That convinced him. The white-cloaked figure had leaned into the officer on the balcony and whispered in his ear. The bitch wanted a peek, he knew it. Conan jutted out his chin .. in mock defiance. His chest lifted, his belly sucked in. He wasn’t standing up to her, secretly he wanted into her.
Going to plan, just as he had thought .. hard to resist. That WAS their high priestess. Who had her cruel way with beefy prisoners before she ordered them executed. And she was just as fallible as the other women he’d had.
His spirits were up. She was interested. Did she want to see more? His stance of manly defiance .. his torso packed with hard-muscled courage .. the macho look that no women he’d been with had managed to resist .. he gave it back to her. With everything he’d got …..
Under that veil did her face look like a pig’s arse? Did he give a fuck! She unlocked the door to that jewel. Pig’s arse .. turkey’s face .. all cats looked black in the dark. The white-sheathed figure on the balcony was scrutinising him, he could feel her eyes all over him. Conan had got her thinking .. no doubt. And she was taking her time .. getting a good eyeful. Be my guest. And there’s plenty more besides …… more succulent parts. She was taking him in all right. Taking her time over it. Things were looking up. Going to plan.
That shapeless shift revealed nothing of her, he wished it did. The long veil kept her features hidden. But Conan was getting the signals. Her eyes on him .. he could feel them .. all over him. He felt her gaze squeezing at the boulder-like strength in his shoulders. Up and down his chest .. licking at his muscled belly, he sucked it in, showing off the rows of delectable temptation. Could she resist? Stop her imagination for sinking further down below? He had the bitch hooked!
Get an eyeful, darling! Come get a handful. Not find any protest here! He felt her eyes stroking greedily over the might of his chest. He wasn’t fooling himself. He could almost feel her taste-buds licking over the rows of muscular strength in his belly. Come into my web, said the spider to the fly! He felt it. And she was taking her time. She was ravishing him.
“Take him down. Clean the brute up. Food and water …..”
The priestess had whispered again into her captain’s ear on the balcony. Then .. after another long desirous look over Conan’s near-naked body .. she had withdrawn.
Her captain ordered Conan taken away. “The brute will be judged at supper time. Bring him to the great hall then.”
Fantastic news! For Conan .. with all the thought he’d put into this audacious plan .. this risky strategy to get his hands on that jewelled cock … It couldn’t be going better.