The Cimmerian And Two She-Devils update (Patreon)
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He fucked her slowly at first, deeply and voluptuously, as befitted her curvaceous, almost excessive femininity. Katurah whimpered with enjoyment while she rode up and down on his thick, hard manhood like a ship cresting tall waves. She told herself that she would never go without the pleasure this man could give her again. Why deprive herself when he had so much fucking to give her?
“Conan, you have a magnificent cock! Such power! So much that you make me feel!” she breathed.
Clenching her buttocks, she squeezed Conan with her inner muscles, milking his prick. As much as she was enjoying him fucking her, she wanted to delight in the feel of his seed inside her before she passed out—she didn’t know if she could take his passion for much longer.
“I’ll ride you until you’re worn down to a nub,” Katurah threatened with false bravado.
Suiting action to words, she lifted herself up slowly on her thick thigh muscles, then let herself back down, her wetly lubricated pussy sloshing around his manhood when it filled her once more, taking up all of her snug passage.
“OHH, that’s so good, it’s so goooood!” she mewled, squeezing her own luscious breasts, but with nowhere near the force with which Conan would grope her. Much as she enjoyed his big hands controlling her body, holding her hips as he brought her womanhood down to cradle his member, she wished too that he would turn some of his attention to her ample chest.
Sonja was still at Conan’s side, exhausted from the fucking he’d just given her, her cunt still warm with his cum, but the pleasure had been too intense—burning itself into her memory—for her to be free of desire now. Despite her fatigue, she wanted more. She threw her leg over Conan’s waist, narrowly missing the straddling Katurah, and fastened herself to Conan’s side. As he bucked his hips, driving himself up into Katurah, his chiseled muscles also rode against Sonja’s core. She smeared his own seed against his body, but Conan was too uncaring, already glazed over with sweat and the juices that both women had brought to the table. He took his left hand off Katurah, only needing one to control even her plump body, and wrapped it around Sonja, bringing it down to fondle her luscious ass. Sonja bloomed into pleasure even as Katurah was fucked by him.
“She’s a dirty whore, but she can’t take being fucked by you,” Sonja trilled in Conan’s ear. “She’s not worthy of sheathing your cock.”
“She feels worthy to me,” Conan grunted back. “Let me still your tongue until we can find you something useful to do with it…”
He kissed her, squeezing her ass hard, her hands roaming over his muscular chest and through his shaggy hair, delighting in the heat coming off his rutting body even when she wasn’t getting the full brunt of his power. Conan rolled his hips, trying to move along with the slow rhythm of Katurah’s rising and falling ass. He slid his right hand down to the insides of her open thighs, reaching with his fingers to the upper reaches of her sex, where her arousal was bringing her clit out of hiding.
It almost sprang into his touch and he lightly massaged it, using only his fingertip. Too much pressure, he knew from long practice, would be the same as overindulging with wine. Something he couldn’t claim much antipathy for himself, but he preferred his lovers still not be rendered insensate. Not this early on.
“Ohhhh, Conan, that feels perfect!” Katurah threw her head back, staring up into the rafters, her eyes tracing her little cries of passion as they soared out of her throat and echoed around the roof. Letting go of her chest, she ran her hands through her fiery hair instead.
“So hard!” she moaned up into the air. “How can you be so damn hard?”
Her movements grew more rapid, more violent. Seeing he could take it, that she could take it, Katurah plunged her body down hard onto Conan’s loins, the impact eaten up by her plush buttocks. The smack of their coupling flesh resonated through the room just as Katurah’s shrieks had.
“Can’t hold onto it much longer!” Conan grunted, jamming his hips up as if to throw Katurah clear of her penetration, through her lusciously appointed flesh managed to hold down his thrusts well enough.
“Let me have it! Let me have it!” Katurah sang out. “Fuck, I want it so much!”
Her wild undulations sped into a wild gallop. She slammed herself down on his engorged cock over and over again, until the jiggles of her pistoning body were indistinguishable from the first tremors of orgasm, except for her squealing voice.
“I’m coming, Conan! Ohh! I’m coming, coming, coming!” Little yelps burst from her gaping mouth like bubbles from a babbling brook, while her head whipped back and forth, her hair tumbling around in long swirls.
All of Conan’s pent-up desire seemed to swell into one perfect need, a hunger for every bit of Katurah, both the pleasuring space inside her and all the supple exterior, and then it blasted out with his cum as he loosed everything he had into her tight pussy. Surge after surge erupted from his throbbing erection, Katurah’s body quivering with every helping he gave to her.
Abruptly, she could take no more. Just as Conan’s seed had taken up all the space in her tight cunt, the orgasm he’d given her had taken up all her energy. She fell down flat on his broad chest, gasping out the rest of her rapture. Her hot breath brushed over his dark chest hair.
“Simple slut,” Sonja opined, still rubbing herself against his massive body. “I can’t believe she made you come.”
Conan felt her heart pounding even through her heaving breasts, dropping like a hammer down onto his ribs where she were sprawled. Of course, with her plump chest cushioning those ‘blows’, he felt like a statue being struck by raindrops. “You haven’t fucked her,” he replied to Sonja. “Perhaps we should remedy that. See if she can do to you what Belit did, in that temple where you worshipped her body so ardently.”
Sonja scowled without venom in her eyes. Much as she disdained being reminded of her defeat, she could not rue the luscious memory of finally lying with someone. “It’ll take more than a tavern wench to make me throw aside my vow.”
“Not such a simple slut,” Conan mused. His own breath slowed to normal and he left Sonja’s body with a pat on her ass, returning his attention to Katurah with both hands running down her hips to caress the abundant curves of her ass.
She lay quietly, breathing deeply, feeling his hand part the warm flesh of her buttocks and slide easily between, to the valley where her juices mingled with his overflowing seed. Katurah had been overwhelmed so thoroughly that she barely stirred when a fingertip pushed mischievously into her tightly puckered, yet well-lubricated anus.
“I’ve found a passage that’s yet to take my love,” he said good-humoredly.
“Not now,” Katurah breathed languidly. “If you want to kill me, you’ll have to do it with your sword. I don’t have the energy for a heart attack.”
But Sonja was still there, still nestled against Conan’s side, under his thickly muscled arm. In the haze of his satiation, she wiggled out from under his grip a little, up to his harsh face, and kissed him as Katurah would have if she still had the strength.
Conan’s body gradually unclenched from the fever pitch of bringing Katurah to climax. He sucked Sonja’s tongue into his mouth and massaged it with his own. Sonja nuzzled her lovely face to his own broad, brutish visage.
“If your cock is still unready to serve,” she breathed. “Do to me what you did to her. Devour me until you’ve had your fill!”
Conan laughed in her face, wrenching her head back by the hair to remind her of her place. “The time for tongues is before I spill inside of you, not after. That’s a gravy I’ll not taste, even if it is my own, by Crom!” Conan pushed Katurah aside and she dribbled into a puddle on the side of the bed, one hand unthinkingly reaching to the floor. Sonja he pulled into his lap. “But I will have you, if only to spur Katurah to make herself more fit. If she possessed a little more constitution, it could be her in your place.”
“Never,” Sonja said in a quiet hiss, but she still didn’t resist Conan’s grip on her hair. She could see he had his attention and the rest of what she wanted would follow shortly.
Conan started with a thief’s subtlety. He licked his way to her ear, gnawed on her earlobe, then pressed his tongue inside. Sonja’s hips jerked satisfyingly against his body in response. His lips moved down to her breasts and he licked all around them, finding ample space to exercise both his tongues and his hands on her abundant cleavage. Sonja was particularly sensitive as he massaged her breasts while licking at the underside of her cleavage. He spent some time provoking the shudders which that action brought.
Gradually he worked his way to her bee-stung nipples. He sucked one into his mouth almost possessively. Sonja put a hand behind his head and pulled him still more firmly against her chest. He pulled on the nipple until it was throbbing, then he switched to the other one. Sonja moaned and writhed with it in his mouth. Conan wouldn’t have expected her to be so responsive, but she proved as passionate in bed as she did in battle.
Leaving her nipples stinging so hard that Sonja gasped with relief to feel them go unmolested finally, Conan proceeded down Sonja’s belly. He got a sweet little spasm from her when he probed his tongue into his belly button. He licked over her pubic thatch, but true to his word, did not bother with the taste of her cunt after he’d seared it with his seed.
He kissed down her legs, the bottom of her feet, and sucked on her toes, before turning Sonja over and starting back up. His tongue ran behind her knees and across the backs of her thighs. He lingered at the crease between her thighs and asscheeks, brushing his rough lips against both. Then he bit playfully at her curvy ass, Sonja jolting as much as she could while still holding herself still to get more of his love. He touched his tongue to where her two buttocks curved inward. It tasted as sweet as the rest of her.
Sonja held herself very still, wondering what he meant to do to her ass. He’d just been propositioning Katurah there when his attention had swung to her. Had he forgotten his taste for sodomy or had that coin simply passed to another redhead?
With more assertiveness, Conan licked between her asscheeks. He ran his tongue over Sonja’s anus. The way it made her jump amused him. He pushed his tongue as far into her ass as he could. Sonja groaned, spreading her buttocks with her hands to let him kiss her there. Conan rubbed his lips against her puckered little sphincter, working his tongue over it and inside it.
Sonja groaned, looking over her shoulder at him. “That’s good, Conan… that’s so good!”
Conan grinned smugly at her. “You’ll like even more what I put in there next.”
He nibbled some more at the surrounding flesh, licked around her opening, then sucked at the grommet itself with his mouth. He enjoyed the way her asshole tightened around his tongue as it went in. He fucked her anus with his tongue, still enjoying Sonja’s reaction, but mostly delighting in the act as a precursor to what his cock would so to Sonja’s hot little ass. It was hard again, staunch and bludgeoning, and Conan decided to put it to use. He’d readied Sonja enough; he doubted any amount of preparation would make her truly comfortable with being sodomized, so he might as well get on with it.
And so he mounted her, covering her prostrate body with his until his mouth was at her ear, his belly at her back, and his prick between her buttocks. “You’re ready as you’ll ever be,” he moaned to her. “And you can feel how ready I am.”
Sonja was too aroused to protest. She didn’t know how to respond to the pressure of his cock as it pushed into her asshole, slipping inside on the saliva he’d bathed her sphincter in. He seemed to just… go into her. Pushing her narrow passage open on all sides with an indomitable directness that her body somehow just accepted.
“Yeah, this is how it is,” Conan groaned, picking Sonja’s slender legs up and wrapping them around his waist. She could not help but be submissive with his cock in her ass. She locked her ankles together at the small of his back, like he was a stallion she was riding, only she was on this saddle backwards, facing away from him.
To Sonja’s amazement, he picked her up then. Stood up and walked across the room, his powerful arms around her chest, holding her in place every step of the way. And she felt the hard, grinding pressure of his member in her ass. Every step of the way.