Conan the Conquered Part 6
With the sorcerer’s seed inside ..
🕑 Added 2021-06-11 01:00:24 +0000 UTC
Conan the Conquered Part 6
With the sorcerer’s seed inside his large bubble ass, Conan felt a new wave of confidence as he emerged from the tiny temple. Thanks to the Sorcerer, He now wore the robes of a priest to allow him to get closer to the pyramid temple. The tunic came only down to his mid thigh and displayed his muscular legs. He easily mingled among the crowds, making his way up the steps of the pyramid. He had gotten about a hundred feet up the pyramid when trumpets blew to announce the beginning of the ceremonies. The crowds gathered closer around Conan and his progress up the pyramid was blocked as guards and soldiers lined crossed the stairs. The crowds roared as King Thulsa emerged from a gallery built half way up the massive temple pyramid. He lifted his arms into the air as the cheers got louder. He was wearing white robes, with gold emboldening. Over his long black hair, he wore a white headdress adored with the image of the two headed snake. A large gold chain with the same snake hangs around his neck.
“My children,” he spoke loud and clear. The massive crowd grew quiet. “We are here today to bring about a new era. The old gods had become decedent and immoral. Today we will rush in a new age, an age of the Serpent. The believers in the old gods must be converted. If they oppose or stand in our way, they must be eliminated.”
The masses yelled and cheered louder. Conan knew he needed to strike now. He reached into his cloak for his dagger. He was so close now.
Thulsa was loving the cheers and the devotion of his followers. His hands and arms in the air encouraged them. However, suddenly he felt a disturbance near him. It was getting stronger. Every sense in Thulsa’s body became on alert. His eyes scanned the vast crowd as his fear grew. Finally his eyes fell upon a muscular priest. This was no mere priest, the man’s legs and arms were much too muscular for any priest. Then he saw the man remove his hood and displayed the long straight hair of a northerner. Thulsa watched the stranger pull out a dagger, lifted it into the air and let go of it. The dagger flew through the air, above the crowds, straight at Thulsa’s heart. At the last second, with a wave of his hand the dagger fell straight down in mid flight. Briefly the sound of metal hitting stone was all that could be heard. The dagger of fine northern steel laid on the stone steps at Thulsa’s feet.
People were crying and yelling as they tried to flee in horror while the soldiers rushed toward Conan. He tried to escape but the mass of bodies made it impossible. As the soldiers approached him, with their swords drawn, he was vastly outnumbered. Using his powerful legs he knocked the first charging soldier off his fight. The next two succumbed to his fist and massive arms, Conan then grabbed one of their swords and began to stash it through the air. Thulsa stood watching in amazement and anger as Conan struggled and fought off dozens of Thulsa’s best soldiers. A soldier eventually got close enough to drive his sword into Conan’s side. However, Conan tried to keep fighting but eventually it was too much for Conan alone. The last thing he saw before everything went black was Thulsa approaching him, towering over him as he passed out.
Conan first heard the running water of a fountain then birds singing when he awoke. He was naked laying on the cold stone ground of the palace’s garden. He grabbed his side but discovered that his wound had miraculously healed.
“You have me to thank for healing you, despite your attempt to kill me,” Conan looked up at Thulsa’s large belly as he towered over him.
Conan tried to lunge toward the king. It took four guards, two on each side of him grabbing his shoulders, to pushed him back to the ground. Thulsa was impressed with the huge, shredded muscle of Conan’s body as he was held before the king. Conan’s back was wide and sculpted. The tight skin, stretched over the bulging muscles, was smooth and flawless. Thulsa couldn’t help from admiring the thick powerful buttocks. The king used his booted right foot to lifted Conan’s chin up. He saw the hatred in the muscular northern’s eyes as he look up at him. Thulsa smiled.
“When will you realize you can not fight me,” Thulsa roared in laughter. “I’m now more powerful than even your friend the sorcerer. Oh, I know he was the one that was helping you, as he plotted against me. He thought I didn’t know his conspiracy,” Thulsa looked up at the high walls where members of the royal guards in their gold armor stood on guard. “He even tried to infuriate my only bodyguards.” Thulsa’s eyes found the guard he was looking for. With a wave of Thulsa's hand, the handsome guard mindlessly stepped forward and fell off the high wall, crushing onto the stone floor far below. “You see you cannot stop me.”
“Take him to the dungeons for now, and let the men enjoy him,” Thulsa laughed.
Two soldiers lifted Conan by his arms and dragged him out of the lavish gardens. In the wet dark dungeons, Conan endured such humiliation he had never experienced, as the guards and soldiers took turns fucking his mouth and ass. They were rough and brutal, degrading him while they used him. He was on the verge of being broken. He had serviced many men over the years but this time it was against his will. Not even the guards of the labor pits were that rough and humiliating to him. He prayed to Crom despite knowing that Crom would not answer his prayers. He tried to mentally call for help from the sorcerer. However, he feared that the sorcerer had been defeated as well. However, despite how much that degraded and dominated him, Conan refused to cry out or show any emotions. He kept his eyes closed and tried to focus his mind elsewhere. Conan’s powerful body was bruised and broken. Every muscle ache when the guards finally left him alone in the cold cell. His hole was in ruins from the guards brutally pounded it over and over. Cum leaked from the destroyed hole, running down his massive thighs and on to the floor. He curled up, naked in the corner. He had failed, his family, his people, the Sorcerer, and his gods. He wasn’t left alone for long to let his failures sink in. A royal guard in the shining gold uniform came down the dark ancient steps toward the cell. “The King wants him brought to the banquet,” the royal guard ordered to the dungeon guards as they immediately stood at attention.
