The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 228: Calling Berty

The phone rung three times before it was picked up. "Took you long enough to call. Was beginning to think you forgot about me," the gruff voice of Bertilak echoed from the otherside.

Parc rolled his eyes and turned his gaze over to the girls surrounding him, their skin glazed with sweat and strewn about the classroom in various states of twitches with each shaded with splotches of white across their nigh pristine skin. A tightness from his groin drew his gaze downwards to Kurome, her lips wrapped tightly around his member clensing it of the others taint and left over semen. She too was glazed in white and sweat, her eyes though hazy and filled with what could only be construed as hearts were clear enough that she could stare up at him as she slurped and suckled on his cock.

"I couldn't do that Berty boy-"

"Don't call me that." Bertilak barked.

"Considering I'm paying you what surmounts to a fortune every month, I can call you what I want. Berty." Parc hissed back, silencing the man. "I've got a date tonight, whats the Crown up to over there. Must be something important if your contacting me now of all times."

Since leaving Bertilak and Carmine in Vacuo, Parc had cast little more than the odd glances to the kingdom. Bertilak had been his main contact but they'd only conversed once before. Carmine on the other hand he'd heard had been trying desperately to get his number from Bertilak.

Bertilak sighed, "they're planning to take over that island. The twins are setting up an incursion to clear out the grimm and get back to mining. Thought that might interest you."

Brow rising, Parc grasped the back of Kurome's head feeling her silky hair and began to thrust his shaft deeper into her throat. She gurgled as tears began to trickle down her cheeks, her fingers curled on his thighs more than happy to devour his member as deep as he wanted her to go. "Really? Sounds perfect, let me know how it goes."

"You're not going to try anything?" Bertilak questioned, his tone filled with confusion.

Parc licked his lips, his body shivering as Kurome did that thing with her tongue and danced it around his glans teasing every sensitive point of the bell.

"Not yet, but soon." He grinned and grunted staring out over the emerald forest shaded in the dying sunlight of the world, the shattered moon rising far in the distance. "How's Carmine doing?"

Bertilak was still for a minute, "she's getting worse. Just like a junkie it's like she's going through withdrawal." The man huffed, seemingly amused by the notion. "Man, I'd really like to learn what you did to her to break her like that. It's like you fucked her into insanity." He bellowed with laughter causing Parc to recoil and pull the scroll away from his ear.

"I'm just skilled," Parc replied. "Feel free to try and sate her if you want." Carmine was far from the most important stone in the pile and while he didn't find it an enjoyable concept to his toys being used by others, he had no powerful connections to the girl. She was little more than a fly on the wall in the grander scheme of things.

"I did. She nearly bit my, uh, little brother in half." Bertilak grumbled, "she ain't letting anyone but you touch her."

"Oooh." Parc whistled, "that's good." His grunts hastened the slapping noises wet with Kurome's saliva louder. "That's cute." Parc didn't even attempt to hide the noises he was creating.

"Listen," Bertilak trailed off, "you're going to need to do something about her. If she keeps acting like this she's going to get the twins' attention and I ain't dealing with those psychos."

Clenching Kuromes hair tighter, his balls tightened and he rammed his cock as deep as it could go and held. Kurome clawed his thighs, gurgling for breath as her throat rolled, downing every jet of his seed and practically melted in a a satisfied fervor. When the last jet pulsed, Parc released Kurome's head and she rapidly retracted and fell backwards coughing up into her hands what she couldn't stomach and stared up at Parc with a bright, horny smile before she keeled over and fainted from exertion.

"Tell her if she does good I'll give her whatever she wants. Emphasize the 'whatever.'" Turning his back on Kurome he looked up to the entrance to the classroom but saw it as unmoving as ever.

Bertilak grumbled a confirmation then asked, "by the way. Whens my pay getting here? You owe me two ingots."

"It'll be there soon." Parc couldn't right care. "I've sent them but when they get to you depends. Either way it should be at the pickup point in a week or so."

"Or so," the man repeated. "Just make sure it gets here. I'm not working for free here."

"You're barely working at all Bertilak." Eyes rolling he heard the man bellow a laugh and strode to each of the girls tossing some blankets over their bodies from his satchel.

"Sitting on my ass is a tiring job. Especially when I'm having to kiss the asses of two crazy fucks."

"I'm sure it is. Goodbye Bertilak."

"Yeah, whate-"

Parc ended the call before the man could finish speaking and quickly clothed himself in a cleaner attire and moved to the new hidden tunnel system he'd built after the incident with Esdeath and made his way through its twists and back to the bunker. His stomach rumbling heavily in anticipation for whatever it was Summer was putting together that night, and oh, the stories he'd be telling her in bed.

If she hadn't been broken before, Parc was ensuring she was now.

***

It was curious seeing a person and knowing they weren't human. Sure, something could be said that the faunus weren't perfectly human themselves. Likely some decendents of humans or a mistaken creation from eons past. Parc leaned more to the idea that they were just there, an alternate form of human from lands long forgotten to the modern people. But one creature, at least one at the current point in time, struggled the line between human and inhuman.

That being a little girl, well, little compared to him. And 'girl' was an arguable word for the machine.

It looked like a person, a cute girlwith curly red hair and freckles dotting her little nose. It even like this little bow on the back of its head and dressed in a modest off the shoulders blouse and thigh length pinafore dress, beneath that thigh high boots. All around its body bright green accents surrounded with gold lining and a highneck collar in black finished off her choice of attire.

Looking down at her from the roof of a nearby building he watched as this machine chattered jovially with team RWBY acting almost perfectly like a human. Parc knew better, its skin was just a film covering joints of metal and circuitry. A false human. An android. That's all it was. A mockery of the human form given an uncanny realism. If he hadn't know the truth of this 'doll' he may never have even expected the falcities in her form.

He looked from the doll and towards Rwby, their conversation was getting heated with Weiss and Blake bickering about a yellow tailed monkey that had just passed by. Weiss complaining, calling him a member of the White Fang, a thief, a scoundrel, a ruffian while Blake told her to stop calling him that, to not be so close minded. Parc knew where this conversation was going. He focuses on Weiss, her expression was more heated and confused. She may know that Blake is, or was, a White Fang, but one didn't not cure the many in her mind. For all the guilt Blake may hold, Weiss couldn't fully reason it away, though perhaps it wouldn't be the same as in the show. Maybe Blake wouldn't run away this time.

Parc's brows furrowed and he turned back to the doll only to see its green camera shutter like eyes flicker and for its head to tilt curiously. He smirked, wandered from its eyes to the modest breasts it held beneath its blouse and smirked. 'I can figure that out if it even happens. Either way, I think its about time I made first contact with lil'ol Torchwick.' Backing away from the ledge, Parc flurried into the night like a ghost in the wind.