The Conquerors bloodline

Lady's walls wrapped tightly around Parc's engorged manhood, squeezing its turgidness till Parc felt his heart leaping out of his chest. She didn't move at first, just sat there, his cock pressing deep into her slimy depths. When she began to move, the motions were smooth and selfish, a rising, and lowering, slow at first, but faster over time. She didn't waste any as well. Already he could hear her saccharine cries and moans, but they weren't his focus, nor was any returning thrusts he gave.

No, Parc focused on his tongue, dashing it across Kali's cunny. Lapping at her overflowing juices with ardent fervour. She was sweet, filled with musk and incorrigible undertones. Gulping down what felt like gallons of her nectar, Parc finally took an opportunity to remove his tongue and breath. In doing so, he let out a gruff, pleasured groan.

Kali cooed, watching at Lady's tits sprang and jiggled, their meatiness flaring like the ocean during an earthquake. Simply inviting her to devour one of those dark cherries bobbing about.

And she did, Kali leaned her body forth, reached out for Lady's breast and lifted the pendulous milk bag and pointed the large areolae tit towards her lips. The equine minx trilled pleasantly as Kali's wet tongue slathered circles around it before biting down softly, teasingly on it. Her other hand travelled to Lady's other bosom, massaging it while Lady held the back of Kali's head.

For some moments, Lady slows her pounding, turning them to gentle, rocking grinds. Her pussy clamps tighter then loosen and twists, undulating whether, by instinct or sheer vaginal prowess, Parc couldn't care to tell. He suckled on Kali's bean, kissing and massaging it while his hands grasped her thigh, sinking deep into her plumpness. As his tongue dug deep, Kali reeled, letting out a mirthful and heated yowl, but just as quickly it was silenced as Lady tugged the fem-cats head closer and stole her lips.

Albeit, unable to witness it, he could tell by the lascivious slurps and smooches and the fact Lady had stopped her grinding altogether, that they were ardently exploring the mouths of the other.

He released Kali's thigh, displeasure and excitement rising in him as he moved them to Lady's hips and sunk even deeper, not even caring to keep his grasp loose. As Lady's flesh sunk with colour, he began to rock her back and forth, still letting his tongue fondle Kali's honeypot. Her cunny twists and churns as Kali's drizzles more as Lady pants warmly into her mouth. The moments turn to minutes and soon they break their kiss, Kali straightens up, hands trailing slowly down Lady's arms to grab her legs and begins her own thrusting motions, using a blend of his tongue and nose as a makeshift sex toy.

"Fuck me!" Lady cried out, "he's good at this," her stomach clenched, fuck hole releasing a tide of nectar. Her belly clenched, small convulsions indicative of climax causing her to shiver.

"I told you so," Kali laughed, but moaned just after. Eyes rocking. Parc's tongue was torturous, hitting all the right places but never teasing them long enough. He knew what he was doing, leaving her on the verge of cumming so intently with the purpose to make her desperate to gobble his cock without mercy.

Lifting her ass, Kali moves off Parc's face and looks down at him, giggling at his sloppy appearance, hair all mucked up and entire lower face messed with her girlcum. "Sorry," she giggled, moving to Lady's side, she grabbed one of the voluptuous mammaries and began to fondle it some more. "What do you say we take the training wheels off and give Lady what she really wants?"

Parc smirked, he hadn't heard a better offer since, well, the last time he'd been offered a threesome.

In a second, Parc is lifting himself off the floor with powerful motions. With help from Kali grasping Lady's shoulders, Lady is pushed to her back with a yelp. Before she can even think to say anything, Parc had hooked his arms under her legs and lifted them up and Kali had stolen her lips once more. Hugging her thick thighs together, Parc pumped, ramming without care for the deep, dirty slaps and squelches his cock and her pussy were making. Each thrust belied a twitch of his member and a crushing convulsion of her belly. Often Lady would arch her back, gasping into Kali's mouth while her tit was roughly massaged and nipples were twisted. Parc was half tempted to join Kali there, but he was long since busy training his horse to run.

Something powerful was coming, he could tell from how Lady's jerks became more pronounced and how her pussy squeezed him inside and out. "I think she's coming," he chuckled, catching a twitch of Kali's ear. The catgirl lifted her head, blinking down at Lady as Lady's expression contorted into an ugly display of feminine ardour. The woman's purple eyes rocked and unable to hold them back, tears of fuckable glee trickled from the corners of her eyes.

Looking up to him, Kali smirked and said, "harder, Parc. I want to see Lady utterly break. It's been so long since I saw it last." She was a cruel minx. To the degree she even sat away, legs spread into a wide M with one hand on the floor behind her while her other flicked her bean a massaged her depths. Excitedly watching as her friend's convulsions turned more violent and unconscious. Like a rodeo, Lady bucks her hips, an action proved to only bring her downfall as that twisting ache in her belly came to full blows.

"Cumming, oh god, oh god," She reached her hands behind her head, trying to grasp something but there was nothing but the floor for her to scratch. For an instant, her eyes cleared up, locked with Parc's and he realized her lips were curled up into a narrow, yearning smile. His cock bulge more, thickening in her cunny as he heard her whisper sweetly, "come on, make me cum big boy. Come on, come on." Teasing him on.

Then, Parc smirked. A deviousness ran rampant and he quickly pulled himself free of her sodden depths. In an instant, he was upon Kali, pressing her flat on the floor and replacing fingers with dick. She didn't resist, instead hooked her hands behind his back and dug her nails into his flesh, crying excitedly as he pounded her raven forested lips. She didn't hide her cries, no matter how loud and yearning they were.

Lady blinked confusedly at the scene, watching Parc's toned back pointed her way as his hips pounded Kali silly. Did… he didn't just, she gaped. He'd left her hanging, the bastard. Quickly she scurried behind him as he lifted himself straight and pressed her cleavage into his back, letting the full rigid girth of her nipples pierce his skin. "I don't like being left hanging," she whispered, her nails were sharper than Kali's surprisingly enough, and the way she raked them over his chest he was sure would leave welts, but he didn't care. It only made the session all the more exciting.

"Pity," he cruelly teased. "I felt like Kali needed her to turn as well." That struck something in Lady. Hearing Kali deserved it more than she did, it was an idiotic pursuit. Like he was saying Kali's hole was better than her own. A flame lit in her eyes, her hands descended to his cock but travelled around it to cup his balls and began to squeeze and massage his orbs.

"If you come to finish me off, I might just be kind to you."

Parc tilted his head back, smiling at the equine girl. Her cheeks red and lips plump and crimson, she'd painted them. "Why don't you instead give Kali a nice, wet, cunny to play with?" her eyes sparkled with surprise but just as quickly contorted to amusement.

"I have your balls in my hands and you want me to stuff Kali's face with pussy?"

He shrugged, still slapping into Kali causing ripples to course through her body. The woman to blissed out on penile addiction to even respond past dulcet whines and yowls. Lady eyes Kali's molten expression, contemplating, then lifted her ruby lips to his ear and whispered, "fine. Have it your way. But I expect it long… hard… and deep. Don't go limp on me." She inched around, straddling Kali's face and immediately began to let out pleasant whimpers as Kali went to work on her loosened lips.

It was a whole different sight, watching a woman pussy conform to the shape of another face. Two mothers, sluts, whores addicted to sex. Since long before he'd come to them. And the way they moved against each other, How Kali danced across Lady's labium and slit, and how Lady ground herself at just the perfect intervals to conjoin with Kali's tongue. Parc was realizing the when Kali told him she had been abstinent since Ghira's death, had only meant being abstinent from men.

Over the course of an hour, then two, then even three, they'd swap forms and postures. Parc's cock ramming from hole to hole, slit to slit, even trading kisses and dual blowjobs along the way. By the time the buzz of crickets in the night had come, he'd forgotten how many times he'd cum, how many times his balls had ached and how many times the two women had had their holes filled up.

When all was said and done, he panted and fell back. Staring gloriously at the righteous mess he'd made of the two who laid collapsed beside each other. Leaking things left unsaid.