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The Cimmerian And Two She-Devils update
🕑 Added 2021-04-04 23:00:00 +0000 UTCThe last thing Sonja wanted was to show how excited she had become, but she couldn’t help it. Her cunt responded to Belit’s caresses, not to her mind, and even that was quickly becoming muddled thanks to the she-pirate’s ministrations. Sonja was already aroused—the fight and her humiliating nudity making her blood race—and now Belit was making the hot blood move to her cunt, swelling its folds until it was vulnerable to the slightest touch.
A touch, Sonja knew, that Belit would not be long in delivering. And when it came, she fully expected it to break her.
Belit kissed Sonja gently, almost mockingly gently, and stroked her ample breasts. “You’re not so bad to look at,” she said in a leering tone. “Yes—I can see why Conan has a use for you. I suppose you’ve no more been with another woman than you’ve been with a man?”
Sonja shook her head. She actually trembled, not with fear (she told herself) but due to the feeling of Belit’s fingers traipsing over her nipples. Belit was amused by what passed for innocence in the redhead.
“Some treasures I keep for myself,” Belit purred, her admiration of Sonja’s body increasing with every moment she spent touching it. “On your back!”
Sonja lay down as she’d been told. Belit said something to Conan in a tongue Sonja didn’t recognize and he laughed.
“Must he be here?” Sonja demanded, looking angrily to Conan, like she might prefer that he’d never suggested this to Belit over her death in battle.
“Little she-wolf, you’re lucky I don’t invite all of Argos in to watch. We could charge admission; I’m sure many would pay. There are plenty who’d like to see a proud bitch like you humiliated—and still more who’d love a look at what’s underneath that small measure of chainmail you wear so modestly…”
“The thought of you being the one who’s performing on me would surely drive an audience off!”
Belit straddled her, kneeling over Sonja’s chest, looking down at her beautifully furious face, and lifting her silks out of the way so that only her girdle remained between Sonja and her bare cunt.
“Through the fabric,” Belit ordered. “See how that tongue does when it has something to do.” And she slowly lowered herself down to Sonja’s mouth.
The crotch of Belit’s girdle was satin, as soft and as creamy as the flesh that surrounded it, and it was wet. Either the prospect of degrading Sonja this way or the fight beforehand had gotten Belit’s juices flowing. Her girdle washed like sea foam against Sonja’s lips.
Belit writhed around on Sonja’s face as Sonja dutifully licked through her girdle. She was surprisingly encouraging, murmuring her enjoyment, petting Sonja’s red locks. Sonja’s eyes closed, perhaps losing herself in the act, perhaps merely trying to absorb as little of it as possible.
Soon Belit pulled back and Sonja’s eyes opened, looking with confusion for a reason for the change. Belit moved her dagger down to her crotch and neatly slit through the satin, allowing out her bulging mons, vividly pink in the wetness of arousal. Then Belit tapped the point of her dagger to Sonja’s nose.
“Enjoy,” she cooed.
She plunged her hips forward, surrounding Sonja’s face, covering the mouth with her sex. Belit writhed against her until she felt Sonja’s nose rub against her clitoris.
“I know I will,” Belit finished, stroking herself against Sonja’s face like clothes against a washboard.
Sonja was humiliated, especially by how heavily Belit’s juices flowed, how aroused she was, and how all of it poured directly into her open mouth. Sonja swallowed it. She had to if she wanted to breathe. Belit was smothering her as much as fucking her. I wonder which one she wants to do more, Sonja thought.
Belit had already made up her mind. She tore open the crotch of her girdle, completely opening it up, then squirmed over Sonja’s face once more, until her asshole was over Sonja’s lips. “Lick me here, Sonja. I’m so delicious, you’ll even love the taste of my ass.”
“Never, you dog!” Sonja barked.
“Very well. You’ve already done so much, and knowing so little. Now I’ll show you what else to do.”
Conan had his cock in hand as he watched them. The sight of Belit was always arousing, fucking her was always gratifying, so it only stood to reason that watching her fuck was as intoxicating as it now proved. Though normally he’d hate to see anyone with his woman, it being Red Sonja that Belit was being ‘unfaithful’ with made it an entirely different matter.
Belit seemed to approve of his masturbation—so much so that she joined in. She slipped two fingers to the top of her slit and began to touch herself, stroking her clit in a vigorous circle. She climaxed quickly, her blood obviously up from how Sonja had tried to sate her, and a gush of her cream flooded out of her. Sonja was caught unaware, some of the feminine juice going into her parted lips. Conan knew how vivid the taste of the she-pirate was.
“Mitra’s eyes!” Sonja cursed. “You jackals! I’ll get even with you!”
Belit laughed and tousled her ruby hair. “I certainly hope you do. After how generous a lover I’ve been, it’s only fair you return the favor.”
And now Sonja worried, now she was in trouble, because when Belit said that, she wanted to. Virgin though she was, she recognized the feel of lust—the soft, feathery tingling within her own body. The feeling of roaming storms beneath her covered places, in her heaving breasts, her slick cunt, a need for release.
Usually, it was an urge to masturbate. Sonja wasn’t unfamiliar with the ritual—she had done it as a girlchild, before her loss, before the vow. It was such a small thing, an easy thing, to make herself come. And she knew it would make her feel better… quench in advance that pressure that would afflict her for who knew how long unless she attended to it. But always, Sonja gritted her teeth and subjugated her body instead of submitting to it. She had the feel that the wild lusts of her flesh held the same siren’s song as ale to every drunkard. Once she ended her fast, she would be unable to stop from indulging herself in all things.
Reflexively frightened of that fate, Sonja exerted her strength and threw Belit off her, coming up onto her feet only to be faced with the Cimmerian. He was as brawny as ever, but his loincloth was off. That seemed like such a little thing, a span of tanned hide on his massive body, but it wasn’t. Not at all.
At the moment, his cock struck Sonja as a thing of godlike proportions. She’d seen plenty before—men were always eager to show them to her, with or without her wanting to see them. She knew what they looked like. Just not what Conan’s looked like. For all Conan’s brutish bulk, which did extend to his manhood, it was perfectly formed, like a finely balanced blade, like part of a masterfully carved sculpture instead of something crude or ugly.
Sonja’s eyes shone with adoration as she gazed at Conan’s well-shaped endowment, its loveliness taking away the normal, frightful reaction she’d have to its bullish size. Sonja actually smiled dreamily… a very unfamiliar expression that enhanced the beauty of her lovely face even more.
She watched with rapt attention as Conan’s thick fingers leisurely hoisted and lowered his foreskin along the heft of his cockhead. The skin furled and unfurled in a most alluring manner—at least, alluring to Sonja. She delighted in how even the massive bludgeon of his crown was hidden and then revealed by the foreskin’s motion. And the more she watched, the closer she got, her lips falling open wider and wider, as if to compare in size the gap between her parted lips and the fit of Conan’s engorged knob…
Sonja’s knees trembled. It seemed like the hardest thing she had ever had to do, but she turned away from the sight of his naked body, her own flesh seething and coursing with passion she had no idea what to do with. As soon as she’d turned away, Belit came into view. Sonja saw once more the long pale sweep of Belit’s midriff, her outthrust breasts with their succulent nipples, the shorn hair of her thatch, still dewy from Sonja licking it.
Over the incessant recollection of Conan’s bared prick, she remembered how Belit’s slit had tasted, how fiery red it had been after a few strokes of her tongue, how she envied its shuddering as she licked it, wishing her own pussy could feel what Belit’s was. Sonja still hated the bitch, but now she hated her for the thoughts she was putting into Sonja’s head. Every bit as depraved as how she was thinking about Conan, only for a woman instead of a man. Between the two of them, all Sonja’s thoughts were of sex. All she wanted for herself was to be fucked. She didn’t care if she was more slut than she-wolf now—she didn’t care!
Belit reached out and ran her hand along the curve of Sonja’s cheekbone, caressing her in clear appreciation of her loveliness. “Would you like more now, Sonja? Perhaps you want to return the favor first?”
“I… I…” Sonja murmured, turning away, into the burly sight of Conan, seeming closer now, his member fully erect and aimed at her like a weapon. She shut her eyes to block out its temptation, but she still knew it was there. She could’ve sworn she felt its heat radiating out to her, penetrating into her in a gauzy prelude to the other ways in which it could sink inside her body.
Belit moved up behind her, pressing her body into Sonja’s so that the redhead felt her proud breasts flattening against her back, only Sonja’s flowing hair between one’s skin and the other’s. Belit took Sonja’s hand and drew it back, pressing it into her pubic hair. She gyrated her hips, thrusting her mound forward into Sonja’s palm. At the same time, her lips pressed to the nape of Sonja’s neck, kissing it through her crimson hair.
“Trying not to think of him?” she whispered. “You can’t have him. He’s mine. But I’ll help. I’ll make you think of only me…”
She slid her free hand down over Sonja’s waist and moved it from the outside of Sonja’s thigh to the inside, drawing it up to her groin. Her palm slid onto Sonja’s loins, the tip of her forefinger tracing over Sonja’s pussy, its pad sinking into the tingling flesh between her labia lips. Belit moved her fingertip up Sonja’s juicy slit until the redhead shuddered and gasped, clasping her thighs tightly shut on Belit’s hand—either to hold it out or lock it in.
“You’re so wet,” Belit cooed, her deep breaths pressing her tits into Sonja’s naked back. “Very, very wet. Don’t you want my tongue down there instead of my finger? Don’t you want me to taste you coming instead of just feeling it?”
“I don’t want… uuunh… anything to do with you!” But that was only her mind speaking. Her body was oh-so-close to giving in. Sonja loved the silken feeling of Belit’s pubic hair on her fingers, the press of Belit’s warm lips to the back of her neck, and most especially Belit’s finger gently playing in her vulva, stirring up her hot wetness until it was nearly impossible for Sonja to stand.
Then, gently but firmly, Belit let go of her and stepped back, leaving Sonja’s body trembling and boiling and seething. “Then we’re finished here. I have Conan to please me—and he certainly seems to be in the mood to please me. You can leave us… or watch… you just can’t join in, can you?”
“I… no…” It was Belit’s fault, all hers. Her lust was contagious. When Sonja turned to look at her, Belit’s obvious arousal struck at her so deeply, it felt like she was impaled on it. “Yes,” she said at length.
Belit ushered her down to her knees, her cunt before Sonja’s glistening, parted lips. Hesitantly, Sonja moved her hands to Belit’s naked ass. Belit teasingly held back, letting Sonja be the one to pull her closer, to give her naked cunt over to Sonja’s warm mouth. The redhead sucked and tongued, licking in and out of Belit’s tender slit until Belit was moaning, laughing in disbelief, shocked at how good Sonja’s virgin tongue felt inside her. Red Sonja certainly had spent a great deal of time imagining how she would like to be touched, and it was paying off in how she was touching Belit.
Belit felt a rush of passion go through her like an earthquake. Having her pussy eaten by such a beautiful woman, a formidable warrior she’d both seduced and conquered, was the kind of thing that came out of her most lurid fantasies. Having it become reality was a thing of sheer sexual greed. She devoured every sensation that came off of Sonja’s lapping tongue, quickly bringing her to the cusp of a powerful orgasm. It was an inspired meeting of her lust and Sonja’s enthusiasm.
Belit’s moans mounted, growing louder, gaining a panting note of speed like a rushing river swelled by pouring rain. She crushed Sonja’s face to her pussy, looking guiltily over to how Conan had been left out of the joy she was so selfishly indulging in—then feeling excited to be doing this in front of him.
Suddenly Sonja drew her mouth back. She was gasping for breath, but she still took time to lick her lips of Belit’s juices.
“Don’t stop!” Belit cried, almost hyperventilating. “I need another minute! I’ll come! Lick me! Eat my cunt! I want to come so goddamn bad, I’m on fire!”
“So am I,” Sonja panted. “You have to make me come too.”
Belit was too desperate to deny her. Sonja laid down on her back and Belit mounted her as she had before, but this time facing down the length of her luscious body, looking at Sonja’s wet cunt, her protruding clit proof of how Belit’s passion was shared by her.
Conan watched, ears attentive to their every sound of passion. He grinned lasciviously, seeing how Belit licked her lips with hunger, then leaned over Sonja’s lower body. She mouthed Sonja’s pussy as Sonja had mouthed hers, ramming her tongue deep into its frothing folds, lapping at the glistening wetness with slurping, excited need. Sonja’s womanhood squirmed deliciously against the pressure of her tongue in motion.
He came towards them, too excited to bother with the light footfalls he could easily employ. Belit heard his stomping steps and looked up to see his swollen cock looming over him. “She’s mine!” Belit roared, unable to bear another interruption, even for her beloved.
“Yes,” Conan grunted, walking past Sonja’s cunt to go to her head, where Belit’s legs straddled the redhead’s face. Where her sex waited. “But you’re mine.”
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Shendude
Amaze. Simply awesome.
