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🕑 Added 2021-05-05 15:00:00 +0000 UTCYasmela felt Vateesa’s eyes boring into her pinkly glistening sex, getting at its shocking wetness through her censoring fingers. Then she felt Vateesa’s cheek rest on the soft flesh of her thigh, close enough for her nose to sniff between Yasmela’s fingers to the scent of arousal within her.
Vateesa continued licking over Yasmela’s protecting fingers and Yasmela kept resisting. But, with a frustrated moan, she realized that the harder she resisted, the more excited she became. Vateesa’s tongue kept licking as Yasmela’s covering hands, as if she could get through them, and Yasmela kept clutching herself tighter and tighter, inadvertently pressuring her own sex. That served to intensify her arousal and soon Yasmela knew that she couldn’t keep denying her feelings much longer.
Her cunt was becoming slippery with wetness, her lust seeping between her fingers. Vateesa mouthed her damp fingers, lips covering her knuckles, tongue tasting her trickling juices. Yasmela’s grip weakened and Vateesa was able to dart her tongue between her fingers, lick furiously at the princess’s slit before Yasmela managed to grit her teeth and push her away.
The sensations that had flared up at the touch of Vateesa’s tongue were utterly delicious. Yasmela didn’t know how she was still resisting them. Yes, she admitted, this ferocious need inside her was for sex—and it could be satisfied by another woman. Yasmela moaned louder, her heart pounding; she felt as though she’d been dosed with some insidious drug!
“Uuuuhhhh!” she groaned, her face contorted with the involuntary delight she felt.
“Lie back, my mistress. Just relax. I will take care of you so you may take care of… him,” Vateesa purred.
Then, surprisingly, Vateesa darted her head lower, her tongue licking now at the shadowy valley between Yasmela’s buttocks, lapping at the tender flesh while her fingers worked to part and widen the press of flesh concealing Yasmela’s anus. Vateesa was slipping her hands under Yasmela’s desperately churning ass, cupping her two wiggling buttocks. She tilted Yasmela’s hips upward and then the princess was shuddering, gasping and moaning, as she felt Vateesa’s tongue lashing hotly at her tiny, puckered asshole.
“Aaarrgghhh!” Yasmela moaned without thought. “It feels… it feels…”
Struck with the shame of her pleasure, she moved her hands to make Vateesa stop, but her handmaiden struck like a viper, her mouth and tongue suddenly at Yasmela’s exposed cunt!
Yasmela twisted and thrashed haplessly, thrusting her hands down into Vateesa’s golden blonde tresses in an attempt to stop the work of her handmaiden’s loving mouth. But that movement, which started as a denial, soon found itself enslaved to the lascivious, undulating sensations going through Yasmela’s flesh, moving her hips, forcing all of her, body and soul, to want more of Vateesa’s torturously pleasuring tongue snaking into her.
Yasmela clenched her buttocks and pumped her hips up and down, defenseless before the sensations that possessed and addicted her. She had no will to resist the searing tongue thrusting into her womanhood. It was too good for defiance, its passion too delicious not to be felt.
Her mind tried desperately to center itself and she remembered Conan. Her vision fogged, she looked to where he sat, and the sight of him made her moan in intoxicated shame. Yes, he was watching, and it aroused her. She wanted him to see, to see anything and everything she did.
Oh, but she’d never done this before, this wasn’t her, she was only doing this for him, for his voyeuristic eyes—this debauchery was contrary to everything she’d ever heard or known, yet she wanted it. Yes, yes, she needed another woman’s tongue in her pussy!
Drunkenly she lifted her head and saw Vateesa, her gleaming blonde hair streaming like rivers of molten metal over Yasmela’s straining hips and thighs. She felt Vateesa’s breath—softly magical puffs of air—graze her naked sex, the feeling merging with the maddening strokes of Vateesa’s tongue, blazing from her glistening slit to her tiny, taut clitoris.
And just as Yasmela gave into her, Vateesa withdrew her face from between Yasmela’s guilelessly splayed legs, a depraved look of lust on her own face. She leapt on top of the princess, now grinding her throbbing sex into Yasmela’s cunt, already lubricated by her own saliva. The hairs of her wet pussy massaged Yasmela’s slit, exciting her more than ever.
“Open your legs as wide as you can!” Vateesa hissed. “Now I’ll give you a taste of things to come!”
Only momentarily clear-headed, Yasmela shot Conan an uncertain look. He gave her a commanding glare. Although he’d been intent on pushing their intimacy to the limit before taking over, he hadn’t realized they’d go so far, or that it would prove so exciting. He felt his cock throbbing like a sword desperate to be unsheathed.
“Go ahead. Let her love you,” he said. “Spread your legs so she can show what your cunt can feel.”
Pinned down, Yasmela felt Vateesa’s supple flesh cover her own, swaying breasts and stiff nipples grazing her own chest. Vateesa’s luscious mouth came down on one of Yasmela’s gemstone nipples and she sucked it as though polishing it to a fine sheen. The wild sensation surged through Yasmela’s naked body, as though rainwater were swelling a river, making it so it might overflow the banks at any moment, all depending on which debauched whim came next for Conan or Vateesa.
“Open your legs,” her handmaiden intoned, lewdly stroking Yasmela’s naked body. “Yesss, open them to me…”
Vateesa ground her sex hard down onto Yasmela’s womanhood, her mistress mewling with shameless enjoyment, thrusting herself up for more of that lascivious feeling. They rubbed their excited cunts together, now sharing the same thought, the same desire, questing for the same feeling.
And as they did, Conan undressed. He threw his shining new armor aside, dropped his expensive fabrics to the ground, and then was standing beside the bed, his thickly throbbing prick out in front of him like a snake rearing up from his loins.
His mind reeling with passion, he knelt on the bed beside the two eagerly rutting women, his knees beside their kissing faces, and he took his twitching cock in hand and jerked it to its furthest level of readiness before slapping it against the two women’s faces. The gesture easily earned their attention, and their lust, as they went from being overwhelmed by each other’s bodies to wrought with interest in the heft and musk of his erection.
“Oh, yessss, let me care for that, my lord,” Vateesa smiled as she reached for his engorged cock. Conan released his manhood, allowing Vateesa’s dainty fist to be the only thing touching it.
With her other hand fisted in Yasmela’s hair, Vateesa forced the princess’s mouth toward Conan’s throbbing erection. But Yasmela needed little convincing to go along with the idea. Her slack mouth seemed to open instinctively as her parted, kiss-swollen lips were forced over Conan’s glans. Then, when she’d taken in his cockhead, her lips closed behind the knob, collaring the shaft of Conan’s hugely throbbing cock.
It was wonderful, she thought at her lips pressed into his thick girth, finding it unyielding in its lust. And even as she mouthed his prick, she kept feeling Vateesa rocking against her, grinding her pussy in an obscene rhythm against Yasmela’s cunt. Yasmela felt a pulse guiding her, making her pump her lips back and forth on Conan’s shaft, as though joining in on the lust that Vateesa was exercising on her, inviting Conan to be part of their shared bliss. In some impossible, magical way, Vateesa rubbing her sex together with Yasmela’s was the same as Yasmela milking Conan’s prick with her mouth!
The brunette blew out and hollowed her cheeks, working to suck on all she could of Conan’s massively engorged phallus. At the same time, she felt her young handmaiden slipping down her heaving body, not stopping until she was once more licking at Yasmela’s sex. The princess sucked hard at Conan’s prick, right hand jerking on the portion of it she couldn’t swallow, while the other hand reached down to Vateesa’s shimmering locks and held her to her task.
She opened her legs as wide as possible, as if welcoming in more of the sensations Vateesa was giving her, to work on the aching lust and fermenting arousal she felt from swallowing Conan’s manhood. The tremors of awakening delight she had experienced at first had now become wild eruptions. She felt her climax rushing up to her as surely, as vividly, as the sun came up with the dawn.
“MMMMMMMMMM!” she groaned, lips wrapped around Conan’s member, loving the thought of mouthing it as she came.
But just before her shuddering body finished its journey over the edge, Vateesa’s tongue withdrew from her cunt. “It’s my turn to have him in my mouth, highness.”
Wantonly, the handmaiden crawled up Yasmela’s body, not stopping until she was close enough to kiss her mistress once more. But it wasn’t Yasmela to whom her lips were offered. The princess felt Conan’s prick pull away from her mouth with a wet, obscene slurp, until it was gone from between her lips and offered to Vateesa.
“Oh, you dirty bitch,” Yasmela sighed excitedly, watching Vateesa’s lips circle around Conan’s endowment. First, the impassioned head, then she ran her lips lovingly down his shaft, taking it all she could of its length with her cheeks puffing and hollowing like a bellows.
Unable to hold herself back, Yasmela licked and mouthed the rest of Conan’s hard, hot cock, which Vateesa’s mouth couldn’t reach—it protruded between her splayed lips and Conan’s bloated balls.
Yasmela lay with Vateesa, beneath her, their bodies taking up the old dance as they both suckled at Conan’s erection. The princess felt her friend’s lush nakedness, the press of it against her own receptive body, and their cunts hotly merged, pushing together like two separate parts of one luscious pleasure, striving to make themselves whole again, united in delicious ecstasy.
“Crom, you know your place now!” Conan breathed. Even his long years of whoremongering and ravishing could not prepare him for the unexpected delights of these two wanton maidens, releasing themselves to their urges for the first time with him.
He moved his girthy erection from one eagerly sucking set of lips to the other. Back and forth, his cock went, sampling how both mouths strove for his cum. His hips swayed, fucking into both mouths too, seeing how a princess took his prick compared to a handmaiden. And yet, both women were growing more and more passionate. They tore themselves away from his member to kiss each other greedily, yet still grasped his tool in their hands, stroking it, playing with it, alternately claiming it for themselves or offering it to the other to voyeuristically watch how it was suckled in another’s mouth.
“Yesss, Vateesa, my sister, suck him, put your lips around that virile cock!” Yasmela moaned, in a voice she would not recognize if she were bothering to listen to herself.
With a guttural groan, Conan broke free of their lewd demands and moved behind their conjoined bodies, his lust grown beyond what their small, curious urges could sate. Now he would take what he wanted.
Yasmela gasped at the added intensity as Conan lay down on top of Vateesa, sandwiching her handmaiden between herself and the barbarian. Soon, she realized with a lascivious start what Conan was doing. He had thrust into Vateesa’s prone body from above, and the handmaiden now moaned wildly, her face contorted with lust as it pressed against Yasmela’s. Her expression was both pained and blissful as she closed her eyes, quivering lips pressing and retreating from a kiss with Yasmela.
“OH! OOOHHH! FUCK MEEEEE!”
Yasmela could feel Conan rutting into her, the shocks of the impacts rippling right through Vateesa’s body and into hers, his cum-bloated balls swinging between Vateesa’s parted thighs and impacting Yasmela’s bare cunt. With each thrust Conan took into Vateesa’s tightly eager slit, the bed rocked for all three of them. Vateesa’s taut belly roiled and rippled with the strokes Conan was making inside it, Yasmela able to feel the reverberations against her own stomach. It spurred her Sapphic passion on as they kissed, the brunette jamming her tongue deep into her handmaiden’s lovingly accepting mouth.
Conan shifted his weight; Yasmela heard his prick being drawn with obscene slickness from Vateesa’s wetly clinging sex. The next thing she knew, it was poised at her own unresisting opening. Conan was in position to move from one hungering cunt to another at will, and now he took hers with a vengeance, fucking her no differently than Vateesa. As if she were not the virgin she was, but a slattern just like Vateesa had proved herself to be. The handmaiden stayed between them, buffeting Conan’s thrusts like Yasmela was wrapped in silk, which only increased how lascivious being fucked by him was.
“AHH!” Conan gasped as he plunged into Yasmela’s cunt, breaking through her maidenhead, sparks of fiery pain charging into her alongside the pleasure that flared in her receptive folds. “That does it, little wench! That takes care of you being some vestal virgin for the throne! Now to see how good a slut we can make of you!”
“Ohhh, Conan!” Yasmela shuddered. “That… that hurt! Please, not so hard!”
She didn’t know if her pleas would’ve moved him, except that Vateesa stroked her body while rolling her own against Conan’s, cooling down the seething lust and simmering pain they felt.
“Easy, easy,” Vateesa said consolingly. “Conan will hold still for a moment while you get over the pain. Then he’ll teach you how it feels to be fucked.” And she spun around so that she was facing the Cimmerian just as Yasmela was, turning her touches and her puckered lips on him.
“Aye. Something you already know well!” Conan said boisterously, pulling Vateesa to his body to caress and kiss. Yasmela could feel the answering throbs of his prick within her, raging with the lust he felt for the handmaiden—and, she realized, for her as well. Everything he was doing to Vateesa with his hands and mouth… everything he’d done to her with his cock… would be visited on the princess in short order.
She lay still, almost fearing to move, feeling the huge prick inside her. It stretched her cunt and she worried it might tear her open yet—it had felt like it was doing so when it went into her, but now she could feel she was still intact, after a fashion, the pain subsiding except for those flickers she got when pulses of his arousal ran through his hot length. Her sex ached from his brutal entry, yet there was a strange warmth to that soreness. A greater warmth over the rest of her flesh. In some peculiar way, Yasmela felt accomplished. She had done it! She was fucking! She was a woman and she had a man.
Suddenly, she did not want to share him with Vateesa.
As Conan nonchalantly devoured Vateesa’s lips and felt the many curves of her ripe body, Yasmela began to sway, her hips undulating, until she was ecstatically masturbating himself on the stiff cock the barbarian had plunged down into her. She ran her hands up her body until they were holding her breasts, then she kneaded and massaged the supple flesh, teasing her taut nipples up from her areolas.
Even as Conan kissed Vateesa, he watched as Yasmela brought the tip of one outsized teat up and bent her neck to kiss the nipple. The wantonness of the sight made his manhood surge inside her. He thrust Vateesa down next to her mistress, almost forgotten, and descended on Yasmela once again, the lewd slurp of his prick going into her sex filling the room. And Yasmela gyrated her hips wildly around his impaling length.
The tight, wet heat of Yasmela’s cunt sucked at Conan’s rampaging prick like it wanted nothing else. The princess, shamelessly excited, soon felt as though she were past climax—that she was too aroused to ever orgasm. She had never imagined fucking could be so good… if it were, why must she wait so long to experience it?
“Mmmmmmm!” she hummed into Vateesa’s own passion-flushed face, wanting the night to go on forever… and it seemed to.
They changed positions as if staying in one place too long might fuse their bodies together in that pleasure for all eternity. Now it was Yasmela on top of her handmaiden, staring down at her second lover’s sultry face while Conan fucked into her hungry pussy from behind. She kissed her gratefully, loving the passion that Vateesa had introduced her to.
And the night became wilder, more decadent. Half the time, Yasmela didn’t care who she was fucking, and half the time Yasmela couldn’t tell who was fucking her. All she knew was that she was getting fucked to her heart’s content—pleasured enough to make up for whatever hardships the future might hold. And satisfied, perhaps, for all eternity.
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