The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 81: Bickering

Slurping noises awoke Parc the following morning. Bringing his eyes to flicker open and tilt down to the bobbing bundle of fabric and pleasurable tightness around his shaft. Raising his brow Parc glanced to his side, seeing Esdeath still fast asleep with his arm hugged tightly between her breasts, a thin gloss of sweat from last night fun.

Returning his gaze to the bobbing bundle of fabric with two pointed ear like protrusion. Parc smirked, already nearing his climax from before Kurome had begun sucking off his morning wood. Slowly lifting a hand out of the blanket, Parc brought it above Kuromes covered head. Slamming his hand down upon it while thrusting his cock as deep as it could go into her throat, which ended up with Kurome's nose squishing against his stomach.

His balls tightening, sending spurts of his cream down her throat and into her stomach, hearing various gurgles and gulps as she drank down every bit of the virile liquid.

When his climax came to an end he pulled his hand from her head and gripped part of the blanket, throwing it off to see Kurome's short black hair, messy and frazzle with her ears just as frazzled as her hair. Bright red, puffy lips still locked firmly around his shaft. Sucking off the remnant cum that was around his shaft as she pulled it from her mouth.

Her mouth opening with hazy eyes while her tongue hung lazily from her mouth showing off the collection of milky white fluids her tongue sloshing through it before shutting her mouth. Shivering as she swallowed.

"Thank you for the meal, master," she bobbed her head with a soft smile. While Parc's could only quirk up amused.

"Really taking liberties, aren't you?" he questioned with a chuckle.

"Masters penis looked painful," Kurome lowered herself to his shaft with lips puckered, planting a quick peck on the flaccifying tip, continuing to do it a few times as if in worship of the member and bringing it back to life swiftly. Kurome gulping at the sight of the shaft that stood almost as long as her very head.

"And now its your fault, how are you going to fix this, Kurome?" his tone that of teasing.

Kurome licked her lips, lowering her face with mouth open, letting her tongue stroke along the entire underside of it, even passing over the glans until she began to climb up Parc's body, kissing his abs and the various scars lining his body until finally she had her legs straddling his waist. His cock pressed between her pussy and his belly.

"I'm going to make master cum inside of me," she rose her hips up, hand burrowing between her legs to grasp Parc's shaft, pressing it to her moist entrance. Already lowering her hips till it was halfway inside.

Parc only grinning as she pushed deeper and deeper, letting out sensual moans as she finished off the last half pressing his glans against the wall of her womb which now actively sucked and caressed at his penis, yearning for more of his seed so that he may fill it like he had the night before.

"Ahmhaannnhh" Kurome's hips rocked back and forth again and again. Grinding and undulating. While Parc remained still, just letting Kurome fuck him on her own. Enjoying the tightness and cozy confines of her body.

"Did I give you permission to have sex with darling? Bitch?" Esdeath released Parc's arm, pushing herself up until she was sat staring at Kurome with narrowed eyes.

Kurome cast Esdeath a sideways glance with a tilt upwards of her lips. Hands pressed onto Parc's chest. "I do not need your permission to make master happy. Esdeath." Her name came out as a hiss.

Now normally Esdeath would have Kurome punished with the most torturous punishment she could think of for even having so much insubordination in her tone. Yet what she did was far from a regular Esdeath act when dealing with her lowers.

"I am your leader. Kurome." Like with her own name, Esdeath hissed out Kurome's as she moved onto her knees and scuttled towards the bouncing hound eared girl. "You are not to do anything I do not give you permission for." Esdeath's lips retracted, showing off her pearly whites, bringing them closer to Kurome's chest where she opened them and clamped her teeth down hard on Kurome's left most nipple.

"Hwaah!" Kurome yelped, her walls tightening even further, drawing out a swift grunt and twitch from Parc and his penis.

"Hmmmhaanhhh" One of Esdeath's hand curled around Kurome's back and squeezed her ass while the other rose to the other nipple, thumb and middle finger curled in such a way that when Esdeath squeezed down on them, her nails would dig into the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Now cum like the bish you are," Esdeath ground her teeth and nails together. Pusshing her fingers deeper into Kurome's ass.

Kurome was already nearing orgasm, put the subtle, sharp pain in both her breasts brought her over the edge. Sending bouts of pleasure knocking against her clit and tightening her pussy. Her loins trembling sending spurts of girl cum rocketing forth from around Parc's shaft, layering his lower half and bed in her fluids.

"AAHHHNN!"

At the same time, Parc pressed the palms of his hands against the bed and thrust his hips up ploughing into her womb to release the second filling of nutrients it had ever had in its life.

"Ah-h" Kurome moaned, drool trickling down her cheek that Esdeath quickly caught with her own tongue, liking up the stain before it could drip down. "S-so much," Kurome cupped her belly with both hands. A fluttery expression on her face.

"Does master wish for me to have your child?" she questioned him with a hopeful gleam to her eyes.

Which seemed to be a catalyst for Esdeath's rage as suddenly Kurome felt her body raised up and thrown onto the bed, Parc' cum gushing out of her nether like a broken floodgate. Esdeath quickly moving to loom over Kurome, her hair falling to cover both their faces behind a curtain of blue.

"Only I get to bare darlings child. Know your place. Bitch." Esdeath growled.

Parc could just envision Kurome growing a cute and cocky smirk as she said, "master chooses who will bare for him. Not some measly mistress like you." She shot back.

"I. Am. Darlings. Wife." Esdeath shot back.

"Then where is your ring? Mistress." Kurome haughtily put forth her words.

"I do not need a measly ring for me to be Darlings wife." Though she did find the fact that Kurome held a ring on her finger in place of a gem on her belly frustrating and enviable.

'I have no idea how I did this. But it makes me happy,' Parc sat cross legged watching the two bicker back and forth about who was his wife and who was his lover like two sisters trying to determine who would date the boy they both liked.

'Oh god. What's going to happen when Akame sees this?' a sweatdrop formed on his cheek. Expecting nothing good or 'safe' to come from that future scenario.

Just then, Parc and only Parc heard repeated knocks coming from the door. Turning his head towards it, he wondered who it was.

Casting the bickering girls another glance, he just shook his head, extraciting himself from the situation to pull on a fresh pair of pants and a shirt before making his way to the door, hoping whoever it was wouldn't hear, comprehend or see the situation going on, on the bed.

Pulling open the door, Parc met eyes with the one and only Wave who held various bags beneath his eyes which seemed to perk up when the door opened but returned when he saw it was Parc.

"I need to speak with the captain." Wave muttered arms hanging down limply.

"Uhh," Parc turned back to the bed where somehow Kurome had flipped Esdeath onto her back and was holding the generals wrists above her head. "She's busy," he closed the door slightly to help block the view of the bed, even if it did practically nothing.

"Please. I really need to t-"

"ONLY I GET THE RIGHT OF BEING DARLINGS WIFE!" Esdeath shouted out with a loud, icy crack and various chunks of shattered ice flying through the room along with a black-haired figure nimbly dodging the shards of ice. "NOT SOME LOWLIFE BITCH!"

"It is masters choice who becomes his wife."

"I DON'T CARE!" ten arm thick spears shot out across the room, piercing through the wall, once again dodged by a naked Kurome's who's only articles of clothes were a leather corset plus matching collar and dog ears.

Throughout this, Wave had been blankly staring at the icy projectiles and Kurome over Parc's shoulders with mouth agape.

"Esdeath's busy." Parc tried his best to not show any emotion even though he knew exactly what was going on behind him. Stepping forwards, Parc shut the door behind him. "Maybe we should talk by ourselves and let Esdeath get ready.

"STOP DODGING YOU INGRATEFUL HARLOT!" a single spear of ice whizzed past Parc and Wave's head, spearing straight through a pillar behind wave before embedding between some poor butlers legs.

"That-just-what-was that? Why is she?" Words spilled forth from Wave's mouth, incapable of forming a proper, coherent question.

Placing a hand atop Wave's shoulder, Parc gave it a light, but forceful squeeze. "We should talk. In private."