Conan tastes cock.

Khalid stared wordlessly at the gasping Cimmerian ****-wench lying at his feet for several seconds, his dark eyes burning with lust. Conan's widely splayed thighs granted the caravan master an uninhibited view of her gaping nethers. Droplets of feminine juice trickled from the red-pink core and dripped onto the sand between her spread legs, a widening circle of darker, wet sand testament to Conan's female arousal and flowing female nectar. Conan was panting from the frenzied climax of her ****-dance, her full breasts rising and falling in fast rhythm and glistening from sweat.

"Magnificent!" Khalid murmured before falling to one knee between Conan's parted thighs.

The Stygian's hand went directly to the smoothly bald labia of the gasping Cimmerian, his fingers sliding over the juice-slickened lips and then two fingers thrust without warning inside the moistened sheath of Conan's quim. Conan let out a long growling sigh, half protest and half pleasure in her confused and aroused turmoil. Her back arched automatically, her loins thrusting up from the sand towards the invasive fingers inside her sodden wet sheath. She felt Khalid's fingers twist and turn within her, drawing forth fresh whimpers which she could not, in her half delirious state, say whether were in outrage or invitation.

"Hotter and wetter than the jungles of Zembabwei," Khalid laughed, twisting once more as he delighted in the Cimmerian's needy moans and sighs each time his fingers delved inside her drenched quim.

"Your bargain ****," Khalid growled. "I will have those painted lips around my shaft, feel your tongue on my cock as I quench your throat with my seed."

Conan struggled to rise, her exhaustion and sorcery-clouded mind slowing and weakening her movements. She shook her head, vainly attempting to dispel the sorcerous compulsion to obey Khalid wrought by the enchanted emerald earrings. As she lifted her body and rose to her knees, Khalid's fist wrapped in her tousled raven hair as he regained his feet before her. Conan could rise no further than her knees, held in her submissive posture by the grip of the Stygian's fist clenched in her long, dark curls. The merchant's stiffened cock loomed before her eyes, as thick as a spear-shaft and nearly the length of her womanly forearm. She reached up to push the merchant away, but only batted weakly at his throbbing cock, which jerked and spasmed in response to her touch.

Khalid took a step forward, his hot cocktip now brushing Conan's kohled lips. Her mouth still gaped wide from her gasping breaths and incoherent murmurs of denial of her need to pleasure Khalid. Guided by his grip in her hair, Khalid drew the Cimmerian's mouth onto his engorged member. Conan's protesting moans were silenced as salty male flesh gagged her mouth. She heard a satisfied sigh of pleasure above her as the Stygian felt the hot, damp embrace of her lips and mouth about his throbbing manhood. Numbly, she tried to shake her head, to deny that Conan, the mightiest of heroes, now had a man's cock between full, soft female lips. There was another sigh of satisfaction as her head moved, her action pleasurable as her lips slid over hardened, erect flesh.

"Slowly, little one," Khalid mockingly chastised her. "I know you are eager, but I wish to savour the heat and tight embrace of your lips before I empty my balls in your gullet."