The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 212: The Night Showing [1]

Climbing the stairs, Parc's head went on a swivel. He scanned the lower floor, no one of importance could be seen. Turning up he spied to the mezzanine and could faintly spot the luminous shimmering of golden hair looking over the railing, right besides the head a head of red tipped black hair and pure black hair. A bit lower from them as if hiding herself was a glistening twinkle of white. Weiss, clearly not wanting her father to spot her.

Chuckling lightly, Parc angled himself towards Glynda, her head was down, cheeks a furious red she was trying to veil. She latched herself to Parc with her arm intertwining around his right. Not what she would have done but considering what was currently scratching her unmentionables, she hadn't the choice. Better this than suddenly getting weak at the knees and humiliating herself more than she already was.

It was honestly amusing watching her struggle to keep a calm faade at only medium speed. Given enough time for the pleasure to build and frequently shifting it throughout the night, Glynda was sure to rapidly begin breaking down her walls. 'I am a sick bastard,' he snorted, shook his head, and turned to the entryway where Sayo was informing Jacques that the private dining room would be cleaned and readied for him in just a few moments. Though Jacques seemed less interested in what she was saying and more so on Parc, his appearance having drawn the mans narrowed eyes and a furrowing of his bushy white moustache.

Making way to the door, Parc was content with passing the egomaniac by and to simply continue on with his night and the fun tormenting he had planned for his date. Still, within his pocket his left hand grasped the controller and rolled over the indented dials centre, it didn't budge but he could still twist it with a little more added force.

About to pass Jacques by, Parc heard the Schnee speak in an attempt to catch his attention. "You. Leaving me like that could easily be considered a slight. I am willing to forgive you so long as you-where are you going! I am speaking with you."

Only then did Parc and Glynda's stride halt and did Parc twist his body lightly to face Jacques at an off angle. "Hmm? Oh, sorry, I didn't care to notice you."

Dark veins bulged on Jacques forehead, his lip twitched, and he began to be filled with noticeable spite. Being told he hadn't been noticed was criminal enough as it was but being told that this boy didn't even care to notice him, now that pissed him off. Not so much as being abandoned those days prior still chained like an animal. Acting out in anger in such a public setting was sure to be poor to his appearance and while displeasurable, he had no choice but to reign in the anger. The boys smirk made it clear he was attempting to manipulate him into showing a face unbecoming his position and publicity.

Looking to the boys side he saw a woman, many a year older than the boy himself. She was beautiful, her dress clung to her form accentuating her curves, the emerald necklace contrasted the pale and red tones of her skin. Even her lips were faintly glistening with a bright red lipstick and her eyes, as beautiful as the most perfect gemstone. Compared to Willow, this woman was fresh, beautiful, seductive. Nothing like that depressed drunkard.

"No, apologies. You just reminded me of an associate."

"I see. Well then, we must be going. Isn't that right?" looking down to his side, Glynda ground her teeth and lightly nodded. Knowing full well any words that came from her would tremble and possibly even have hints of moans laced within. "Enjoy your meal."

Lingering but a few seconds longer, Parc then turned and exited the building into the cool night air of Vale. Since their arrival the sun had set completely, and the street lights had blared to life with a light that warmed those wandering beneath the luminous embraces.

"If I get the chance, I am going to personally kill you." Glynda panted, the torturous few moments he'd rattled on with Jacques Schnee had been turmoiled by torturous electricity.

"I'm sure you will Glynda," turning down the left-hand street, Parc guided Glynda into the distance. "Until then, I am going to make sure this night will forever be ingrained in your mind." Pausing before an alleyway, he looked back just in time to see five silhouettes exit the restaurant. Before they could notice them, he pulled Glynda into the alley and from his satchel pulled a glass vial, emptying its contents onto the ground and tossed it deeper in, it shattered shortly after colliding with the solid concrete.

Glynda stared on with a single arched brow but could barely focus before Parc opened a doorway leading into another building and shut it behind them. He didn't bring her any deeper, instead he pulled her tight to himself and pressed against the wall. She was half tempted to struggle free from his grasp but when she heard voices from behind the door, she sucked in her words and hitched her breath.

"They went this way." The voice, Blake Belladonna's? Why was she here? They have class in the morning and while Beacon didn't' have a curfew it was still not appropriate for students to be out so late. A raucous of footsteps rumbled passed, soon halting as a new voice was heard.

"I don't see them." Ruby Rose.

"They couldn't have gone far. We left barely a minute after them." Yang Xiao-long.

"I can walk pretty far in a minute." Ruby again.

"You have a semblance that speeds you up, that makes sense." Weiss now. "Blake, can you find them or can we finally go back and stop this ridiculous farce." At least one of them had a decent head to her shoulders.

"I'm I don't know." Blake coughed slightly and though faint, Glynda thought she could hear the girls breathing grow heavier.

"Are you okay Blake? You're looking a little red." This voice made the fifth. The owner was someone Glynda considered a friend. 'Summer as well? Really!? Please tell me she didn't bring them along to stalk us.' Grasping their reason for being here, Glynda paled. 'They they could see what he's doing to me.' It would ruin her. Students discovering some debauched side of their teacher was just asking for questions to be asked and jobs to be lost. Yet, the thought made something inside hernot the vibrator, that was still torturing some sensitive nerve clustersshiver in delight. A sickening part of her that felt glee at the possibility.

"Are you excited?" the devil whispered into her ear. "Just imagining them finding us, realizing what you're doing is making your heart beat out of your chest. I can feel it Glynda. Bump-bu-bump-bu-bump. Every second their out there talking your hearts growing faster and faster and something inside you it loves the idea of being found out." Shivers rand down her spine as Parc's hand caressed like velvet down her back with the other holding her hip, pulling her close enough that she could feel something hard pressing against her lower belly, ominously close to her crotch. Could he feel the vibrations as well now? No, don't think like that. She tried to reason but the feeling of his hand pushing beneath the back of her dress to stroke along her the dimples just above her panties, even then she could feel the fabric shift slightly from the gentle strokes.

"Stop th-"

"Seriously, you're heating up. I think you might have caught something." Summer spoke, the words stilling Glynda's attempts at freeing herself from Parc's teasing touch.

"Mom's right. We should get back," Ruby yawned and smacked her lips, "I'm I'm also pretty tired now"

"Finally, she see's the light."

"Fine, fine. Let's go then, not like we could see some spicy teacher on teacher action and possibly get evidence we could use to get our scores higher, but okay. Let's go sleep and not get that."

Even with the haze of powerful vibrations moistening her pussy and Parc's caressing stroking her carnal desires, Glynda twitched, embedding Yang's words so she could properly punish the girl at a later date. While she would like to punish all five, having a singular focus for the punishment was also an option and meant she didn't need to explain herself as well. Especially considering it was Yang she was punishing. There was plenty other things about the girl that was deserving of chastisement.

Their footsteps softened, decaying into the distance alongside their mumble like chattering and soon had disappeared entirely from the equation.

"I think they're gone now." Extracting his hand from her dress and parting himself from her, Parc reached for the door and peaked into the hallway, seeing them gone he opened it completely and turned back to Glynda. She didn't know why, no, she knew exactly whyhe mind's addlement to be blamedbut she felt disappointed from the parting, from the disappearance of the vibrations in their entirety. She liked his touch, the feeling of having a mans gentle and rough fingers dance along her spine. As a woman it set of so many primal urges within her it was aggravating to lose them.

Holding a hand over her belly she pressed into her dress and felt the pill vibrator shift inside her, it was still, unmoving. Torturing her with the threat of awakening to abuse that sensitive cluster it was seemingly permanently glued to.

"Are you coming?"

She jolted, bolted her hand away and met Parc's gaze. He knew that she was beginning to yearn for it, of course he did, but he held the cards. The pill was her collar and the remote the leash.

'Can't let him control me.' If she did, she would break.