Conan could feel he had risen up above normal. A gift of the temple-boy’s skills .. thanks to the tightness of his cords .. much down to her magnetism. Fuck, did he feel the power of her presence. Like he too was enhanced by that power she projected. Almost like he was a god himself. The woman knew how to turn a man on.
He didn’t have to look down. A solid pulsating power. He could feel how the pair of them could work wonders together. Just give Old-cocky his head.
“A god’s gift to women …..”
He took the words his gang had betrayed .. in her mouth .. seeing how she eyed him .. he took them as appreciation. Valuing the strength his loins were projecting. It wasn’t just HIS imagination running wild. He wasn’t looking down at himself. But he could feel her interest in him there .. as potent a touch as if her soft hands were fondling his firmness. Not FIRM. Fuck, he was like rock for her ……
“It was your plan to enslave this …..”
Her hand again travelled seductively over her torso. Stroking downwards .. Conan envied those fingers as open-handed they slowly caressed her front. Shit, how he ached to feel her skin fondled by his own coarse hands. Fuck. She knew how to tempt. But did it matter? Who was taking the lead? As long as Old-cocky got to do his tricks ….
He smiled back, his head acknowledging that had been his plan.
“Can hardly blame me ……”
Conan’s eyes were fixed on the hand on her lower belly .. fingertips pointing down. A signal. He’d never been one for words in seducing women. Better skilled at getting down to it. For Conan with a woman, actions spoke louder. And now his eyes glowed with fervent lust for her charms.
She paused. Her gaze moved over Conan .. stood in bondage for her .. fully risen .. full-manly for her. He felt her desires taking in the breadth of his solid chest. The look rested a while on the powerful strength in his shoulders. Unconsciously he sucked in his shredded belly when her gaze lowered .. lifting the force of his chest .. etching the power in his belly .. emphasising the muscle-packed might he carried there.
“Strong. Powerful build.”
Conan felt a surge of confidence at her praise. At her eagerness to get on with it. Old-Cocky had again come to the rescue. It was like she was doing his job for him. She was selling herself the prospect of a well-built virile male in her bed.
Those morons in his gang had fucked things up. But things looked like they were still turning out well ……