Conan does not yield… much

“Your vow…” Conan babbled as she closed her eyes and savoured the sensation. “To not sleep with any man unless he first defeated you!” She said.

“Oh Connie, my vow remains. But you are not a man. And I think it is I that is conquering you. Wouldn’t you agree?” Red Sonja replied with an amused laugh, her finger sliding deeper. “And.” She thrust gently and Conan’s back arched as the Cimmerian gasped. “You.” Her thumb circled Conan’s clit sliding her fingers out slightly, applying pressure to the cluster of nerves inside Conan’s sex that would be known in eons in the future as a G-spot, eliciting a slack jawed groan from the hot lass. “Have.” She pushed in again. Conan’s eyes glazed as she shuddered. “Not… oh wait are you cumming?”