The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 235: The Malachite Twins [2]

The sisters kissed and smooched the other, relishing as they traded Parc's semen between them. From the looks of it Melanie was the one dominating the trading, Miltia still addled and struggling for breath. Parc watched, his fingers turning circles in their pussies and rapidly hooking and unhooking his fingers raising wet squelches and muffled whines from the girls.

Melanie lifted her head, yelling out in ecstasy as shivers assailed her. Parc smirked, praising himself for finding that little g-spot in her pussy just by her groin. Curious he turned to Miltia and did similarly. The moment he did Miltia jerked and gasped into her sisters mouth. Small bubbled of white bubbled around their connected lips like the froth of an ocean.

He continued the assault, quickened his motions, fingered them deeper without care for their sanity. Their eyes rolled having long since separated to tremble and shake from Parc's undaunted attack. What felt to them like minutes passed until their fingers curled, collecting handfuls of their bedding and their cunts tightened around Parc's fingers. From Miltia came a spouting of dulcet musk, it spurted out like a blocked hose dosing the bed and part of Parc's lower arm. A droplet ever found itself on hiw cheek by his lower lip. He quickly licked it off, enjoying the taste of the girls climax.

Melanie on the other hand didn't quite squirt, she was wet, but upon her climax all that came forth was an almost painful tightening of her walls around his middle and index. Of the two she was seemingly going to be the most pleasurable to fuck.

Their shivering's halted just moments after Parc stilled his fingers and pried them free from their clamping cunts. It took a few more for them to gain stability enough that they could push themselves into a seated position on their knees. Both were panting heavily and dripping with nectar, one more so than the other.

They turned slowly with seeming strain then licked their lips. A splotch of white cream on Miltia's lip was quickly cleaned with a short swipe of her tongue. The sisters met their eyes and spoke in silence with each other, nodding when their conversation was finished. They moved in tandem, mirroring each others motions as Melanie hooked around Parc's waist straddling his hips and pressing his cock down against his belly sandwiching it between her silken soft labium. Miltia came to stradle Parc's face but kept her legs extended enough that Parc could still see and feel the exquisite grinding of her sister as she rubbed her pussy across his penis from base to tip. One hand on his hip, the other on his stomach for stability.

He turned up at a drip of Miltia's nectar falling to his cheek. Her pussy was sodden and puffy with fiery lust. His lips curled up while hers opened with slight trembling, a side effect of the harsh finger fucking the slit had gone through not moments earlier.

Melanie lifter her hip, the hand she'd held on his belly trailed to Parc's shaft and clutched the base, softly guiding it strait and begun to part her lowerlips with his rigid manhood. Parc watched intently as he held her thighs, Miltia was filled with trepidation as her sisters expression tightened with pain. When Melanie lifted her head she'd seen something she'd never seen before, fear? Melanie had always been the more gruff of the two, the one who'd fight the bullies without a second thought and without a bit of fear, yet here, with this man, she was scared.

Miltia looked to Parc's cock, its girth and how her sister practically had to keep her knees fully extended to barely even reach the tip. She lowere a hand to her belly and tried to measure how far it would go and while she wasn't good at maths, she could easily tell he would break into a place that no man had ever touched before. Melanie knew this, Miltia could just tell. But they couldn't stop now. They may work for a criminal, but criminals had codes, Junior and their mother especially. Always keep to a promise and if someone pays for your services, you do what they want and never ask twice.

"Miltia, I don't think I can do this." Melanie spoke, she'd underestimated the virility of Parc. They'd thought him a simple man and men would always want to fuck them, no matter the price. They knew twin sister were yearned for by men, threesomes even more. At a point things had gone too far, Melanie was realizing that at this very moment as Parc's member spread her lips father than ever before.

Miltia strained a worried smile, "he's paid Melanie. We have to."

Her sisters lips furrowed nervously, another thing she'd never once seen before. "It's too big, Miltia. I don't think I'll ever be the same after this." She whined, as if pleading Miltia to save her from this terrifying ordeal.

Before Miltia could even respond, Parc clutched Melanie's hips tighter, the girl looked to one of his hands and how it pressed in almost painfully deep into her thigh flesh. She could feel him pulling her down, panic striken and knowing what was about to happen, Melanie turned to her sister but couldn't speak as Parc's hips bucked and his hand powered down her own. He slammed, pushing and forcibly tearing through her vaginal walls before stricking her cervix. Melanie's teeth crunched down, her back arched and her eyes bolted wide, tears already welling in the corners though no noise escaped her bar a weak whimpering cry and harsh laboured breaths.

"Melanie!" Miltia cried as her sister heaved and lost power in her body sending her lurching. Catching her, Melanie came to rest her head atop Miltia's shoulder as Miltia wrapped her arms around her sisters back.

"I own you two for the night. I will have you owe me." Parc voice rumbled from beneath her sending shivers along her spine and causing a racy tightening of her crotch. His voice, so domeneering, so lacking in care, it was almost terrifying how much it turned her on. She wriggled her lips then whispered to her sister.

"Hold me Melanie." What little power Melanie could wield she pushed into her arms and wrapped them around her sisters hips, feeling Miltia's hand over the back of her head, Melanie began to make slow movements but even those for as little as she did flickered her eyes and turned her mind blank. Her pussy was glued to his cock, the tightness that she couldn't control was torture leaving her feeling like every inch was a mile.

Were she to compare it to anything, it was like when she'd first lost her virginity at her mothers brothel but even worse. It was like this man was forcibly remolding her body so she could only ever be pleasured by him alone.

She grinded slower and with the help of Parc's hands guiding her, she began to pick up the pace. Noises so wet and licentious echoed through the room as the sisters embraced.

Parc stared up at Miltia's vagina, marvelling at how much nectar she was producing as she listened to her sisters whimpers and cries. His eyes wandered, then were drawn to a small black splotch out the corner of his eyes just below her pussy on her inner right thigh was a small tattoo of a spider. He arched his brow, he'd done some research on the unsavoury bunches of remnant and the only people he could think of with such a tattoo were Lil' miss Malachite and her gangsters in Mistral. Parc quickly realized their connection.

His smirk gave way to a guttural frown when Melanie's cries turned into banshees wails and her hips began to move harder by her own will. The girl had lost her mind, all she could think in that moment was about his cock. She raised her hips high then slammed down then grinded and rolled her hips then sometimes she'd mix them together. It was almost magical how skilled she was becoming at tending to his shaft.

Parc felt his balls tighten and a surge rush through his shaft. He grimaced and Melanie felt his cock grow thicker and the glans wider. Her hazed eyes cleared for a moment to look into Miltia's but by then it was too late, her hips were already slamming down and Parc's were ramming up pushing through all of her pussy and into her cervix. It willingly widened for him but even then it wasn't enough to make the ploughing any easier.

The glans pried the tight barrier open only for it to shut around the frenulum, semen jetted from his shaft and in only a few spurts her womb was filled. His cum rushed through her tubes seeking for something to latch for but she'd long since ensured to get the most successful IUD possible.

Horror filled Miltia as Melanie's belly physically buldged. It wasn't by much but it was enough that her sister looked bloated. No sooner than Parc's ejaculation ended, did Melanie's chest heave for breath, her skin sticky with sweat and her nipples as rigid as diamonds, did the girl loose all power in her body. Her eyes rolled until her eyelids shut and she fainted, falling into Miltia's waiting arms.

"Strike one."

Miltia sucked in her lips, only able to stare at the doorway in hopes that someone would come save her before she was broken.]

By the time someone did it was already too late.

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