The Conquerors bloodline

"Is this necessary?" Parc inquired starring into the sprawling private bathhouse Esdeath got to keep to herself, and now him.

Not once since the incident with Seryu just a few measly thirty minutes ago did Esdeath leave his side. After a freak comment about being cold, she ended up suggesting he take a warm bath, and not so politely dragged him in the buff to the changing room, not that he had anything to change into.

Personally, he found the fountain head shaped like a fat baby holding an urn spewing water was a little tacky. But hey, this was a palace, it was bound to be tacky somewhere, why not the bathhouse?

"Of course it is darling," Arms wrapped around Parc's neck and two soft mounds pressed into his back as the soft, loving tone completely foreign to anything Esdeath should have entered his ear. He would be lying if the feeling of her two bare nubs against his back wasn't getting him at least a little excited.

"I had this place built specifically for us," her chin burrowed into his shoulder, having to stand on her toes to even be able to reach the height needed to do that. "It gives us enough space and privacy to consummate our love, doesn't it?" she rubbed her cheek against his like an overly affectionate cat.

'Oh god save me.' He cried internally, only imagining why type of sadistic play she thought was 'consummating love.' Thankfully, he didn't see any giant nails or crucifixes to hang him from… just yet. There was no telling what she had hidden elsewhere in this palace.

"Uh, yeah, sure," always agree with the crazy lady no matter what. It has, and always will be the safest way to keep your body in one piece. "can I get in the water now?" and ask for permission, that was also a good way to stay alive.

"Hmm," Esdeath hummed in his ear, her arms loosening from his neck soon coming undone, her lips pressing against his lips with a quick smooch, "of course, darling."

He doubted he'd ever understand Esdeath's mind enough that it let her flip between psychopathic general and doting lover. Part of him wished he could just shut off the crazy mode. Except, he did.

Parc lowered his eyes to where his teigu still was. Either Esdeath didn't care for it or held such confidence that she could deal with whatever it threw her way, that she allowed him to keep it.

Parc was thinking it was a mixture of both. In fact, he knew it was a mixture of both.

Didn't stop him from thinking of ways he could try to get her under his control. With how observant and cautious she was, even now as he was lowering himself into the encapsulating warmth of the water, she gave off this aura of there being no openings for him to try it

Seating himself down, Parc rested his back against the wall of the spring, finally feeling his fingers growing a degree warmer. A small content sigh coming from him as his eyes naturally fell shut for just a second when he heard the splashing of water across from where he'd seated himself.contemporary romance

Opening his eyes, Parc trailed them up the pale thighs, lingering for a moment around the blue fuzz surrounding Esdeath's slit. Flowing over her lightly muscular stomach, landing on her two exquisite breasts with a small stylized T shaped tattoo at the centre of her chest.

He couldn't help but gulp, noticing her nipples were firm. The gulp soon turned nervous as he met with Esdeath's eyes as she loomed over him. They lacked the portrayal of her previous loving intent, now all he could see was her sadism running amuck.

Her lips curled up into her cheeks revealing her teeth, her eyes slanting just a little to give her a dangerous look while her hair fell into the water, hanging on the surface of the water, slowly shifting with the small currents from the fountain head.

Esdeath's tongue flicked out of her slightly opened lips, adding a small gloss to them, her head held high but her eyes tilted down to him.

Parc's own lips tilted nervously the closer Esdeath got to him until he could just barely see her face between her bust. Only then did her head turn down to him.

"I've waited so long for you, my love," she cupped his cheeks, leaning over him while her legs slowly bent, drawing her deeper into the water until she was submerged up to her navel, her knees straddling either side of Parc's waist.

She pulled her hands from his cheek, slowly bringing them over his chest, stroking the various scars he had, taking particular interest the ones he had gotten from Zank the Beheader many months prior.

"You've gotten so, very strong in such a short amount of time," she curled her fingers, pressing her nails into the top edge of the scar.

Parc winced as she put more strength behind her finger, digging even deeper into his skin. It wasn't a powerful type of pain, nothing that would make one cry out, but it certainly wasn't a pleasant experience.

Esdeath dragged her nail down the darkened skin. Were his skin any thinner, Parc feared she may have just as easily pierced it and reopened the wound.

"Tell me," Esdeath's finger halted at the centre of his pec, "was it you who killed Stylish?"

Parc gritted his teeth as her felt her nail cut through his skin, piercing into his chin, "Yes, I did," he looked her in the eyes and said, hoping his lie would come across as truth to her.

"Really?" She twisted her finger in the newly formed hole, "then pray tell, where is his body?" her finger dug deeper, twisting even further.

"Gone," he said through grit teeth.

She stopped her prodding and sighed, "I feared so. I was hopping we may bury his body, pity," she slowly extracted the tip of her finger from his chest, a trickle of blood leaking from him, dying the water it landed in a dull pink. Bringing her bloodied finger to her lips, she began to suck the blood off of it. Eyelids flickering as it touched her tongue and rolled down her throat.

'It's blood, don't react,' he pleaded to his nethers not to find the sight of Esdeath revelling in the taste of his blood, sexy. 'She's not a vampire.' She may as well have been with how much she looked to be enjoying it.

But that was all for naught as the blood within his body rushed towards his shaft, swiftly erecting it until it sat comfortable in the crack of her butt.

Esdeath's eyes widened in surprise, her body twisting just enough to let her peak over her shoulder and catch sight of the engorged pink tip of his cock through the water.

She righted herself atop him, staring down into his crimson eyes with a manic grin, "naughty boy," she hummed, reaching a hand behind herself, pressing her palm onto his sensitive glans slowly rubbing up and down it, pressing it deeper into the crack of her ass.

"Ahh," she sighed, her blush growing stronger, "so this is your penis when excited, it is so much larger than I imagined," She rolled her as upwards, using her hand to keep him pressed inbetween her cheeks.

"So hard, so firm," her fingers pressed into his shaft, her ass continuing to roll back and forth beneath the water. "It feels so... strong," She kept her eyes locked to his, watching him as he groaned from the subtle pleasure of having his cock hotdogged.

Her slow undulations soon picked up in speed and ferocity, wresting out groans from Parc's throat.

His teeth chattered together and he lifted his hands, wanting to grab Esdeath's cheeks. But all that would meet him when his hands hovered a centimetre away from their reward was pain as Esdeath squeezed down tightly on his penis, her middle finger curled to dig the nail in just below the glans.

"I didn't say you could touch me," she growled.

Parc's hands hesitated, but lowered. He wasn't about to risk that part of his anatomy because of his own urges.

"Good boy," Her grip lightened and she returned to rubbing his dick between her cheeks.

"I can feel it," she said, "you're about to cum. The way your urethra bulges so powerfully against my fingers, the way you twitch," her hips rolled particularly hard upwards.

She brought her head over his, darkness enveloping her as her psychopathy took over once again, "cum," she ordered, her ass lowering roughly before shoot up once again, "cum," she repeated in quick succession.

"cum-cum-cum-cum-cum," she repeated again and again, every movement accentuated by her furious grindings.

Until finally she felt something raising up his shaft from his balls, displacing her fingers.

With a final lowering of her hips, she uttered, "cum," and he did, in unison with the raise of her ass, his own hips trembled, his cock bulging as semen shot forth from his urethra into the water. The thick, milky substance coming to swirl through out the bath from the currents of water.

Chewing on her lips, Esdeath observed the semen as it flowed around her. She enjoyed watching him cum. It made her own heart flutter a little seeing him groan and thrust his hips up as if he were knocking against her womb.

"Darling…" she hummed a happy tune, something that clearly did not fit her insanely smiling face.

"I want more."

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Esdeath may be the first, she is certainly not the last to Yan their Dere's with Parc.

Ps. To anyone comment 'oh he so weak.' I don't care. I'm not writing a superman. He'll get stronger as the story progresses, that much I can promise. But right now he is at the beginning of his journey. He's weak, for now.

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