The Conquerors Bloodline - Chapter 291: Mother Cat 2

On the reverb from their clink, Kali brought her cup to her lip and took in a full mouthful, Parc doing much the same. Though in place of swallowing down the sweet-tasting rice wine, they both curled in towards the other, pausing for each other when they noticed the other had a similar idea and let out a low, gurgled chuckle before final latching their lips, trading sake between the other as their tongues snaked out, coiling like silken strings around the other.

Parc hooked his arm around her as Kali practically clambered onto his lap, having to squeeze between him and the table which was barely enough room to give her a centimetre of space. The sake lasted all of a few seconds before it was gone, replaced by their trading spit and saccharin taste. Both were completely enthralled in the breathless connection.

She was soft against his lips, her tongue experienced and lascivious, almost dominating his own with her skilled twisting. At the same time, his crotch bulged, his cock growing harder beneath these small grinding motions she did atop him. His hands gravitated to her back, descending from her scapula to her lower back before finding their way tightly between the table and to her plump and pert ass, his fingers already sinking deep into her motherly flesh even hidden behind the loose confines of a kimono and a hakama.

Their kiss turns noisy and sloppy until Kali pulls away, her head arching back to let out a mewling but subdued moan so she didn’t voice her rectal pleasure fully through the house. Couldn’t let Blake know they knew she was listening, not just yet at least.

Licking his lip, Parc enjoyed the remnant taste of sweet rice wine she left and rolled his hips so he could straighten his legs into a better position beneath the table.

“Tell me,” he whispered, leaving a prolonged and wet kiss on her neck before continuing, “why do you want me? Wanting to fuck your daughter’s boyfriend… why do you want to do that?” he bucked his hips, launching into slow humping manoeuvres as he forced Kali’s grinding to deepen.

She whined softly before responding, “I’ve spent a long time…” he gasped, “…abstinent.”

Parc’s brow rose curiously, ‘abstinent?’ he thought.

Kali saw the question in his eyes as she laid her arms over his shoulders and began to grind harder by her own will, his girthy cock pushing easily through his pants to nestle between her lips and touching her de-hooded clit sending spikes of pleasure through her body. “It’s tradition.”She mewls, “an old tradition,” Kali tilts her head, her plump pink lips just millimetres from lapping at Parc’s jawline as he rough, gripping cat-like tongue lulls out and strokes along his cheek, “no one does it anymore but in the past widows would marry their daughter’s husband.” Her ass-flesh squished pleasurably through Parc’s massaging palms, earning more revelling mewls from the milfy cat.

Parc chuckled, “so because of that you’re fucking me? I’m not even married to her.” One hand rose to the hem of her hakama and pressed against it, attempting to pry into the tight gown but failed, so he returned to her ass, his shaft already painfully erect beneath her grinding motions.

“She stinks of you.” Kali’s tongue retracted and a noticeable sniffing noise replaced it, prolonged even, as she forced her body to quiver and remember Parc’s powerful pheromones. “Blake doesn’t smell like my daughter anymore. For as long as she’s been here I’ve smelt it, you’re cum, I could taste it in the air and when Lady left…” Kali licked her lips, wetting that plump rosy satin with a gloss.

“We Belladonna’s are addictive,” she whispered. “When we do something, we stay with it. For me it was Ghira, for Blake it was the White Fang… and now, it’s you. I can just smell it.”

“Maybe that’s just me.” He chuckled, teeth biting softly on her neck, not enough to leave a mark. Not yet at least.

“Oh, it is,” Kali responded sweetly into his ear. “You smell sweet, just like Ghira did whenever I rode him to sleep.”

That brought a strange twisting in his chest, odd was the feeling to be compared to another man. Kali, for all her likeness to Blake, was more domineering. More experienced and on top of things. She wasn’t there to be dominated, nor to dominate. She was simply a woman to enjoy and to be enjoyed. Parc’s pants tented even harder, his cock now furious and almost painful within his britches with Kali’s cunny grinding and squishing against him. Though ever cloaked in several layers like the minutes before.

Parc licked his lips and broke his nipping of Kali’s neck, fully ready to move on from the talking and into the action. Kali, seemingly sensing this chewed her lip red and pulled her head back enough to stare down at him, eyes on eyes.

“You don’t think Blake will be against this, at all?” Parc whispered and brought Kali’s grinding to a halt.

Smirking, Kali rose to her feet. Standing such that if Parc kept his face pointed straight he’d meet her feline Faunus pussy. Even through her dress, he could smell her musk leaking between those undoubtedly puffy lips. Leaning just hairs closer to that slight divet where her hakama pressed inwards, Kali swept away the glass sake glass on the table and seated herself on it, legs spread though nothing could be seen of her nethers.

“Why would she do that? My daughter’s a lot like me,” Kali pushed herself farther back on the table till she was about halfway, her legs straightening as she moved farther than her knees. “She loves sex. All forms of it, the dirtier it is, the happier she will be. Even taboo things she likes.” Kali bowed, “she had a time where she really liked shouta, if you know what that is. Though, I’m sure you do.”

While he hadn’t expected it outright, he could somehow see Blake flicking herself to something like that.

“One of her favourites was incest,” Kali chuckled, “daddy-daughter, mommy-son, family orgies. She really liked those.”

Parc tilted up to her eyes.

“Don’t get me wrong. There’s a difference between enjoying stuff like that and actually doing it. Blake knows that, she hasn’t ever looked at me or her father like you are looking at me now.” She winked and Parc snorted, “though, give her the chance and I’m sure she’d be happy to join us.”

It was an alluring offer, he could just see it now. Mother and daughter stacked atop the other, asses pointed out to him plump and pert with their cunny’s drizzling in lust as Blake looked over her shoulder yearning for his cock while Kali spread her daughter’s cheeks to give him a better view into her pinkness. He gulped, eyed up Kali, the heat in his eyes and the pheromones he exuded billowing off and up Kali’s nostrils making her throat thrum with a prelude to a yowl of readiness.

“We’re here for a week,” Parc said, “who knows, maybe we’ll do that.” Resting his hands on the cushion of the couch, Parc pushed himself to one leg then quickly moved his hands to the edge of the table between Kali’s legs and leaned close. “Cause, I don’t think I can leave Menagerie without seeing something like that.”

For a second a spike of hesitance echoed through Kali’s expression that quickly faded to return her to her usual mature glimmer. “Maybe we could,” for as softly as she spoke it, there was still a crack in her voice. Small and almost unnoticeable to anyone but Parc’s astute ears.

“You’re sounding nervous Kali.” He said. “Don’t like the idea yourself?”

“She’s my daughter. Of course I’d be off-put about something like that.”

“Yet here you are, legs spread ready to take a dick that’s already tasted her.”

Kali went silent with a puff and roll of her head. “It’s not a no, Parc. But also not a yes. This tradition, there’s nothing in it saying they have to share a man at the same time. Just that the mother will marry her daughter’s husband. No more, no less.”

Saying nothing, Parc held their gaze then huffed through his nose and pulled back. “We’ll see.” Standing, Parc quickly undid his vest and laid it on the couch behind him. Stripping further under Kali’s observant and heated eyes until he was in nothing but an unbuckled pair of pants with a large tented crotch.

Kali’s tongue snaked out like a miniature worm and went from the middle of her lips till the right tip before retracting.

“So, how do you want to do this?” he asked, pulling Kali’s attention to his eyes and she smiled.

“I have an idea.”