Conan the Conquered Part 4 Conan never slept so well and wo..

Conan the Conquered Part 4 Conan never slept so well and woke in such delight as he did now. The bed was soft and covered in silk, it was like sleeping on a cloud against Conan’s hard huge muscles. Conan awakened in the morning with his large, defined arms wrapped around a muscular slave boy on each side of him. They were each sucking on his massive pecs while two other slaves were down by his powerful legs. One was sucking his thick cock while another had spread Conan’s thighs and was eating their master’s cum from the barbarian’s well fucked hole. Conan groaned and threw his head back as he began fuck the mouth on his cock with his powerful hips. The mouths and tongues on his cock and in his hole felt so good. He grabbed the slave who was sucking on his left nipple, by the hair, and pulled him into a kiss. The slave’s mouth and tongue tasted of sweet wine. He let go of the slave’s hair and let him return to nursing on his pecs while Conan grabbed the slave on his right. This one’s mouth tastes like honey. His tongue wrestled with the slave’s in a deep kiss. When both slave’s returned to nursing on his nipples, Conan ran his hands down their athletic, lean bodies. They were both so smooth and tight, with sculpted lean muscles. They positioned themselves so he can accent their tight muscular asses while still sucking on his massive pecs. He squeezed and slapped their plump, yet firm asses causing the slave’s to moan and giggle. He then pushed a large finger into each smooth boypussy. This was true heaven he thought to himself as he laid his head back and closed his eyes. “I hope you slept well, my friend,” the master of the house entered wearing a bright colorful robe. “Good, and woke to the pretty mouths of your boy whores,”both men laughed. For the next couple of hours, the older man sit on the edge of the bed watching Conan fuck each of his slaves. The boys took turns bouncing on his cock as Conan lay stretched out on the bed. The rich man stroked Conan’s stretched smooth legs, feeling the massive muscles flexing each time he came in one of the slaves. Then Conan flipped the boys on to their back and took turn fucking each slave’s exquisite tight hole. Conan didn’t protest as the rich man ran his hands down Conan’s shredded, wide v-shape back and over the tight sculpted ass. The merchant admired and stroked the thick cords of muscles that ran up the back of Conan’s legs as he thrusted in and out of each slave. The man’s touch seemed to turn Conan on more, even when the man pushed his finger into the Barbarian’s muscle pussy. “Fuck! By Fucking Krom’s cock,” Conan cried loud as the man’s finger teased his prostate. Conan groaned loud and fucked the slaves harder. When the sun reached noon, Conan had bred each slave twice. “Be careful my friend, may J’ong-Ra and Krom be with you,” the rich man stood at the door of his house as bid Conan farewell. “Thank you, merchant, for your generosity. Until we m33t again, my friend,” Conan lowered his head in respect. The merchant gave Conan new clothes to wear. They were tight around his massive thighs, huge ass, and thick arms, and the shirt was unable to be fully close around his large, full pecs. However, the material felt so comfortable against his hard muscles, especially his cock. It felt so different from the animal skins and furs he was used to wearing. The softness caressed his sensitive cock head as he moved, forming an impressive outline through the thin material. As he turned to head back down the hill into the crowded city, he looked at the view from the merchant’s house. The large mansion had an imposing view of the great city that laid out below it. At the center of the city stood the great temple pyramid. It was ancient but grand as it towered over the surroundings, newer buildings of the city. It was his final destination, there he would greet his destiny. Conan made his may down the hill of the rich elite. Closer he got to the main Street level, the more crowded the streets became. The twisting streets once around opened up to broad avenues. He soon learned his way through the city, realizing that all the broad avenues led to the center of the city and the great temple, like the spikes of a wheel. He passed the busy public baths, where men of every class mingle together, naked. The baths were built like palaces with high arched ceilings over 100 feet tall. He continued to walk. He passed the numerous male whore houses, where younger naked men stood by the doors, trying to lure men to patron their establishments. Conan could hear their cat calls toward him, but he had no time, even though the fine pants were making him horny. Closer to the temple square the more Conan noticed the pilgrims in their white hooded robes crowding together, making their way to the temple. They were fanatics; the Merchant had warned him. Nearer the temple square the streets became a sea of white robes. As they passed the city numerous temples, bathhouses, and brothas, the pilgrims shouted and denounced the debauchery and decadence of the city. They shouted that men should only lie with women. Conan couldn’t understand their logic. Women were weak, and couldn’t possibly pleasure a man. Women were only for producing warriors, Conan grunted to himself. Violence erupted throughout the city as the zealots crushed and attacked the peaceful followers of the old gods. The authorities, controlled by the King, stood back and did nothing to stop them. The whole city was on the verge of erupting. (Should I continue or start to wrap up the story?”)