keep tasting it, to keep playing with it. Even better, she wanted it inside her again.

Reluctantly, Velvet released him. Smacking and licking her lips just after giving him one last teasing stroke from base to tip. Parc was tempted to chuckle. Velvet was adorable even when doing something so perverse. Now he couldn't help but compare her look to that of a sorrowful kitten meowing for milk.

"You'll get yours soon." He held her cheek then looked to Coco, his expression darkening ominously, "but Coco needs her share, doesn't she?" it wasn't to velvet he spoke, but Coco.

"Oh, I need it." Being brought to the cusp of climax was a frustrating experience and not one she was overly fond of. While edging was fine and all she was not the one who enjoyed being edged along. Quite the opposite actually, she enjoyed edging others along. Especially Velvet, she became very melty and affectionate when in rut and not given the finish she wanted.

Parc rose from his seat and skid it back enough to give him the room to manoeuvre Coco closer, his cock already pointed towards her mons ready to press inwards.

Velvet crept out from the table and stood on shaky legs. She was a mess, not just her back was stained and dishevelled but even her front. Hair stuck with strings across her forehead, her ears—while still sloppily hanging—were just a bit more erect while her clothing, her blouse had been ripped open letting her top hang lazily over her body just barely hiding her nipples and doing nothing to hinder the strangely alluring visage of a pristine young girls belly.

Coco smirked at the girl. Seeing Velvet so utterly… ruined, was instilling some excitement that rumbled her instincts. When she turned to Parc, so too did Velvet. The rabbit looked between her team leader and the man who broke her then down to his shaft and gulped. It was glossy with her spit and what little remained of the thicker clumps was frothy and white.

With a single bit of contemplation—and a meeting with Parc's warm red eyes—Velvet stepped close and climbed onto the table besides Coco. She hiked her skirt up, letting Parc do what he wanted with her plump ass as she clambered closer to her leader. They could see it in the other, lust. Even though a small semblance of Velvet's timid nature skirted through her expression, Coco knew Velvet was in a far off place. So far she doubted the girl would ever come back.

Leaning over Coco, Velvet's breath tickled the girl's lips and Coco hers. They smelt sweet while Velvet's stank of semen and horny rabbit scents. Then they kissed, it was only a quick peck but enough for them to launch into a few more swift connections.

Before their tongues could squirm like worms into the others, Coco shivered and broke away as she felt Parc's tip press into her labia. "I'm not a virgin," she panted, "so don't you dare go easy on me. I don't want to walk tonight." Parc's cock twitched and caught her view, for a moment she paused, felt her crotch tighten but just as quickly loosened in preparation for the rod.

"Oh, I can do that for you."

Velvet brought a hand to Coco's head and patted her, weakly whispering, "you shouldn't have said that…"

For some inexplicable reason, a dangerous premonition struck her. Then, it happened.

Parc held her hips, clutched her tight and dug in his fingers and thrust. His shaft easily pried past her walls and her walls tightened in response.

"Ahhh-" Coco's squeals lasted all of a second, her back arched heavily forming a bridge and her eyelids rocketed open. Her lungs cried out to breathe in but she couldn't power was lost to her until her trembles subsided.

"I told you, you shouldn't have said that." Velvet stroked Coco's head as the girl's brown eyes slowly regained focus.

"What… what the hell was that?"

"Dick?" Parc laughed. He made a single pulling stroke then rammed back in and began to slowly piston into Coco's slick and clamping honeypot.

"That-gh-that is not normal-fuuuuck."

Parc nodded to Velvet and Velvet nodded back, without say, she began unbuttoning Coco's blouse and pulled it open. Halting when she saw Coco's seductive and ornate lace bra. Just as quickly that was pulled up letting her breasts hang open. Velvet looked to Parc, he nodded again and in silence, told her to do what she wanted.

"I'm not normal," Parc said, his pistoning hastened still the noises turned from squalid squelches to harsh thumps and creaks as the table shook beneath his fucking.

Velvet stole Coco's lips but didn't linger there, instead of kissing dots down the fashionista's neck and centre of her chest before moving to her right breast. Soon taking Coco's cherry red and erect nipple into her mouth, teasing, suckling, and nibbling it like Parc had her clit. Coco's other breast was stolen as well, taken by Velvet's hand to be kneaded and pinched.

All of it… it only proved to be a drop of water in the ocean that was Parc's harsh pounding.

Coco didn't get the chance to think, to feel, at that moment, in that small clarity she could retain… she could only think of pleasure.

Parc rammed her harder and she bounced harder. He knocked against her deepest parts, ploughed her womb and threatened to pry open her cervix. 'Danger' was her instincts only response.

'Fuck it all to hell' she thought. If he could fuck her like this, who needed to be sane?

Coco loosened her walls, knocked them down even and accepted his thrusting with more fervour. And Parc accepted her loosening in kind.

His shaft hammered deeper than before, Coco cried louder in ecstasy.

Then, on the verge of simultaneous climax. A bang resounded through the room causing all three to jerk awake and lift their gaze to the origin.

There, pushing through a false wall leading into a tunnel, was Summer. Her cheeks were rosy and her body dishevelled. She didn't need to look around to find Parc and locked onto him and the girls. She flushed brighter at the sight of them but focused on Parc nonetheless.

"Summer. Watching isn't good enough, huh?" He smirked and asked. His thrusts regained their speed and Coco once again lost her thoughts to only moan and cry like a yowling cat.

"That's not it!" urgency echoed in her voice, "you need to come with me now! Get out of her and put some pants on-"

"What's wrong?" Parc's pistoning stopped and worriedly focused on her.

Summer's lip trembled, her eyes darted about and looked back to the tunnel coated in rapidly expanding frost as a sudden reaming chill shot in causing her breath to turn white and for Coco and Velvet's nipple to harden even more.

"Esdeath's going into labour."