The mont Kuro uttered that singular word she had tugged her skirt up, Aka once again just a mont behind her sister. And there, revealing what once was hidden beneath their skirts were their crotches clad in a wine red for Kuro and obsidian black pair of panties. Yet they were so much more than just a re pair of lingerie for they both lacked a single thing. The fabric that covered their crotches, leaving Parc to grin gleefully at the two slits on full display.
Kuro practically wagging her non-existent tail with a happy-to-be-exposed expression on her face. Aka on the other hand? Well, she went an unusual shade of scarlet, the hands holding her skirt up trembling while she too chewed on her lips. Unable to raise her gaze up to et Parc's lecherous gaze.
"Well," Parc clapped his hands together, "Isn't this a sight for sore eyes," he chuckled glancing between Kuro's and Aka's shaven crotches. Soon bringing them to fall onto Kuro, "Beautiful, as per usual Kuro."
"Thank you master," her illusory tail turned to a helicopter blade from how fast it was spinning.
"Aka," he turned to her, his stride bringing him to a stop before her, a hand raising to cup her cheek and raise her head to face him, "I never would have guessed you shave down there." He had always found that Aka was one of those girls who didn't care much for a bit of hair down there, but here she was, bald with impeccably smooth lips.
Dropping her skirt back down, Aka said, "Kuro forced to," she said doing her best not to pull away from Parc's hand, her heart beating unusually fast compared to even her more dangerous missions.
"Oh? And why's that?"
Aka faltered before answering, "she said you prefer our" she diverted her gaze to Kuro who just gave her a sparkly eyed smile and rapid head bob. Groaning, Aka relented and finished her sentence, "she said you prefer our pussies to be clean shaven." Parc grew a twitchy smile and released a rumbling chuckle from his throat.
"Perfect," he shook his head, pulling his hand away from Aka's cheek and turned his back on them, wandering over to his bed. "While I do indeed love my ladies clean shaven, I don't particularly care if they have a little bit of hair."
Kuro froze, eyes widening in horror like she'd just swallowed a live bee. Fearing she may have offended Parc by so much as suggesting to her sister the idea. "Calm down Kuro," Parc chuckled to the girl as he dropped onto the edge of his bed, crossing a leg over the other, leaning back with his hands propping him up. "I said I don't care, not that I'm disappointed. It's actually quite cute how you sisters listen to each other so well."
Kuro released a breath she didn't know she was holding in. Relief filling her.
"So, how do you two want to do this?" He questioned, leg bouncing, watching the two. The one of his left glimring excitedly and bounced behind her sister, pushing her forwards with enough force that it sent Aka stumbling ahead.
"Kuro, I have legs, I can walk," Aka sighed.
"Don't care. Master's waiting for us." A huff puffed out from Kurom, continuing to shove her sister until they were stood before Parc. Kuro skirting around Aka's side, to seat herself next to Parc. "We will begin master," Kuro said, body leaned over his lower section, hands poking around at his pants. Swiftly undoing his belt and buttons. Letting his fly open and allowing Kuro access to his drawers which she pulled down enough for her to dig her hand in an pull his flaccid mber out.
Head already coming down to part her lips and stroke her tongue along the under side of the mber. Slowly bringing his penis to erection. Rubbing the engorged rod against her cheek with a soft, happy whine when it was at full sail.
While she continued to lap at the underside and tip of his rod, Parc had laid a hand over her back, gently stroking along her spine, enjoying the gentle feelings of Kuro's velvety tongue running along his sensitive region.
His eyes lifting from the back of Kuro's head, onto Aka who's own gaze was locked firmly on her sisters actions. Her skirt wrinkling around where her hands were clenching the fabric tight. Her throat undulating like she was swallowing a thick globule of saliva.
Noting Parc's gaze, Aka t his eyes, but quickly turned her head away when a sharp red rose across her cheeks.
'She's cute for a rciless assassin,' Parc chuckled, 'then again, all of the girls I have are rciless assassins.' Parc suddenly flinched as Kuro locked her lips around his glans and pulled a loud, slurping vacuum, forcing a powerful twitch of pleasure to surge through his loins. 'She's getting better,' compared to her past, devoted self, Kuro was showing so much more talent in pleasuring him. More so than any of the other girls. Challenging even Leone and her special 'massage.'
If she kept getting better he had no doubt she'd be able to bring him to climax just monts after she begins her fellatio. But right now, that wasn't the case. She was talented, undoubtedly. But no professional
Running his eyes along Kuro's back. Parc soon ca to fall on her waggling bottom. Skirt hiked up letting him see the scarlet crotchless panties dug into the crack of her ass with a thin string, noticing that one of Kuro's handsthe one not locked around the base of his shaftwas burrowed between her legs. Soft wet noises barely audible over her lascivious slurping telling him exactly what it was she was doing down there.
'Can't be the only one on the receiving end,' his lips tilted up, his right-hand stroking along her back, crossing over her bunched up skirt to finally co into contact with her warm skin, right above the elastic of her panties. An anticipatory shiver running through Kuro's lower half as he continued walking his fingers over her bottom. Middle and index coming to press into her crack, stroking along the velveteen string of her panties until he could feel a dampness of her lust rub against the tips of his fingers.
Kuro's trembling grew more pronounced as Parc began to push his fingers through thee bottom of her vagina and into her fleshy tunnels, often feeling the stroke of Kuro's fingers against hers as she rubbed her clit in circular motion with her palm.
Slowly, Parc began to push and pull his fingers from within her, drawing out gurgles of delight from Kuro while she bobbed her head along his shaft.
"Hooo" Parc let out a moan, head falling back with an excited shiver in his lower half, a sign of his soon impending orgasm.
Kuro's tongue worked like magic, dancing along his glans while her hand gently stroked along the entirety of his shaft. Feeling the slight bulge coming to run along his urethra. With her mouth full, Kuro smiled. Providing Parc with one last powerful suction to bring him to the very cusp of climax, yet she didn't finish him.
Instead, Kuro parted her lips from his shaft. Head turning to Aka who was clenching her skirt even tighter than before, bow legged, grinding them together while unconsciously finding on arm pressing between her bust, the other pushing between her legs.
"Aka, it's your turn," she said.
Parc wasn't one to find many things, frustrating, but having his pleasure cut off right at the end certainly found itself on that list of annoyances. Yet he didn't utter a word in complaint, instead letting Kuro slide onto her knee's, holding out a hand for Aka to help the girl onto her own right between Parc's opened legs and towering mber lathered in spit giving it a shiny gloss.
Aka herself knew there was no turning back from here, truly it felt that there was little turning back long ago. Only now she was becoming fully aware of it. Glancing to her sister, Aka got a small nod, a sign that she should but her hesitation away and simply do the thing she knew to do.
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