The Conquerors bloodline

As the pair parted from each other, Blake's mother's hands travelled from shoulder to cheek to squeeze and forcefully purse her daughter's cheeks. Blake did a quick roll of her head to escape her mothers grasp and Kali kindly released her by descending to her shoulders and then to her forearms which she lifted and held.

"Blake, how are you? It's been so long." Kali's eyes darted to Marigold then found themselves on Parc which caused a notable dilation of her pupils. Before they could go any farther, she focused back on her daughter.

Blake opened her mouth but what came out was a weak escape of air as she lost the words she wanted to say. Licking her lips, she bobbed her head down the lifted once more, this time with the will to speak, "I've been good. I got into a Huntsman Academy in Vale. Beacon." Her voice was low, less enthused and more lament than anything.

Kali's expression visibly shifted into surprise, eyes widening and mouth gaping for a second. "Beacon?" just as quickly her lips curled up into a heartwarming smile, "I always suspected you'd find yourself there. Well, no, I was expecting you to go to our huntsman training camp but nooo, my daughter had to be so hardheaded she had to ship off to another continent to learn how to stab things." She laughed, finally turning her attention to Parc and Marigold. Falling to Parc, she smirked and leaned to Blake's ear, the human one, and whispered, "Is he your boyfriend?"

Visibly Blake jostled with a yelping gurgling noise but it was Parc to fall into a laugh.

"I suppose you could call us that." Though he hadn't heard her, he suspected what she'd asked from how secretive it was done and how Blake reacted. He stepped up to Blake's side and Kali released her. They were of similar height, similar everything being honest barring how Kali was much more mature just in her posture and the way she looked at him, frankly, it wasn't hard to notice the milfish leering she pointed his way. Whether it was an appreciation of a handsome boy or something more sinister, he couldn't quite tell just yet.

Crossing his right hand over his chest, Parc gave a slow bow, "Parc Evans, it's a pleasure to meet you ms Belladonna."

"Oh no! The pleasure's all mine," Kali gave a slight excitable jig, "it's not often my daughter comes home with a boy… well, comes home at all." She inclined a sharp gaze to Blake who could only flinch and hang her head. Approaching Parc, she looked up his six-foot form, his thick proportions clad in muscles and a pleasurable formal-casual style to his dress with a proud nod.

Flaring her nose once then twice, she analyzed the scents erupting off of Parc and Blake and even that woman beside them. She knew she wasn't related to Parc, that much was obvious, but she didn't voice anything. For all, she knew that woman was the boy's adoptive mother.

"So," she trailed softly, continuing to smell Parc to such a degree that her breath became nigh audible, "have you and Blake had sex already?"

"Mom!" Blake screeched, steam practically rising off her head.

Kali stepped back, laughing as she retracted back to the doorway, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I already know you have. He smells like your room after you first discovered bondage."

Blake didn't even have the energy to squeal let alone face her mother.

Somehow, Parc was suspecting this interaction between mother and daughter was something of a power grab on Kali's part. A bit of subtle revenge for leaving her for so long. "I'm kidding Blake, I'm kidding. He smells like when you first went into rut when you were twelve." Blake dipped down, shrinking to a squat with her face buried in her hands and ears flat on her scalp. "Took me a week just to air out the house when you were done with yourself." She looked to Parc, casting him a smile and a wink while Marigold was in a similar state of flush to her daughter, though much, much less red.

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me." Parc laughter acted like a weight causing Blake to shrink even more. "Blake does tend to be… quite fragrant." Sharing a laugh, Blake began to regret ever coming on this 'vacation' of hers.

"Please stop…"

The two looked down to Blake then back to each other to share mirthful smirks, "oh where are my manners." When Kali broke their eyes she turned to Marigold, "I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself properly have I. Kali Belladonna, I'm Blake's mother." Her ear twitched.

"Uhh, M-Marigold Brandy." She stuttered, eyes darting Parc's way seeking permission to speak.

"Oh what a pretty name!" Kali excitably bounced, stepping back she held her hand out to the inner hall of her house, "come in, come in. I've got some tea ready. So just make yourself at home." Parc nodded and entered past her, stopping at Blake's side for a second to look down at the girl and realize it was going to take a bit for her to calm that flushing of hers. Marigold kept on his heel and Kali on hers, leaving Blake with a, "close the door when you come in, okay?" and left her daughter there to wallow in humiliation.

Parc waited just inside to let Kali take the lead, not wanting to push his luck in a house that wasn't his.

"Just this way," Kali lead him forth towards the living room. Pushing open the hardwood door into it, Parc was greeted by the subtle fragrance of tea. Fresh and fruity with a tang of peach undertones with plenty of honey. "Lady, we've got some guests," stepping into the room, Parc was taken aback by the woman sat on her knee's by the table at the centre of the room.

The room itself was quite spacious with a couch and a large coffee table with two pillows on either side of it. The empty one he presumed accurately to be Kali's, but the other occupied by a woman. Tall with a light milk chocolate skin tone and sparkly amethyst eyes that gaze at him with an almost dozed expression.

He pauses on her features, soft and motherly with her mouth hung into a little surprised o at seeing two new guests entering the room. Behind her, a thick tail of long hairs swept once before going still. 'Horse?' Parc guessed from the shape of the appendage. contemporary romance

The woman, Lady, he presumed from how Kali had called her, lifted her hand to her rose-tinted cheeks and moved a dangling fringe of brown from her face and over her hair to join the rest of her arm length brown hair.

For a second Parc fell over her dress, simple, warm, a white blouse on her upper body with a one shaded brown dress covering just enough of her breasts that it made a reasonable dress even without the top and hung to just below her calves. Then around her back a shawl of blue with green and white hatching.

"Really?" The woman focused on Parc with an inquisitive tilt to her head. Mouth returning from o to a soft, almost scant smile. Perhaps it would have seemed forced were it not for the languid demeanour this woman just exuded en masse.

"Mhm," coming to the edge of the table, Kali turned till Parc and Marigold were on her right and Lady on her left, "this is Parc and Marigold." She skipped to Parc's side to latch herself to his arm, whether intentional or not, she pressed her breasts against him, "he's my daughter's boyfriend."

Separating, Lady let out a soft, "oh really?" and inspected Parc slowly from tip to toe, "I never expected her to go for a human boy… no offence."

"None taken." Parc waved, "but I'm not human." The three women paused and looked to him with confusion, searching his form for the barest bit of animal heredity on him but found nothing. "I'm a Nephilim, it's sort of hard to describe. Just neither of my parents were human… think of me as something of a… yes, subspecies of a Faunus." Kali shared a brow-raising look with Lady. While a Nephilim wasn't any type of Faunus—or animal—they had heard of, it wasn't out of the park that his aspect was something more subtle than ears or a tail. For all, they knew those tantalizing eyes of his that sent shivers down their spines and excited something… womanly… inside them was that very aspect. Like a predator ready to pounce.

"Nephilim… Can't say I've ever heard of anything like that. Is it a hybrid?" while not an uncommon event, hybridizations between two Faunus subspecies had been growing in amount both within and without menagerie. Kali turned to the table, it was more rectangular than square, big enough for at least six people to sit comfortably around it, though Kali and Lady had taken the center of each of the wider sides. Lady nodded, then scooted to the side with her pillow as Kali collected one from a box just beside the couch and set down three more, one besides herself and lady then one at the head before seating herself closest to the head opposite lady. "Please, take a seat."

Marigold blinked profusely at the seating arrangement, unable to voice her concerns of having to sit on the floor of all places. Parc otherwise snuck between the couch and the table and descended to his bottom beside Lady. She hadn't broken her gaze from him for even a second, when he turned to her, her smile bounced up higher and eyes shut to half-moons.

"Yes actually. My mother's a valkyrie while my father was a demon." Once more Kali paused as she was setting down the cups for their tea. "As I said, hard to describe. Think of it like my mother was a white dove and my father was a bat." It wasn't accurate in the slightest but it was the best he could come up with. If anything his father was what amounted to a Grimm to his world. A demon, a beast, a monster that thought with its dick in place of its brain. He was thankful that part of lust demon physiology hadn't taken to him quite so hard.

Finally seating herself, Kali exclaimed, "well, you must have quite the interesting family."

He chuckled but said nothing. If he did he doubted he could say anything nice about those seven horrible witches he called his aunts. Even if they weren't blood-related, just the concept of them being proverbial sisters to his mother sickened him to no end.

A clack from the side drew him up to see Blake slowly lumbering into the lounge, pausing for a moment when she saw them seated, her focus for a second on Lady with a glint of recollection. In silence, she crept to the table and sat neatly on her knees at the head of the table. Not even responding as Kali leaned over and filled her cup with crimson-hued tea.

"So," the word sent goosebumps raising over Blake's spine. "Tell me about Beacon."

It wasn't a request.

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