Conan the Conquered Part 5
Thulsa sits by his window in his..
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Conan the Conquered Part 5
Thulsa sits by his window in his new palace looking out toward the temple. His fingers were locked together under chin with his elbows resting on the gold arms rests of his throne. Before him, one of his personal bodyguards was on his knees, his face buried in the king’s lap. The sun reflected off the guard’s gold armor. The handsome guard was gagging and coughing on the king’s huge cock but he dared not stop serving the king. The guard’s masculine face with a strong jawline, was turning red as his head bobbed up and down on the massive cock.
Thulsa paid little attention to the soldier who was serving his cock. He took in the scene before him. From his chambers, he could see people pouring into the square and up the great steps and terraces of the temple pyramid, a sea of white robes. Pilgrims from every corner of his empire were there to reign in a new era, the era of the Serpent.
“You finally decided to show yourself,” Thulsa laughed without turning his head or moving from his throne.
From the shadows of the chamber emerged the sorcerer. He was tall and grand with his long white hair and rich robes. He moved so gracefully that it almost seemed like he was gliding across the black marble floors.
“I didn’t want to disturbed you. You look like you were enjoying yourself,” the ancient sorcerer smirked.
“Leave us,” Thulsa pulled his cock from the guard’s mouth.
Sorcerer felt sorry for the younger man, as the guard quickly stood up and almost ran to the door, with drool and saliva running down his handsome chin.
“What would your faithful followers think if they saw you being pleasured by another man,” the sorcerer smirked.
“Ha, they are fools. They would believe whatever I tell them,” the king laughed.
Thulsa didn’t bother covering himself as he got up from his throne and walked toward a table where a bottle of sweet wine was sitting. The monstrous cock was almost obstructed by Thulsa’s large round stomach. The handsome apprentice from the mysterious Far East the sorcerer once took under his wing was long gone.
“A drink,” Thulsa turned to the Sorcerer, lifting the glass bottle.
“No thanks,” the Sorcerer raised his hand.
“I think you don’t trust me, my friend,” the king poured himself some wine into a gold cup.
“We haven’t been friends for many decades,” the sorcerer responded.
The king shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his wine, “you still haven’t forgiven me?”
“For betraying the gods, murdering our lovers, no,” the Sorcerer responded bitterly.
“It's been many decades,” Thulsa walked back to his chair. “The last few days, I have been sensing a disturbance that has arrived in the city. I have also been seeing my death in my dreams because of this disturbance. You don’t know anything about this new arrival do you, my old master,” Thulsa closed his eyes with his back toward the ancient Sorcerer.
“Not at all, maybe it is one of your pilgrims,” the Sorcerer smiled. He could sense that Thulsa was trying to read his thoughts but he was too powerful for his former apprentice to break through the barriers he had long constructed.
“Whatever the case, I just want to make sure you are aware that if anything happens to me, my soldiers have orders to burn the city to the ground, including every temple and the city inhabitants in it,” Thulsa sipped his wine.
The sorcerer didn’t show any emotion, “then let hope nothing happens to you.”
Conan walked into the packed center square and was greeted with the hamming of the thousands of followers of the Serpent god. They were packed into the square before the steps of the great temple pyramid. Soldiers in black armor and royal guards in gold armor stood in front of the pyramid and along the steps that ascended hundreds of feet to the very top. For the first time in his life he was nervous. How can he alone defeat the Serpent king and avenge his father and his people. He began to wander around the square looking for a place that would obscure him until the appointed time. It was then he saw the tall man, in priestly robes watching him. When his eyes met, Conan knew who the man really was.
“My boy you look lost, what worries you,” the Sorcerer in his disguise asked as he approached Conan.
“I’m scared, my lord,” Conan confided.
“A strong, fit man like yourself, has nothing to fear,” the sorcerer placed his hand on Conan’s broad, smooth pecs and gently pushed his hands into his shirt.
The man’s touch on his massive pecs made Conan feel so good and relaxed. Conan smiled blissfully as the sorcerer’s ancient hands stroked the hard, smooth muscles of his chest. Conan’s cock was hard and throbbing in his tight pants.
“Come my ch*ild,” the Sorcerer whispered as he led the muscular barbarian to a small stone structure on the edge of the square.
The small structure barely fit both men and the bed-like altar. Then the sorcerer turned to Conan and his bonely hands began to undo the shirt as his hand traveled down the muscular torso.
“Do you know this place, or heard of the legend of Krom and J’ong Ra,” the Sorcerer whispered as he kissed Conan’s thick neck.
“Krom and J’ong Ra fought each other for the control of the heavens,” Conan moaned as the sorcerer nibbled on the thick cords of muscles running down his neck to his boulders size shoulders.
“That’s only a part of the story,” the Sorcerer undid the cord holding the pants around Conan’s chisel waist. “The gods were divided on who should rule the heavens and earth. Each god had to side with either Crom the god of the sky or J’ong the god of the earth. The two gods fought for a millennium with no winner.” Conan’s pants slid down his massive thighs and his thick cock popped free. “Finally, the gods made the two powerful gods of war work out their differences in a hut on this very spot. For tw3lve nights and days the two gods wrestled one another for who would be on top.” The Sorcerer leaned in and licked Conan’s large right nipple. “On the twelfth night, J’ong pinned and fucked Krom and for another 30 nights the gods made love.”
Conan moaned as he was guided over to the stone altar, his massive powerful legs lifted up onto the ancient sorcerer’s bonely shoulders. The sorcerer opened his robes displaying his monstrous cock. Conan wanted the cock back into him. He willed himself to relax his hole.
“The two gods lived happily for many centuries, ruling the heavens and earth,” the Sorcerer continued his story as he aimed his cock at Conan’s smooth manpussy and pushed into him.
Conan let out a deep gutter grunt as the cock slid into him. He felt waves of pleasure course through him. The sorcerer grabbed hold of Conan's massive pecs as he slammed in and out of him. In return, Conan wrapped his powerful legs around the old man and pulled him deep inside him.
Conan closed his eyes and images of the two ancient gods filled his mind. Crom and J’ong were wrestling, struggling against each other. Their muscles flexed and strained against each other while sweat covered them. They were ripping each other’s clothes as they groped and grind their hard muscles. The sky and earth shaked and roared for 12 days and nights. Finally the smaller J’ong penetrated the muscle god Crom. Crom was defeated and accepted his fate. The two former enemies made love for the next 30 days. Conan’s eyes rolled back into his eyes as the sorcerer continued to thrusted in and out of him, deep long thrusts. Crom and J’ong lived several centuries together until one day, J’ong left his lover Crom. Bitter and in sorrow Crom shut himself up in this foreboding fortress of dispel. The images were so vivid in Conan’s minds. He had finally realized the truth of all the legends he heard as a boy.
Conan worked his ass muscles around the cock deep inside him. He needed the sorcerer’s seed inside him. Only with the ancient cum could he be undefeatable.
