Khalid cums in Conan's mouth.

Conan felt unfamiliar panic flare within her. She had fought many foul beasts and legions of men during a life of adventure and combat, yet never had she felt this overwhelmed and powerless and the alien sensation further paralysed her response. She raged inside at the humiliation of being on her knees before a man she could formerly have thrown aside with ease, but still the enchantment of the cursed gems piercing her ears held sway over her actions. The Cimmerian's cheeks hollowed as against her warrior's nature, she submitted and sucked lustily upon the rigid shaft, gagging her mouth. Khalid used his grip in her hair to guide her head, slowly sliding Conan's mouth up and down on his manhood.

"Aaah, better than I had even imagined," Khalid gloated. "Your mouth is nearly as wet and heated as your cunt, little ****. The taste of my rod is obviously pleasing to you."

The earrings once more flashed with a spark of green sorcerous energy, a spark mirrored in Conan's eyes. The taste of Khalid's male flesh grew more pleasant as the enchantment suffused Conan's mind and body, her palette altered to crave the taste of Khalid's shaft. Conan increased her urgency and suckled hungrily upon the stiff male meat, no longer fighting against the Stygian's grip and allowing him to guide her bobbing head without resistance. The salty tang of raw meat and male sweat of his shaft was the most satisfying taste Conan could recall, and she greedily savoured its piquant flavour. Her delicate hands on Khalid's hips no longer pushed in a vain attempt to resist, but now tightly gripped his hips as if she was fearful of being parted from the sublime shaft inside her mouth.

Khalid continued to guide Conan's head, working her mouth up and down his member and gradually increasing the pace at which she plunged her lips onto his meat. Minutes passed, with Khalid contentedly sighing and moaning and Conan gagging and slurping in muffled satiated hunger. The Cimmerian felt Khalid's legs begin to tremble under her gripping fingers, knowing from her memories of being sucked by harlots that his spending was imminent. The impulse to pull free of the Stygian's grip before his seed flowed was quickly quenched, the exquisite flavour of Khalid's flesh too addictive for her to resist.

"Aghhh, yes!" Khalid cried out, pulling Conan's head down sharply and now holding it firmly in place with his cock balls deep in her mouth and its tip gagging her throat. "Swallow every last drop, little slut."

Hot jism spewed forth from the cocktip in Conan's throat, more copious than could flow down her gullet; it backwashed to fill her mouth until her cheeks bulged with the hot fluid, spurting more copiously than she could swallow. Her lips instinctively tightened around the invasive shaft so that not a drop would be lost to her as she gulped and gagged in her ravenous desire to consume all Khalid's sperm. After several powerful spurts of seed, the flow into her mouth lessened considerably as Khalid's testes emptied and the last dregs entered her. Conan hungrily swallowed, her cheeks deflating as Khalid's seed flowed down her throat. Only once the Stygian was certain that every last droplet of his cum was spent did his grip in her hair relent, and he drew her head up and freed his rod from Conan's mouth.