The Conquerors Bloodline - Chapter 300: Mid-day Threesome*

Lady dipped her hands into Parc’s briefs, finding his flaccid member she began to roll it around her soft, supple olive hands. Parc leaned against the table, his hand wrapped around Kali’s hip and hand grasping her thick womanly flesh beneath her hakama. As his shaft began to harden, Lady descended to her knees with slow, almost elegant movements. She kept her legs spread wide, if she hadn’t been wearing that ankle-length purple skirt, Parc was sure he would have been able to see her puffy mons ready for a man to tend to her.

“You know,” Lady whispered, her lips just millimetres from his rigidifying member. “We can smell them on you,” she breathed in loudly through her nose, absorbing the residual musk of all the other Faunus he’d been fucking throughout the day. She moved to the side of his cock, sniffing it like an artisanal wine, “I smell… cat… bull… rabbit… even a little chicken in the mix.”

“Snake as well, and fox,” Kali added, her hand overlapped with the one on her hip. Teasing his warm digits deeper into her hip.

Lady tossed an eye up to Kali, “you’ve always had the better nose, Kali. No need to gloat about it.”

Though he was far from privy to their former relations, he could tell they were good friends. Been through more than just highwater at the least. “Just saying. If Blake were here, I’m sure she could find even more.” Kali tilted her head up, standing on her tiptoes she turned and leaned in towards Parc’s lips, stealing his masculine lines with her own and letting her tongue taste that dry musk he’d yet to swallow.

“She’s free to join us,” for what was the barest of a second, Lady tossed her gaze to the door and licked her lips. Wetting those plump pink lines enough that when she puckered and smooched Parc’s girthy man meat, it left a drooping line of spit connecting them. “Though, she will have to wait her turn.” Lady began to pump him with her slim, warm hand, bringing it to new heights of erection. When she brought his tip into her sodden maw, Parc grunted and groaned in pleasure, feeling as her tongue danced a ballet across his unsheathed frenulum.

Kali continued her oral assault, skillfully twisting around his tongue like a serpent its prey. The hand she’d weaved with her own she lifted to her breast. Parc was all too prepared to grasp that voluptuous tit and began to massage it, earning him a few sweet puffs of warm kitty breath into his own maw.

There was a sudden vacuum as Lady’s cheeks drew inwards and she began to suck. Her head dashed forwards and back, never once going further than a fourth down the girthy shaft her hand was so skillfully and slowly jacking off with rotations and pumping motions. When she popped free, she said, “bigger on the tongue.” And was quick to take it back inside. She was slow and methodical. Doing her everything to push his shaft to newfound heights.

Kali reached around Parc’s back, gripping his shoulder she fell away with a panted breath. Her eyes dashed across the room and found an empty bit of land perfect for their inevitable fucking. She grabs his side, looks down to Lady and with a beautiful smile and says, “why don’t we get more comfortable.”

Lady looks up, her eyes were ablaze with rampant lust, the kind that Parc could only see in those more mature fems. The eyes of a woman who hadn’t given in to her body desired for well too long. Yet something told him that this was just normal for Lady, to desire a prick at any moment of any day. A whore from the soul.

She pulls another vacuum, pumps him a few more times and Parc grunts and bucks his hips in response, but before he can push deeper, she opens her mouth and retracts. Lady is quick to stand, she grabs one hand while Kali the other and they pull Parc towards the open section of the lounge. Before he had any time to react, they were both already peeling off his clothing, layer by layer. Kali went for his vest and shirt while Lady his pants and finally freed his girthy cock and full testes.

“Lie down,” Kali said, her voice sweet and pleasantly moaned. He didn’t argue and stepped out of his pants and descended to his rump before leaning backwards and flattening himself. He tried to lift his head and watched at the two milfs quickly undid all their goodies, tossing their unnecessary clothing to the side without care for where it landed.

Parc darted between them, relishing their naked forms. Kali was thinner, her breasts smaller, just a bit bigger than Blakes, and her hips wide and hourglass. All primmed up with pristine light olive skin and a dazedly mature expression. Her feline ears twitched, casting glints of light when the various accessories shimmered in the light.

Comparatively, Lady was thick. Not pudgy, and certainly no rolls, but she had hips which were more meat than flesh, and tits which seemed more like melons than cantaloupes. Her tail sashayed behind her, almost making her thighs seem wider and even more fuckable than they already were.

He focused on their crotches, their mounds puffy and captivating. Both stuck out like little upside-down mountains and had brown and black fur-trimmed neatly covering them. Just as well, their damp, lust stinking nectar drizzled and matted their fur. Leaving it glossy and staining their inner thighs. His cock twitched energetically, catching the milfs hungering gazes. Soon they descended, Kali drew around to his side and on her knees beside him, leaned down, her tits pendulous fell, her nipples pink and rigid almost teasing Parc to reach up and tug on them. He was sure she wouldn’t argue.

“What is it you young boys call us? Milfs? Was it?” She whispered, her breath warm against his lips and her golden eyes glossy with domineering lust. She had painted her lips, they were redder than earlier that day, he hadn’t noticed it at first, but she’d even gone out of her way to put on makeup to accentuate the sharpness of her eyes, even unashamedly darkened those small dimple wrinkles beneath them to make her seem more mature.

“It’s not wrong, is it?” Parc chuckled, for second pausing to grunt as he felt Lady’s weight descend upon his shaft. He glanced between himself and Kali’s leaned over form and saw that Lady had straddled his waist, her damp pussy pressing his cock against his belly.

Kali giggled and lifted herself away, letting him properly see Lady now. The fleshy horse girl pressed her hands against his chiselled stomach, exploring the various contours as he ate up her pendulous milk bags, drawn in by the darker nipples topping them. Lady begins to roll her hips, dragging her cunny along his manhood, slickening it with her juices. She did this for a minute, then two. Unable to just watch, Kali threw one leg over Parc’s head and settled her knee’s either side of him. He was taken aback for a second as her fat, womanly ass loomed above his head. The curves were perfect, the way her thighs plumped out at the middle, leaving divets at the top where a gap would normally be left had her pussy not been so puffy to refill the area.

He gulped lustily, his cock twitched, earning a laugh and “aren’t you excited?” from Lady who felt it against her nethers. Parc barely had the mind in himself to hear her, let alone respond as Kali was soon descending her hips down, bringing her damp honey pot to his face.

“Why don’t you give mommy some nice licking?” she cooed and sat comfortably down atop his face, burying him in her ample ass meat. Kali didn’t move at first, simply sat there, and let Parc get accustomed to being buried in the ass. But Parc was swift, his tongue snaked out and found her clit and teased it out of its hood. Kali shivered, electricity spiking through her body and chest heaving.

For an instant, Lady laughed at Kali’s sudden jolt. “My, Kali, are you more sensitive than usual?” she hadn’t ever seen that from Kali, not when they just started.

A flush stole Kali’s cheeks for a second as she got used to his tongue and is massaging roughness dancing across her clit and attempting to pry into her labia. Unable to just yet as she was unconsciously tightening her walls to prevent its intrusive assault.

“You try not being sensitive after an hour-long session with this boy.” She puffed out, her breath practically steaming.

“My, an hour you say? I do hope he can go for longer.” Lady lifted her hips, a hand dashed between her legs and gripped his shaft, lifting it high and pointing it towards her hungering slit which she settled it within and prepared her descent, “I’ve always been something of a greedy lover.”