The Conquerors bloodline

Leone dragged Parc through the near labyrinthine headquarters. Running up a set of stairs onto the third floor down a leftmost hallway. Stopping right by an unassuming wooden door right at the end of the very hall.

Her only free hand grasping the handle, twisting it open and pulling Parc inside. Releasing him once inside so that she could shut the door and lock it to ensure no interruptions found their way here.

Her room was relatively plainer than he had first expected. A single large bed against the far wall, directly below a window. A leather couch to the side with surprisingly enough, books in it. On the lower shelf of course. The ones above were stacked with a few bottles of alcohol, most still filled and unopened.

On the floor, a lion type danger beast hide carpet. 'Ironic,' he smirked. Leone hopping infront of him with her.

"Welcome~" she sung while licking her lips. Pressing her soft tits against him. Arms wrapping around his neck so she could push them even further against him. "this is where the fun happens~" she stood on her tiptoes, buying her face in his neck, taking large, but subtle breaths through her nose while latching her lips onto the base of his neck. Peppering with a kiss and leaving a mark when she pulled away. Already gaining a heated expression when she looked up at his amused face.

His hands rose to her hips. Squeezing into them, both moving down to her ass. Clenching the two firm pillows in his hands.

"Mnaa~" she mewled as he lifted her up. Her legs hooking around his back to keep her from falling off. Her hands on his shoulder, leaning back to look him in the eyes. A light flush on her cheeks, "being quite assertive this time, ain't ya?" she licked her lips.

"I wouldn't be a man if I let you control the flow a second time." He chuckled, locking his lips onto hers without another word. Leone's eyes shutting as his tongue pried her mouth open, forcing its way into her mouth. Intertwining with her own.

Though she liked to be on top, she could let him have his way with her this once. Or well, until she felt like taking control again.

His hands constantly teasing and squishing her supple ass, soon finding his way beneath the black bikini panties to get a feel of the real, delicate flesh within. A moist feeling already appearing on his stomach, leaking through his shirt where Leone's crotch was practically connected to him were there not multiple layers between their skin.

Which wouldn't be there for much longer if he had anything to say about it.

"Faahhh~" Leone huffed as he broke their lips from each other. A trail of saliva still connecting them. "Really know how to kiss a girl~" she laughed, gulping the mixture of saliva in her mouth, "mmm~ delicious~"

Seeing her erotic actions, Parc felt a blaze rising inside him. Having made his way to her bed, his hands travelled down from her ass cheeks, pressing into her thighs with a gentle pressure until just below her knees.

One of his own finding itself atop the frame of the bed. Leading him onto it far enough while falling forward, "Ahhh!" Leone let out a surprised noise as the world raced past her for a moment. Soon landing with her back on the soft cushioning. Her legs unlocking from Parc coming to rest in a M shape with Parc still atop her. A single leg extended back with the other nearly rubbing against her rapidly dampening crotch.

His hands holding himself up either side her head. Lowing himself onto her. Giving her a quick kiss on her lips, separating, moving to her neck, her shoulder, her collar bone. Leaving marks in his wake.

Grasping the top of her crop top, her swiftly pulled it down. Coming to rest beneath her bust. Her nipples erect. Pinching one between his index and thumb while bring the other into his mouth, roughly suckling it while twirling his tongue around the areolae. Sending small shivers of pleasure through Leone. "Nnhaa~" her arms stil held tight behind his head, pulling him in closer.

His free right hand tracing down her lightly muscled belly, the muscles of which were supple and pleasant to the touch.

Digging his hands under belt and panties, entering the humid, warm confines it hid. His index and middle quickly finding themselves tracing her sopping slit. Separating her labia as more nectar leaked from within.

Leone's mind was growing numb from his fierce assault. Every twist of her nipple, every bite of his teeth on her other. The way his fingers stroked her sensitive snatch, assailing her at once.

She wanted more.

And Parc could sense this. Curling his fingers at the bottom of her pussy, he forced them in deep, "AHHH!" she gasped for breath, hips raising slightly from the sudden penetration. The feeling only growing stronger as he pumped his fingers in and out. Giving her no respite, skillfully turning her body into nothing more then a horny mess of woman.

Biting into her nipple, Parc pulled his head back, her bust following with him until her released it. The feeling hidden behind Leone's reverie of pleasure.

Pulling both hands from Leone's body, she felt an emptiness. Her glassy golden eyes watching him as he lifted his body up. A wide grin on his face, pleased with the sight of his handywork of Leone's limp, near twitchy body. The trail of hickeys along her neck and shoulder. How one of her nipples had turned a shad darker from his suckling.

His smile turned to that of desire, what tiredness had been there now replaced by lust. Wiping his right hand down on his shirt first. He looked to her belt, the form her teigu had taken. Uncaring for it as he unbuckled it, pulling the leather strap from behind her and throwing it to the nightstand. The only article of clothing on her he was going to show such kindness.c

Free of her belt, Leone smiled, a constant purr coming from her, watching Parc undo her boots throwing them to the side before moving to finally hooking his fingers around her panites. Stretching the elastic and pulling it down over her thighs, down her knees and finally freeing her of their stickiness.

Her puffy, lust filled pussy now open to the air, her own musk raising from her and into Parc's nose. Only furthering the erection in his pants.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, Parc extracted himself from his own wear. Leaving only a black crystalline pillar necklace on his persons. His mouth opened about to ask if she were ready. But the look she gave him, the pure desire, the ravenous hunger of a wild beast stopped him.

'Stupid question,' he chuckled to himself. Grasping the base of his cock. Leading the tip to her waiting snatch. Her arms once again finding themselves around his head. Sucking in a breath of Parc's attracting scent as he began to part her lower lips.

A growl made its way from her throat. He was going to slow. She wanted him bad. "don't… tease… me…" she seethed. A moment of clarity in her eyes.

Parc smirked as if he had gotten exactly the reaction he was looking for. "Don't worry, I wont-" He thrust his hips, pushing through every tight barrier inside her. Surrounding his rod with Leone's slick, warm walls that were rapidly pulsating from the sudden bout of pleasure coursing through her.

"HAAA!?" she squealed in surprise from the near climactic shock racing up her spine and assaulting what little parts of her non lust filled mind remained. The walls of which were quickly degrading and crumbling as her convulsions continued.

Parc hadn't started moving yet. Letting her revel in the mind-boggling pleasure. Waiting for her to calm down. Which didn't take too long as not a minute of still undulations, Leone's eyes cleared up. "Fuck me," she said through panted breaths.

Parc obliged. Pulling his hips back until only the tip remained inside her crevice. Drilling into her a moments later earning him high pitched cries every time he did so. Leone unabashedly letting her cries out for all too hear.

The pleasure picked up as she unconsciously began to follow him when he pulled back, not wanting to let him leave her in the slightest. His pounding picking up in speed and roughness. Forcing himself deeper, knocking against her cervix. His balls slapping against her ass with every thrust in a cacophony of lewd squelches and moans.

'H-hooooly-sh-hhiiittt!' Leone's mind screamed out as her first climax made itself known to her, a tide of her nectar escaping around Parc's penis. Further lubricating her already swampy pussy, making his slidings easier and faster.

"fuckfuckfuckfuck-!?" her body, seemingly discontent with only one orgasm, was swiftly brought to a second, more powerful one that forced her arms and legs into contractions. Locking behind Parc's back, shoving him deep as he continued his assault.

Himself also nearing the point of releasing his pent up lust into the waiting maw that was Leone's womb. His rod buldged, pressure building in his balls as a stream of cum sprayed into Leone's body. Satisfying its hunger as it was filled to the brim.

"NYHAAAAA!?" she cried one last time, her entire body convulsing powerfully. Her pussy inner walls loosening for a moment as she blacked out for a second, letting a mixture of semen and her own juices flow from the gaps. Only to clamp down as consciousness retook her.

Her vagina undulating as if it wished to milk him dry. Which it may very well have had he not pulled out. Once again leaving his tip just barely inside to block the flow of spunk wishing to escape her.

Rolling onto his side besides her, he was finally free from Leone's satisfied body. Leone more than willing to release. Unable to keep any power in her limbs as she continued twitching, drool leaving her mouth and eyes nearly rolled into the back of her skull.

"Hooo…" Parc sighed in satisfaction. The near two full days of sleeplessness taking hold of his mind. His eyelids shutting, finding himself in the lands of dreams not moments later. Ignoring a pale shine in the corner of his vision.

But as he fell into sleep. Something was occurring with Leone. In the haze of her mind a crimson strand appeared, barely a few centimetres in length barely a hairs in width. Her conscious mind reached out for it. Her arm stretching out, struggling to reach the strand that waved in the winds of consciousness.

It attracted her; she could feel it calling to her. And it her.

The strand curled on itself, flowing to the tip of her fingers. The moment she touched it it shifted from a wave into a snake, wrapping around her arm. Climbing her mentality circling around her neck repeatedly. Until it shot down beneath the gap between her breast to her belly.

Rearing its thin serpentine up, before shooting down. Its tip piercing into her body beneath her belly button, but above her vagina. Leone's astral body collapsed to its knees, clutching at her stomach, feeling the snake within her.

Not in pain, nor pleasure. It was a strange feeling of euphoria, of finally being full. Soon, the writhing snake slowed, coming to a stop. But by then the euphoria had already taken hold and even her mental self in its partial lucidity could take no more. Falling into the realms of true, dreamless sleep.

But outside her mind, in the world of the wakening, a change had formed on her body. There, just below her belly button, two crimson-black wings were forming, rising from the depths of her body.

The feathers curling up, cupping her very belly button within them. Releasing a warm red glow into the surroundings. The light shifting hue along with the tattoo, turning a bright gold before fading away nearly five minutes later. As the light faded, so too did the mark twist in on itself, spiralling and crushing in on itself. Coming to a stop with a golden crystal just barely peaking through her skin. Seemingly merged perfectly with her skin as if it had belonged there her entire life.

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Mine had found herself tripping over herself in the halls in her state tiredness. The sudden fall having awoken her from her tiredness, leaving her confused and in pain from where she'd landed on her knees and hands.

After the pain had subsided, she had gone into a panicked state, realizing she had likely left Parc on his own. Last she remembered was them working on his plan even long after she'd sent Sheele away to prevent any unfortunate accidents.

She had run back to where they were working. Finding only a table covered in paper, lacking a Parc sitting there going through them. But there was another person there. Sitting besides one of the windows, looking forlornly into the distance was the green haired Lubbock. Slumped into a chair with his arms limply hanging by his sides.

He had turned to her, hearing her approach him in a huff. His eyes blank and sagely, "ah… Mine… I see you have come to me," he said. His tone unnerving Mine, aking her take one large step back. "Do you seek the man of Parc?" he asked with the strangest, un-Lubbock like smile on his face.

Mine shivered, not once did Lubbock ever look like this. Exactly what happened in the few minutes she hadn't been here for him to hit his head and turn into… this."

"Lubbock, are you okay?" she asked.

He smilled widely, "I am perfect, my child," Mine shivered, "I have merely been enlightened to the world around me." He lifted a toothbrush from the window sill, holding it in both hands, pressing it against his forehead, leaving a mark of mint foam on it.

'Okay, this is just creepy. Creepier than normal.' She thought, "oookay. Just, uh, do you know where Parc has gone?" she got right to the chase, wanting to leave this… 'Lubbock?' as quickly as possible.

"Ah yes… the man of Parc," Lubbock turned, looking out over the forest outside the mountainside hideout of Night Raid, "the woman of Lions has him. Trailing through the confines of these hallowed halls. She has captured the man of Parc for her own…" Lubbock continued talking, even after Mine had bolted away the moment she heard that Leone had him for something.

"What the actual hell was that," Mine muttered, as she rose to the floor of Leone's room. Turning to follow down the hallway. Her head raising when she smelt a faint mint and orange parfume in the air.

The parfume getting stronger the closer she got to Leone's room until it became nearly visible, leaking from the gaps of the door. "Leon-" Mine rose her fist, ready to knock on the door but froze when she heard a muffled noise from beyond the wood.

"Ah-ah-ahhhh!" the sound immediately recognizable to her as moans. Something her mind didn't want to acknowledge as it took nearly a full ten minutes of stock still standing in place, arm frozen midair listening to panting and loud cries for her face to turn crimson. The flush running down neck and covering her body, even turning the back of her pale hands a faint rosy hue.

"NYHAAAAA!" A guttural cry loud enough to sound like it came from right besides her ear, caused Mine to jump and sprint away. Making enough distance from the room where the deed was being done.

She descended the stairs to the second floor, running down the hall to her own room. Yet fate had something else in store for her as in her haste her foot collided with her other, sending her sprawling to the ground. The adrenaline lacing her very being hindering any pain she may have felt from surfacing.

Pushing herself she sat with her legs in a W position, hands clutched over her chest, trying desperately to calm her pounding heart. "It's just sex Mine, no need to be embarrassed," she said to herself, her own voice of reason sounding unreasonable in and of itself.

Yet somehow her mind wandered, bringing unholy images of Parc pushing her down, gently stripping her- 'NO! SHUT UP!' Mine grabbed the sides of her head, furiously shaking the demonic image from her.

Sucking in a deep breath, Mine let it out with a slight tremble, "just-just go to sleep. You're tired, yes, that's what this is." Her eyes blank as she pushed herself up to her feet. Patting down her dress of wrinkles.

Freezing once again when she felt something. Something that shouldn't be there. Lifting her hand to her face, Mine's cheek began to rapidly twitch when she caught sight of the wet glaze on her hand. Her head dropping slowly and mechanically to look at her dress.

There, right at crotch level was a dark, damp spot of pinkness. Evidence that her body was more in tune with her unconscious mind than her conscious one.

"Nononono," she burst to her door, kicking it open and slaming it behind her. Separating herself from the rest of Night Raid. Stripping off and swapping for clean clothing, diving onto her bed, burying her face into her pillow. Forcing her eyes shut with a scream of rage and embarrassment.

'At least no one saw that…'

Except, someone was. There standing outside the shared bathroom of that floor was Akame. In her hands a pack of meat snacks. Her head tilted curiously to the side when she saw Mine dash into her room for some reason or another. Shrugging as she turned away, forgetting about Mine's antics as she walked away.

*

[Conquest Accomplished]

Were the first things Parc saw when his eyes flickered open. He wasn't surprised, he recalled seeing the tell-tale glow of the systems messages before he fell to slumber.

Blinking a few times, Parc attempted to lift his body up. Only to find his right arm stuck beneath something warm. Turning his head to the side-system message following his vision- he saw Leone, a content smile on her face. Her hands held infront of herself with her eyes shut. Using his arm as a makeshift pillow. Thoroughly enjoying the warmth and smell he exuded.

"Right… I did that…" he muttered softly in remembrance. A hint of accomplishment leaking its way onto his face as he let his head continue to rest on the pillow. Not wanting to wake Leone if he could help it.

"Well, lets see what you have to say…" he whispered, reading through the few screens that had appeared before him.

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[Conquest Accomplished]

[The Lioness of Night Raid: Leone]

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Parc rose a brow at that, apparently, he had inadvertently 'conquered' her as the system put it. A part of him displeased with the phrasing as to him it sounded like he had forced her under him. The other intrigued as to how it had happened without his permission.

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[Congratulations on your first Conquest!]

[Chosen Conquest Typing: Pleasure]

[Due to your first Conquest being that of seeking the flesh.]

[You have been granted the title of: Pleasure-Seeking Initiate.]

[No other Conquest types may be taken.]

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'Well, uh. Huh?' He exclaimed in silence. Since he had first been turned into a host for the Conquerors system, he hadn't seen anything like this. Excluding the quest screen about Conquering/killing Esdeath, Honest and the Emperor, he hadn't seen any others till now.

He had been thrown into the deep end, without having been informed by anyone else how to activate the system functions. Turns out he just needed to conquer something. In his case, Leone. 'Does that mean others have different ones? And how does this change what I'm supposed to be doing now?'

He turned to the third and last screen.

===contemporary romance

[Due to successful first Conquest the system has been moulded to fit your future conquesting needs.]

--[Status page: Unlocked]

--[Services : Unlocked]

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[Quest: Kill the King. Has been altered to fit your Conquest typing.]

[Main objective]

--[Conquer: Esdeath] [Conquer: Najenda]

[Secondary Objectives]

--[Non-Main Quest Concubines: 1/10] [Kill: Honest] [Kill: The Emperor]

[Main Rewards]

--[Blood of the Conqueror] [Pleasure Hub Access: Initiate]

[Secondary Rewards]

--[1000 CT]

[Failure]

--[Excommunication]

Parc whistled as he read, 'quite a bit has been changed. So I don't have the option of killing Esdeath anymore or face whatever excommunication entails? Great. So much for not sticking it in crazy… fuck me…' he hissed.

"What's got you bothered?" Leone muttered from besides him. Her eyes open and looking into his own with a soft smile on her face.

"Hmm, just concerned for Sayo and Ieyasu. I want to get back to work," he tilted his head back, looking through the window overlooking Leone's bed, seeing the sun on what looked to be a downwards path, having passed midday it seemed.

He attempted to sit up now that Leone was awake. But she refused to let him do that, as in a matter of moments she had straddled his waist, pushing down on his chest to keep him laying. 'She couldn't be…?' he wondered, feeling a sweat drop forming on his cheek.

"Nuh-uh," she shook her head. Her hands roaming his chest. "I'm still hungry," she leaned down, coming face to face with him and said. Her hips lifting her butt into the hair while a hand travelled beneath her legs, gripping around Parc's shaft once again.

'Oh god, she is.' Was he fearful or excited? He was leaning more to the excited type of fear.

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Name: [Parc Evans]

Title: [Pleasure-Seeker: Initiate]

Age: [19]

Conquest Typing: [Pleasure]

Heritage: [Nephilim]

Str: [3]

Agi: [6]

Vit: [6]

Chm: [4]

Luk: [5]

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Abilities:

[Scent of attraction]

An ability inherent to those descended of the ancient Demons of Lust. The body naturally releases a scent that shifts depending on who it is affecting to attract them to the user. Does not affect those of the opposite sex. Due to the mixture of Angelic energies, the effects have weakened greatly

[Rush of the Nephilim]

An ability originating from the [Rush of the Valkyries] inherent to the ancient guards of Valhalla, the Valkyries. Corruption by demonic energies have weakened the affects greatly.

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