The Conquerors bloodline

He would be lying if he said he wasn't going a little stir-crazy in this empty cell. He may enjoy small, confined spaces, but having the option of at least opening a window every now and then was a bonus.

And by this point, he wanted to see something that wasn't just pale brick walls and a wrought Iron door. Even just a single blade of grass would be an amazing change of pace.

That being said, his new little camera drone was proving to be an interesting discovery. While it provided him a hint of surveillance, it was nothing like what the spectator teigu could do.

It gave him slight night vision but lacked in the actual 'vision' portion of the word as everything was either purple or a different shade of purple. What it actually did apart from that was scuttle around his little hovel, clambering over wood, stone and metal, never once falling off or loosing traction.

He could control its movements through simple orders like 'go there' or 'follow this flying ball of wax. Hell, he even tried playing fetch with it and and tried its best to drag the same wax ball back to him, which for a construct about the size of the tip of his thumb, proved to be quite the task.

Didn't mean it couldn't do any complex manoeuvres like solving a maze Parc dug into the floor. Just, it couldn't do it with any simple command, Parc would need to take control of it himself by shutting his eyes and shifting his vision into it.

Being small was actually quite a daunting thing he had come to learn. Especially when you're on the floor and there's this giant a good few hundred of yourself stacked on top of each looming over you.

There was also a strange dissonance between moving the spiderling and himself. If he were to liken it to anything, it was like trying to use a controller with your feet. A mess of random button mashes in the hopes something happens that helps you progress forwards.

His first attempts at moving it had lead to him randomly kicking his legs out, thus helping him realize that trying to move a small creature required a lot less effort than moving his actual body.

Currently his plan with the spiderling was to send it out to scout around the palace while he remained in his cell waiting for something to happen.

Which, hopefully it would.

And just like that, his door was unlocked from the outside and his dimly lit room was flooded with light once again. "MY EYES!" he hammed it up for boredoms sake.

Strangely, no reaction came from whoever it was who'd come to him. Flicking a single eye open he muttered, "Oh, Kurome," a malevolent grin grew on him, "I was wondering when it would be your turn to check on me."

So far Run, Wave and Bols had all come to him at least once each this last week… or two. Tie was really relevant without a sun to look at.

"You're okay. Goodbye," she threw something on the ground and did a quick once over of the room for anything suspicious. Finding nothing she tried to quickly retract from the room and slam the door shut, an effort on her part to avoid his control.

"Aa-a-ahh, naughty girl. That's no way to treat your master. Come give me a hug." Parc rose from his bed and held his arms open to Kurome who involuntarily began to lumber her way towards him, "don't forget to close the door behind her." And she did.

"Oh its been so long since I've touched a girl," Kurome growled as her arms wrapped around his chest and his around hers. Her face burrowing into his chest taking in large quantities of the smell that made her want to kill him.

Parc himself enjoying Kurome's faint sugary scent she got from all the candy she surrounded herself with.

"So soft," Parc gingerly cried squeezing Kurome tighter. His hands slowly trailing down her back and over her skirt. Digging beneath the pleated fabric before squishing her soft, delicate ass.

"Nnn…" The squeeze elicited a slight whine from her. An irritating side effect she'd found from her attempts at removing Parc's collar that her lower regions and chest had grown increasingly sensitive with every attempt. By now even just Parc's rough squeezes and pulls of her butt was enough teeth and force her voice to stay down.

"Haa… nnn…" not that it so much as worked as her moans would uncontrollably leak from her even if quite a decent bit subdued.

"No need to hide it," He whispered to her, "let your voice out. Show how you're really feeling."

Kurome's eyes flickered and her legs grew numb, "Haa, haa, nnn, s-stop it, nnn," is was a soft plea filled with her now open to the air emotions.

Parc grinned mischievously. His hands halting, but not removing themselves from her cheeks, "are you sure you want me to stop?"

"Y-"

"Honest answers only."

"-no." Kurome's eyes widened horrified at the word that left her mouth. "N-no, I didn- I wanted to say that!" She tried to retort to her own words, "I don't want you to stop!" she whined at the two arguing voices in her head, the one of her freewill, the other under Parc's control.

S-st-stt-" the veins on her neck bulged as she forced herself to not divert from the simple word of 'stop.' "Sto- grrr…" she growled frustration filling her, "PLEASE JUST DON'T STOP!"

It was torture to her mind. The sheer agony of every part of her being, being out in the open for him to see and manipulate. She felt so weak around him.

Then why wasn't she scared?

Most her life she'd spent in fear of showing any type of weakness or face execution from her colleagues.

And yet around him there was no fear, no worry of some assassin coming out to kill her.

Instead, he enjoyed seeing her in such a weak state. He enjoyed manipulating her weakened form with not pain, but mind melting pleasure. He massaged and groped her body, he messed with her groin, he pinched her nipples and left hickeys on her neck.

But never once did he try to please himself. He had so many chances to use her body and yet all he did was pleasure her until she could barely stay awake.

It was addicting.

How could it not be?

Even she had to admit that all those times she had messed with her collar in private had been a form of pleasuring herself. She would poke and tweak the prong as she lay in her bed in her pyjama top while her bottoms lay far enough away from the ensuing mess.

She was supposed to be an elite assassin, a murderer without emotions who's only objective was to follow orders and kill whoever she was told to.

Now… now she yearned for those powerful emotions of climax that Parc had brought her to and continued to, to this day with his collar and order of re-experiencing that day's emotions.

It was selfish. It didn't serve her purpose of killing.

And yet she wanted it so bad that she was willing to forgo her training to revel in them.

Day after day the her that had spent years under the Empires iron hold was cracking and crumbling. The days she spent messing with her collar only grew longer and more powerful.

She wasn't an assassin anymore.

"Then I won't," Parc whispered to her, his hands digging deeper into her cheeks, roughly squeezing and caressing her.

No…

Now… now all she was, was a dog in heat.

Kurome's eyes fluttered and her hand gripped tight into the back of her shirt. She came to stand on the tips of her toe, her butt pushing out while her chest was kept tightly pressed onto Parc's.

Small whimpers forced their way from her throat into Parc's chest as he felt a musty warmth growing within Kurome's skirt. His grin growing wider and more malevolent when he felt a moist stickiness beginning to soak the crotch of her panties where his fingers would often 'accidentally' stroke past.

"What do you want Kurome? You can lie if you want."

It was a question designed to tug at Kurome's resolve.

She could lie… How many times had she wished she could lie to Parc just so she didn't feel like he knew everything and more about her than she did? Now he was giving her permission for her to tell him to let her go. To remove this collar, to let her mind go free.

Then why didn't that come to her mind?

Kurome's hands unhooked from Parc's back. Shakily making their way to Parc's wrists while her cheek pressed against his chest.

Parc's brows rose when Kurome began to pull his hands away from her butt, 'does she want me to let her go?' he questioned letting Kurome free herself from him.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Stumbling just a few steps back, Kurome's legs seemed to finally run out of strength, letting her collapse onto her knees. She remained still for moment before seating herself properly with her knees and toes on the ground.

Slowly she leaned forwards, raising her hands to catch her fall while keeping her body held perpendicular to the ground. Lifting her head, Parc could practically see hearts gallivanting within her black eyes.

His lips quirked in time with the waggles of her ass.

"Wan!"

She barked.

Of her own free will.

He didn't order her to do it.

She just did.

And by the heavens above was she adorable.

'I've really corrupted her, haven't I?'

It was a redundant question, of course he did. Kurome wouldn't be like this if it weren't for him.

And his morbid self took great joy in watching her fall into her position as his cute little puppy, Kurome.

Grinning from ear to ear, Parc knelt down on one knee before Kurome, letting her nudge her paws forwards, bring her closer to him. Reaching his hand out to her, he held it just besides her cheek letting Kurome herself press it against his hand.

"You want to be my puppy, is that right?"

"Wan!" if being a puppy was what it took to feel that pleasure again… To be with Parc…

Than she didn't need to be a human anymore.

'Akame's going to kill me…' he watched as Kurome's leg twitched from his scratches and how her eyes fluttered shut to focus on the pleasure, 'I don't care anymore.'

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In the few chapters Kurome has played in, she has become my favourite.

I am unsure why...

Wait, no, I do. Puppy Kurome is adorable and I can't get the image out of my head.