The Conquerors bloodline

The noises, Summers moans, they echoed through the bunker as if right next to them. Her moan's they didn't even sound human anymore. As Blake lifted her legs and squirmed together her legs as if pleading for her bladder to hold itself for a few more hours, she could only think of an animal. If anything she sounded like a Faunus lost in the thralls of having their—no, quickly she shook her head. If she thinks like that she'll start getting rowdy. That would only make her more uncomfortable.

Lifting her head a little more she turned her gaze over the rest of the room, it was dark in no small part to their subterranean refuge keeping any natural moonlight out but there was a slight glow from coming from the various led lights of the TV and the various consoles lined beneath it.

Off to the right, nestled on the couch was Ruby, she was splayed haphazardly atop it. Eyes shut and not quite snoring, blissfully ignorant of the bestial noises keeping her awake.

Not far from her was Weiss, though really it was more just a bundle of squirming fabric now. Blake could only guess what form of debauched things that prissy little princess was doing beneath there.

Then set closest to the door leading to the hall was Yang, she had her back to the wall but she'd seemingly flipped over at some point as now her feet were next to the door while her head was farther away. No doubt in a poor attempt to somewhat lessen the exuberance of the sounds. Running her gaze to Yang's face, Blake could see her partner's cheeks twitching as her eyes stared hatefully at nothing in particular and had taken on the usual scarlet red hue that came out whenever her semblance was in effect.

For all intents and purposes, Yang was blind but Blake could just tell she wouldn't be able to sneak out and rush down to the toilets without alerting the yellow one.

As her belly tightened and a discomforted grumble rose, urging her to rise and run off to relieve herself. Blake pursed her lips to lines and whined discontentedly at its loudness.

In an instant, the writhing fabric ball that was Weiss stilled and Yang's blind eyes turned partially her way. "Blake… guessing you can't-"

"Ahhh!" A loud cry echoed from Summer, snuffing out Yang's sentence midway. "Fuuu, cumming, cumming—Haaa!"

Just like that, Blake could see a light fizzle out in Yang's eyes. It was one thing for her to hear her mother having sex, it was another thing when the sound was so clear they may as well be sitting at the bedside watching the events happen while they sipped on wine and snacked on cheese bites.

"Do you think if I stuffed my pillow over my face I'd stop hearing them? Like, really hard, like, until I stopped breathing? Because I'm really wanting to kill myself right now." Yang whispered, not fully expecting a response from Blake.

Blake was far from the point of caring about Yang's laments as the tightness only grew even more painful forcing Blake to shiver on the verge of emptying herself then and there. She couldn't let that happen. She was a grown woman, pissing herself was not something she was ready to live with. Not now. She didn't think she could live with the shame if she did.

Slowly she rose from her perch against the wall and groaned as did her stomach. Lifting herself to her bared feet she crossed her legs, clamped her thighs and inched herself as quietly as she could pass the coffee table and towards Yang's guarding bastion.

"Blake? What are you doing?" Yang though unable to see Blake's movements could already guess it was her partner's footsteps she was hearing.

"I need the toilet," Blake whispered back, casting her partner a short, sidelong glance in the process and saw her eyes widen for a breath before she uttered a low.

"Oh. Uh. Good luck?"

She was going to need it.

Hobbling past her partner she arrived at the hollow doorway and paused in its aperture to stare down the seemingly endless protruding pathway. At the end, she could see the faintest hint of dull orange light piercing through the gaps in the doorway and immediately she knew that was where Summer was being mercilessly fu-

Blake shot her head to the side, her heart beating a mile a minute as another feeling grew, hidden beneath her tightening bladder. Taking a few slow, puffing breaths she lifted one leg and set it just a bit past the aperture and dragged herself across it.

By far the first was the hardiest as every other one after was quicker, pulled her farther. At the same time, the noises progressively turned louder until she could hear not only Summer's wimpish cries of ecstasy but also those low guttural grunts of Parc alongside those lustful wet slaps and squelches that were developing a sick image inside her mind.

For a second her stride halted and she dragged claws across her face and picked up her pace. 'Not much further till the bathroom,' peering through her fingers she could see the doorway to the bathroom. Ten steps. Just ten small steps and then she'd be there with a door blocking her from those horribly torturous noises.

Reaching for the handle, Blake ripped open the door and thrust herself in, slamming it as quietly as she could behind her. For a few moments, she patted her chest and looked down at the porcelain.

"Fuck-fuckp-fuck-ohhh-"

Not even the door could stop the noises though. The distance she'd abandoned had proved too much for a simple thin door to hinder. She thought it even sounded louder than in the lounge.

Whimpering weakly she could no longer halt or tighten her bladder so swiftly she dropped the loose-fitting booty shorts Parc had provided for them along with her panties and seated herself atop the throne. "Haa…" a sigh of relief immediately escaped her as she released her pent up fluids into the bowl.

"Ghh-ahhn… oh Parc, fuckfuckfuckfuck…"

It was astonishing to Blake just how long Parc was lasting. He was almost like those men from her books, skilled, incomparably so with a virility that just couldn't be quelled. It was comical if anything. Every man had a refraction period… didn't they?

Tearing off a few sheets of toilet paper, Blake neatly folded them and cleaned herself but didn't immediately stand. Instead, she came to lean with her elbows on her thighs and head in hand, staring wistfully at the door. In her mind, she could just imagine a scene, that Parc had lifted Summer up, pressed her against the door until her breasts pressed flush against the wood and forcefully fucked her from behind. Mercilessly pounding her pussy with such power that Summer was forced to stand on her tiptoes just to be able to keep herself on her feet. Even then, every thrust that drew her mind into the whiteness that was ecstasy Summer would find herself pushed into the air, helpless to his whims.

Blake gulped, wet her dry throat as her eyes trembled. Maybe he'd flipped her over? Lifted her into the air, let her hook her legs around him as if anticipating and wanting for his cum to fill her stomach and latch to one of her eggs and fully mark her as his.

"Fuu…" Blake sighed, barely even recognizing the misty haze taken to her eyes or the piercing points of her nipples pressing through her blouse. All she could feel in that moment was lust, a bestial hunger not unlike that of Summers.

Her mind turned back the clock, focused on Parc's touch and the taste of his saliva on her tongue. Leaning back against the toilet, Blake involuntarily spread her legs wider and let her left hand draw to her inner thigh while her right hand moved further. When she felt her warmth and that little nest of pubes she shivered and lifted her eyes to the doors.

'What would he do if he walked in now?' it was an insidious thought. One that robbed her of sentience. Blake curled in her ring, pink and thumb, slumped a little on the seat and let her pinky and middle find their way to her already de-cloaked clit.

'Would he fuck me right now?' a trickle of drool dripped down her cheek and welled on her shoulder as shivers coursed their way across her body. '**** me like the bitch I am?' she didn't care about it anymore and let her inner, most deeply hidden thoughts reign free.

'Tie me up, keep me as his fuckpet for the rest of my life?' her fingers pressed down her clitoris and found her labium. Parting her moist, puffy lips she pushed into her tightness and felt her walls coil around her fingers like they were Parc's cock. Pressing, squeezing, twisting. Would she even be able to pleasure him?

'Maybe cover me in ropes and hang me from the ceiling. Leave me as a sack of meat for him to play with whenever he feels like.'

"Haa-nhhyaaa…" no matter how hard she tried to reign them in, her yowls would escape, echoing to the others her readiness for a man's cock to enter her and leave her squirming in ecstasy.

And then, as if by fate's cruel insistence. The door slid open and in it appeared Parc. His body dashed in sweat with a pair of baggy trousers hiding his lower half but unable to hide the dropping tent as his erection dissipated. He had been scratching his side, even yawned a bit but as he gazed into the darkness of the toilet she could see him squint and once he recognized the silhouette, its pose and even heard the wet dripping squelches, a bright smile lifted his lips and revealed his teeth like a snarling hound.

Staring up at him with eyes rolling in lust, Blake barely realized he was there and kept ploughing her pussy with little thought.

"Is this supposed to be an offer or something?"