The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 289: Land of the Faunus 3*

"Oh my lord, how is she?" Kali gasped as Blake spoke of Yang's shotgun blast to one of Parc's girl's behind, leaving her behind blood and ruined.

"Leone's fine," Parc answered for her, "she's quick to heal and got one hell of a resistance to pain." She had lost her arm once in the past, literally cut it off only to reattach it later with barely a wince. He hadn't been there to witness it, but he could wholly believe something like that could happen to her.

"I don't think getting a shotgun blast to your butt is something you just 'heal' from." Kali huffed, "it's bad for us girls. Our butts are what make us special."

"I'm aware."

"Oh, I'm sure you are." Her gaze soft and knowing, directed straight at her daughter who stank of the boy across from her.

Lady sipped from her cup held in both hands then lowered it to the table, "I must say, a teacher being in a relationship with his student. I can't imagine that's gone down well with whatever board is at Beacon."

Eyes focused to the sweetly equine milf and Parc shrugged before taking a sip of honey-filled tea. The sweetness of peach blended perfectly with the rich aroma of green tea. "Isn't my problem. If any of them were my age I can assure you, they'd be doing something much the same."

"But isn't that a problem then? What of the power dynamics, as a teacher, you control what she can and cannot do, no?"

He rose his brow, turning the equine woman a curious gaze. "There's power dynamics no matter where you go. There's always someone on top, always someone on the bottom. People can say otherwise that they're 'equal' and whatnot, but they never will be, that's not how the world works. And while yes, there's a dynamic between me and Blake, I can also tell you that it has had nothing to do with me being her teacher." Turning to the girl, he met her gaze, "though, I won't say no should she want me to bring that into our relationship either."

Lady stilled, watching Blake duck her head and begin thoroughly considering the offer. "Hmm," sipping once more from her tea, she let out a soft sigh and rolled her shoulders.

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"So what brings you to Menagerie?" Kali questioned, finger-pointing between the various biscuits and snacks she'd set out for her and Lady but were now rapidly diminishing with the addition of three more mouths.

"Business… mostly. I'm hoping to set up a meeting with Sienna Khan." Kali's hand jolted as heads swivelled to him, Blake's just a shade slower as she had already heard part of his plan during the cruise.

"The White Fang? Now, why would you want that?"

With only a smile, he said, "as I said. Business," tapping his nose in an indication that he wasn't going to expound the finer details.

Kali finally picked a fish-shaped cracker and muttered, "I can't imagine that will be easy. Sienna Khan is exceedingly secretive, even to us Faunus. It's too dangerous for someone like her to just go out and about publicly. Do you have any idea how you'd even make contact with them?" she darted worryingly to Blake, a chill of motherly rage rising in her stomach at the idea that this boy had brought Blake with for that very reason.

"Well…" Parc muddled his words, his expression sour and helpless, "my original plan was actually to meet with Ghira—my condolences by the way. I'd only heard of his passing during the trip here."

Clenching her cup tighter, a sullen atmosphere surrounded Kali that crept to her daughter and a degree, Lady. "It's alright. It's a long time ago now. But you must know, Ghira would have said no."

"Somewhat expected that," he chuckled, no one knew someone better than their significant other. "But I still would have tried."

A ticklish feeling stroked his thigh, his head dropped, eyes falling to his hip to find a hand reaching to his leg to gently stroke against his pants. He followed it up to Lady who gave him a silent smile but otherwise said nothing at all.

"I suppose that is admirable." He turned back to Kali, "but what is it you could need from the White Fang? They aren't exactly what I'd call a business seeking group."

Lady's hand flattened into his leg, gripping and squeezing his flesh with little hesitation now that she knew Parc wasn't going to stop him. "It's more a deal than anything," already expecting things to grow more intense under the table, Parc uncrossed his legs and extended them as far as he could without bother Marigold or Kali. "I have work I need doing, and I would rather be on their good side than their bad. If at all possible, I may even seek to employ them, you could say.

Her hand crossed from his thigh and to his crotch, finding a soft lump rising in the fabric. Secretly, she licked her lips and began to caress the rising erection. All the while nodding and listening to Parc and Kali talk.

Kali scoffed, for a moment noting how odd Lady's arm looked but choose to just ignore, "I don't remember the White Fang being something you can just hire. Though I could be wrong, I've been out of the loop for a long time now." Even before Ghira's passing, she hadn't anything to do with the group, and rarely he'd bring work home with him.

Lady attempted to squirm her hand into his pants but was halted by the tightness. Quickly and nimbly she undid the top button and pulled down the zip as slowly and silently as she could so the more nimble eared girls couldn't hear. In the looseness that followed, her hand descended to Parc's underwear and his now engorged member before finding a way into even his underwear to stroke along his veiny shaft.

"Perhaps, but I might as well give it a shot." His cock twitched at Lady's gentle touch. She didn't hesitate to pull it from his britches, out the corner of her eyes she caught sight of his lengthy prick and began to focus her attention on the foreskin cloaked head.

Her thumb pushed into the gap and onto the sensitive glans and circled his urethra while the rest of her hand and fingers attempted to peel the flesh down, though without lube it was proving to be a more challenging prospect than not.

Not that she was going to stop there, though slow going she could still peel down the sheath until his furious red bell end was on full display, to her eyes only.

Smelling something… off, Blake darted her eyes to Parc he was beginning to exude his horny smell. Her focus turned to Lady than her mother than Marigold, seeing none of them even reacting to the potent stench of lust he was beginning to exude. She gulped, her crotch growing damper by the second as her animalistic instinct to breed bumped up to ten.

Lady worked swiftly but carefully, her motions fast but subdued enough that her arm didn't move much to any outside witnesses.

Parc bit his cheek, forcing any twitches and pleasured grunts to silent groans as he simply enjoyed the risky hand job. He peered to Kali just as she finished her cracked and sipped her tea, noting just barely a furrowing of her cheeks and a knowing glint to her eyes. When she laid down her cup, she pressed a hand into the ground and shifted her seating from her knee's and to her bottom. She extended her legs as Parc had, but unlike him, she didn't hesitate to bring her tabi clad foot just inches from his crotch.

Lady saw her foot, as did Parc, so she quickly parted from her stroking and dove once more into his underwear and pulled out his pendulous testes. The moment they were free, Kali's foot snuck beneath them and began to play with his testes.

Without even looking to Blake, concerned she may suspect something, the two continued teasing him. Lady's hand silky and smooth stroked his nerves to flames while Kali's foot acted like the spice to a delectable meal.

"I can't deny that. It's admirable that you'd do that. Not many people would think to meet with the White Fang. Especially not after the recent controversies." There wasn't any Faunus on Menagerie who hadn't heard about their attempted kidnapping of Jacques Schnee and Weiss Schnee and the subsequent abduction of nearly a dozen individuals in the heart of Vale. Thankfully all had been recovered thanks to an anonymous source telling officials their location. Though to say they had escaped without trauma, both physical and mental… no one could say that.

Parc leaned back against the couch, one-armed pulled onto the seat as his hips jerked slightly, unnoticeably. Lady's hand stroked faster, then slower, ready to milk him of his jizz.

The setting was too much, the combination of testicular and penile fondling and cruel mistress of pleasure. He latched to Kali with a smile then pushed out his foot. Crossing her hakama, he found her crotch and pressed into it. She was soft, squishy down there even through several layers of fabric.

Kali twitched but quickly caught herself as he pressed and teased her crotch. The feeling was muted from all the layers but still, to have her daughter's boyfriend foot fondling her crotch, she'd be lying to say it wasn't exciting her heavily.

Lady's jerks rapidly ascend to new measures, from base to tip she leaves nothing untouched until she can feel Parc's urethra fatten with his thick man milk. At Kali's foot, she sense's the tightness of his balls and moves her foot from the underside to the top and presses his balls into his groin as if to stomp out as much cum from him as possible.

Before it can all come jetting out, Lady moves her hand to the tip and sets up to catch it. In seconds and a bit back groan, he's sending jets of thick splurge into her hand. His convulsions hidden behind nonchalant chews of a cookie resembling a jammy dodger. His cock spasms remorselessly until Lady's hand is so thoroughly cloaked in jizz that her hands more white than chocolate.

When the last spasming fountain leaves him, Lady pulls back her hand and inspects the soiling white fluids in her palm. Had there not been two others uninvolved with them she would have been remissed not to at least sample it.

With her other hand she finds her scroll and flips it open before exclaiming, "Oh my, it's getting late. I really should be heading home." And rose to her feet, her hand a fist, failing to stop the jizz from leaking between her fingers. Her tail sweeps Parc's way, gently slapping his side and drawing him up to her sex-hungry expression.