The Conquerors bloodline

Akame parted her lips, slowly bringing them towards the twitching flesh stick before her. Placing a small, but nervous kiss along the underside of the glans. Tasting the powerful, meaty pheromones that Parc was always exuding in spades. His scent holding to a it a dazing quality, one that made her mind go blank and let her tongue roll from her lips to lap along the shaft like she was licking a lollipop.

"How is she master?" Kurome asked, looking up from her place knelt down next to her sister towards Parc.

"Fine, nothing special," he responded to her, his words going unheard by Akame who was thoroughly entranced with tasting him.

Kurome frowned, "Akame, master likes it when you play with his head," she reached her hand out to Akame's chin, lightly guiding her sisters head up and towards the glistening tip of his manhood. Akame's lips as if by instinct parting to make way for Parc's manhood.

"Guh," Parc grit his teeth, finding himself quickly brought back to the cusp of orgasm, still on edge after Kurome's skilful suckling.

Noting Parc's grunt, Kurome's eyes began to sparkle as she asked, "are you going to cum master?"

"Yeah… I am," Parc groaned and lifted one of the hands he'd been using to prop himself up, laying it down atop Akame's head while hi sown fell back, eyes shut. Feeling his balls tighten, ready to empty themselves into the warm confines of Akame's throat.

"Did you hear that Akame? Masters going to cum!" Kurome whispered into her sisters' ear. Crawling on her knees to hug her sister from behind, fingers finding their ways into Akame's shirt to grope and pinch her nipples while her other hand pulled up Akame's skirt where she began to stroke alongside the damp slit of Akame's exposed vagina. "Aren't you excited? Masters going to give you his first waters for the night. You must be honoured."

Akame's ear twitched at the light breeze Kurome released against them. Her hips trembling as Kurome stroked her fingers across the sensitive nubule of nerves hidden beneath a thin flesh hood.

"God."

"See, just a little more and master will feed you." Kurome pushed her body against Akame's back. Pushing her breasts and rigid nipples to stroke against her own sisters back. "A little deeper sister. Just a little more," she whispered adding her weight onto Akame to gently, if not forcibly make Akame take more of Parc's hardness into her throat.

"Akame," Parc looked down to her with a sharp grin and domineering eyes, "Hj, cumming!" he gripped a handful of Akame's hair. Holding her in place while his hips jumped. His seed shooting up through his bulging urethra, firing into Akame's mouth.

Her cheeks bulging at the sheer quantity to the point it began to bubble from her lips. Throat moving to swallow as much of the viscous white seed as she could.

"Ah, don't drink it all," Kurome whispered to her, halting Akame's swallowing in its tracks. Her weight removing from her sister but lifted her nectar covered hand from Akame's pussy to press into her belly and pull her off of her master's penis. Whispering, "Show master," while bringing her hand to pinch Akame's cheeks, forcing her mouth to part with head tilted up enough that Parc's cream wouldn't spill all over her body, even though it had already long since drenched her chin and chest with viscous white streaks.

"How does she look master?" Kurome asked with an anticipatory glimmer, "Is Akame a good bitch?"

"Oh, she's a perfect one, Kurome," Parc grinned, staring down at Akame, her eyes glassy and half open. Mouth hung wide showing off the soup of milky white lightly bubbling at the back of her throat whenever she was exhaling. Tongue just barely peaking throught the middle of he sea of semen. Adding a faint pink Island to it.

Kurome waggled her butt, happy for her sister. "I'm so happy. Master likes you sister." Turning Akame's head to the side, Kurome let her own tongue lull from her lips, tracing over the lines of semen running down her chin, cleaning even just a small part of her sister while simultaneously tasting her beloved master's waters.

"Mhm," once Kurome had cleaned her sister's chin, she rose to a new level and pressed their lips together. Her tongue sloshing around and sharing seed and spit. Each downing part of Parc's essence until there was nothing left. "Show master," Kurome said, opening her own mouth, pushing her tongue to hang over her chin showing she had thoroughly enjoyed her meal. Akame copying along but leaving her tongue locked to the bottom of her mouth.

Not once had Parc ever believed he would find himself here, sat dick out before two girls, one caked in his cum from chest to crotch, the other his loyal, lascivious dog. Showing off how they had downed his ejaculate with utmost glee.

Blood quickly rose to his erection, raising it even further than it had before, bringing it's towering form to reflect in the gloss their eyes. Akame gulping, feeling a tinge of intimidation take hold of her heart and Kurome who only smiled brighter and bright with every small movement it made.

Squeezing her sister close, Kurome let out a soft squeal. The squeal dying down as she brought her lips to Akame's ear, "master is ready to feed your hungry hole sister. We can't keep him waiting."

A churning desire crept up in Akame's belly, in a place she knew much about but had experienced little.

With the added help of Kurome, Akame rose onto her feet. Clenching at her skirt, nervously looking down at the tower between Parc's legs. Feeling Kurome's hand stroke and massage her groin right above her womb.

Licking her lips, Kurome began to unbutton Akame's vest from the bottom up. Every button unleashed sending a small bounce of her breasts, finally releasing them when the button on her collar, hidden beneath her tie was removed. "Let's get these off of you sister," Kurome hummed, guiding Akame's vest to slide off her arms and to the ground.

Earning an impressed whistle a lusting gaze from Parc as he saw Kurome's breasts, lightly pushed together by a silken 'bra' if something that had a hole right in the centre of the breast could even be called a bra considering he could see her rigid pink nipples piercing from the holes in the fabric.

"Do you like them master?" Kurome asked cupping each of Akame's boobs in her hands and bounced them a little.

"Kurome, stop that," Akame, said, regaining some sense of sanity to her person. Enough so, that she lifted a hand to press between her boobs and move Kurome's hands away.

"Mooh," Kurome pouted with a puffed up cheek, "I'm just helping you get ready for master's penis."

"I…" Akame gulped, glancing down to Parc's member, "I know. But shouldn't I do it myself?"

A sparkle shot through Kurome at those words, an excitable squeal coming from her as she heartily agreed with her sister. "Then don't keep master waiting!" She whisper screamed, practically tearing Akame's skirt off, leaving Akame stood in perverse lingerie that left nothing unhidden from Parc's wandering eyes.

Gripping her arm, a bright flush ran through Akame's body, her nibbling on her lip as she took a single, miniscule step towards Parc under the watchful amd bouncy eyes of Kurome behimd her who was also light fist bumping the air.

'She really changes when we have sex,' Parc chuckled glancing past Akame's slow approaching body to his puppy. When they were in public, she was a subservient little guard dog, stern and quiet, overly concerned for everything him related. Especially when Esdeath was around stating only she was his wife. Yet when they were alone or in any form of sexual encounter, she shifted into this personality of a perverse little monster so hellbent on making him happy that she was willing to take and break even her sister.

Arriving before him, Akame once again gulped. Reaching her hands out to Parc's shoulders while bringing her legs onto the bed besides his hips. Butt raised, feeling a light prodding of his shaft against her entrance. Akame reached for the thing pressing against her sensitives, sending shocks along her spine. Gripping it with a little more force than necessary but still gaining her desired control over it and held it in place as she slowly began to lower herself and swallow the meat stick into her honeypot.

All the while, Parc had place one hand onto her waist, adding another form of support for her.

About halfway in, Akame suddenly stopped, letting out a soft, "ghuu…" whine and hooked her arms around Parc's neck, hugging him tightly with her head over his shoulder. Nails digging into his back. A strange, searing pain coursing through her loins as she felt his penis press against some form of barrier in her body.

'She's a virgin,' Parc thought. Lifting his other hand to her hip, he whispered to her, "take it slowly Akame. I don't want to hurt you," especially when she was a good friend of his.

Akame sucked in a trembling breath and pulled herself from Parc's shoulder, offering him a soft smile, "I… I am alright. I just wasn't expecting so much pain," she said.

"That's alright," he returned, cupping her cheek in one hand, lightly guiding her to bring her face down to his, "just give it a bit and it will go away, okay?" he said adding in a small kiss onto her lips, "so no need to rush it." He added with another kiss. That led to another, and another until they were locked together at the mouth.

In doing so providing Akame enough of a distraction that she lowered her hips, breaking through her barrier with a sharp pain rushing through her body. A pain made bearable by Parc's gentle kisses. Soon, when she felt him knock against a new wall at the deepest parts of her body, the pain began to twist and dissolve, turning to a pleasure. A pleasure that sent her raising up and lowering back down.

"Ahh-haa-fwhaa-" Akame broke their lips from one another to release her moans into the room. Louder than the soft, wet squelches coming from their intertwining genitalia.

It was passion, it was gentleness, it was everything she wished to have grown up with. There was no hatred, no disillusion. There was simply them, alone, locked in an embrace of blissful undulations.

Undulations that grew in power with every drop and grind of her hips.

Undulations that filled the air with the stench of sex and the sound of intertwining genitals and the moans of a woman enthralled in pleasure.

And then, as if a whale bursting from the depths of the ocean, Akame's walls clamped down around Parc's penis, her back arching as powerful convulsions took across her body. Crying out with a powerful, "Ahaaa!" as she came for the first time in her life.

Her body quickly going limp to fall into Parc's gentle hold, nurturing Akame with sweet whispers. Gently stroking down her spine. Letting her slowly come down from her orgasm.

Elsewhere, not very far away, perhaps just five steps away was Kurome, her own clothing tossed to the side leaving her in a scarlet accoutrement of crotchless panties and a nipple revealing bra much to the likeness of her sisters. One hand furiously digging into her crotch, splattering her own nectar across her thighs and floor while her other hand pinched and squeezed her rightmost breast. Melting as she watched her sister make love with her beloved master. A sense of fulfilment filling her to see her flesh and blood falling into her master's grasp.

Yet part of her also felt empty, she felt left out. To that degree, Kurome wandered her eyes over Akame's back, soon coming to stop at the bouncing flesh of her ass and the place where her masters rod was ploughing deep into her. She felt her heart patter and quickly moved forwards. Dropping onto her knees just centimetres away from the flesh intertwining.

Spattering's of her sister's fluids hitting her cheeks. Reaching her hands up to Akame's derriere, Kurome pulled apart the cheeks and without a second thought, buried her face between them. Digging her tongue into the flesh where she could feel Parc's member, licking up across the perineum to finally end up at the tight sphincter. Her tongue already pushing apart the walls to taste the depths of her sister.

Such was their night, a night of pure lust. One neither would ever forget.