The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 139: Wake me up before you go go

Straightening out his shirt, Parc checked his appearance in the mirror. His dark hair now hung to the middle of his neck, drenched in the fine gloss of the morning shower he had taken to clean himself of Carmine's nectar. He was glad he had not sustained any severe injuries to his face, he wasn't sure what he would do if he turned into some disfigured man. It would definitely make his conquests somewhat harder.

Nodding to himself when he was happy, he began to trek to the door, casting a look to the bed where a nude, untied Carmine was laid face first on the bed. Her dark hued skin glazed in a thin gloss of sweat which kept the cloud aftermath crossing her plump ass and back hydrated enough that even now it hadn't turned crusty.

She was so out of it in her unconscious state that Parc was sure even an explosion right next to her ear wouldn't wake her but still he spoke to her. "Remember what I've told you Carmine. I expect you to be a good girl and to follow my orders to a T," as illogical and idiotic as it may sound, Parc was letting Carmine go free, he knew the risks doing so posed him. There were plenty. If she wasn't now 'addicted' to him, she could very well hunt him down to kill him, or even inform the Crown of Parc's existence.

Still, he had decided to leave that possibility to fate. As much as he would love to keep her with him, he had other things he had to deal with, namely the three girls of Summer, Lili and Ferry. Not to mention his coming issues of Ozpin and Salem's plan.

And yes, while it may have seemed contrarious to his goals of uniting Remnant, it was still something he saw fit to allow. Having not one but two agents on the inside of this Vacuan criminal organization on his payroll was sure to be of some use in the future. Especially if it helped him get a grip onto the very foundations of the organization and turn them to his whims.

Shoving open his door, Parc let it creek to a soft, clicking shut behind him and began walking to the door opposite his where Summer and Ferry were set to be sleeping and rapped lightly against the wood with his knuckles. Hearing a frantic crash and crumble from within that was followed by a hastened click as the door flew open and slammed shut right away. A flurry of red and white petals dying his vision. Though he was sure in the split second the door had been open he had seen Ferry laid chest up, completely nude with bright red skin and wetted inner thighs and fingers. Unconscious and sleeping.

Panting, Summer glared at Parc, her own cheeks dyed a shade redder while her own dress was frantically pulled on. She did look to be more well rested and healthier than yesterday, and the day before that more than likely. A grin overtook Parc's expression as he spoke in a soft, teasing tone, "Ferry looks like she had a fun night again," his teeth glistening in the faint rays beaming in from the window down the way.

Summer began to steam, her expression locking to surprise as she felt embarrassment by association and from the fact Ferry had done that with her in the same room again. Not that she was awake to notice or be embarrassed at the time. Then her eyes sharpened, digging into Parc's very soul as she lightly growled, "don't you ever speak about what you saw to anyone, am I clear?"

"You won't have any problem's from me Summer, not one bit."

Glancing over Summer's hastily dressed wear, his eyes came to linger over her bust, though they hadn't quite gotten to the plumpness of a woman with some meat to her bones. They were looking better than they were before. More bouncy and fluffier. The meals he had been giving her and Ferry clearly having gone straight to her chest.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" he asked roaming down from the crevice of her bosom peaking from between the window of her ragged dress and down, following along her skinny body before landing on her thighs which also looked just marginally thicker than yesterday. 'It also went to her ass,' he smirked, at this rate it would be just a few weeks before Summer's was back to her damsel like appearance. Oh, how he couldn't wait, especially if he could somehow get her off of her love of Tai. Though he had little hope of doing that anytime soon as it wasn't just Tai keeping her stuck to Tai. It was also her daughter, Ruby and future, or possibly current leader of team RWBY.

Summer had made it abundantly clear how she wished to get back to Ruby and Yang, even to the point she was willing to abandon all those slaves in the mines if Parc hadn't gone on a murder binger. A mother like that would never leave the father of her daughter, she would want them to stay together for Ruby and Yang's wellbeing.

It honestly didn't surprise Parc that much, from his time watching the series he had also gotten such an impression from Ruby herself. Too kind to ever abandon anyone unless she was forced to by an outside force.

"What? Oh, no," Summer replied, her voice trailing to loud grumbles as her stomach made its desires to be fed abundantly clear to the two.

"Great," Parc stepped back and to the left, clearing the way for Summer with a slight bow and hand outheld in the direction of the staircase leading downstairs to the tavern portion of the inn where they could get a simple meal. Though judging by the loud guffaws and drunken noises, people were already out on an alcoholic binge at ten in the morning. Perhaps that was just a Vacuan thing, "then shall we?"

Summer's expression quickly softened, giving Parc a quick curtsy responding with, "we shall," and took the lead to wander her way towards the staircase. Parc lingering a step behind for a moment to roam her back clad in her ragged grey cloak. 'I really need to fix that,' he thought, 'also have to get her and Ferry some new clothes.'

The scent of beer filled Parc's nostrils with every step down he took, eventually leading to a unholy, horrible stinging stench that lingered upon every fiber of the large tavern dining room. Summer halted for just a second as she looked around, taking in the vibrant life in the room, her eyes sparkling with every person she saw, memorizing each and every face she could of the first crowd of people she had seen outside of that damnable island.

Until one man barreled past her, a gruff, thin man in a ragged red shoulder cloak and gray top. His appearance dishevelled with a scruffy stubble and various bags under his eyes. "Qrow?" she muttered with a trembling gulp, her eyes beginning to water until the man turned his head just enough to see several dozens of wrinkles and beauty marks. A face that was certainly not that of her old team mate from her Beacon days. Just another bystander who happened to look similar from the side.

Wiping at her eyes she felt a hand come to lightly grasp her shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. "You'll see them soon enough Summer. We just need to get to Vale first."

Summer's hand hesitated but it soon came to rest atop Parc's returning with a thankful squeeze, "I know, it's just it's been so long since I've seen them. I wonder if I'd even realize its them if they stood right in front of me."

"You will, trust me," they hadn't changed much of their appearance from their Beacon days. Whether or not that was just the designers of the series being lazy or that Tai, Qrow and Raven just didn't know how to collate multiple sets of different clothes.

Parc leaned more to the lazy designer's point of view. But hey, he was actually in the RWBY world, chances were they now knew how to wear different colours.

Scanning the room Parc soon came to fall upon a clear table not too far away from them, one with only a few empty pint glasses being taken away by one of the waitresses to behind the counter to be cleaned.

"Let's get something to eat and chat for a bit while we wait for the others." He said nudging her in the direction of the table.

Summer nodded, wiping away the last remnants of sleep and tears from her eyes and began the short trek to the table.

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