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Cimmerian and Two She-devils update
🕑 Added 2021-05-04 23:00:03 +0000 UTCThen Conan was sprawled between Katurah’s sturdy legs, pushing aside her thick thighs to get better access to her throbbing slit with all its deliciousness. Katurah shuddered at the prospect of him devouring her with the same greed he’d shown for Sonja’s body. She bit her lip as she felt the first pressure of his tongue sampling the juicy folds of her sex.
“Ungghh! Oh, Conan! What… what are you doing that for? Unh! UNNGG!”
Conan was enjoying the taste of her too much to reply. He loved the way it felt to move his tongue busily up and down her pink folds, the silky feel of her mons under his tongue.
For Katurah, she actually feared how good it felt, worrying about how she might act in response. She’d been horny before, but Conan was spurring her on to a level of arousal that no amount of good sense was a match for. If her aching pussy got any wetter, she didn’t know how much of a whore she’d be for him.
“Conan, you… unnh!... you don’t have to lick my pussy! Ggh! Just fuck me, Conan, I know that’s what your cock wants!”
Conan didn’t answer. He held her cunt lips open with his fingers, letting his tongue in deep when he thrust it through her opening. Her lustful juices kept running out of her flowering slit, while her clit grew fatly swollen, protruding from its hood as if daring Conan to see what pleasure he could get out of it.
And Conan moved his tongue higher, proving that his tongue could ably fill in for his wilted erection. He swabbed Katurah’s clitoris from side to side, the naked redhead squealing, clutching his shaggy head with both hands. She thrust her hips urgently, fucking herself against his face and licking tongue, with Conan happily letting her taste be delivered into his hungry mouth.
“Yes, Conan!” she cooed, mewling with the irresistible pleasure he gave her. “Nnggg! I want your lips now! I need you to suck me! Hhhh! Lick my clit, oh suck it, suck it so good, make me come!”
Conan kept licking and kissing, even rubbing his face in the dense red curls of her pubic thatch. Then he brought his hand up, fingers straightened to push into the narrow, clinging channel beyond her mons. Katurah quivered as he stroked his fingers in and out, pleasing her throbbing sex directly while licking her clit at the same time.
“Suck it! Suck my pleasure right out of it! Please, Conan, please!”
Conan took her clit between his teeth. He sucked it gently but forcibly, slurping at the taste of it, at the same time maintaining the pace of his pistoning fingers into her cunt. Katurah felt her climax welling up at her core, her nipples tingling, her breasts heaving, all of her body thundering as the first feelings of orgasm violently were felt throughout her flesh.
Then she was coming, coming uncontrollably, around Conan’s fingers and into his sucking mouth.
“Eat me, Conan! GGH! Lick it, lick your little whore! I’m coming, coommmiiinnggg!”
Her quaking sex spasmed and jetted, giving Conan a mouthful of her cream. He kept sucking her, kept fingering her slit, guiding her through the peak of her climax and up into the air, until Katurah felt like she was tumbling through the clouds.
It was nearly a minute before the convulsions subsided and she felt anything like herself again. Conan had thoroughly contented her, even without the use of his manhood. She sighed and felt her cream run out of her, wondering when she’d ever again get someone so masculine to make use of her.
As if in savage parody of those courtly dances where a man would change partners with each new song, now a recovered Sonja yanked Katurah aside and replaced her on the bed, embracing Conan, kissing him. Conan wondered if she liked the taste of Katurah’s cunt on his mouth. She’d certainly come to appreciate Belit’s.
“I see your hardness has returned,” Sonja panted, thrusting him down onto the bed and straddling his supine body. Conan went along with it, amused by her attempts to play the warrior after how wanton she’d been. There was only so much of her femininity she could deny while demanding to be his woman. “And that Katurah has once more had her fill. That’s good. She couldn’t handle your cock. I can.”
“That remains to be seen,” Conan retorted. “You’ve gone one round with me. Will you last another?”
“A man’s stiffness gives out before a woman’s welcome,” Sonja said.
“A man’s, perhaps. Not Conan’s.”
Sonja seized his prick and stroked its knob along the lips of her slit, feeling her lustful moisture anointing his glans. Spreading her outer lips with her free hand, she guided his cockhead to her, to stroke lightly against her clit. A convulsion shook her supple body, the delicate button sparking with sensation.
“You take full credit, then, for the lust that I inspire in you?” she teased, titillating her rampant little clitoris and feeling herself getting juicier and juicier.
Conan groaned with deep delight. “Do you take full credit for the fire Katurah kindled before you were even here?”
“The woman hasn’t the spine to demand as much from you as I insist on.”
“Maybe I’m too polite to use her as thoroughly as your body can be taken.”
Sonja scoffed with a laugh. “One thing you’ll never be is polite, barbarian!”
“Aye. Then this should come as no surprise!”
His big hands clasped onto her amply muscled hips, momentarily enjoying their thick suppleness, then drawing her down, the inner lips of her opening slipping over his weapon.
“Aaaaahh!” Sonja cried as she sank down on his erection, feeling his broad cockhead wedge apart the walls of her already well-used sex.
She went down to the very hilt of his shaft, until her luscious buttocks sat on his thighs, and then she was in the saddle as she never had been before—overwhelmed with a frenzy of emotions—the fraught tension of being taken by a man once more, the feeling of control, the temptation of lust, the demand for satiation.
Sonja slumped motionlessly, recovering her breath. Reaching behind her, she felt for Conan’s bloated balls and softly felt at them with her smooth fingers, assuring herself that there was plenty of seed for him to give her still—and that Katurah, so far, had received none.
“You think that’ll… be too much for me?” she asked hoarsely. “Fuck me harder, Conan! You haven’t even begun to satisfy me!”
“Anything you desire, wench!” he growled and abruptly they’d whirled around, switching positions, him on top of her, pushing his manhood hard into her juice-slick pussy. Sonja’s face contorted with lust; she moaned needfully with his throbbing erection reaming her out. As much of an onslaught as it was, she didn’t think she could ever get enough of his cock.
“Oh, yes! That’s so good!” she mewled. “Keep fucking me, Conan! I love it!”
His face was red with lust, his breath pumping in and out of him. He’d grown engorged beyond belief simply tasting Katurah and now, with the newness of Sonja to occupy him, he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. He fucked harder and harder into Sonja’s delicious opening, wanting to reduce her to blissful ruins before the end came for him.
“I’m ready to mate you, girl! I’ll breed you as a hound does his bitch—as a stallion takes a mare!”
Sonja knew that if she wanted the ecstasy he could give her, she’d have to claim it fast. She squeezed her greedy sex as tight as she could get it, feeling every jagged rut of his prick with almost painful intensity. The searing friction brought her rapidly to the verge of orgasm.
“Unnnhhh, YES!” she keened. “Give me every drop of seed in your balls! Mate me if you can, barbarian, if you can!”
Conan fucked her furiously, making her bounce up and down on the harsh skewering of his manhood, her full breasts shaking, her curvy body jiggling. Sonja closed her eyes tight and felt herself running over the edge just as Conan howled and flooded her cunt.
“Ooooh, by the Gods of Hell! Your cock—whaahh—your cock’s done such things to me—I can’t believe—!” she cried.
“UNNHH! FUCK! HH! GGHHH!” Conan bellowed, satisfied he’d brought Sonja to ecstasy, and more than satisfied with his own eruption.
Sonja wailed rapturously as her violent climax burned through her. Her body writhed helplessly, soaking Conan’s prick with a deluge of her cream, the hard pleasure going on and on until Conan was still, sighing deeply in his conquest.
Sonja shivered with the aftershocks of her orgasm’s ferocity. She was truly unused to how much Conan could make her feel. But already she wanted to feel it again and again, as many times as a lotus smoker would inhale his beloved fumes.
Conan then felt the weight of Katurah’s luscious flesh on his broad back, her plump breasts cushioning the press of their bodies together, her red hair trickling against his muscular shoulders, her white arms enfolding his bronzed chest. He felt her kisses light up his neck and cheek and ear while below him, Sonja still expired in the offing of her delight, still relishing the presence of his manhood inside her.
“My beloved,” Katurah keened into his ear, sick with desire, dazed with past pleasures, like a man with a gut of ale voting on his decisions. “My beloved, take me again. Do not spoil her with too much of your love. Give her time to contemplate it instead… while you make me your woman once more.”
“Crom, is some good lovemaking all that’s required to turn any maiden into a slattern?” Conan asked, shouldering her aside and then rolling onto his back. With one hand, he shoved Katurah down to his loins—with the other, he pulled Sonja tight to his chest, her mewling disappointment to be divorced from him now stilled as she nuzzled against his side. “Sonja tasted you on my lips. Now it’s your turn to taste her. Morrigan and Macha, I’ll put an end to this rivalry by treating you both as evenly as the other, even if I have to fuck full of seed every hole the pair of you has!”
Katurah dutifully bowed to his groin, her lips sealing themselves against the flaccid manhood lying on his thigh. Conan had told her before that no woman had ever suckled him like she had. Katurah found this hard to believe, but she liked to hear it—liked to know that she’d pleasured the Cimmerian enough that he felt driven to flatter her.
And she loved to have a good hard prick in her mouth, especially when it was capable of the lovely feats that she’d seen Conan’s perform. Already, he’d turned that she-devil Sonja into his mewling bitch. How amusing that was! And how much Katurah envied her, resented her, getting a half of all the loving that could’ve been hers alone.
If Conan thought one-half of his rutting was enough to satisfy her, she’d make him prove it.
His glanshole was unusually big, as though designed to release the surges of prodigious cum his bloated balls produced. Katurah pressed her tongue into it, able to get it in a little ways. She pulled it in and out a few times, getting some tastes of Conan’s seed free from Sonja’s flavor. Then she wrapped her tongue around his meaty knob and caressed the sensitive cleft under his helmet.
She coaxed the sticky dregs of his jism out, kissing his big shaft from head to root, feeling it throb excitedly with the beginnings of a fuck that would end with it inside her, pulsing away even more enthusiastically than this. Katurah was careful to go slow and easy. She didn’t want to rush this. She’d get only so much time to enjoy mouthing his nice hot cock before he took charge, thrusting it inside her, replacing this lazy enjoyment with enough wild pleasure to make her burst.
As much as Katurah couldn’t wait for that—her twitching little clit already wanting it—she knew this was her advantage over Sonja. She knew how to please a man. Sonja only knew how to bludgeon one, either with a weapon or with the staggering beauty of her body.
Conan pulled his cock slowly away from her milking mouth. Katurah knew what he wanted. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts out into his lap, and he left a thin trail of sticky precum along the slope of her chest when he rolled his hips forward, dragging his gathering erection through her warm cleavage.
He pushed his cock into the valley between her pendulous breasts and moved his hips in a gentle fucking motion, enjoying the warmth and plush softness of her breasts surrounding his manhood. Katurah felt his arousal rising like a growing storm, his erection billowing hot and torrid into the pillowy flesh of her tits, his ardor breaking over her with remarkable speed.
Abruptly he pulled her up to him by the hair, kissing her, kissing each breast in turn, sucking deeply at her nipples, tugging, biting, so that Katurah’s body thrashed around and she needed even more of his caresses, needed the feel of his cock massaging the inside of her sex. She splayed her body against his bulkhead of a chest, kissing his thick pectorals, teasingly sucking at one of his nipples, then nuzzling her lovely face against the other one.
Conan was breathing loudly, moaning, his body stirring with all the passion in it, ready to be unleashed. Katurah was flush with excitement, ready to receive that passion, so submissive to it that she was aroused by how she’d pleasured the Cimmerian.
She glanced quickly down and saw his standing prick, stiff and twitching, pointed straight at the ceiling. Her pussy itched to feel its hardness wrapped within her flesh. Conan rumbled with laughter at how lustfully she eyed his manhood. “Go and claim it, wench,” he ordered. “If you think you can take it, by all means—have as much as you wish!”
Katurah subserviently obeyed as much as she gave vent to her own feelings, freed like an arrow loosed from its bowstring. She poised herself overhead of Conan’s stiffly standing member, running her dripping sex against the engorged head. Conan snorted with lust and reached for her soft belly, his fingers enjoying the creaminess of that plush, voluptuous flesh. He pulled her down to him, pressing his glans against her smoldering mons.
“Yessss!” Katurah heaved. “Give it to me!”
Stroking his thumbs over the milky whiteness of her stomach, Conan brought her down inch by inch onto his manhood. She savored every inch that entered her. She’d had fun with men before, but Conan’s prick put them all to shame. Katurah drenched it with how lustful it’d made her, her curvaceous body having plenty of room for it, and it having plenty of inches to give her, until finally her splayed cunt rested on his lap.
“By Mitra!” Katurah gasped. “I need this as I’ve never needed anything!”
“And you’ll have it!” Conan grinned.
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