Good Themysciran Girls update

Diana was the most beautiful woman Yanna had ever seen, which made it flattering that Conan had mistook one for the other. And though the man had clearly taken many blows to the face, they hadn’t impaired his vision. Diana and Yanna were like two mirrors reflecting each other. Both had perfect bodies, creamy from birth and toned from work. Diana had a radiant smile, but to Yanna’s mind, her eyes were her most striking feature.

Set within thick eyebrows and long lashes that were as shimmering black as the rest of her hair, Yanna’s eyes blazed like flaming coal somehow contained within delicate white snow. Yanna had learned to use her eyes to give force to a dozen expression, from grievous anger to stifling lust, without detracting from the emotion by shifting anything else in her face. She could curve her lips in a bright smile while looking at someone with ugly contempt. And while she wore a poker face, she could make love to someone with a mere glance from her seeking eyes.

Her features could not have been improved upon if they were made of stone and a master sculptor were at hand, while her creamy complexion seemed to make it so her countenance was that of the finest white marble. Her sensual mouth always seemed to be glistening as though she’d just taken a drink, the pink giving a loving contrast to her dark eyes and dark hair and the milk-white smoothness of her skin. It was a face that many men looked at a second time; many women as well.

But still, she was not used to the hot, hungry eyes with which Conan looked at her. He wanted her—she was used to that. But he admired her too, even seemed to worship her with his lust. It wasn’t mere greed that a precious gem provoked in a man—the beauty of the thing made it more precious than a bag of coins. That was how Yanna felt. That he coveted her for her as well as the sexual pleasure she might bring him.

“Scullery maid,” he growled. “I have something to show you.”

He ripped his loincloth from his waist. Yanna’s eyes widened hugely. Conan was hung like a horse; she’d never seen a prick so big. It had to be more than eight inches, and enormously thick, the swollen head as big as a goblet. Yanna gawked at his manhood, her mouth hanging open.

“I’ve… seen one of those before, hill boy,” Yanna gasped.

“As big as this?” Conan leered.

Yanna’s voice grew husky. “If I’d seen a cock that big before, I would’ve had it inside me the next minute—and you’d be able to tell that from the way I limped.”

Conan burst with laughter. “Then you would like to touch it?”

“No. I’d like to fuck it.”

Conan strode toward her, Yanna taking the opportunity to ogle his huge, hairy body before she was crushed against it. He was burly and broad-chested, thickly muscled, and his ample masculinity excited her more than any amount of touching could. Yanna got ready for him, divesting herself of her tunic to leave her naked body bare.

Conan threw her down to the ground and then came down between her legs. He stuffed the engorged knob of his cock into the tiny wet hollow of her sex.

“Take my cock, Yanna!” he snarled. “You have no other choice—I’ll make that tight little cunt take it all!”

“Oooooh, give it to me!” Yanna shrieked. “Let me have all of that big prick!”

Conan grunted and shoved, filling Yanna with his enormous hardness. She was breathless, instantly in an agony of pleasured fullness. It felt like an ingot of pure iron ore was being rammed into her, yet she felt nothing but hot excitement. The deliciousness of it worked at her, making her relax, letting her juicy opening stretch around his pumping meat. Conan groaned and slammed himself clear into her belly, then paused for breath. It would not do to rush himself and come before he’d fully enjoyed what overeagerness might deny him.

“Crom!” Conan panted. “How many children could you’ve had? You’ve got the tightest pussy I’ve ever filled! Am I too big for you?”

“No!” Yanna keened. “I love it! I love being fucked with it! Fuck my pussy with that big cock, Conan! Fuck me hard!”

“Still a girl who gets what she wants,” Conan grinned. “I’ll pump into you until I’ve made up for every day I’ve had to do without your cunt!”

Yanna groaned in ecstasy, unable to contain the smallest part of the pleasure he gave her by pistoning his steel-hard erection into her, stuffing and reaming her wet little hole, pushing in so deep that his hairy scrotum rebounded from her buttocks. Yanna gurgled and her eyes rolled, pink tongue lolling out as she took the rough ramming of his stallion cock.

“Unh! Unn! Ggggghhhh!” she sputtered. “Do it to me—fuck me!”

“You really like to fuck, don’t you, my scullery maid?” Conan groaned, challenged himself by the fast-flowing adrenaline of this mating. “You know how to appreciate a good stiff cock.”

Yanna didn’t have it in her to be bashful. She moaned lasciviously. “Yes, I love being fucked, Conan! I want you to fuck me again and again and again!”

“By Crom, you best believe I’ll take my time in leaving your cunt empty once again!”

That was the position they were found in as Diana entered the room.

She stood there, shocked by the sight of the oblivious couple, her emotions warring with themselves for mastery. She was aroused, even nostalgic to be caught watching Conan taking another woman—driving her, if anything, to even greater heights than he’d forced the barmaid to while Diana was chained to him.

She was also shocked… scandalized… she’d thought that Conan was enamored with… or at least, that he’d given up on Yanna. That feeling of outrage pushed her into words when otherwise she might quietly back out of the room.

“Conan, how could you!?” she gasped. “You told me that Yanna was married—with children—and now you’re—you—you’re inside her!”

Surprised momentarily, Conan ceased his rutting and turned to look over his shoulder, the halt drawing a disappointed moan from the already vocal Yanna. To his surprise, he saw that Diana was not just being her usual priggish self. She wore on her face the unmistakable look of a woman in the heat of lust. He turned back to business at hand and fucked deeply into Yanna’s receptive cunt.

“Do I look like I’m wedding her, princess? Family or no, I’ve still saved her life. She’s honor-bound to satisfy her debt. And there was far more laborious ways to do so than allowing me to satisfy her!”

“Conan, CONAN, YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU’VE WANTED TO GIVE TO ME ALL THESE YEARS—ALL THESE YEARS I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOUR COCK!”

“Ha!” Conan grunted with amusement. “Come, princess. She’s indebted to you as well! Let the slattern fulfill her obligation with that wet cunt you’ve developed watching us! She must’ve worked up a thirst, making good what she owes me!”

Diana froze. There it was. What she’d longed for, tried to suppress, was now being freely offered. She could go back and redo that tryst with Aya, participating in it now instead of hiding from it. She could experience what it was that barmaid had gotten to enjoy. She could share in the pleasure that Yanna was reaping.

And she couldn’t think of a single reason why she shouldn’t, not even a reason to hesitate.

She swiftly pulled off her armored skirt and bodice, moving to Yanna, wasting no time in straddling her face and pulled open her own wet labia. Yanna smelled her aroused sex and opened her eyes. Though surprised by the unexpected arrival of Diana, she could no more resist the Amazon than anyone else Diana had met.

Yanna’s tongue snaked out of her red lips and lapped at Diana’s silky smooth pussy. She sent her tongue into Diana’s folds, licking over and around them, then briefly inside of her opening before licking upward to Diana’s swelling clit. Yanna swirled her tongue around it, before her lips embraced it and she sucked on the tender button. Her tongue rolled around it, over it, back and forth along all its sensitive contours.

Diana keened, gasping for breath, running her hands through her own ebony hair until Yanna showed mercy and ran her tongue back down along her slit to Diana’s soaking wet hole. She licked at the delicious wetness, then fastened her sweet lips to Diana’s womanhood and sucked, darting her pointed tongue inside Diana between breaths. She swished her tongue, licking through Diana’s folds with loving care, but harder, faster, giving Diana fucking strokes with her soft tongue.

Conan was more aroused than ever, seeing Diana’s plump ass replacing his view of Yanna’s face, hearing Diana cry out and the slick laps of Yanna’s tongue at her sex, knowing the two women were pleasuring and being pleasured even while he fucked one of them.

“GGEEEAAHHH!” he bellowed, fucking into Yanna’s cunt with the cum surging in his balls, baying like hunt-hounds for the woman’s hot wet pussy. He gasped, his prick blurring in and out between Yanna’s thighs like a piston in overdrive. “Here it comes, scullery maid! Here’s your debt paid in full!”

Yanna seemed almost not to hear him, so absorbed was she in how her lips locked around the top of Diana’s clit, how enthralled she was to suck its taste into her mouth. As she milked it with her lips, her tongue flicked at its tip, and she pulled with her mouth, maintaining the vacuum she created with her sucking as she stretched Diana’s clitoris from its hood. She moved her head from side to side, violently sucking and ravaging Diana’s swollen clit. It had Diana on the verge of coming.

Conan’s manhood shot a massive surge of cum into Yanna’s tight pussy, the sensation driving her clear out of her senses. Her cunt spasmed as the first rush of orgasm blasted into her, arriving in the heat of the fiery jism flooding into her pussy. But even the flush of satisfaction that suffused his body couldn’t dampen his passion. He pulled himself out of Yanna, still hard, and focused his hunting attention on Diana’s fat ass, splayed over Yanna’s lovely face.

For her part, Diana was distracted by the sudden stop in Yanna’s oral pleasure. She looked down to see her lover’s face slack, eyes glazed over, the only animation in her features how hard she was breathing as she tried to recover from the cataclysmic orgasm Conan had given her.

“No, don’t stop!” Diana moaned, rocking her hips, rubbing her pussy against Yanna’s slackened mouth, trying to revive the pleasure that was fleeing from her. “You can’t stop! Not now!”

Then she felt Conan settle behind her, his big hands muscling her buttocks further open, making way for the erection damp from Yanna’s cunt and dripping with his last orgasm. He pressed his cockhead into her anus, Diana startling when she felt the sheer size of his erection poised at her asshole, ready to sodomize her.

“Wait!” Diana begged, feeling his glans bull into her tight little sphincter, force it aside for the staggering girth of his erection. “Don’t—not there!”

But Conan was far more used to reading body language than listening to words. He saw only Diana’s need, a twin to his own, and he wouldn’t allow either of them to go without. He shoved forward with his hips and Diana felt a searing pain flare through her anus. She cried out loudly as his thick knob pushed through the puckered muscle, shoving it further and further apart until Diana thought she would be split open.

“UHHHNNN!” Diana groaned, feeling his cock flare all the way into her helpless asshole, all the way to his balls and the smacking strike of his hips against her ample buttocks. “GUNNHH! OHH!”

Conan laughed bellicosely. “Since Yanna is no longer up to the task of pleasing you, best that you attend to your own satisfaction! Feel your fingers in your cunt—fuck yourself there until I’m done with your ass!” he told her sharply.

Diana felt him withdraw his cock—the pain subsided—he eased it back inside her—the pain came back, but less of it—she didn’t even think to resist him—he pulled out of her—pushed back in—she felt heat between her legs and looked down expecting to see Yanna licking her pussy again, but her twin was still dead to the world. The flicker of pleasure she’d felt had all been Conan.

Somewhere in her pain-riddled mind, Diana couldn’t bear that much submission. She needed to fuck herself, not just be Conan’s bitch. She reached down to her turgid little clit and played with it, pleasuring herself as Conan kept up his obscene pumping into her asshole.

As good as it had been to fuck Yanna, fucking Diana—actually sodomizing her—was truly irresistible. Conan felt his ecstasy roaring back into him, his cum bloating his balls, ready to storm through his shaft and inundate Diana’s hole. With the virginal tightness of her anus, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long.

The Cimmerian reached around Diana’s lush body and grasped her full breasts with his hands, squeezing them tightly in his callused fingers. He could feel Diana shudder, but didn’t credit himself with all of her enjoyment. He looked down to see her hand at work between her legs, knuckles brushing against Yanna’s slack lips as she touched herself, his battle-scarred princess.

“Fuck yourself as much as you like,” he gritted in her ear. “Your orgasm will still be mine. Because I took your ass. Because my prick is hilted in you. Admit it. Even Yanna’s tender tongue doesn’t bring you the pleasure of barbarian cock.”

Diana could only moan, her head lying back on his broad shoulder. Her eyes closed, her mouth open wide, her pink tongue lolling out as he fucked her ferociously. It was the highest compliment he could pay a woman—that she could take all the fury of his rutting. And Diana didn’t deny how much she enjoyed it.

She felt his cock swelling, twitching—cried out loudly as those thick, virile reverberations sent waves of rapture through her tender body. Conan’s hands left her breasts, moved to her hips, holding her in place while he plunged himself into her clenching ass. He shoved into her bowels, burying his member to the hilt… held on with Diana bucking wildly in orgasm, her fingers buried in her sopping pussy as her juices flew from her, washing over Yanna’s face.

“GH!” Conan grunted as the first throb of his orgasm hit. “Hhn, Diana—yes—ready your ass—fuck yourself with your fingers—come with me, my filly, I’m coming!”

Diana screamed too, feeling her sex being flooded with the beautiful warmth of climax, her hand and inner thighs soaked with her own cream. “Yessss! Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me--fuck me--FUCK MEEE!”

His manhood exploded deep between her buttocks, thrusting a river of his seed into her until both their climaxes had passed.

Diana felt his cock soften, then slip from her clenching ass. She gasped for breath and felt his hand almost gently pat her rump.

“You’re good, woman… well worth a second ride… if you ever have need of a cock you can trust to satisfy your urges… find me… I’ll break you in all over again.”

He left her gasping in the aftermath of passion, his seed oozing from her tortured asshole, glazing Yanna’s breasts as the other woman still sought to recover from how thoroughly she’d been used. Diana could sympathize. Even with her superhuman stamina, she felt short of breath, like her heart would never stop racing.

She wondered… for when she returned to her own time… how many thousands of years it would take the world to produce another man like Conan.