The Conquerors bloodline

The moment Kurome uttered that singular word she had tugged her skirt up, Akame once again just a moment behind her sister. And there, revealing what once was hidden beneath their skirts were their crotches clad in a wine red for Kurome and obsidian black pair of panties. Yet they were so much more than just a mere pair of lingerie for they both lacked a single thing. The fabric that covered their crotches, leaving Parc to grin gleefully at the two slits on full display.

Kurome practically wagging her non-existent tail with a happy-to-be-exposed expression on her face. Akame on the other hand? Well, she went an unusual shade of scarlet, the hands holding her skirt up trembling while she too chewed on her lips. Unable to raise her gaze up to meet Parc's lecherous gaze.

"Well," Parc clapped his hands together, "Isn't this a sight for sore eyes," he chuckled glancing between Kurome's and Akame's shaven crotches. Soon bringing them to fall onto Kurome, "Beautiful, as per usual Kurome."

"Thank you master," her illusory tail turned to a helicopter blade from how fast it was spinning.

"Akame," he turned to her, his stride bringing him to a stop before her, a hand raising to cup her cheek and raise her head to face him, "I never would have guessed you shave down there." He had always found that Akame was one of those girls who didn't care much for a bit of hair down there, but here she was, bald with impeccably smooth lips.

Dropping her skirt back down, Akame said, "Kurome forced me to," she said doing her best not to pull away from Parc's hand, her heart beating unusually fast compared to even her more dangerous missions.

"Oh? And why's that?"

Akame faltered before answering, "she said you prefer our…" she diverted her gaze to Kurome who just gave her a sparkly eyed smile and rapid head bob. Groaning, Akame relented and finished her sentence, "she said you prefer our pussies to be clean shaven." Parc grew a twitchy smile and released a rumbling chuckle from his throat.

"Perfect," he shook his head, pulling his hand away from Akame's cheek and turned his back on them, wandering over to his bed. "While I do indeed love my ladies clean shaven, I don't particularly care if they have a little bit of hair."

Kurome froze, eyes widening in horror like she'd just swallowed a live bee. Fearing she may have offended Parc by so much as suggesting to her sister the idea. "Calm down Kurome," Parc chuckled to the girl as he dropped onto the edge of his bed, crossing a leg over the other, leaning back with his hands propping him up. "I said I don't care, not that I'm disappointed. It's actually quite cute how you sisters listen to each other so well."

Kurome released a breath she didn't know she was holding in. Relief filling her.

"So, how do you two want to do this?" He questioned, leg bouncing, watching the two. The one of his left glimmering excitedly and bounced behind her sister, pushing her forwards with enough force that it sent Akame stumbling ahead.

"Kurome, I have legs, I can walk," Akame sighed.

"Don't care. Master's waiting for us." A huff puffed out from Kurom, continuing to shove her sister until they were stood before Parc. Kurome skirting around Akame's side, to seat herself next to Parc. "We will begin master," Kurome said, body leaned over his lower section, hands poking around at his pants. Swiftly undoing his belt and buttons. Letting his fly open and allowing Kurome access to his drawers which she pulled down enough for her to dig her hand in an pull his flaccid member out.

Head already coming down to part her lips and stroke her tongue along the under side of the member. Slowly bringing his penis to erection. Rubbing the engorged rod against her cheek with a soft, happy whine when it was at full sail.

While she continued to lap at the underside and tip of his rod, Parc had laid a hand over her back, gently stroking along her spine, enjoying the gentle feelings of Kurome's velvety tongue running along his sensitive region.

His eyes lifting from the back of Kurome's head, onto Akame who's own gaze was locked firmly on her sisters actions. Her skirt wrinkling around where her hands were clenching the fabric tight. Her throat undulating like she was swallowing a thick globule of saliva.

Noting Parc's gaze, Akame met his eyes, but quickly turned her head away when a sharp red rose across her cheeks.

'She's cute for a merciless assassin,' Parc chuckled, 'then again, all of the girls I have are merciless assassins.' Parc suddenly flinched as Kurome locked her lips around his glans and pulled a loud, slurping vacuum, forcing a powerful twitch of pleasure to surge through his loins. 'She's getting better,' compared to her past, devoted self, Kurome was showing so much more talent in pleasuring him. More so than any of the other girls. Challenging even Leone and her special 'massage.'

If she kept getting better he had no doubt she'd be able to bring him to climax just moments after she begins her fellatio. But right now, that wasn't the case. She was talented, undoubtedly. But no professional

Running his eyes along Kurome's back. Parc soon came to fall on her waggling bottom. Skirt hiked up letting him see the scarlet crotchless panties dug into the crack of her ass with a thin string, noticing that one of Kurome's hands—the one not locked around the base of his shaft—was burrowed between her legs. Soft wet noises barely audible over her lascivious slurping telling him exactly what it was she was doing down there.

'Can't be the only one on the receiving end,' his lips tilted up, his right-hand stroking along her back, crossing over her bunched up skirt to finally come into contact with her warm skin, right above the elastic of her panties. An anticipatory shiver running through Kurome's lower half as he continued walking his fingers over her bottom. Middle and index coming to press into her crack, stroking along the velveteen string of her panties until he could feel a dampness of her lust rub against the tips of his fingers.

Kurome's trembling grew more pronounced as Parc began to push his fingers through thee bottom of her vagina and into her fleshy tunnels, often feeling the stroke of Kurome's fingers against hers as she rubbed her clit in circular motion with her palm.

Slowly, Parc began to push and pull his fingers from within her, drawing out gurgles of delight from Kurome while she bobbed her head along his shaft.

"Hooo…" Parc let out a moan, head falling back with an excited shiver in his lower half, a sign of his soon impending orgasm.

Kurome's tongue worked like magic, dancing along his glans while her hand gently stroked along the entirety of his shaft. Feeling the slight bulge coming to run along his urethra. With her mouth full, Kurome smiled. Providing Parc with one last powerful suction to bring him to the very cusp of climax, yet she didn't finish him.

Instead, Kurome parted her lips from his shaft. Head turning to Akame who was clenching her skirt even tighter than before, bow legged, grinding them together while unconsciously finding on arm pressing between her bust, the other pushing between her legs.

"Akame, it's your turn," she said.

Parc wasn't one to find many things, frustrating, but having his pleasure cut off right at the end certainly found itself on that list of annoyances. Yet he didn't utter a word in complaint, instead letting Kurome slide onto her knee's, holding out a hand for Akame to help the girl onto her own right between Parc's opened legs and towering member lathered in spit giving it a shiny gloss.

Akame herself knew there was no turning back from here, truly it felt that there was little turning back long ago. Only now she was becoming fully aware of it. Glancing to her sister, Akame got a small nod, a sign that she should but her hesitation away and simply do the thing she knew to do.