The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 215: Glynda's Fall [2]

Just as she steeled herself and prepared to dig into the opened zipper, the Ferris wheel suddenly jostled and stopped, not just one car but them all. Glynda's hand shot away and her head lowered while Parc looked out of the window, frowning when he saw the control box for the ride in flames. The conducter splayed out on the floor not far away with a dark blue mark of a bruised eye. Scanning the crowd, he noticed it, or her as the pink and brown hairdo immediately told him.

"Ohh, so they're after me is it?" Chuckling in a low tone Parc met with the set of pink and brown eyes and gave the petite girl a wink. Faintly noticeable, he saw her smirk, and then just as suddenly as the ride halted, the girl's body shattered like a mirror and she disappeared into nothing like she wasn't even there in the first place.

'Neopolitan was here, so Roman shouldn't be too far behind. Maybe even Cinder and the others,' Parc thought and continued scanning the crowd but failed to see even the faintest hint of grey hair on a white body or minty green hair and a brown one. 'Makes sense, if they tried to get me in public, they'd be calling themselves out, possibly even revealing their identities. But why would they come now of all times? Trapping me in a ferris wheel is a non-problem, a warning?' Parc began to think, scrounging through ideas about why such a blatant move would be played.

'Another option, she's on her own. Testing the waters. The still, why now when I'm inside a ferris wheel car all the way in the air. Bombs?' Leaning against the glass, he attempted to peer down to the wheel's struts to see if anything was going on but just as well, found nothing but clean air. 'Her semblance lets her make perfect illusions, for all I know there could be a nuke there about to go off and I'd be none the wiser.' A reach, that much he knew.

A buzz and a gritting noise from his right drew his attention back to Glynda. She was gasping, and shivering, having taken a completely red hue. On the tip of his right hand fingers, he could feel the violent rumble of the vibrator even through her moist and slick panties. Bringing out the remote, he saw the dial had flipped to max speed, likely the culprit for her engorged nipples pushing through the fabric of her dress and the tight clamping of her hands around his arm in a feeble attempt to pry him out of her dress.

As if he was going to let that happen.

Cruelly grinning, Parc put Neopolitan and any possible assault they may have plan and put his full attention to Glynda and her current state. He hadn't been the one to twist the dial, nor had the shaking of the car lead him to accidentally nudging it. Staring down a bit longer at the remote, he lightened his grasp and noted how it shifted ever so slightly, though the one part that moved more noticeably was the dial itself. It was like it had a mind of its own, jostling about in an attempt to right the wrongs of moving to the highest setting.

"Oh, very cute Glynda. I mean, I'd expected you to try and get it off meI wouldn't have been flaunting it like I have if I wasn't." Curling his fingers, he pressed her panties in deeper into her crotch and felt the vibrating even more.

"Ghhh-" Glynda bit her lips spitefully and clutched his arm tighter yet no matter how hard she pushed, he would push back harder only to punish her by digging in deeper, scratching her sensitives with her undergarments fabrics stroking mercilessly against both her labia and clit.

"But really, I was half expecting you to fling it out of the window let alone fail to get it out of my hand. Or" Parc trailed off, smirking as the dial jumped to medium speed giving Glynda a breath of relief but quickly dissipated when Parc flung it back to high. "Uh-uh," he teasingly smirked, "you wanted this Glynda. No need to pretend you don't."

"I-I don't want this-" she spoke softly, straining to even breath straight breaths.

"Really?" his voice was amused, mocking even as he ground even further into her slit, feeling her walls clamp wetly around his digits. Snaking it free from the tightness, he held his hand up before her and splayed his fingers open with a thin shimmering trail of her nectar connecting his fingers. "If you didn't want this, why are you getting off to it then?"

"Don't lie Glynda, you're enjoying this. The risk that at any moment the wheel will spin again or someone will come to get us out and see you like this." Glynda flinched as Parc sent a soft flick to her erected nipple. She wanted to pull away, to just escape now. Answers were the least of her concern, every word he spoke was true, just that small idea of being found out aroused her more and more. "You know what your problem is. You think too much. I realize fully that to you, I'm an undesirable. A perverted man who can't keep himself loyal to one woman. Which, is true. I'm an undesirable, despicable man. I enjoy sex, I enjoy the hunt and the feast and taking ownership of women. Call me a sexist, call me a misogynistic asshole who see's women as objects he can play with whenever he wants. I can't right refute you. But, equally, I don't enjoy forcing it-"

Even struggling with the vibrations she snorted, "like you are now?"

His head bobbed to the side, "am I really forcing you Glynda? My intentions may not have been pure but I gave you the option to refuse me. I wouldn't have told Ozpin anything, wouldn't have told anyone I didn't trust at least. Yet in the end, you chose to try this out and every second you are resisting it. Acting like I forced you to take the vibrator, that I forced you to put it in, that I forced you here. You're a huntress Glynda, an elite one. You know as well as I do how easy it would be for you to leave and escape this. To get the controller from me or just, well, leave." Trailing off Parc hung his arms over his knees and fiddled with the dial, flicking it between the various levels. An effect that did little as the reverberations still rung like a bell resonating. "And yet, you failed to think of the easiest cure. Tell me Glynda, why don't you use your semblance to stop the vibrator from vibrating?"

Shutting it off, Parc let her come down from the edging high and clearly mull over what he'd said. Her stomach churned while her mind rapidly blanked. Why hadn't she? It was such a simple cure. So easily done that the fact she hadn't thought of it was telling to her intentions. 'I I actually want this?' it was a ridiculous idea, completely idiotic yet it was undeniable.

Waiting for longer in silence, Parc sent a sidelong look to Glynda and smirked. "I think this is enough for today."

In turn Glynda shook and looked to him in shock, 'that's it? But I haven't even finished,' before she even realized it, she'd thought it, her yearning to feel a climactic end. Not having it felt wrong. Disappointing.

"As I promised, I'll answer anything you want." Pocketing the remote he looked out the window and saw the flashing of sirens and a firetruck with its ladder extending upwards to one of the cars. "So, what do you want to know?" he met her eyes with a rough clarity that left Glynda gaping.

Inching her lips shut her jaw uncomfortably ground. The first question she'd thought to ask had been 'why did you stop?' a sick question, one that shouldn't have been thought of in the first place and certainly not one she'd be telling him. "What what are you blackmailing Ozpin with?" it was the second question she had been mulling over for days upon weeks. It kept her up long after dark just thinking up the worst possible scenarios, that Ozpin went on a genocide, that he had killed someone innocent and more.

Parc chuckled, his breath escaping in an amused huff. "Can't, well, won't answer that in full. But I'll give you a hint." Leaning in, he brought his lips just millimeters from her ear, the soft gust against her lobe sending flares of red across her cheeks more than there already was, "this war of his is more personal than he makes it out to be."

'What does that mean?' she thought but couldn't ponder as Parc rose from the bench and spun towards the door. Reaching for the handle he easily flung it open and leaned his head out to take a measurement of the distance towards the ground. From below numerous gasps and screams were heard and a fire man's voice echoing for him to back away from the ledge. His form looked about ready to leave and all Glynda could want was for him to stay, to keep going until she could feel it more, his fingers caressing her slit, the pill mercilessly abusing her pussy.

She wanted it. No matter how much she wanted to refuse the idea, she wanted it. She wanted more than what those weak vibrations in the shallowest portions of her vagina could give.

Seeing him bring his feet to the ledge, she knew even if he jumped he would be fine. Most all her students could survive such falls, they'd be pathetic huntsmen otherwise. Lifting his leg, Glynda's heart halted for just a moment and barely heard herself speak that singular blurted word.

"Wait."

It was too late as by the time it had come out Parc had already dropped out of view. Glynda stared dumbly at the empty doorway for moments longer then sullenly leaned into the backrest feeling utterly defeated. Staring up at the metal roof she thought of nothing but how tight she was feeling down there.

"I take it you don't quite want this night to end just yet?" his voice sent her jumping, her head spinning back to the door only to gape at the sight of Parc quite literally floating just outside the doorway. Arms crossed and expression tilted to a smile as if he already knew what she was thinking. "Then why don't we keep going." Dropping his arms, he held a hand out, palm upraised in offering to her.

Hesitating, Glynda pressed her hands onto the bench and forced herself to her feet and approached the doorway. Seeing just behind Parc a singular wing protruding from his back. It didn't flap, yet she could feel something in those many black and white feathers. Where it had come from though, she wasn't quite sure. Semblance most likely though it seemed too solid at first glance.

"Ozpin he can never know about this."

"I don't like Ozpin and doubtful our relationship will ever become more than hostile acceptance of eachother."

Lingering on his hand, Glynda chattered her teeth and nodded and slowly lifted her hand and set it in his. "This will be a casual relationship."

"Can't promise it will stay that way. But for now, yeah. Casual fuck buddies sounds good."

"Can can you not say it like that." She winced.

"Sex friends? Cause we're certainly past the friends point."

"We're not friends, Parc. Just a casual relationship."

"That involves fetishistic exhibitionism but yeah, 'casual' relationship it is." Clenching Glynda's hand, he suddenly tugged her into his arms and held her tight and started descending to the earth, uncaring for the few flashes of camera's catching them both. Facing the crowd of tantamount paparazzi, Parc set Glynda down and straightened his clothing. "So, shall we get to the main event of the night?"

Glynda could only gulp and wet her lips in sick anticipation.