by SB
It was certainly a good night for him.
Observing the scene before his eyes, the Serpent Lord, dressed in a fine silken robe of green, red and black, with an emerald green waist-piece that held it closed around him, and a black headdress with a red and silver serpent-patterned front. He took great pleasure in the sight as he leant back on his throne, set in the alcove, his head sliding from left to right. Easily two dozen nubile women splayed out in the Hall, the incense spreading its pungent smoke around them, keeping them in a state of euphoric lethargy, able to only pleasure themselves further or his serpent priests that slid around them. Inhaling deeply, the smoke that drifted his way, his gaze dropped to his prize, the Princess Yasmina, of Zamora.
His priest, Yaro, had already informed him that her father, King Osric the Usurper, had been slain, resulting in her being the new Queen of Zamora. And with his own planned marriage to herself, that would grant him the Kingdom by default. The Act, simple retribution for his actions, when the Late King had sent those thieves to try and steal Yasmina from himself.
The one known as Conan, perished on the Tree of Woe. Crucified for his attempt to take his own life, the theft of his property, the slaughter of his priests and servants, and his pets. The last item made him drop his head in a moment of remembrance. Yaro had raised that snake with great love and care from the time she had hatched, and had his lidless eyes been able to close, he would have done so.
Such a Waste. Had he seen just what it was that his actions had gifted himself with, he could have amounted to so much more. Truly, a tragic waste of his own potential.
The one known as Valeria. She had attempted to storm his Mountain of Power in some foolish notion of vengeance. Failing to make it past even the kitchens before Rexor and Thorgrim had personally put her down. Though at least the act had made possible the return of the stolen Eye of the Serpent, which was now hung around his own neck of overlapping diamond-pattern scales. The wench herself was being properly prepared by the beast-men whose services he hired, and would soon be within his own personal chambers.
The remaining thief, Subotai the Hyrkanian, had last been seen leaving these lands. Cutting his heavy losses and moving in search of greener pastures. Pastures that he would claim one day, and when he did, he would be able to join his brief friends.
These facts lifted his mood back up, as he returned his slitted gaze back to Yasmina, the effects of the incense and the other drugs he’d fed her in full effect now. Her head rolling slowly over to the side, as the thin robe she’d worn had lost its purchase on her slender shoulders, sliding down her smooth arms and bringing more of her fine body into his view. A pair of rich, firm breasts hung well from her chest, with rich nipples that stuck out a little bit more in the chill air. Had his lipless mouth allowed it, he would be smiling right now.
He was interrupted from his thoughts, by the arrival of one of the priests. His serpentine head reaching down to be level with his own, hissing information into his ear hole. With a nod and a small wave of his left hand, he dismissed the priest and prepared for his next move.
Lifting himself up, he removed himself of his seat before bending down to pick up Yasmina, to which she responded well, considering that she was quite intoxicated at this time. Her own thin robe abandoned where she had laid mere moments before, leaving only the shoes and tiara to attire her, she was guided by the firm yet gentle hand of her master through an opening in the back of the alcove that would take them to his personal chambers.
A short walk through it led to an unguarded door. There was no need for guards here, since that alcove had been the only means of reaching them. Opening it, he guided the drugged princess through it, to where their privacy was assured.
The chamber here was immense, with a row of tables and shelves containing ancient scrolls and artefacts that he had acquired over the years, who’s knowledge he spent many nights discerning. While many experiments laid upon the tables. Having sealed the doors, he now took the princess along the next passage, that rose up as they traversed it.
His destination waited in this very next chamber. A number of well-cushioned seats, of many different styles and makes, with thick, soft carpeting to rest on was stationed here. A log fire burned fiercely within one wall, delivering its warmth into the room, small gaps high up another wall bringing in the crisp, night air to keep the room fresh, and a smouldering cauldron rested atop its stand near the fire. Setting the Yasmina down in a long seat, he proceeded to that cauldron to inspect its contents.
The still-fiercely bubbling liquid allowed the many pieces in it to rise and fall. Hands, feet, cut up arms and legs, an entire ass, the face could be seen but for a moment. The head of that wench Valeria. A forked dark-purple tongue flicked out and wavered as it tasted the air around the cauldron, taking in the taste of the meat.
Although pleased that it had been prepared correctly, he still knew that he couldn’t enjoy the succulent flesh now. The liquid still boiled, and would take some time to lose its heat, and he had no desire to scald his hands or innards. Not that he would be without things to do, for he already had an idea on how to use the time it would take before he could feast.
Having returned to the seated princess, he leant down to look into her eyes. His unblinking, golden orbs, with slitted pupils peering into her brown, rounded eyes as he slowly relieved her of the tiara. His drugs had done very well, she was completely under his control now. Stepping back a few paces, his free hand motioned towards her lower legs, the unspoken command given. She leaned down and with her small hands, she loosened the lacing that ran up each shin, before sliding one foot free of it, then the other. Rising back up to await her lords next command.
As she had done this, he’d been preparing as well, having set down that tiara on a nearby table before reaching under his robe, to slide the loincloth beneath it off of himself, allowing to drop down his legs and onto the carpeted ground by his bare feet. As he turned to face her, the thick shaft that that loincloth had held in had blood pumped into his, stretching and hardening it, permitting it to push the robe away slightly, the soft-purple head peeking out now.
Motioning towards her, she complied by lifting herself up and drunkenly approaching him, before kneeling back down, leaning forwards by enough to bring her head level with his hefty cock. Taking it with her right hand, she guided her waiting, open mouth towards it, using the left one to push the robes away a little bit more, allowing the inner walls of his thickly muscled legs to show. Her mouth now took in his heavy meat.
As it slid in and out of her mouth, she ran her tongue around it, the scale pattern vastly smoother and softer than on other parts of his body. He in turn, gazed down on her oscillating head, enjoying the sensation that she delivered to him there. This continued for some short time, before he decided to shift their positions.
Removing her mouth from his swollen cock, he set himself down on the thick carpets, the spread and raised legs now in plain sight as he motioned her to set herself atop of him. With her body knelt over his own, he could bring his snake head up to her moist pussy, dripping with juices. As she resumed her sucking of him, he began running his forked tongue in and out of her flawless vagina, savouring the sweet, yet tangy taste of the juices that came from it. His hands rubbing and kneading her around her firm buttocks, legs and waist.
Though now the sleeves on his robes were becoming a slight issue, since they were able to get in the way of his own scales from feeling every part of her. That however, was easy enough for him to remedy. Without stopping his tongue from delivering pleasure to her, he started pulling on the left sleeve, peeling it away from the shoulder, and revealing more and more of the arm. A strong arm at that, thick with muscle and power, attached to a torso who’s top left Ab could be seen now.
It was now that he saw fit to take this further along now, and manoeuvred himself out from under her to stand up again. A great deal of his scales in sight now since he’d pulled the robes open some more, using the waist belt to hold it on for now. Standing behind the princess who’d stood up again, he used his left hand to fondle her right breast, leaving the other one free to rub her nether regions, his cock pressing upwards on between her ass-cheeks, as he decided on the next act to perform.
For that, he brought them over to a wide chair, and then sat himself down on it, bringing her to kneel on it, her legs spread to the sides of his own. In this position, he was perfectly placed to bring his mouth to her rich, firm breasts, in order to lick away at them. Running his tongue over one, then the other, and back again, sometimes closing the mouth over a nipple to give it a little squeeze and tug which elicited a slight moan from Yasmina.
Not long after, he was ready. Pausing his actions for a moment, he shuffled himself slightly on the seat, sliding his rump forwards, as so to position himself better he spread his legs while she had her feet support her now. Using a free hand, he pointed his hardened cock in the right direction, as she was lowered onto it, the head pressing into, and then entering her vaginal cavity. Guiding her motions, he allowed her to lower herself, then rise slightly again, repeating the motion with deliberate slowness, her breathing becoming deeper and more aroused with each repeat. A repeat that quickened ever so slightly each and every time.
The Serpent Lord, for his part, had slouched back with his shoulders on the backrest, his head tilted back as he hissed in increasing pleasure with the quickened riding of his slicker member by her. This caused the headdress, which hadn’t really fitted that well on his head in the first place to slide down the back of his neck. Seeing no point in having it on anymore, he grabbed the sides of it and hoisted it up and off of him, discarding it onto the floor behind the seat. He now had his right hand fondling her bouncing breasts as she continued her riding him, while the left one started squeezing and rubbing her ass when he leaned forwards slightly to reach it better.
Perhaps a few minutes later, they changed positions. He slowly slid off the seat, before having her kneel on it, with her arms on the backrest, as he stood behind her and re-inserted his dick into her. Resuming the strong, rhythmic pounding of her as the motions caused the right sleeve to begin sliding off his shoulder. A fact that came home when it got in the way of his groping of her, resolved when he worked his arm free of it, the entire robe held up now only by the separate waistband. Thick strong arms, brimming with muscle, both of them in clear view now, along with a torso to match.
Faster now, he was ramming it hard into her now, his breathing quick and heavy, as was hers between moans of ecstasy. With hands that had trouble gripping delicately, he released the clasps on the sides of the waistband, lift the front end up and away before tossing it to the side. The rear of it falling to the floor along with the robe, leaving only the Eye of the Serpent upon his form now.
The climax approached, scaled balls crashing into her rear as juices poured from her, intensifying the experience for him as now he went at it with even greater ferocity! His own breathing became ragged as he became blind to all but the moment! He could feel it! Almost there! Almost there! Al……most! There!
At that critical moment, he pulled his slick shaft out of her as she was turned to face him, just as the sticky white mess blasted out of his tip and onto her front! A long hiss of absolute pleasure tearing out of him as he did so! Then another burst. After which she leant forwards and took the third, much weaker squirt of semen into her mouth, licking the juices off of it and swallowing it. Once she had cleaned it, he sunk into the seat beside her, as she swung around to sit on his lap, her legs around his waist, her arms around his chest. As they brought there mouths together and ran their tongues around each other’s for a couple of moments.
He didn’t know how along they ended up laying together, on the floor, nor did he care. What mattered was that she had delivered to him a fantastic experience, and one he was more than happy to repeat. Which was why he’d decided it would be worth keeping her around for a good time longer than he’d originally intended. In any case though, there was still something he was needing to do. That was why he’d already stood back up, allowing Yasmina to continue sleeping where she lay for the time being, as he returned to the cauldron whose contents he’d been waiting for to cool down.
Leaving the robe where it was, since there was little point putting it on just to get it wet, he strolled over and tested his hand in the liquid. Still quite hot, thankfully, though not to the point of being scalding anymore. He picked up one of the smaller pieces of meat that floated around in it, bringing it to his mouth, savouring the rich taste of it in his mouth, before swallowing the chunk whole. Feeling it slide down slowly into his stomach, sighing in contentment at the taste, and how well it had been prepared.
He was Thulsa Doom. And life for him was good.