The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 76: Conversion Therapy 1

"That went well," Parc said as he laid against the backrest of the gratuitously large bed in one of the rooms Bolic had 'graciously' loaned them. His head laid atop his hands using them as a makeshift pillow against the wall

A wide grin formed on his face as he listened to Esdeath's grunting from below. "Yes, I know. Ibara did deserve to eat his fingers. Why thank you." Of course, Esdeath had said nothing to the sort. That was just Parc putting words into her mouth as her was currently filled.

See, as it turns out. Their little 'week of no resistance' deal was done in days, or well, nights for now as he doubted the morning would bring much time for him to thoroughly take Esdeath. Shame that when they were done the day would still go by leaving him with six more to go.

Sure, perhaps using a day he could be using to convert Esdeath into his pet for some casual sex could be considered a waste. In fact, it was a waste. This was 24 hours of domination he was wasting in just a few hours of fun.

That wasn't to mean he was going to waste the other one hundred and forty-four. No, those would be spent carving Esdeath into the perfect bitch and turn her into someone who is at the least passable as a mother for a child.

Which thinking about it, was a really unusual prospect. Converting a woman, into a mother through sex. Which was exactly what sex was meant for. But he meant it in a completely different way.

For now though. He just had Esdeath glaring at him with her light blue eyes turned up all while she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. Letting out a variety of squelching and sucking noises as she did so. Her eyes portrayed her displeasure of having Parc's shaft within her mouth, but with how active she was in doing it with little a thought to stopping said otherwise.

It was a unique feeling when compared to her pussy. It wasn't as tight, nor as cold. In fact, there was a homely feeling to the radiant coolness of her throat. She also wasn't particularly skilful, you could say as all she really did was bob her head along his shaft taking just about half of it before pulling back out. Her tongue not even undulating to massage the underside of his cock.

Not that Parc was going to complain. She may not be at Sheele's level, but she certainly wasn't bad. Simply different if a little inexperienced, though that would change as she got more experience under her, or, well, into her.

Parc opened his eyes and looked down, meeting Esdeath's as a small smile grew on his lips, "Aww, no need to look so angry," he pulled a hand out from behind his head and placed it atop Esdeath's head, slightly ruffling her hair while glancing to her ass which pushed up as she sat on her knees letting him get a good view of her white lace panties. "It's not like you absolutely hate it."

Her eyes said otherwise. And by the Empire was she tempted to give him a small chomp for having her do such a degrading act. But that would be her showing resistance. And Esdeath was anyone but someone who would renege on their deal. She had lost, and now she was stuck being his personal sex sleeve.

Though, she had to admit when he first laid down on the bed with his legs wide open and with his full girth to attention. She found the powerful scent it exuded to be particularly entrancing. It was that of her favourite smell, it was also one of the reasons she had found Parc to be such an apt partner. How he reeked of war, of freshly spilt blood as if he had bathed in the blood of the many.

It was simply arousing. It made that little part of her body located somewhere just above her groin flutter in excitement. It drew her in, it made her want him. And now she had him, albeit a mouthful of him and his rich tasting presume.

As if by instinct, Esdeath pushed a hand between her legs, opening them a little more to give her enough room to press her fingers against the sopping panties digging into her crotch forming a tight, near transparent camel toe.

To think her, a general, the most elite soldier of the Empire was rendered into nothing but a sopping mess sucking off man while rubbing her clit and labia in large and rapid circles.

Parc watched with an increasingly lascivious grin at how Esdeath's eyes began to soften and separate from his eye, almost falling halfway shut as she started growing ever so slightly better at giving him a blowjob.

Letting out a small groan, Parc collected a bunch of Esdeath's hair, giving her a little bit of 'motivation' to go a bit deeper until she let out an audible gag and her eyes began to water.

Around that time, a soft knocking came the door on far across from the bed. Parc's head swivelled to face it, letting Esdeath pull her head up just enough so she could get air back into her lungs but not enough so that she could pull his shaft from her mouth to deal with whoever it was at the door.

His eyes swiftly slammed shut, shifting his vision to that of the ultraviolet world of his third eye which he had kept with Kurome the entire time as an added precaution should they somehow get separated. Lo and behold, what his third eye came to see was not a room, but a shut door, one that Parc was all to familiar with as it was the very door settled not far away from him.

Esdeath attempted to pull away from his shaft so that she may walk to the door, but Parc just pressed her head down, impaling his shaft into her mouth and causing her eyes to start watering as he knocked against the back of her throat, even prying deeper into it. "Don't stop," Parc told her.

Her cheeks twitched, displeased that he was preventing her from going to speak with whoever it was. But that was their deal, it was after all the middle of the night, so whoever it was would surely leave not long from now.

"Come in!" Esdeath's eyes widened and she attempted to rocket her head back and pull his cock from her slimy mouth only for both his hands to grip tight handfuls of her hair. Shoving her down and thrusting his hips to pierce through the final walls preventing her from taking the entire thing into her mouth.

Esdeath's hands contracted turning to claws while tear poured from her eyes as his cock caused her gag reflex to work in overdrive. The single part of her able to resist it had drawn her eyes to the door way. Watching as a click resounded from it and it began to slowly open allowing the one and only Kurome to push her way into the room. Shutting and locking the door behind her before turning to face Parc and the woman who he buried his sword to the hilt within. Dressed in a thick wine red wool robe she was holding shut with one hand.

Kurome held no shock in her eyes, nor horror at the sight of her leader being dominated in such a manner. No, she held a faint jealousy as she nibbled on her lips while walking closer to them. Stopping just besides the bed watching as Parc forcefully ploughed Esdeath's face into his shaft.

Esdeath was just lucid enough to hear a soft gulp come from Kurome who seemed to squirm and grind her thighs together under Parc grinning stare.

"I-I have arrived, master." Kurome stuttered, releasing her hand that held her robe shut, letting it fall open across her body and slide off her shoulders onto the ground.

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Time to finally start converting Esdeath.

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