Cock!

"...Love men!" Conan repeated dutifully, her words guided by the sorcery of the emerald earrings. "Connie loves to suck cock."

Despite obediently repeating Khalid's prompt, Conan's beautiful, feminine features still creased into a frown. She still retained her memory of her true self; Khalid had no knowledge that the Cimmerian was already under an enchantment and had no reason to order her to forget her past. Conan knew that she did love men, love sucking cock and wished to be fucked, but also knew that this was all wrong and against her nature. Her memories as a warrior and a man could not prevent her from obeying a direct command from Khalid; however, without resistance, her body moved towards Khalid to disrobe him.

"Good girl," Khalid chuckled, raising his arms as Connie approached and set about removing his clothing. "You see how much clearer and right things are if you obey without question?"

Conan did see. She removed Khalid's clothing with all the dutiful obedience of a courtesan, his long robe and the loose britches beneath. Khalid stood naked, his hands on her hips and arrogantly posed his naked male body to the transformed warrior. Conan could not help herself; her gaze travelled over his body without any sense of revulsion or shame.

Khalid was strong and muscled, although the merchant was far less of a man than Conan had been. The caravan master was lean and swarthy-skinned, his cock was already hardening as the delicate hands brushed his flesh as he was disrobed. Conan dropped his gaze to the stiffening cock. It was distinctly average and unimpressive when Conan thought of the thick and lengthy member she had been blessed with less than a full day previously. Conan's mouth salivated as the desire to taste male flesh intruded upon her thoughts and pushed doubts aside.

"Now dance, girl," Khalid commanded, clapping his hands. "Entice me with that lush body. When you have excited me to hardness, you will receive your reward and pleasure me."