Chapter 269: Post Coital Contemplations

Sweat coated Parc's skin like a fine varnish atop a chiselled wooden statue. His cock blared hard, his hand latched to the back of Blake's head as she bobbed and slurped at his meat stick. Cum drizzled from her pussy with every contraction of her quivering body. Her hips ached, and her pussy struggled for moments to regain its tightness, unable to halt the flow of jism pouring out of her body.

Not that she cared at the moment. The girl was much too focused on tending to Parc's shaft. Sucking and slurping its delicate girth. Her throat was tight, and her bobbing far from professional, but Parc wasn't someone to complain. Still, the girl was skilful enough to use her tongue to lap and massage his glans, the roughness of her cat-like tongue adding a new form of pleasure to the motions.

Parc groaned as he pushed his cock deeper into Blake's hungering throat pussy, his balls tensing and trembles rising across his body as he began to rapidly slam his hips against her face. Squelches and gags echoed from his new kitty cock sleeve, her eyes shot open in surprise and her hands twisted to claws from the harsh, pleasurable feeling of being utterly dominated.

No more than a few seconds later, was Parc's head tilting back, cum jetting from his tip and down Blake's throat. Halfway through the orgasms, he pulled Blake's head off though the girl sucked harder, her lips clamped around his tip, swallowing more of his expulsions until he was finally able to pry her off. Parc moved to grab his shaft and began to rapidly stroke it, sending more of his seed across his pussy cat's sweaty white skin and her wide open mouth waiting for more of his delicacy to land inside.

Blake was stained, both physically and mentally. The last three days had proven so much to her. There hadn't been a night gone by when she wasn't left gasping for breath, her hips aching and pussy well pounded. As the last spurt painted her cheek, Blake stared down at his shaft, swirling what had been caught in her mouth before looking up into his eyes and opened her mouth, presenting his seed to him and letting him smirk excitedly at the foamy cream before swallowing it all in once.

"Good girl." Parc scratched her ear and Blake leaned into his hand, mewling and purring happily at his warm touch. Both were thoroughly tired. Outside the sun had already long since set, the ocean of empty skies beneath their aeronautical shelter extended far into the distance and what clouds there were, were scarce and mountainous. Odd dark shadows would swim and flap within them but never passed further than halfway up. Unable to or unwilling to move so far into the atmosphere for reasons unknown.

Pulling his kitten up, the girl flipped onto her back and began to clean herself off. Collecting his seed with her hands only to lick it off with small, tasting dashes of her tongue. Not wanting to down it all in fear of it disappearing at once. Hooking an arm behind her head, Parc watched amusedly as the girl polished her fingers to a glisten. "You've really become quite the pervert." He chuckled.

Blakes motions halted, her gaze dashed to him then back to her hands as if realizing for the first time exactly what it was she was doing. "I'm… this is your fault." She continued staring at the remnants of Parc's excretions in her hand, a gulp brought back that powerful taste of catnip and what not and she tossed that thought to wipe herself clean with a cloth away and continued to groom herself shiny.

Laughing, Parc didn't argue that fact. His hand coiled around Blake's shoulder, skirting beneath her arm to tickle her side and trail to her pert tit. Taking it hand, he squeezed and massaged the supple, sweaty mammary bringing out dulcet low whimpers from his pet that turned to soft cries as he pinched her nipple, twisting and rolling around the cherry between his index and middle. His other arm rested beneath his head, cushioning him from the pillow and let him stare up at the delicate white ceiling of his rented suite.

"I'm going to tell you this now Blake," he softly spoke, "I intend on claiming the others as well." She didn't respond, only preened herself some more though did pause for a breath. "I'm also plenty aware that the type of relationships I tend to have are little more than flag-planting jaunts. So just be aware that I may very well not be able to tend to you whenever you want. Sexually that is."

Swallowing the final vestiges of ejaculate, Blake let out a silvery, panted breath and finally turned on her side to face him. Fingers of her right hand trailing over his chest and scars. "I expected as much." She said. "You have too many women to stop with me." He snorted at that.

"Just a multiversal Ghengis Khan…" muttering under his breath, Blake rose a curious and confused brow.

"Ghenghis Khan?"

"Old guy," he explained, "really old, few hundred, nearly thousand years old if I remember right. Had hundreds of concubines and plenty of wives. Basically the god-king of polygamists. Behind Solomon, I think he had more. Never been much for history and all that." His massaging of Blake's tit halted and he released her boob, moving it down to her belly trailing over her ribs and circling parts of her belly where he could reach.

They weren't familiar names to Blake, and she was sure to have heard about someone who had had hundreds of lovers. There were a few in Mistralian and Vacuan history of men having a few dozen lovers and one woman who had twenty husbands. But otherwise hundreds… none came to mind. Her gaze pulled from the side of Parc's handsome cheek and she rolled onto her back and glanced down between her breasts towards his dancing hand only to be taken by that protruding black gemstone that had grown from her groin. It reminded her of a womb tattoo, one of those corruptive marks made famous by Mistralian pornographic comments, though in place of a tattoo, it had become an embedded gemstone. A sign of her corruption, her fall to Parc's hold. Just looking at it for that short of a time, it tightened her nethers, aroused her and excited her from the notions her racing mind produced.

"I've never heard of them." Snaking her fingers to her crotch, she stroked across the smooth black gem and trembled at the almost clit like sensitivity of the bump. Farther down she slid to her slit and felt his cum leaking out of her. Pity, she would have loved to keep it inside her… maybe let it take root… but something told her it just wouldn't happen. Not today. But that was even more exciting, like a game of chance to whether her body would fall completely or if she'd continue risking her impregnation and enslavement to this man.

"You wouldn't have," he didn't continue.

Shutting his eyes, Parc puffed slow, regular breaths, feeling as the winds blew in from the opened door connecting the suite to the balcony. There wasn't much of a smell to be found, the air was clean and fresh and filled with a coolness that quelled the senses. In the mornings it would warm up but not scald or lose humidity. The panelling blocking out the thin air atmosphere, whatever it was, kept them locked inside this airtight bubble and the machinations of the ship kept everything prim and perfect.

In that encompassing silence, Blake's mind raced and thoughts grew in her mind. Their trip… this trip, they were heading to Menagerie… why would he want to go there? What was there for him there? That's when a thought came to her, his smell. Colour drained from her skin and she inclined her vision up to his face, soft and halfway to sleep, that or simply enjoying the breeze… was he planning on becoming the king of the Faunus? Considering what he smelt like and how it affects the other Faunus girls, she could very well see that happening. Maybe he wouldn't, but that… it didn't make sense to her. How could a man with a scent so toxic and a penis so prolific not want to claim an entire island for himself?

There wouldn't be many challenges either. From the men, perhaps. But with him… he could easily conquer all the women. Married, single didn't matter, they'd all fall to his guiles eventually and swiftly. Deep in her stomach, Blake felt a churning sensation that wasn't his cum…

Her mother was a part of that list.

She didn't know how to feel about that.