The Conquerors bloodline

When Kurome put her mind to it, she actually made a pretty good puppy. While his previous act like a dog orders had gotten much the same result, they lacked the true appeal of Kurome acting. Before she always seemed frustrated and angry while her body happily revelled in Parc's touches.

Now though, with her willingly acting the part she actually showed true, non-mind controlled emotions. She truly enjoyed his touch enough that she flipped herself onto her back to let Parc rub her belly, leg kicking as her mouth hung just a little open in soft pants.

"Who's a good girl. You are, you are," even Parc had found himself taking to the part of doting dog owner and fell into baby talk. Which only seemed to make Kurome even happier.

Parc quickly found himself falling in love with this new, non homicidal Kurome.

"Wannn~" Parc's hand faltered in its scratches of her belly hearing a new type of moan coming from Kurome. A mixture of both a moan and a bark.

He blinked a few times staring off into Kurome's hazy black orbs and lopsided expression, her tongue hanging out one side. She looked completely out of it, much to enthralled in this play to even care about appearances.

Who was Parc to stop her if this was what she really wanted?

Pressing his fingers into Kurome's belly, he pulled her top up enough to show of her pale belly button. His hand spinning in swirling motions to get Kurome's leg kicking and more of her hounded moans.

"Waann~ Naaa~"

Slowly, but surely, Parc's motions moved lower down her body, his fingers coming together just above the hem of her skirt and her belt. Only removing his hand from Kurome to undo the belt and skirt, Kurome even willingling lifting her own butt off the ground to let him get them off of her and throw them to the side.

Her legs falling wide open, showing off her black pantyhose that had grown noticeably moist over the past few minutes of play.

Kurome's eyes glistened with anticipation.

Parc was kind enough to fullfill her wishes. His hand lowered onto her groin, pressing and stroking the soft flesh covered by a layer of pantyhose and panties.

"Annn," She whined as Parc's fingers drew even lower until they pressed into her slit, pushing her undergarments into them

He rubbed the from top to bottom of her slit, circling her hardening clit with every rotation. Earning predictable cries and moan's from the puppy dog assassin.

"Mnnn, wan-wan~"

Snickering Parc thought of how far Kurome was willing to keep this dog play going to the degree that even now that she was getting what she wanted she kept it going.

Not that he'd ever complain about it.

Having had enough of feeling her pussy through her garments, Parc rode his hand back up to her groin, pushing the tips of his fingers beneath the elastic of both her panties and the hose. Going deeper but not pushing down the garments.

Soon his fingers came to touching the bare nub of her unhooded clit. Kurome's hips bucked and she let out a moan, "Ahaan!" Till now only Parc had ever gotten to feel the sensitive unhooded nerve cluster, not even she in all her years of life had ever gone that far, even after her daily rituals of playing with her collar became commonplace.

She was more than content to just flick the prong and let herself edge along until she fell asleep. But never once had she fully unlatched it for fear of it never returning back down, leaving her in a puddle of her own musky liquids. She could just tell that she would break as a human being from that amount of restraint less stimulation.

Parc swirled his index and middle in circular motions, Kurome's clit pressed inbetween them.

Her eyes rolled up and once again her hips bucked, "NHAAA!" having her sensitive marble squeezed and teased rapidly drawing her along to her first true orgasm since Parc's assault in the forest.

"Nha, nnn, hnnnnn~" Her eyes flickered, her hands reaching behind her head, digging her finger into the stone floors. "W-wann-AAAHHH!" With a single powerful thrust of her hips, Kurome's feet planted flatly on the floor while Parc's pressed down hard on her button.

No sooner did a mist of Kurome's love juice sprits through the fabric of her drenching panties. A puddle soon forming from the trickling fluids that soaked her.

Her legs gave out letting her fall into her own remnants of lust with a splash. Her head hung limply to the side with her tongue lulled out almost licking the floor. In her eyes Parc could see the imaginary hearts only growing larger and more pronounced. He truly had corrupted this once innocent girl… 'pure' likely being the more apt term for the once assassin.

Come to learn through his endeavors with Leone, Sheele and Mine that each girl had their own distinctive smell and taste.

Leone was this powerful musk that could knock a cat into heat from a country away. Sheele had this subtle perfumesque floral taste to her. And while he hadn't gotten to Mine quite yet in the taste department, she held a distinct smell of oranges and something that cooled his body.

And here, laying before him, his dishevelled puppy in a pool of her own juices. A smell he could only liken to boiling sugar mixed with cinnamon and ginger rose. Licking just the tips of his fingers, Parc noted that there was also a subtler, liquorice like flavouring to her.

It truly was a strange thing he'd come to learn of, and it only strengthened his resolve to collect all these delectable girls just for his budding gourmet tooth.

"Awooo…"

"Hmm?" Parc lowered his gaze down to Kurome just as she twisted onto her shaky hands and knees. Every raise of one trembling within the air before stabilizing a little on contact with the ground. She didn't have to go far to find herself pressing her head into his stomach, tilting her eyes blurred eyes to look up to him while pulling just slightly away from him now that she had his attention.

Smirking, Parc brought his wetted hand to just in front of Kurome's face.

She didn't even hesitate to start lapping up the love juice that remained across every inch of his palm and fingers. Going so far as to even take each individual finger into her mouth, lips locking down around them and beginning to suck the juices off as her tongue swirled around and around before moving onto the next digit.

Finally stopping with the cleaning of his fingers with his pinky, but still licking his palm while happily humming to herself.

Just this would have been enough to get Parc as hard as a rock. Yet he had long since grown it since the beginning of his excursions into her lightly furred crevice.

"Awoo!" Noticing the bulge in his pants, Kurome's eyes glimmered excitedly and she let out a low howl. Pulling away from him enough that her unstable limbs could lift and spin her around, directing her soggy, pantyhose covered ass in his direction.

Slowly wagging it from side to side with a few bounces added in here and there for diversity, offering herself up to him in full.

She didn't care about her virginity, just about who took it. The only person she deemed worthy.

Her master.

Parc was tempted, he truly was. To have such a beautiful, petite ass offered up to him for his pleasure.

But he couldn't take it. Not yet.

Frowning sorrowfully, Parc sighed, "Kurome, I can't. It's too dangerous for you if Esdeath sees you with one of those gemstones."

This was the whole reason he hadn't gone all the way with her before. He was still unsure of what caused those gems to form. He knew it had to do with sex in some form.

But then why hadn't Leone gotten one during their first time only after their second?

Even better, why had Esdeath only formed half a heart shaped gemstone?

The shape he could guess simply enough, the meaning of which still horrified him.

But half of one?

What was that about?

Was it because Esdeath had been the one in control?

Did he truly need to dominate her before it turned into a full gemstone?

That just seemed like a fools errand to him. To try and dominate a woman who had no qualms about getting herself pregnant just to keep him with her, thinking rightly so that he wouldn't abandon his child and their mother.

Maybe he would have considered that were he a different person. But he didn't want to be like his own runaway father. He wouldn't leave a child without their father or their mother without her husband.

It was a vulnerability he wasn't prepared to have to deal with.

"Woooo…" Kurome whined, wagging her ass a little harder, showing that she didn't care if Esdeath saw. She didn't want to be the only one feeling pleasure if it meant leaving her master with such a painful looking erection.

Parc fondly smiled shuffling along the ground besides her, stopping just by her head. Reaching out to cup her cheeks in his hands and pull her towards himself, stroking his fingers through her short black hair.

"I'm sorry girl. But I don't want you getting hurt. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself." Kurome whimpered in his hold. "Ohhh," he could feel his heartstrings being tugged by her shimmering near tear ridden eyes.

"Listen… I can't right now. Not with Esdeath so close. Not while she's loyal to the Empire. It just brings too much danger to you. She won't just kick you out of the Jaegers. She will take it as you trying to steal me from her, and she will try to kill you."

Kurome's misty eyes cleared just enough that she regained a look of understanding.

"She's too obsessed with me to share me with other girls. At least, right now she is. If I can get her tied up in my chains, get her under my control. Only then will you be safe enough for us to go that far."

Kurome blinked slowly a few times, her eyes diverting for just a second to his bracelet where the three gems were inlaid. A whine still escaping her lips.

"I know. Dangerous Isn't it?" he chuckled, his eyes sharpened to slits, "Kurome, I want to ask. Will you help me turn Esdeath into my pet?"

It was a suicide mission. No doubt it'd be like taking a Styrofoam cup to a brick wall in the hopes of knocking it down.

"Wan!" She barked. Her head bobbing in his hands.

But it was a suicide mission she was willing to take if it meant making her master happy.