Conan the tamed

“Do you really wish me to stop my Cimmerian friend?” Red Sonja asked teasingly as she gripped and gently squeezed the tiny nub of the once proud barbarians clit. “Your body says otherwise… unmanned indeed. So tiny. So cute…” her other found the fiery eyed wenches breast and flicked the erect nipple.

Conan closed her eyes, struggling to master herself.

“I think you should call me mistress Sonja, don’t you Connie?” Sonja cajoled.

“Stop this or by Crom I will…” Conan raged as her hips bucked instinctively. Her face was red and her voice trembled. “Have mercy woman.”

“Mistress…” Sonja reiterated as she twisted Conan’s overly sensitive clit.

Conan’s eyes glazed for a moment and her thighs parted and Sonja pushed her advantage. “Please Sonja…” Conan mewled.