The Cimmerian And Two She-Devils update (Patreon)

The pain was somehow delicious. With the throbbing burn of it keeping her from sinking into the pleasure, she was left totally aware of his enormous size and just how much of it was up her ass.

“Gods, Conan, what are you doing to me?” she moaned, feeling her passion growing as rapidly as it had before. “You’re big—so big—oh fuck,” she stammered, ducking her head as he leaned her against the wall. “Fuck!”

He put a big hand on the back of her skull, fingers in her hair, and held her face against the wall while he rutted his hips forward. Flattening her groin to the wall. Burying his cock in her ass. Sonja’s teeth chittered for some reason as he absolutely immersed himself in a passage that could not possibly be big enough for him—but there also couldn’t possibly be more of him to take.

“Oh hells, now I do wish it was me,” Katurah said, back on her feet, if limping. Limping her way to Sonja and Conan.

The she-devil realized, in a hazy sort of way, that this was how she’d first approached Conan. Katurah had been the one pressed against the wall and now she was the one moving to join in. Not that Conan had any intention of seeing his cock anywhere but firmly planted in Sonja’s bowels.

“Are you going to fuck my ass next, Conan?” Katurah breathed, pressing her luscious chest into Conan’s back, reaching around his body to embrace him as he fucked Sonja’s ass. Her hands brushed against Sonja’s naked back, flittered through Sonja’s unbound hair, and found the sides of Sonja’s breasts, pillowed against the wall Conan was fucking her through with each sodomizing thrust.

“If I want,” Conan grunted in answer. “I’ll put my cock anywhere I see fit, in either of you. Won’t I?”

Katurah moaned in lust, overtly aroused by his statement, and Sonja moaned too. She told herself it was only because he was fucking her in the ass.

She didn’t believe herself.

Conan snaked a hand back, grasped Katurah’s hair like reins, and pulled her backward. Then he twisted at the waist—still pumping his hips into Sonja’s pert ass, he lowered his face to Katurah’s pillowy chest and kissed at the sweat on her tits.

“Your breasts are as good as her ass,” Conan praised the simpering redhead. “Firm. Ripe. Just perfect for sucking.”

His other hand forced its way between Sonja’s chest and the wall, grabbing hold of one of her teats, squeezing it lovingly. Sonja moaned and this time it had nothing to do with being ass-fucked. He had both of them. They were both his, his to fuck, and she loved it. She didn’t just love being his slut, she loved being just one of his sluts.

It had to be the strangest sensation Sonja would ever experience. Her breasts were bathed in warm delight, while her ass was on fire, set ablaze by the harsh friction of Conan’s pumping cock.

“It hurts, Conan!” she gasped. “It hurts!”

“Then I’m doing it right,” Conan said, cavalierly cruel. “It could be hurting a lot.”

Then he was fucking her with his full brute strength, slamming Sonja’s body against the wall. His cock pistoned in and out of her Sonja’s anus with such speed that her teeth rattled. Moment by moment, the pain grew, burning out from where his prick was buried in her ass.

“Gods, stop!” Sonja cried, her face turned ashen. “I can’t take it!”

“You can, girl!” Conan grunted, grinding, twisting, rutting away savagely. “You can take it as long as I say you can! And you will, by Crom!”

Sonja threw her head to one side, screaming out her pain. At the same time, she clawed at the arm Conan had wrapped around her body, leaving long red welts in his flesh. But instead of giving him pause, it only inflamed his animal passion further.

“Take it, dirty bitch!” Conan bellowed, throwing all of his weight forward, crushing Sonja between his body and the wall. “Goddamn you, be my sheath! Hold my seed!”

Sonja felt his hammering prick swell, then explode with ferocious heat. His cum showered the depths of her bowels, then ran molten around his shaft. Some of it melted from her asshole and crept over his swinging scrotum. And with the release came relief. His cum soothed her innards, erasing the burning pain of his passage and leaving only satiation.

“Ohhhh…” Sonja moaned, her face beatific with newfound peace.

“Almost done now,” Conan panted, biting at Sonja’s shoulder like a starving animal. “You’ve almost got all my cum. Got it right up to your cocksucking lips, my whore.”

Sonja moved with him as best she could, trying to milk the rest of his seed from his impaling cock. When the last of his cum flowed into her ass, she knew she had served her purpose. He pulled out of her—Sonja sighed loudly and went limp. The cessation of the pain was almost as good as her climaxes had been.

But now that it was Katurah’s turn again, Sonja envied her. Conan’s love was the closest Sonja had come to being in battle without bloodshed, better even than sparring. It was harrowing, but there was a thrill to enduring it. She hungered for the challenge his cock would bring when it returned to her.

Conan dropped Sonja down, insensate, on the bed, then turned to Katurah. He barked his orders to her: “Hold her down with your body. I don’t want to deal with her again until I’ve finished with you.”

“Yes, my lord,” Katurah agreed, unthinkingly slipping into the obsequious submissiveness she would use around a nobleman. Conan had fucked all other thought out of her. He could be nothing else but her superior.

She straddled Sonja’s face, then bent down onto all fours, making herself a dog, a bitch in heat to Conan’s hound. Realizing her predicament, Sonja weakly tried to push Katurah off herself, but the slattern’s weight and fresh strength worked for her, while Sonja’s exhaustion doomed her.

Oh no, not again, Sonja thought, still trying fruitlessly to upend Katurah, but only managing to run her energy even lower. The wench was overcoming her. She was leaving Sonja no choice but to yield.

Then Conan added his physicality to the proceedings. Heedlessly stepping over Sonja’s body, he knelt behind Katurah’s upthrust ass, enjoyably caressing its ripe girth before reaching around to the slut’s enormous tits. Sonja saw his rock-hard erection, glistening with her own juices and dripping white with his own seed, as it approached Katurah’s slit, directly above her trapped face.

“Perhaps I’ll breed you,” Conan whispered in Katurah’s ear as he pierced her, Katurah only able to keen and swoon while taking more and more. “You have child-baring hips and milk-giving teats. You’d look good with the heft motherhood would bring. And Sonja could be my mistress. Childless, but not for lack of love. The two of you could rear my heir as I collect riches to furnish his youth.”

“Do whatever you like, my lord! Only fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Katurah rested her face on her folded arms, her shoulders dropped and ass lifted, grunting as she bore the pumps of Conan’s engorged cock into her wet opening. “Your cock is so big! So good! Faster, Conan, fuck me as fast as you can!”

Conan mauled her full breasts with a cruel willingness to push her limits, tugging on them until they were almost pulled from her body, pinching the stiff nipples down to a fraction of their own size. Katurah beckoned for more regardless and Conan obligingly intensified his thrusting, hilting his purple-headed cock all the way into her sex with each stroke.

“I’m gonna come, Conan!” Katurah clawed the bedspread with her long, feminine fingernails, flushed and sweating out the pain as his engorged manhood kept stretching her velvet walls to make her cunt his own. “Ahhh yes, keep fucking me! Need your prick inside me! I need all of it, need your cum!”

“Your cunt’s almost too tight for all of my cock!” Conan groaned, feeling, hearing her lower lips squishing and sucking at his member. “That cum you want so much won’t be long!”

“Fuck meeee!” Katurah’s wanton cries were loud enough to be heard throughout the district, but her lust was too powerful for her to care. “By the gods, my pussy is burning up! It’s happening, Conan! I can feel it being done to me! Oh hells, fuck me as hard as you can! Use my pussy! I’m cooommmiinngg!”

Her spasms raced explosively through her well-stretched hole, satisfaction bursting all around the erection that had so thoroughly claimed her body. It satiated her more completely than being gangfucked by any amount of lesser men. Shamelessly Katurah groaned and humped her hot sex onto Conan’s member, feeling every inch of her passage throb and clench needfully on his manhood.

Conan didn’t come with her. When her lustful convulsions subsided, Katurah realized that he was still hard as stone. The thought that he could go on fucking her aroused Katurah as much as it frightened her.

“Take it out of me, Conan!” she cried. “I can’t take anymore!”

“You won’t,” Conan assured her as he withdrew his aching prick from her burning hole. “But it will be taken!”

Taking his cock in hand, he moved it down under Katurah’s ass, to Sonja’s face, and he pressed his girthy, solid heft to her cheek.

“Your turn,” he breathed.

Thought fled Sonja’s mind. She yielded to his cock, knowing the pleasure it had to give her, and experimentally ran her tongue up and down his length—not sure if she was tasting herself, Katurah, or simply him. At any rate, she liked its flavor, and sucking cock came quickly to her. She paid special attention to the sensitive underside of Conan’s knob, noting how it pleased him, making his manhood course with vigor and masculinity. Then she sucked his glans into her mouth, squeezing his balls as if to work out more of the precum that succulently teased her tongue.

“You’re taking well to having yielded,” Conan croaked.

Sonja released his cock from her mouth and gazed up at him, feigned irritation in her eyes. “You made me submit to Katurah as well. Bastard. If you hadn’t fucked me so hard…”

“But I did,” Conan interrupted. “And I intend to do so often in the days ahead. But your submission to Katurah will make things easier.” He cracked a smile of titanic mirth. “A man can find it taxing, having to split his attentions between two worthy crevices. Now, you girls can sate your own lusts.”

“You’re lucky I don’t make you sate your own lust right now!” Sonja hissed.

“Yes,” Conan said readily, feeding his erection back into her plump lips. “I’m most fortunate.”

Sonja lost the thread of the argument, suddenly immersed in how it felt to have Conan’s prick down her throat. Imaginings of how it would feel when it was lodged against her tonsils, spurting, creaming into her belly.

Katurah lifted herself up onto her knees, looking over her shoulder at Conan as he fucked the mouth of the woman below her. “Ohhh, yes, you’re ready to come, my lord?”

“Soon, yes! Damn soon!” Conan grunted, fucking his way in and out of Sonja’s sucking mouth. “This is your place, Sonja!”

Sonja gurgled submissively and sank her mouth down as far as it could go on his length, her fingers working her balls. She pressed her breasts against his kneeling legs, holding his cock deep in her gullet as Conan’s lust overcame him.

Conan roared: “Yes! Yes! Now, Sonja, now!”

He reached around Katurah’s body to grip Sonja’s bright red hair at the other woman’s crotch, his hips twitching as he rammed his cock as far as possible into Sonja’s mouth.

“Here it comes, by Crom! You’ll learn well this taste!”

Sonja moaned with delight, her fingers gripping Conan’s balls, feeling them heave as they pumped out their contents. His shaft swelled, pulsed, and then the first hot burst of his cum spurted from his cockhead, the spasm visible right through the skin of Sonja’s throat. She gasped and gurgled, nostrils flaring, straining for breath as Conan used her throat to the utmost.

“Yesss, that’s it, Sonja! That’s what your mouth is for!” Conan husked as his cum ran over Sonja’s face, splashing onto Katurah’s burning cunt too. “Right there! Right there! You’re meant for this!”

Sighing and sucking Conan’s cum deep into her belly, Sonja petted his length with her fingers, cajoling more of his seed down her throat.

“Lick it up, wench!” Katurah cried, rubbing her pussy in Sonja’s face as well, writhing in delight as the burning cum that had overflowed Sonja’s mouth was smeared onto her lips and inner folds.

She twisted her nipples hard and came, adding to the deluge Sonja faced, sobbing with the release and enjoyment of her station. Katurah knew this in no way made her Sonja’s mistress—that there would be many battles to come—but she had at least shown Sonja she had a fighting chance of winning the larger part of Conan’s gargantuan favor.

Sonja let out a muffled cry as Conan’s seed burst over her cheeks and down her throat. The salty jism was going everywhere. She came herself, too much pleasured to be incensed, promising herself that she would indulge herself only so much before her submission ended. Then she let Conan’s diminished cock out of her mouth and greedily sucked at Katurah’s pussy instead, stroking Conan’s prick as well to see if she could get it to spill any more of his delicious cum, add to the lovely orgy of her face and Katurah’s sex as they all surged and pitched and heaved together in a greedy straining for still more pleasure.

Conan finally pulled himself away, worried Sonja would outright unman him in her quest for more. Instead of that, he sat back on his haunches and watched the two redheads discover each other.

He could make a good life for himself here, for a time. Two good women, a good fighter by his side in Sonja. Perhaps he would take over a mercenary company or the local thieves’ guild, or simply sell protection to Katurah’s tavern and those like it. And if his wanderlust didn’t return, he could breed Katurah as he’d thought about. She seemed more motherly than Sonja, after all, though he wouldn’t mind mating with her as well. She was good stock to add to his bloodline. And he’d abide coming in her again and again and again.

Conan lay back now, momentarily forgotten by the two women in their exploration, and taking that opportunity to rest his weary body. He didn’t have to make up his mind any time soon. Katurah and Sonja now knew their place, and he knew his.

Conan was, as ever, a Cimmerian. And she-devils these two may be, but they were his she-devils.