The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 269: Push off 3

Stepping out into the cool, recycled air dome of the entertainment deck, Parc's gaze wandered about. Latching and peering through the clear hex plating overlooking the cloudless sky above. They had long since passed the cloud layer, just enough that the bottom of the hull would kiss any like the clouds themselves were the oceans themselves. High above stars sparkled brightly with dazzling shades and on one side the devastated remnants of the moon of this world. Shattered into dozens of pieces yet somehow still whole in that the pieces had never drifted apart over the millennia since it had first broken.

"Magic" Parc pondered the thought. As far as he was aware, in space, once motion was initiated it wouldn't end. "Or gravity does a broken moon even have decent gravity?" Continuing to mull, he stepped closer to the railed edge and peered down to the dark clouds below the cruise liner. It was just as odd an idea to be cruising high atop the clouds and not atop the ocean. Safer up here, he knew that, but the cost? He couldn't tell how much it would scratch the wallet to build ships like this. Probably why booking rooms was so expensive.

As he peeled away from the edge, he turned to the deck beyond. It was the highest point of the ship, higher even than the bridge at the forefront of the ship. Polished wood-lined everywhere, creating dividing lines with colours between the grand turquoise waters of the pool and the various entertainments for the guests.

Parc curled his gaze over his shoulder, saw the elevator shutting behind him with the staircase beside it shut and locked with a tough iron gate. There weren't any lifeguards on duty so late at night, couldn't just let anyone enter the deck. Yet somehow he had. A simple tap of his room key against the elevator scanner and the entertainment deck was his.

Whether it was a one-time occurrence or just something he as the sole Emperor of this cruise just had that power, he'd have to test. If so, Blake and he were going to have quite the adventures.

Descending the steps, past the little cafe and its elegant wood and shimmering steel tables and chairs, Parc entered onto the entertainment deck proper. To his immediate left was a small mini-golf course, barely six holes at most but enough to keep children preoccupied for hours on end. Further down the way were reclining pool chairs, each topped with thin blue mattresses of canvas for comfort in place of horrible plastic or metal as it was.

He couldn't imagine how hot those would get out in the open without even the slightest bit of cloud coverage to cool them in the mornings. So high up he could even guess he could cook a home meal on them. As it was night, this concern became waylaid for another time, another experiment.

Wandering around the pool, he scanned over the seats and across the small bridge linking the two sides of the deck and the little gazebo bar set right smack bang at the centre of the bridge. Floating, untouched by gravity just waiting to fall at any moment.

Lifting his wrist, he checked his watch, barely five minutes till midnight, he would have come earlier but Blake was being needy, and her needs couldn't rightly be kicked to the curb. Not when she was wagging her ass like she had a tail.

At first, he pondered if Aurora had yet to arrive, but that notion was quickly quelled when he heard the soft splashes of water and turned his eyes down to the pool beneath the bridge. Slowly drifting beneath it, water clogging her form but her breasts, head, and part of her belly, he could see Aurora, the captain drifting about on her back. Feet kicking slowly, pushing her from one end of the pool to the other. Focusing on her chest at first, Parc smirked at her choice of bikini, if straps could even be called a 'bikini,' all it was, was two straps running over her shoulders that would connect to a slightly thicker one that wrapped around her bosom, pressing in her full breasts, causing some massive amounts of under and upper boob to splurge out of the fabric.

Farther down, just barely capable of hiding her slit was a light blue thong, thinner than any panty he'd seen before, though it still did its job in hiding her crevice. Just barely, but enough to not be decried as inappropriate on a beach.

So long as no angsty beer belly mothers saw her that is.

Flowing closer to him, Aurora's eyes opened and turned to him, her lips, still red even though any lipstick would have been washed away, tilted upwards into a slim smile.

"I don't think it's very appropriate for a captain to be inviting one of her guests to a midnight jaundice, don't you think so?" Parc crouched at the edge but as she drifted further he straightened and followed her.

Aurora beamed and turned her focus to the clear sky above, not focusing on any star in particular. "Are you complaining?"

"Oh no, no. Opposite. I was pondering how I'd be getting in your pants. Turns out you're up for it on your own." He laughed, turning the corner of the pool, Aurora flipped onto her stomach and sunk her body into the depths as she came to rest her arms atop the edge.

"Were you now?" She stared up at him, eyes half-moons, positively groping every inch of Parc's body as she inspected his every inch. "Seem's we're both on the same side of things. Then I see no point in wasting both our time." Falling onto her back, Aurora pushed off the side of the pool, sinking a little more she soon stopped when her feet found the bottom of the shallow end. Both her hands snaked behind her back and finding a small buckle undid it. Her bikini top loosened and after a few sensually slow movement, she was pulling free her arms from the straps and set it on the poolside by Parc's feet.

With a stretch of her body, her tits bounced on the surface of the water, full and plump with pink cherries ready to be devoured at any moment. "Mhm~" she dulcetly sighed and began to bounce out of her thong, tossing it to join with her bikini before silently casting Parc another smile and kicking off the wall. A meter out she flipped onto her belly and dove beneath the silent wake, her ass pushed out only for her legs to kick up and for the split of a second let him ogle her pristine and lightly furred pussy lips. When she returned to the surface, she kicked her legs and waved her arms keeping her still in the waves and turned back her gaze to him. "Well don't just stand there, join me." In seconds she was passing towards the gazebo tunnel.

Standing on the edge, Parc watched her go, his smile twitchy and eyes glistening red. "It's nice having someone so upfront once in a while." Quickly his shirt and pants were tossed to the side alongside the sandals he'd kicked on after dealing with Blake. Without even hesitating his underwear was also thrown off to the side and he was diving headfirst into the turquoise waters lit with the barest few lights lining either side of the underwater walls.

The water enraptured his body, wrapped him in sweet coolness that threatened to weaken his already rising chub as he made way to the gazebo. Unable to see Aurora from where he was swimming, Parc pushed anticipatorily through the aperture tunnel but stopped halfway through to toss his head left and right, inspecting either side of the thin walls built to give the bridge and subsequently the gazebo bar stable during their flight. Beyond them he still couldn't see Aurora, not even below the water could he see the pale shadow of her form gliding about like a mermaid.

Cracking his neck with a low, ringing, rumble of a laugh he swam further and passed the aperture and into the deeper end. Readying himself for whatever Aurora had planned.