The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 155: Sizzling

Parc had finished the initial construction of his subterranean abode by five in the evening. Two or so hours after Glynda had reluctantly left him to be after messaging Ozpin about what she should do. During that time he had finished setting up most of the bedroom, bathroom and lounging area, the kitchen still requiring a bit of piping and wiring and adding a bit of an illegal addition to Beacon's own plumbing network. An endeavour he had no doubts would leave him painted in water when he actually got to doing it.

When he had finished his days construction, he extruded himself from the earth, sealing the entire tunnel system Glynda had used to intrude upon him with dirt and stone. Mining out a new tunnel to open somewhere far enough away that he had no worries that Glynda or Ozpin would be able to find the entrance.

The only reason he had actually done it so close to Beacon being for the very reason of getting Ozpin's attention and letting him know he was there.

Leaving his subterranean refuge, Parc made quick strides back to Vale, skirting through its streets until he could get to the hotel where Summer was undoubtedly waiting with bated breaths for his report about her daughter's teams. Or, as she was soon to learn, team.

He was quite looking forward to seeing her expression when she learned they'd gotten lumped up together with a Schnee and an ex-white fang member.

'Oh yeah, White Fangs a thing,' Parc hummed, he'd been so focused on Cinder and Salem that he'd blanked out the White Fang in its whole.

In layman's terms, the White Fang were what you'd get if you free'd slaves and they decided turn around with shotguns and Molotov cocktails because you didn't save them fast enough. In more complex terms, they were a conglomeration of faunuses who wanted to change the way the world treated them. Protests, walkouts, the like were all in their arsenal. Though, if his memories were right, which they normally were, the entire organization had swapped hands a few years prior to the beginning of the show and were rapidly morphed from a relatively peaceful group into full on radical terrorists who made no qualms about firebombing buildings who discriminated against faunus kind and the like.

He wasn't much to blame them, he knew full well what it was like to be discriminated against and hated for what he was. To the point he went through the effort of getting the very part of him that made him different sawn off just to fit in and make his mothers life easier. But he wasn't just going to up and go on a murderspree slaughtering everyone who wronged him. That would just make him an insane psychopath even if he already had hands caked in blood and viscera.

Later on, just a few months from now, the White Fang, Vale branch, would side with Cinder and lead to the descruction of Beacon and causing a large scale grimm incursion into the city killing who knows how many. But that was just it, it was months away, not until the Vytal festival would he need to worry about Beacon being in danger.

The city on the other hand? Yeah, that still had a runaway train problem. Whether or not he'd be there to prevent it or not was still undecided.

Stepping out of the elevator onto his floor, Parc made quick strides to his suite room. Plucking the keycard from his ves pocket to scan it along the electronic lock and get the thing to open. Unleashing upon him a sharp, rich scent of grilling meat and frying vegetals.

His brow quirked amusedly and he stepped into the room, shutting the door as silently as he could behind him to creep through the expansive room and peak around the corner into the small kitchenette where Summer was stood, dressed in a pair of form hugging blue jeans and a slightly puffy light yellow top over which she had a pink apron covering her from the splatters of steak juices and butter.

Just a slight decibel beneath the sizzling and crackles he could hear her humming.

A smirk rose to Parc's lips as he watched her in silence, watching as her bottom swayed side to side as she danced along with whatever tune was blaring in her head. At one point when she'd turned enough, he'd noticed her humming wasn't just haphazard as in her ears were a pair of earbuds.

"You know, I'll never disappear~"

When she did actually sing it was actually quite pleasant to the ear. The lyrics though were awfully familiar to him.

"Just trust in me, my dear~ No cure is coming near~"

Her cooking came to a slow halt as her shoulders swayed and she used the tongs as a makeshift mic.

Parc shook his head at her antics, deciding it was about time to make his presence known and totally not give her a heart attack.

He didn't bother lightening his steps as he doubted, she could hear anything from how immersed she was in the music. Eventually ending up right behind her, looming over her shoulder to see the golden-brown crust forming over the butter basting steaks.

Gently, making sure she noticed nothing, he lifted his hands up and brought them around her waist. Finally letting her know he was there when he pressed his palms into her sides and tugged her hips back into him. Getting a mortified squeak from her as she nearly bolted out of his grip and buried her head in the ceiling.

With panic, she turned her head around to see who her assailant was only for her lips to be stolen and teased by Parc's. Her panic quickly diminished as her eyes fluttered and she let herself lean more into his kiss and body. Uncaring for how her bottom was pressed so tightly against his crotch as she was too entranced with the smooch to even feel the subtle hardness raising between her cheeks.

"Fuaah~" when finally he parted from her, steam bellowed from her lips as her cheeks turned her namesake rosey hue with a slight mist taking to her eyes. Only clearing up when she felt a small sting of molten butter spattering against her hand. "P-Parc, d-don't do that while I'm cooking," she gulped and timidly turned away, her tongue coming out to lick away the lingering smatterings of Parc's saliva from her lips as she quickly flipped the streak over before it could burn.

"Sorry," he wasn't actually sorry. Were he actually sorry he would have pulled his hands away from exploring up her belly and down one of her thighs. Petting at both the outside portion and inside portion of the soft denim covered flesh.

"Haaa" she held back a whine feeling the side of his palm rub ominously close to her pussy. An unnerving thought considering she could already feel an uncomfortable dampness taking hold in her panties. As his other hand stroked up her body, dancing beneath her apron and shirt to scratch his nails along her flesh, she flushed a brighter red and asked, "h-h-how were they? Did-did you see them," doing her utmost to hold back her pleasure whines.

Parc buried his face into her neck suckling on her flesh to leave a pink hickey behind while he gently pushed her to bow her upper body and push her ass out more against his now very apparent erection. Her barely able to shut off the stove and prop herself up when his hand began to unashamedly stroke against the moistening patch of her crotch.

Before Parc could respond she urgently cried, "w-w-wait, we can't-" Parc huffed a breath against her neck, snorting bemusedly at her refusal to let herself play with him. Still having some form of hang ups even after last night's endeavours and this mornings naked awakenings.

"And why's that?" he questioned in a whisper into her ear adding a slight lick of her lobe for added effect.

"I-you-you're too young-"

He stopped her before she could say anymore, "Summer, if I cared about our age difference, I wouldn't have spent fifteen minutes eating you out last night."

She quite literally steamed at his shameless proclamation, "don-don't say that!" she feebly cried out.

"And why not? Because I did eat your delicious pussy out Summer. And I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Her own heart pattered as she felt the top of her jeans unbutton and Parc's hand forced its way in going even further beneath her panties to part her labia and fiddle with her clit.

"Ahhn~" she shivered and cried, clamping her fingers down on the counter while bucking her ass against him. "Be-because, this-this is something you should do with someone you lo-ahii!"

Parc had discovered it was quite easy to shut her up by burying two fingers to the second knuckle inside her and scratch her slick insides. "Summer, I'll tell you right now. I love a lot of things, many, many things. Many women even. I want to add you to those women that I love Summer so let me do this, let yourself do this." All the while his fingers were stroking in and out of her box with soft squelching noises.

She trembled and arched her head back into his shoulder giving him ample room to press his lips into the other side of her neck, pecking away at the thin piece of pale flesh.

Her eyes flickered but cleared up as she used what power she could to push back and bring one hand to grasp the one massaging and teasing her breast. Forcefully, but weakly prying it out of her garb and to the side, doing the same for the one buried into her pussy.

Parc didn't stop her, though disappointment had become evident in his expression.

It didn't last long all things considered when Summer spun around and looked up at him with watery eyes and parted, panting lips.

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