The Conquerors bloodline

Parc stared once more over the darkness encapsulated upper deck, the pool as ever lit from beneath by numerous lamps buried into its sides. Ever still thanks to the various machinations the Grand Mistralian had to keep its guests from getting sky sick. Off to its side, sat by one of the few extendable lights meant for crew and cleaners to see, come their nightly cleanings, was Aurora.

She had pulled one leg up on the pool chair, letting the other lay flat, while she flipped through a book of hunkish men without any little to no clothes on. Firemen judging by their hats. Each page made her chew her lip white as she imagined just what those handsome boys could do to her body. Parc couldn't blame her, no reason to. He could see the appeal, though he much preferred the feminine forms of gravure idols and what not. That was something in the past though, now with his veritable harem of models, he seldom needed a book of pictures to get himself off.

Parc descended the steps onto the pool deck, his thumps echoed in the silent whir of the pool's filters working overtime to clean out the water for the next days swimming. On his heel Blake, she hadn't joined him topside come night, so she was looking around with intrigue as she held his arm and pressed it between her two pleasantly sized breasts.

When her focus fell to Aurora, her pupils dilated to a feline slit but quickly calmed to flush as she remembered the last few nights when Parc would come back smelling like another woman.

As they arrived by the bikini-clad captain, Parc spoke up, "you know, if you wanted to see a hot man, you could have just asked."

Aurora tilted up her head to his broad-shouldered body and scanned his form, her eyes practically humping his form as she scanned it, recalling every time he bent her over and left her legs quivering long into the next day. "Mmm," she hummed dulcetly casting a glance to Blake with a smirk, "oh honey, these boys have nothing on you. Don't you know? These firefighter boys have little teensy weenies. Nothing like yours." Even days later, her shameless nymphomaniacal thoughts were refreshing to Parc. "I doubt they'd even be able to knock my pussy up as you do." Even with Blake there, she didn't bother to filter her words.

Parc chuckled and shook his head, "exactly how are you a captain?"

"Because I've been steering airships since I was twelve and am better than every other guy out there." She shut her book, throwing it to the side to stretch her arms over her head and let Parc leer at her perfectly formed tits. When she looked back to him then back to Blake, she smiled and licked her lips. Blake shivered, hairs across her body going on end. "Quite a pretty girl. Blake, if I'm right?"

Hesitantly Blake nodded and released Parc's arm to stand with sharp, cautious eyes baring down over Aurora, "You'd be right. And you're the captain."

"And you'd be right as well," Aurora lifted herself from her laid position to a seated one and twisted on her bottom towards Parc. "So a threesome tonight?" Parc snorted and nodded, affirming her notion while Blake simply flushed. A normal two-person relationship could be debauched, but a three-person… her books told her of many utterly derisable things that could be done with that. It was an exhilarating notion, setting off all those exciting follicles in her depths, readying her for ecstasy.

"I also have an offer." Parc glanced over his shoulder to another of the pool chairs and seated himself on it. Arms rested on knees and hands looked together as he hunched his body closer to Aurora as she quirked a quizzical look.

"An offer? Oh my, I don't think I'm ready marriage," she cackled and cupped her cheek, tossing as sardonic a reaction as she could.

Blake soon seated herself at the tip of Parc's chair, not saying anything as she inspected the deck, her cat ears twisted to listen in to their conversation.

"Trust me, I don't offer girls my hand in marriage easily."

Aurora put on a false face of disappointment and descended her hands to the plush faux leather padding and leaned back in such a way to emphasize her chest, and crossed her legs, hiding her crotch behind an alluring wall of well-toned thighs. "Aww, and here you got me all excited to ride you into the night in celebration."

"Oh, that's still going to happen." He laughed a response.

"Good. Cause I've had one hell of a day, Parc. Like that annoying prat of a lard tub coming to look for something nefarious, Parc. Because someone decided to break up a marriage in the middle of my cruise, Parc." Each motion brought her gaze to the cusp of mirthful spite. Not quite hate, more frustration than anything like that.

Parc chortled, "what? That… I don't even remember his name, he bugging you?" his lips tilting up amusedly.

"Yeah, fat bastards asking for my accounts looking for some bad thing I've done."

"I mean, you did sorta pocket twenty-five thousand."

"And?" she questioned. "It was a donation and had absolutely nothing to do with you getting the Emperors instead of the Brandys… well, 'Brandy' I guess it now is."

"Still not the best thing to have out there. Some might say you chose money over your customers… can't imagine that would do your image well if it got out."

"Eh," she scoffed, "fuck image. People who care so much about how they look are fake pansies. I'd rather flick my bean on stage than grovel at peoples feet." Somehow, Parc expected she would enjoy that.

'Maybe another time', he thought. "Respectable, respectable." He trailed off, letting Aurora focus herself before speaking up, "I'll get right to it then. How would you like to pilot my ship?" he gave her a second to think, "See, I've got this old airship, not quite to the size of this, but an airship nonetheless. The only problem being, I don't know how to work it. I can move it place to place in pieces, but as one chunk… well, that's a lot more complicated, isn't it?"

Aurora stared him down, meeting his eyes before throwing her head back to stare up at the star ridden sky. So many laced the heavens, nothing like the land below the clouds where city lights blotted out those weak rays. When she turned down, her eyes sharpened to dagger points, "sounds like fun. But I'm going to need more than a good dick to keep me on board. Thirty thousand a month excluding the free house you're going to offer me."

Blake spat blood at that, her head twisted with such force Parc almost heard her neck snap, "Thirty thousand!?" she guffawed at the amount.

Parc rapped his fingers against each other, pondering the notion, "that's a lot of money."

"And I'm a lot of woman."

Going silent, he pondered for a few moments, chuckling and puffing breaths through his nose but never leaving the girls eyes but for a moment. "I've noticed." The nights with her often were vigorous and draining, nothing a quick rest couldn't recoup due to his half lust demon heritage. "A salary and a house…"

"And medical expenses, and gas, and plenty of vacation days, and paid maternity leave if I ever decide to get knocked up, and I also want a pool, big one, like this." She indicated to the one they sat beside, "not to mention I need a good ride here and there, and I'm not going to play second fiddle in a line of hussies. When I want to fuck, I want to fuck."

She held his gaze sternly, not willing to budge the slightest of inches. Parc's chest rose then shrunk as he let his breath out in a long, silent huff. "I can do that. Most of it at least. The kid though, I can't say that's going to happen-"

"It'll happen when I want it to happen."

They went still, Aurora confident yet relaxed in posture while Parc hunched forwards, lips curled up into a low smile. "I suppose it is your body. But it's my seed. Without it, you don't get pregnant. It will be both of our decisions if a child ever even becomes a thing."

Aurora scoffed, "didn't say anything about it needing to be yours."

"Correct. Yet till I got here, you haven't found a man you could even think about doing that with, am I wrong?"

She bit her lip, leaned forwards then bobbed her eyebrows, "you're not." She looked to the pool, felt a tightness in her belly then turned back to him. "But that's a far off thing." Rising to her feet, she reached behind her back and pinched the strings of her bikini. A single pull sent the red fabric descending to the ground. Parc's eyes dilated as he ogled her erected pink nipples as Blake's pupils went sharp and her flush rose high. She couldn't deny that Aurora had quite the beautiful pair of breasts.

The thought sent Blake twisting her head to the side, breaking her view from the woman but slowly began turning back her gaze after a few calming puffs. She had never been one to deny the allure of the feminine form, though she hadn't thought she'd ever be in a position with anything other than a man.

"Deal?" Aurora cupped one of her tits and massaged the plump orb.

Parc stood and brought himself close to Aurora, his head tilted down to meet her dagger-like eyes. Each hand wrapped around her, gripping her waist, and as he muttered, "deal." He descended his lips onto hers in a mockery of a handshake.