The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 211: Indecent Dining [3]

Teeth clamping tight, Glynda slowly inched a hand towards the pill. She could ruminate the implications for longer, deal with her thoughts on modesty that had been waning since that day she had spoken with Summer, about things such as Ozpin and the war and how her actions could hinder or even advance their side, but that would be waffling, a waste of time to let herself deal with the ramifications. How longer she lingered over the pill, the more her heart would beat, a glance to Parc, to his calm demeanour and faintly sparkling red eyes made part of her flutter. Somewhere that shouldn't be, her crotch, no, groin. Part of her womanhood anticipating his observation, or was it the thought of the public setting? The near hundred people just above her head happily eating with their families who could just as easily grow curious about what this room was and wandered into it while she had this pill inside her.

Hitching a breath, she attempted to slow her hastening heart but was unable to lower it to its usual pace. When it came out, it came through her teeth in a hiss like whistle and was quickly followed by her eyes steeling on the thumb sized vibrator. Taking it in hand she reactively squeezed it and found the plastic sturdier than expected as it didn't buckle even a millimetre. It was also heavy for its size, which wasn't much but still, at first glance the thing looked to weigh barely a gram, but in her hand, it was at a minimum six or seven. She was confident in that estimate, her semblance gave her rough weight estimates for things she could lift through telekinesis, something hypothesized to ensure she didn't attempt to lift anything larger than what she was capable of.

Clamping her hand around it, she felt its cold and looked to Parc. "Are you just going to watch me do this?" she asked.

"I've already seen your pussy, watching you put a vibrator in while you're still fully clothed doesn't change much."

In response her cheek twitched. She considered it at the minimum respectful to at the least divert his gaze, not stare wholeheartedly with anticipation and a smug grin that would set off all the degenerate alarms she had. Huffing, she rolled the pill around in her palm until she could grip it between her fingers, giving it one last pensive look, she killed any apprehension she may have had and forced herself to do it. She peeled open the slitted fabric overlapping across her hip, snaked the hand containing the pill beneath the table with the other joining it as she moved it beneath the fabric and towards her crotch. There, she pinched the light fabric of her panties and pulled open the elastic enough to let her other hand push inside, feeling against her digits her pubes. Her expression shifted in disgust for herself as she felt the cold plastic press against her slit.

Another look to Parc revealed him wholly unmoving, still staring at her with that shit eating smirk he'd been holding like a statue the past few minutes. "Can't believe I'm doing this," she murmured and pressed the pill in, her labia parted slightly and slowly the pill disappeared into her body. A pressure appeared within her, it was light, much weaker than her own toy back in her room. This was much, much smaller, that was for good reason after all, this was practically built for such practices, for public self-pleasuring. Head shaking, she pushed it in a little deeper, enough that she needn't worry about it slipping out which was around when she could feel her labia wrap around it and touch the tip of her index.

Hastily pulling her hand out she wiped it down with her napkin though little moisture there was, it still made her feel 'cleaner' after doing that. With a glare she met Parc's now wider smile, "there. Are you happy now?" Glynda squirmed uncomfortably at the slight pressure coming from her crotch.

A shiver coursed her body as his grin grew more sinister.

"Nearly," he chuckled mirthfully, his hand rose from his hip and in it he grasped a small pink remote, its face pointed Glynda's way showing off the dial around which were several minute arrows with the words 'Low,' 'medium,' and 'fast.' Rapidly she paled in realization of what that was. The remote, of all things.

"Don't you da-"

She could barely get past the first few words before Parc single handedly spun the dial right to fast. Her lips snapped shut as violent vibrations burst to life inside her. Her flesh tightened around it in response, perhaps it was her womanly instincts imagining a man's invasive member and was squeezing tight in the efforts of milking the cock of sperm, but for her, the sudden wriggling that scratched and rubbed against certain sensitive nodules caused her to shiver and her body to hunch over. Grasping at the table her teeth nigh audibly ground while her head hung, hiding her face behind a strand of free hanging hair. A few odd huffing breaths were heard coming from her as the fingers of her hands tightened and parted into claws that threatened to rip gashes into the wood.

Just as suddenly as the pleasure appeared, it abated and gave Glynda the chance to breath and lift her spite filled eyes onto Parc. He'd spun it back to off, but it was clear to her what that little gimmick of his was. A sign that she was no longer in control, that her pleasurewhether she would feel it or nothinged exclusively on him and his urges.

Subtle clacking of heels echoed through the milky doorways that soon opened to reveal Sayo. Carrying in one hand two plates with their lips overlapping and in the other a minute bowl with an equally as minute golden spook peering over the top. From the faint chocolaty smell, Parc knew it to be melted chocolate, it wasn't a creamy smell, so it wasn't white, so milk or dark. Whatever it was, it mattered not as he flicked the dial onto slow and spied Glynda's light bounce as the vibrating ran within her.

Sayo drew closer and set down the bowl of molten chocolate. Making way to Glynda first, she took the top most dessert plate and moved to gently set it down before Glynda. Halfway there, Glynda suddenly lurched as the vibrations grew harsher. "Ghh" Glynda bit into the back of her hand as Sayo flushed in hearing the buzzing noise. With a soft cling, the plate was down and Sayo was hastening herself around the table to set down Parc's plate.

Adding a slight drizzling of chocolate for the both of them, Sayo stepped back from the table. "For desert, we have prepared for you a mango and passionfruit jelly, served with a raspberry conserve, a ball of soft, dragon fruit sorbet, a piece of Mistralian roast biscuits and a crumble of crushed hazelnuts." Sayo spoke, describing the refection, actively avoiding looking directly at Glynda who was struggling to keep her head straight and her face pale. "Is-is there anything I can get for you?"

"No, thank you Sayo, that will be all." Parc spoke, though Glynda incapable of doing so as she bit her tongue and groaned from the powerful reverberations causing small sparks of crackling electricity to run up her spine, to her brain and subsequently around her body, an aftereffect of which was causing hair across her body to stand on end with goosebumps and even her nipples beginning to harden and form noticeable bumps on the blue straps of her dress.

"Then, please enjoy." With little romantisizm, Sayo skirted her way out of the room leaving the door to slowly swing shut behind her.

"Haa haa you, are a bastard" Glynda, in a twinge of freedom from the fast undulations turning slow, spoke. Her words laced with venom and vitriol.

"I am fully aware," taking up a desert spoon, Parc collected part of the jelly and the rest of the various elements of the dessert and brought it to his mouth. Relishing the melting dragonfruit and the chocolatey aftertaste. Glynda otherwise, was still, index of er right tapping against the table while her left arm rested on the table with hand massaging her temple and forehead, pondering if she should just say 'fuck it, I'm done with this,' and remove the torturous toy.

"You must takemhh a lot of pleasure in this."

"I do, oh, I really do." He chuckled, spoon dangling from his lip letting his free hand fiddle with the dial, rapidly turning it from slow to fast, to medium, to fast, back to slow, then all the way to off. Each one eliciting a new movement from Glynda. At slow she would only twitch uncomfortably, he guessed that was more because of his intent staring. At medium, her head would lower a degree or two and her thighs would slowly close. Then at fast she would be still, finger curled to claws, legs clamped tightly and head practically perpendicular to the table. It was here that her whinethough more like muffled groans as she still had the mind to reign in her true noisesappeared.

"You should eat, it's going to melt if you don't."

"I wouldgrr but someone keeps flipping a damn switch." If looks could kill, Parc would be in the ninth circle of hell, strapped to a spit being spun around above a pool of lava awaiting his untimely demise.

"Fine, fine," he muttered and turned the pill off allowing Glynda to slacken and calm herself enough when she saw him huddle his arm around his bowl and ate bite after bite.

She sighed thankfully, her tightened legs parting though she could still feel it, a moistness that made her sick with herself. Filling her spoon with just a bit of everything, she too began to eat. One bite, nothing. Two, still nothing. Three, she was expecting him to reach out and flip the switch and torture her a bit longer. By five and six Parc was pouring water from a carafe and taking large gulps before his spoon would scratch remnants of the delectable dessert from the spotlessly white plate.

Seven would be her last spoonful and the largest, taking what little remained of the jelly, sorbet, and crumble. It would also be her calmest, the one where she wasn't as concerned for Parc's mischevity as even past its melting in her mouth and her setting the spoon down, he did nothing.

"Was it good?" he asked as if truly curious and not attempting to whittle away her current calmness. Achieving only to rocket her cautious to stellar proportions.

"It was. Quite delicious, nothing like what's served at Beacon." Narrowed in eye, Glynda spied the small remote lain to the side of Parc's dish. It would be so easy rip that away from him and remove his control over the toy, saving herself from any further abuse.

Before she could put the thought into action the door to the room was pushed open and their combined attention was taken by Sayo. The girls expression odd, strained, like something was going on. Stepping around the table she came to Parc's side, leaned forth and whispered into his ear.

"Someone calling himself Jacques Schnee in a really haughty manner is asking for the private room and he's not taking no for an answer. What do I do?" peeling back he could see she was worried Jacques would make more ruckus than she was prepped for. Which was stupid considering she had a crowd of assassins likely ready to rip Jacques head off should he breath wrong.

Rolling his eyes, Parc shook his head, "no need. We're done here. Unless you want something else, coffee? Tea?"

"No. I'm 'fine.' I would rather end this night as soon as possible."

"Alrighty then." Pocketing the remote he rose from his stool ignoring Glynda's frustrated glower at the disappearing controller. "Just clean this up and set Gel up in here. If he complains, feel free to toss him out or refuse service. The man could do with a wake-up call that the worlds not here to suck him off."

"Yes sir," hasty in step, Sayo returned through the milky door, clambered up the stairs and out of sight.

"Ready to head off for part two of our date?"

Glynda shivered, an uncanny unnerving glint welling in her ruffles. "Part two? You are jofuuh-" Her legs buckled, the vibrations suddenly harsh sending her leaning into Parc's chest. His hands swivelled from his pockets and held her shoulders. Soon his lips arrived by her ear, his hands trailed with tingles of crackles down from her bare shoulders and to the middle of her arm.

"You didn't think I was just going to stop here did you?"