Conan the Conquered Part eight Once again the thousands of ..

Conan the Conquered Part eight Once again the thousands of followers of the Serpent gathered in the square before the great temple pyramid. They were hemming and chanting their prayers, working themselves up in a fanatic fever. From the temple at the top of the pyramid emerged Thulsa and the ruling faction. With them was Conan in only chains and a ragged loincloth that barely concealed his large cock and balls and his muscular ass. Before the small temple at the top of the pyramid was a pit built into the pyramid itself. Fire was bellowing up from the pit, sending smoke shoring into the sky. Upon seeing their king and his would-be assassin the masses began to cheer and chant Thulsa’s name. Thulsa raised his hands in the air and the people grew quiet. “My people, a great crime was attempted yesterday when we gathered to sacrifice to our true god. This man tried to kill your king and bring about terror to you, the faithful followers of the Serpent god. For his crimes he will be sacrificed first today to please the great good,” Thulsa’s voice was loud and was clearly heard. The people cheered again. Conan stood emotionlessly as he looked out onto the square below him. The height was great as the pyramid towered over the square and the surrounding buildings of the city. As Conan was brought to the edge of the burning pit, his eyes moved to the guard gripping his right bicep. The guard’s hand looked like the hand of a little boy in comparison to Conan’s massive biceps. Conan’s eyes lowered and saw the sword he had taken from the tomb of the ancient Gomorrahian Emperor, hanging from the guard’s gold belt. His eyes shot back up to the guard’s hands. Instead of seeing a younger man’s hand he saw an ancient hand gripping his arm. The wrinkly hands contested to the smooth, tight skin stretched over the hard bulging muscles of Conan’s arm. Conan looked up at the side profile of the guard’s face. Under the gold helmet was the face of the sorcerer. Thulsa rises his arms again, preparing to order Conan to be sacrificed into the raging pit. “Act now,” the Sorcerer whispered. Conan felt his chains break and fell to the stone floor with a loud crush. He quickly grabbed his sword, swinging at the surprised guards and soldiers. He used his powerful legs to kick several soldiers off the high podium. Their screams echoing as their bodies rolled down the sides of the high pyramid. Thulsa was caught in surprise by the erupting collapse. His followers were screaming and fleeing. He stared in hatred at the sorcerer and then at Conan. His eyes began to change into the yellowish eyes of the Serpent. As Thulsa transformed, Conan jumped into the air toward the Serpent king, both hands clenching the sword. Then in a brief second it was over, the panic died down as a quietness fell over the square. Thulsa’s lifeless, headless body rolled down the stone steps toward his horrified followers. On top of the pyramid stood Conan with the sword in one hand and the half human, half snake head of Thulsa held high in the air in his other hand. The crowds and soldiers were silent in fear and confusion. Then the sorcerer approached Conan’s side and proclaimed in a powerful voice, “hail the new king. King by right of conquest. Hail king Conan.” The royal guards who secretly hated Thulsa were the first to draw their swords, “Hail King Conan. Hail Conan.” From the city beyond the square, word was traveling quickly of Thulsa’s death and a new king was being proclaimed. The citizens were eager to seek revenge on Thulsa’s followers, and began to march toward the temple pyramid. Fearing the royal guards and the masses of citizens heading toward the square, Thulsa’s former loyal soldiers either laid down their swords or fled the city with the most fanatic followers. For the next decade, King Conan ruled as a just and powerful ruler. Those followers of Thulsa’s who resisted were hunted down and defeated. He then led his armies to expand his empire. One nation after another fell to his feet. He was said to be undefeatable and was known in all corners of the world as Conan the Conqueror. Riches and male slaves were brought back to the capital as trophies. After his latest campaign, Conan returned to the palace and to the Sorcerer. The sorcerer mixed the king his favorite drink, while two naked slaves helped Conan out of his armor and clothes. The sorcerer watched as the richly tunic was pulled over Conan’s head, displaying his still beautiful muscular body. It was battle hardened but still flawless. The legs were still powerful and smooth. The back was wider but still a perfect v shape from the broad shoulders down to the narrow lower back. The marble like buttocks were barely hidden by the tiny silk loincloth that Conan now stood in. His hair was still long in the northerner barbarian tradition as it fell to the massive mountains of muscles that layered his shoulders. The slave boys' hands were trembling in awestruck and lust as they undressed their master and king. The sorcerer smiled at them. He knew the boys were hoping to share Conan’s bed that evening. Conan had a reputation of bedding every one of his slaves and many of his warriors and guards. He had many favorites. However, on nights when he returned from his campaigns, he was the sorcerer’s. Conan needed to replenish the sorcerer’s seed inside him. The sorcerer crossed the great marble bedchamber and handed the gold cup to Conan. Conan looked at the ancient sorcerer and submissively lowered his head. Conan never showed deference to anyone. However, the Sorcerer was not anyone. He was the source of Conan’s power. “Leave us,” Conan barked at the slaves and the guards standing by the door. The room quickly cleared out, leaving the king and his sorcerer along. Conan lifted the sweet wine to his lips and drank. As he drank down the wine, the Sorcerer reached out and squeezed Conan’s huge pecs. He digged his nails into the meaty pecs and he squeezed and groped them. Conan, having finished the wine in one drink, moaned as his pecs and nipples were worked. The sorcerer moved his other hand down the king’s cobblestone abs, tracing the deep valleys. Leaning forward, the taller, older sorcerer kissed and licked the king’s thick neck. Conan closed his eyes as the sorcerer traced the bulging artery vein down to the massive shoulders. Conan’s cock was hard as it tent his loincloth. It was begging for attention. After tracing each abs and then tracing the line of veins into his loincloth, the Sorcerer’s nails cut the tiny useless cloth loose and let it fall to the marble floor. He then took Conan’s large, strong hands within his and led the naked king over to the bed. Conan felt like the boy he once was when the sorcerer first mounted him in the tiny hut in the barren wastelands many years ago. Now instead a hut and a bed of straw, the bed was large enough for several men and covered in expensive silk and furs. Conan looked up at the sorcerer as he was laid on the bed. The sorcerer opened his robes and let them fall to the floor, exposing his thin pale body, and the thick monstrous cock. Conan stared into the sorcerer’s eyes as his thick legs were lifted up. One powerful leg was draped over the sorcerer’s bonely shoulders and the other huge leg wrapped around the sorcerer’s thin body. “By Krum’s and J’ong’s cocks,” Conan moaned loudly as he took the sorcerer’s monstrous cock up his tight ass. Conan’s moans grew louder and louder as he was fucked deep. Despite how many times he had taken the cock, he never got over the feeling of the huge cock sliding in and out of his hole. It was pure pleasure. His fist grabbed the fur covers and silk sheets as he threw his head back and lifted his back in the air. His own cock was throbbing and slapping against his chisel abs as the sorcerer rammed in and out of Conan’s hole. He tightened his ass as hard as he could around the cock deep inside him. He was so desperate to feel the seed inside him that he was milking the cock with his ass muscles. “Fffuck, by Fucking Krum’s manpussy, breed me,” Conan yelled out as he clutched down on the cock like a vice. He was rewarded with the sorcerer’s seed. He could feel the seed filling him deep inside his blowls. Conan quickly followed and shot his own load high into the air, landing on his massive pecs, face and hair. Conan looked so peaceful as the sorcerer pulled out of his ruined manpussy and gently laid the hero back on the soft bed. With all Conan’s conquests and quests and legends, the people will forever know him as Conan the barbarian, Conan the Conqueror, and the undefeatable but to the powerful sorcerer Conan will forever be his Conan the Conquered. The End.