The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 293: Mother Cat 4*



Chapter 293: Mother Cat 4*

Parc leaned back, his cock still fully buried in the mother cat's sodden and clamping gullet. His initial motions were slow, methodical even, as he pulled back his hips then pushed deep into her throat. Repeatedly he'd do this, after each backwards pry, Kali would pull a vacuum, sucking him back into her throat like she so yearned. Often, usually every second, this vacuum would be weaker as she breathed in heavily and prepped herself for his next plunge.

He kept his back straight, staring down at her revealed tit with a cruel smile. He wanted to see the other as well so he reached for the fabric flap covering it and tugged it off to the side. There, her voluptuous tits were brought to full display, ready for some squeezing massages. He took them both into his hands, feeling her rigid nipples against his palms as her fingers continued working her cunny slowly.

As he picked up speed, Kali began to let out slovenly gargles and gurgles, wet with the slapping of his balls against her nose and the sheer volume of frothy drool she was producing.

Kali was tight, skilful in the way she twisted and danced her tongue around his member. Nimbly kissing and even slurping at his precum. A shiver took Parc, causing his pounding thrusts to halt for a second as he bit down on his teeth and grunted. He looked down to Kali, her throat bulging just to fit his cock. Pulling back, he watched the bubble flatten then once he pressed in it refilled. Such a horribly dirty sight, he couldn't deny its shocking sexiness. Bringing his slobber slathered cock from Kali's maw, it rose high as Kali panted and coughed.

"Oh my," she giggled and rolled her back, her voice a little hoarse from the intense throat fucking she'd just undergone. "Certainly going deeper than Ghira." He met one of her amber shaded eyes, they were confident, almost unfazed by the skullfuck. Giving his penis a quick peck, she said, "but Ghira was better. He made me cum so hard, so many times."

It was tortuous, he could tell she was relishing every moment, every breath of his intense perfume, but she was sturdy in her footing. Unlike the other Faunus girls, she didn't even seem affected by it, Blake had practically fallen to him with just a hug, but her mother Kali was something else.

Parc followed a twitch of her armsclad with the jangling gold bracelets and dark arm warmersand to her hand playing with her sodden cunny. He grunted, realigned his shafted with her warm throat pussy and thrust in, filling her flattened throat fat. Grabbing her arm, he forcefully pried it from her crotch and laid it flat on the table. Kali lifted her other one to replace it but just as quickly Parc had grasped it as well.

She didn't resist him, accepting his prevention wholeheartedly as he pounded down her throat thrumming like the rapid beating of a hummingbirds wings. The vibration enraptured Parc's shaft, massaging it with sheer concussive force. He could even hear Kali purring, though it wasn't quite right, more garbled than anything.

"You're cocky Kali, I'll give you that." He peered down at her tits but moved to her crotch, "I like breaking cocky bitches." Rocking himself into a better position, he rammed his cock deeper than before and released her wrists so he could lay them on the table and bend himself over her. Crawling till he was flat atop her, he brought his face to her kimono covered cunny and smelt her potent musk, oddly smelling like oranges, of all things. One hand rose, gripped the flaps of fabric and peeled them out from that cameltoe dip.

As it came free, his lips curled up at the realization that indeed, Kali was bare naked down there. Her pussy was puffy and pink, her lips parted just enough for him to peer into the glossy red entrance of cunt. Surrounding her crotch was a forest of kempt black fuzz, not quite unshaven, it had been trimmed so carefully that it almost coated her pussy like the fur of a cats back. He licked his lips, brought himself closer and let out a puff against the engorged pink clit that stood unhooded and waiting for a mouth the suckle it.

Couldn't verily say no to that, could he?

Parting his lips just a smidgen, he latched to Kali's clit and gently bit down. A tide gushes forth as she gasps, for a second he feels a dangerous nibbling bite around his base, before she can do any damage, Kali parts her mouth open urgently and grasps the edge of the table right beside her hips.

Parc fiddles with her erected nub, licking and tweaking it all over leaving it in a coating of his spit before he moves farther down to her slit and digs in his tongue. Easily piercing between her lust fattened labia and into her tunnel.

Soon he began to piston his hips, he couldn't pull out as far as before so he kept his motions short and powerful. A small centimetre back, then a harsh ram that jerked her body and creaked the table.

Continuously he pounded Blake's mother. Fucking the cat-girl till spouts of climactic fem-juices spouted from her slit and spritzed across the room, filling it thoroughly with the stench of wet, horny cat, and oranges.

Kali clearly took care of herself, pampered her body here and there to ensure she remained as fuckable as when Ghira was alive. An odd habit, he'd admit, especially considering she'd said she'd been abstinent the past five years. It made him doubt it, made that skilful suckling of his cock like a sex goddess trained for a hundred years and seemingly unfazed by the flow of time all the more doubtful.

An ache rose in his groin, his bulging fat balls tightened on the verge of climax. His options weren't limited, far from. If he wanted to he could have pulled out, saved his first shot for Kali's roundtable cunt, to fill up her waiting womb. Part of him wanted to claim her there and then, turn her into another Esdeath, to mark her with something more than a little gem on her groin. But that seemed so simple if that was the right word to use, and unfilling on top of that.

He continued pounding, noisily creaking the table and raining out Kali's gargled cries and pleadings for breath as she soon began to struggle heavily for it. For as gracious as he was, Parc wasn't so kind for as he lifted himself from her sodden cunt and began to unsheath his sword, did her latch one hand around her throat as if to strangle her and the barest moment her old breath could escape her, did her thrust, piercing through any defences she may have had.

Parc's balls tightened even further, his cock twitching in her mouth pussy as the first drizzling of jism escaped him. He held himself there, letting Kali's stomach down a few more before finally freeing himself from her. Kali gasped for breath, her eyes glossed as Parc grabbed his cock and began to jerk it, urging even more shots out and over her face and body. One of which landed in her mouth. In response Kali shut her mouth in surprise, her aching throat rolled, swallowing the thick white splurge and quivered as yet another bout of convulsions stole her sanity.

While it didn't earn another spouting of fem-fluids, Parc knew she was cumming.

Panting, Parc stared down at Kali's debauched form. Frothy spit blended with cum dripped from her face, saturating her hair into strings and even causing a slight drippage of her purple mascara. Across the floor and even on the opposite wall was thick staining of darkening fluids. He chuckled at that, stroking his sensitive shaft to keep it erected as he was far from finished with Kali.

He eyed her down, met her rapidly clearing eyes and smirked. "Round one Kali." He spoke, "I've still got a bunch more in me." Crouching down by her head, he hooked a hand around her throat and jerked her head up to look him proper in the eye, "how far are you willing to go with this little tradition of your, Kali?"

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