The Conquerors bloodline

Parc could hear it rumbling in the distance, the sounds of battle and miniature explosions of Romans flares firing against Blake and Sun. He was expecting Ruby to join the fray at any moment now like she had in the show.

It was lucky things had worked out like this, Parc was hoping things, at least today, would still resemble the show. How Blake would meet with Sun—though the circumstances were drastically different—and they would end up at a White Fang rally where Torchwick would reveal to the White Fang his involvement and when Blake would start to finally comprehend the grand manner of things.

The White Fang, it was no longer the group she once been with. Now it truly had devolved into a militia intent on proving their point by beating down others through any means necessary.

He watched as lights lit in the distance, as flames of explosions billowed lighting up the sky around the dock and warehouse district. It wasn't a violent fight, at least not yet. Specks drew closer to the origin of the fighting, Bullheads Parc knew them tobe. Two of them, likely filled or soon to be filled with Torchwicks collection of stolen dust.

Out of nowhere a beam of bright green light flickered and ripped through the hulls of the two ships cutting them cleanly in half. Parc whistled, impressed by Penny's brutality. In the show he faintly recalled people falling out of the severed ship though whether they were alive or dead then, he didn't know. But here, in his current reality, he could say with assurity anyone trapped in those ships as they crashed into the bay were most certainly dead.

He huffed, even knowing that he doubted anyone would blink and recognize the loss of life. 'Hypocrite much?' he snorted, lips curling at the ends and turned away from the battle just as weak footsteps approached from behind.

Pushing through a doorway leading to this rooftop perch Parc had found himself on, was a familiar girl. Cutesy and with strange yellow eyes with slitted pupils almost like those of a gecko. Under the cold moonlight her tanned chocolate skin rose with a soft gloss.

The girl was twitch and nervous but as she saw him her pupils dilated and her body filled with excitement. She was a faint memory to him, one he'd barely had the will to remember if it weren't for the alarms he'd set on his phone.

Unlike the other White Fang members she didn't wear their telltale white vests and black undershirts topped with a mask covering her upper face. Instead she'd chosen something more casual, jean pants and a neat pink blouse. Something that wouldn't stand out and draw attention her way.

"Its you, it's really you." She stepped close with small but hasty footsteps like the rapid pattering of a lizard. The closer she drew the more clear her face came to be, her cheeks were smooth and fell into a rounded chin that fit with her soft complexion of lightl bespeckled tan skin and her face, framed with short brown hair.

She stopped just a step away from him, her tongue flicking out to make sure she wasn't mistaken. She wasn't as the next second she rose with excitement and lunged into Parc's chest, clutching his shirt and letting his hands fall onto his back as she practically rubbed his scent all over herself.

"That I am." He whispered lowly, his hands gently caressing along her shoulders and back. "What is your name?" Back then, when she'd attacked the Charlatan with Adam he hadn't the time to ask or care. She'd only been a test, a chance happening for his experiment. Considering she'd found herself here it must have worked.

That drug, that blend of sweat and mushrooms from his terrarium had worked just as well as his chains and hypnosis though it seemingly only affected faunus. Humans just didn't have the nose for its potency.

The girl pulled away and turned up to him, "Jade, sir. Jade Berry." The next second she was once again nuzzling and letting out whatever the gecko equivalent was of a cat mewling.

"Jade… what a nice name." He uttered and the girl trembled happily. "How have things been since we last met?"

Jade whimpered into his chest, Parc feeling even her tongue flicking out to taste what sweat pushed through his shirt like an addict looking for the last vestiges of pleasure. He felt guilty somewhere deep inside, not too long ago he'd hunted people who did things like he did.

'How the mighty have fallen.'

"I've missed you." It came out as a murmur, "I ran out of your perfume a few days ago and couldn't focus on my mission anymore."

'My perfume,' Parc thought mildly amused, he'd only given her a single small vial snuck into her back pocket. He was half expecting her to wake up from the effects and just toss it. Turns out she was actively making use of it.

"Really now. And exactly how did you use it?" he was curious, he'd suggested she use it on some of the other girls, part of him hoped she did, another was curious about how much havoc he'd wrecked by proxy. "Did you get a lot of girls?"

Her head shook against his belly, "only one. The doctor." Her body began to heaten in his grasp. From her chest her nipples grew hard and dug into his chest. It was clear the longer they remained in contact the more arouse this girl would become.

'Maybe I should have diluted it.' If he didn't he might seriously end up brainwashing someone with only their nose. "you have a doctor?" he curiously asked. "What's she like?"

"Pervert." She said, "she dreams about being fucked by everyone and covered in their cum." She hissed, pecking his chest with small tasting kisses, the sniffing noises still exceedingly apparent.

"She was either easy or annoyingly difficult to break."

Jade panted into his belly, body squirming and shrinking as she followed a strangely musky sent that was pulling her downwards. "She was easy. I just splashed her with it and she broke. She keeps begging me for more of your scent but I ran out and now she only calms down after we have sex, even then, she's never happy."

Parc didn't stop her as she lowered into a crouch and brought her face close to his crotch. Her eyes latched with glue onto it and a small drip of drool coming from the corner of her lip.

A roar from the distance, a hoard of sirens echoing drew up his head to the slightly smoking warehouse district. The police were sickeningly slow. By now he expected those girls to have dealt with Torchwick and for Torchwick to have escaped into the night.

Ruffling noises and and clunking of Jade fiddling with the buckle of his belt drew down his gaze. The girl was flushed, her focus seemingly exclusivly drawn to the origin of that thick smell that was ruining her mind. She undid his belt, unzipped his pants and undid the little button at the top and let the fly fall open. Parc didn't try to stop her even as she reached and began tugging down his underwear until she could see his flaccid shaft.

A nervous, yet simultaneously anticipatory gulp exuded from her as she panted out a warm breath that stroked his man hood doing little to awaken it. She looked up to him and could only meet his eyes for a brief second before returning to his nethers.

She wet her lips and with gentle fingers pulled free his shaft. Even without blood coursing through it Jade knew it would be unnervingly large for a girl her stature. She wasn't small, nothing like those other girls of the pygmy species but she also wasn't overly large. If anything she was slightly below average. It didn't hazen her attraction to him at all though.

She stroked it, stretching out the foreskin and drew the slightest rising of blood to stiffen it. Another look to Parc and she was hesitantly drawing her lips close to kiss the tip and fondle the bottom with her snaking tongue. When that seemed not enough she opened them and took it into the warm and slimy confines of her mouth. It barely reached the back of her tongue but in seconds it was growing, thickening and the veins growning more pronounced against the slick of her tongue.

She excitedly began to suckle rising slurping noises as she bobbed her head back and forth and rocked it side to side.

Her tongue dug beneath his foreskin, kissing and teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves which only further hastened his erecting.

By the time his shaft allowed no more pliability it was knocking the back of her throat and almost pushing down it.

Jade felt his hand on the back of her head, he wasn't pushing her deeper but she knew he wasn't going to let her get away. She didn't want to get away.

She pulled back for one second to suck in a deep breath then rammed deep his cock. She could feel it widen her throat, taste its heavy musk that stank of other women and let her tongue dance around the bottom. The tightness and vacuuming feeling was amazing, she wasn't quite as skilled as the others but her toungue was much slicker and smoother and rose new feelings he wasn't sure he'd felt before.

The noises grew louder the harder Jade rammed his guzzled his cock. She was trapped in a crouch, her legs splayed wide apart as one hand dug beneath her jeans and fervently rammed three fingers into her pussy, the other pushed in the back, fingering and fiddling with her ass.

She cried and moaned but it only came out as gurgled noises as her mascara ran wetly down her cheeks.

Twice she had fallen into shivering orgasms since she tasted his cock. It was like a drug, one she would never let herself be weaned from and once she felt him bulging even more she knew it was time.

She ploughed him deep until her nose smooched his stomach and felt his twitchings undulate her throat. He wasn't climaxing, not yet. Then she pulled away releasing his shaft from her throat and rapidly jerked him off and waited until his seed came jetting out in thick streams. It fell in lines across her face, glazing her skin and her hair white, even dripping down her chin and staining her shirt with his milk.

Jade relished the feeling and the intoxicating scent. Her eyes were hazed and lost in lust. She collected up some of his cum in her hands and rubbed it across her face like it was moisturizer. What she couldn't coat herself with she licked from her fingers but didn't swallow, only doing so after opening her mouth and lulling out her tongue in presentation to Parc.

'I'm the bad guy, aren't I?' Parc thought, the way this girl painted herself, it wasn't right. Still, the sight was erotic nonetheless.

Jade sent up a goofy, yet incomparably horny smile Parc had only ever seen in hentai's. He gulped and his shaft shivered catching Jade's gaze. She eyed it for a bit the smiled even more.

The girl stood and spun around, her ass hugged by her jeans was stained half way down the inner thighs by her juices. Jade hooked her fingers in the sides of her jeans and with a few small bounces they had peeled down to her knees along with her panties.

Without a seconds hesitation the girl dropped down onto all fours, her back so heavily arched her ass was in the air while her tits were pressing and squishing against the roofing floor and presented her ass and slit to him.

Parc didn't need to think twice about what to do. He moved closer, lowered himself down and angled his dick into her pussy and rammed into her. She was tight, but no virgin. He pounded and fucked as she cried and moaned into the night. Parc was sure there were plenty people listening, some even masturbating to them. Didn't matter anyway.

They could do what they want.