The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 218: Glynda's fall [5]

Glynda's stomach tightened as she felt Parc's shaft press against her cheeks. It's girth abundant enough to make her heart halt then seconds later launch into a blaring cacophony of raging thumps. Bu-bump, bu-bump, on and on her heart was thrown into the thrawls of confusion, her eyes turned back, searching meagerly for what she could feel as if seeking denial to its felt size. Yet all she could find was Parc, he dressed well, neatly like a well-groomed man and not of a boy she should rightly be teaching. A grin had taken his lips as he stared down at her well formed buttocks.

Desire shone in his gaze, it was as lecherous as those boys she'd found staring holes through her clothes no, it was worse, harsher. They only fantasized, but Parc, he latched on, turned that fantasy into reality. He made it clear he was far from letting her escape, she'd had the opportunitymore than she could count, and yet here she was just moments from having a boys penis inside her.

Still ridiculous was the thought as he shifted, gripped the base of his shaft and pulled back his hips far enough that she could feel his tip stroke along her crease, rounding the curvature of her bottom to find its warm self just millimeters away from her dampened womanhood.

She clenched tight her fingers but quickly loosened them to reason once more that it was just sex, casual, no thought behind it bar the questions she could ask. She had already had two answered and only one seemed wholly useful.

Straightening her head, she gazed into the cold bricking of the building she was pushed against. A mirror formed, it wasn't there but in her mind it was.

Whore.

It sounded the most like what she now looked like. Drawn into an alley, bent over, ass pushed out as a man loomed over her ready to violate her. Sweat, not due to exertion but anticipation was on her mirrors face. Her lips curled and creased slightly into a slight smile and even the mirrors breath had shaken. One breast was free, her nipple engorged which only furthered the trembling breath she was now belied towards.

Those eyes, emerald in hue, that hair, gold and lightly curled at the fringe. It was all so familiar to her, it was her yet, it wasn't the her she was meant to be.

After this could she even go back to being a teacher? Could she even feel 'right' anymore?

Does a woman who gets off to such lecherous actions deserve to tend to the minds of the future generations?

Clamping her eyes shut, she forced her head and turned it to the side. 'Can't think like that. It's just leading to a slippery slope,' she reasoned.

Throughout Glynda's few moments of silence, Parc had been watching. Analyzing her confliction with calculating glee. One hand gripped her hip, the other his base and used it to tilt and guide his shaft to her fur tipped mons.

Soon he felt her soft flesh against his rigidity. Glynda's breath hitched while he huffed happily.

He didn't thrust, not yet.

"You're going to enjoy this Glynda, that much I can promise."

He whispered and even through the faint reverberating clatter of passing cars and clacker of bootsteps from outside the alley, she heard him.

She didn't want to admit it, that would just be admitting to herself that she was less than what she was supposed to be. A pervert. Someone who gets off to this.

Could she deny it?

No.

Not anymore.

For as much as her heart was thrown into turmoil her body enjoyed the teasing tip parting her labia slowly pushing deeper. Gentle. Nothing like his cruel, forcible actions till now.

Holding her breath her heart stilled and once the breath left her, her body slumped, softening in posture. She licked her already reddened lips to a garnet lustre, felt a twisting sense of comfort as her lower half loosened in turn.

Staring back to the wall, the mirror her reappeared but now she could see him, see Parc. As cruel, as manipulative, as flippant as he was with woman, at the moment he was looking at her. Lecherous though his piercing eyes were, they stirred her womanly desire. She knew she'd enjoy it. No lying to herself now, not when she's in such a position.

Parc gripped her hips as his penis found itself pointed into her vagina deep enough that it didn't come loose. He was still only in her shallows, his glans barely half within her honeypot. An audible gulp sounded from Glynda and a second later she slowly pushed her ass out, devouring the rest of his glans like a hungering animal.

Parc smirked, his cock twitching within her lighting a glee of excitement in him. Bending his knees slightly, he rolled on his feet and pushed forwards, simultaneously pulling Glynda closer. His penis pushed past her coiling tightness of matured lumps and bumps slickened by a nights worth of desire.

While not loose from the many years of celibacy, Glynda's pussy was certainly not lacking in tightness.

Glynda hissed, her chest stilled as more of Parc's manhood burrowed slowly through her. There was little discomfort. A grunt from Parc caught her ear and drew her eye backwards. He was focused entirely on her, uncaring for his backdrop of a dingy alley wall and the reverberation of pedestrians passing by, he cared only for her, for herperhaps though mostly hispleasure.

Bestial, is what that expression was. The moment his cock reached halfway into her pussy, she knew him as no human, but a beast calling only for sex.

A crack to the side shot her head with panic to see a stumbling drunkard fall face flat on the pavement. Glynda's breath hitched, fearing a noise may catch the mans attention.

The man crawled to his knees, hiccuped a few times, but then something changed, Parc's slow burrowing halted. His grip on her hips tightened and a groaned, guttural laugh resounded from him.

In a single breath, Parc rammed his hips forwards, shoved Glynda against the wall till her breasts squished against the cold, grating stone of the wall, and buried himself to the hilt.

Breath left her and for but a moment her heart stilled.

When it returned her mind blanked and her eyes fluttered, "Ahhh-" she cried lowly, her voice strained but silent as a racing car shot past. Back arching, she twitched once then twice.

He pulled back only to ram forth, burying himself once again into her tight interior. Her walls clamped down as shivers crawled her spine and sent hair across her body on end.

His motions at first were slow, trailing the faint haze into a prolonged meander. Gradually, with the soft squishes of his cock digging her pussy, the haze faded and brought with it a clarity. Glynda bit her lip, not to hold back a moan but because of the forgotten feeling of a man piercing her.

Lowly, moans rang out the longer Parc's pistoning drew on. They were muffled and weak, while sensitive from celibacy, Glynda was still accustomed to a mans touch.

Feeling Parc's hands grip her hip as he gently parted her walls Glynda began to slowly move her hips with his. When he pulled out she'd follow only to be pushed back as he drove in.

Her walls slick with lust coiled tightly, her effeminate bumbs squirming like they were yearning for a many-years-waiting delivery of sperm.

Hooking his right arm under her belly, Parc pressed himself closer to Glynda's back and pulled her a bit off the wall.

His cock twitched as a grunt resounded from the depths of his throat, he halted his pumping with himself buried to the hilt in her honeypot. In those few moments of stillness Glynda turned back, her eyes moist with desire and soon she met with Parc's lusting gaze.

His hand rose to her chest and straightened her back bringing their faces closer together. Their breath touched eachothers lips and shook Glynda's mind to a point of recompense. She pulled away only to find Parc pushed closer.

Unable to go any further, Glynda was left stuck, her body clamping by its own will around his manhood and his breath stroking her lips to incomparable sensitivity.

Trembling her breath, she let herself lean closer, letting their lips touch. They fell into a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining like coiling serpents until their lungs strained for air.

A minute passed of dulcet twitches with Parc's hand massaging her breast while his hips gently pumped his penis in and out of her pussy.

When their lips parted Glynda was left heavy with breath.

He lingered closer, ready to press her lips and addle her mind more at any moment.

Parc finally pulled away, pressed a hand on her back and forced her to bend over to resume pounding into her.

Gradually, his hips began to slam harder and harder, prying open her depths with licentious squealches and echoing moans resonated through the alleyway.

"Haaa- ahh-"

Glynda cried outed, a sweltering sweat coating her skin bringing it to a shimmering glisten.

A thick trickling of nectar drizzled down her thighs and dripped onto the asphalt below leaving dark splotches that were just barely visible in the darkness encapsulating them.

Laughter from the side went unheard as Parc pulled back and thrust in so powerful that Glynda's entire body rose a centimeter off the ground.

"Ah-haa!" She screamed hoarsely, barely catching in the side of her eyes three women pausing at the precipice of the entry. They tilted their heads and gazed into the alleyway. One was dressed in an elegant white wedding dress while the other two wore simpler pink dresses that halted at their thighs.

Their eyes portrayed confusion blend with curiosity, though that quickly morphed to shock as all three faces went scarlet in tandem with the powerful slaps of Parc's cock ramming Glynda.

"O-oh my god they're-" one, the wedding girl exclaimed.

"I can see," another whistled and licked her lips as she scanned Parc's body.

The last said nothing though squirmed with uncomfortability, her leopards tail curling and swishing with arousal as her eyes dilated furiously.

Glynda's voice hitched as Parc's shaft thickened and his body began to shiver. She could feel he was close to finishing. She herself had been on the verge long.

The women seemed to realize themselves what was coming as one whimpered, "Oh, he's cumming~"

Parc chuckled and shook his head, he concurred with whoever she was.

His shivering hardened as Glynda began to panic.

"Not in-"

She tried to say but was silenced as Parc spoke over her, "ah, shh they might know your voice."

Her lips sealed tightly, eyes blaring as her mind finally noticed their voyeurs. A hand shot up to hide her face, ashamed that someone had found them and three people at that.

In that short moment of surprise Parc had pulled out till he was near fully unsheathed and rammed as deep as he could. His balls tightened as semen began jetting out of his tip and into Glynda's pussy. It sloshed about and easily pushed through her cervix and into her womb where it pooled and sent of powerful spikes of pleasuring electricity through her body.

Her mind lost focus, her body shrunk and began to convulse as her jaw tightened shut as she too fell into a silent yet powerful orgasm.

"He came inside" The wedding girl gaped watching as Parc began some slower thrusts to force the rest of his ejaculate out.

"You think he's got enough in there for a second ride?" her bachelorette leaned over and said, staring daggers where Parc's penis penetrated Glynda's crotch.

A whimpering noise from both their sides drew them to the faunus friend who's hand dug beneath her dress and began stroking her slit through her panties. Parc's scent of sweat and semen having been all too powerful for the girl to resist.

"Wha- Amy no!" wedding girl screamed jumping away.

"Huh. Weren't you supposed to be the meek one of us?" chuckled the tallest, least embarrassed on of the three.

"Enough! We're going," gripping the arm of the masturbating leopard, the wedding girl rushed out of sight as crimson as possible leaving only a black haired minx watching them with a mirthful smirk.

Looking back to Parc the woman pulled a lien card from between her bountiful breasts as well as a pen and quickly scratched down something before skipping towards Parc and shoving the card into his hand. Offering him a coy wink, "call me if you'd like some fun in the future."

Glynda had turned her head away, hiding behind her head and mask and listened to the clack of the womans heels leaving. When they were gone, she sighed thankfully but winced when Parc began pulling free his penis.

A pop, then dripping noises rang out like a dam being unclogged his sperm began leaking from her. Weakly, she remained in place but costively straightened herself. With shaky hands she crept a hand through the slit thigh and brought it to her crotch collecting a fingerful of white cream that made her pale. She tried her utmost not to think of their viewers.

"What if I get pregnant!" she hissed sending Parc a rage filled, flustering growl.

"Then you'll have a baby in nine months." He chuckled.

Glynda pulled her panties back over her crotch hoping to halt the flow though could only feel them drench uncomfortably with viscous semen. Patting down her dress she glanced down the alleyway and flinched. 'They didn't know me, thank the brothers,' she thought sending another glare Parc's way.

"Are we done now?"

He shrugged a response, "for now." Winking her way, Glynda rolled her eyes and lumbered down the alley, pausing a few steps in as she remembered her mask. Removing it she threw it back to Parc who caught it with ease and pocketed before joining her stomping wobble. Her gait tight as she grinded her thighs together in the effort to not let any more sperm escape her and leave a trail.

Little did either of them know that atop the buildings overlooking the alley, with a scroll in hand and a mischievous look to her face, was an icecream hued girl laughing to herself.

"Fuu-fuu-fuu"

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Did this arc go on longer than necessary?

Yes, yes it did.

The future ones won't be as long. I can hopefully promise.

Then again, I break promises so ignore my previous statement.

Anyways things will probably pick up after this and note, technically Glynda isn't 'completely' conquered just yet. That'll pop up soon enough.