The Conquerors Bloodline - Chapter 292: Mother Cat 3*

In a breath, Kali was standing on the opposite side of the table, stripping herself of her hakama and the black shrug. There she stood, proud and hands just centimetres from the belt of her kimono. She glanced to Parc, saw his anticipatory eyes and smirked. Gripping both ends she loosened the knot but didn’t let it fall away.

The two sides parted slightly, giving Kali enough room to let out a sensual sigh and pull open the side of her kimono and let her alluringly white thigh peak from between the folds.

“So,” Parc spoke, “is it true you women don’t wear underwear under those?”

Kali stilled for a second then just as quickly smirked. Her index dove between the folds, peeling them further while whispering seductively to him as the kimono parted further up her leg until she could see her naked hip. “I think I’ll let you find that out on your own.”

Descending to her knee’s atop the table, she crawled to the opposite end and between Parc’s legs as he sat atop the edge of the couch, watcher her panther-like movement with an ardent twitching of his pants.

Kali hooked her fingers around the edge of the table, her sharp, feline eyes locked to him as she said, “Ghira always loved my lips, you know?” Kali growled, her tone soft, like the purring of a ferocious tiger, no, perhaps panther would be more apt considering her choice of husband. “How I worked them around his cock, making him quiver and cum in seconds flat.”

A snort escaped Parc’s throat.

“Even my tongue, I could use it to make that brawny, macho man quiver like a little boy. He’d be bucking into my throat for hours on end. Fucked my throat till it was shaped like his cock.”

The chuckle dwindled as Parc’s eyes grew jagged and serious. Kali’s widened but just as swiftly mooned as she quivered under his fierce gaze. “Seems like you’re asking me to mould you in the shape of mine, Kali.” He grumbled.

For as much as he loved letting Summer know about his conquests, he was quickly finding that hearing so much about another woman… felt off to him. Arousing, just the teasing tone of her voice was enough for that. But still, the concept, hearing about how Kali made Ghira quiver at the knees… It irked something inside him.

“I’d love for you to try.” She giggled, “but you know what Ghira really loved?” she leaned a little closer, whispering ever so silently, “he loved it when I laid down and let him fuck my face. I would lay on my back,” Kali first descended to her belly the swiftly was on her back. One leg pulled up with her other extended that let her kimono fall so beautifully close to telling him whether she was wearing undergarments or not.

“Then I’d open my mouth,” and so she did, as wide as she could, “then Ihd put my tongue oht and whait.” Her tongue lulled out, forced to lay on her chin, resisting gravities desire to pull it down. Soon she retracted it back into her mouth, rolling it around to collect spit and wet the slight dryness the opening had left her with. “He loved watching my throat bulge with his fat cock. He’d go slow,” upside down, she looked at him, her chest heaving, breasts just millimetres from falling free from the loose kimono open in such a way he could see her spotlessly olive chest flesh and the slight pink circle of her areola. “Then he’d pick up. Ramming me so hard I couldn’t breathe and could only smell his balls as they smacked into my face.”

She wasn’t even trying to accede to Parc’s emotions about what he likes or not. Every word that left her was a goad to action, that much Parc knew. She was tormenting him with the idea of another man owning her body and mind knowing full well it would irritate him.

How exactly, he wasn’t sure. He’d barely talked with her, barely knew her more than half a day. Yet somehow, someway, she just knew where to poke to set him off.

“Then, when I felt his balls tighten and his cock thicken in my mouth, he’d ram me as hard as he could before pulling out and cumming all over me. Ha, I’m sure I still stink of him even now.”

By then, she had descended a hand slowly from her belly where the belt was hanging on by a thread to keep her kimono from falling off, and trailed it between her legs, pushing in the fabric till it dug into the gracious curve between her thighs.

“After that…” she trailed off slowly, watching hungrily as Parc stood, his eyes fierce and loathsome as he fiddled with his belt and pulled down the zip. “Ghira, he’d flip me over and take his pick from my ass or pussy. He’d guide his tip to my holes, teasing me at which he’d choose to fuck first. Then…” Parc’s briefs descended just far enough for him to dig in his hand and pry out his dick. It was girthy, and long with a slight upwards curve so debauched it caused Kali’s breath to studder.

She couldn’t deny it, she’d suspected it, but even tented he was on par, no, thicker, longer, the glans’ overhang, compared to Ghira he was a step above. No, she couldn’t say that. Parc guessed as much. Ghira was her husband, the man she loved and who’d bred her to have Blake. No matter what, there was always a part of her that was exclusively for Ghira. A part Parc could never usurp just like he couldn’t with Summer. For them, he was the boy after the one that got away.

For as frustrating as the notion was, it was fuel enough to fire him up. It didn’t take but a half step and a dip of his knee are to come to Kali’s height and set his cock overlapping her face. His potent stench ran down Kali’s nostrils, tantalizing her senses and making that dampness between her legs ever muskier.

Kali’s throat thrummed with a languid yowl as she continued, “then he’d pound into me. Ripping open my pussy till he hit my womb-” Parc pulled back his hips, his fingers gripping the base of his cock to guide his thickened glans to her plump pink lips. Kali puckered her lips, kissing the tip and parting just enough to tease him an entrance leaving her teeth closed to stop him from pushing in.

“He fucked me so hard Parc.” She didn’t look at him but focused her crossed eyes on his cock, it was her world at this point. “Made me cum so hard till I knew I w-”

Her mouth parted just enough for Parc to lean over her body and pierce through the barrier that was her teeth. Unhesitating as he pushed deeper, feeling her slick, lube-like saliva make his entrance all the easier.

“Just shut up will you.” He growled.

Kali’s throat rolled her tongue dancing instantly and wetly along the top of his cock. He kept himself still inside her, not thrusting nor pulling out. He leaned back, struggling to find the right posture considering his already nigh knelt position.

He couldn’t see Kali’s eyes but he could feel her breath tickling his balls and felt his sack wrap around her nose. He was balls deep, as people liked to call it, and Kali was loving it. Not even a minute later was she gagging, it was like she could breathe perfectly well even stuffed with his chub.

Parc wandered his eyes over her body. Her kimono had slid fully off one breast, giving him the purchase to ogle her plump tit and the pink nub topping it like a cherry atop a ball of ice cream. He reached out for it, gripped the bounding tit and squeezed, massaging it, Kali began to purposefully thrum her throat, purring vibrations across his cock, massaging it as he was her breast.

Then he fell further down her body, to her pulled up and bare thigh—the only cladding being her calf-high tabi sock—he smirked at the sight. There was a slight gloss to her skin, not of sweat, no. But of sheer smoothness. For as clear as her skin was, there wasn’t even a shred of hair to be found. Whether shaved or waxed, she was clean as could be. He focused on her crotch, at the slight dip where one of her hands dug between her thighs and where her middle finger bent and straightened, stroking against her honey pot beneath the rest of her dress.

Pulling back his hips, he dipped his gaze down, noting—and feeling—Kali’s intense suctioning force preventing his full escape. While not fully glazed, her eyes were milky and as his glans became the only thing left to escape, she peered around his manhood and met his eyes. Just daring him to re-shape her gullet to the shape of his cock.

“After I’m done with you,” Parc’s voice low, nigh a growl, “I’m going to leave you worse off than Ghira ever could.”