Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2013 16:44:19 -0700
From: J M <ecclectic_soul@hotmail.com>
Subject: Conan, Ch. 1

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C H A P T E R   O N E  :  D U S T   I N   T H E   W I N D


       "Which one am I to serve?" I knew the answer because the other
servers could not stop gossiping about him, but I was hoping I misheard the
barkeep when he said it.

	"Don't play stupid with me, boy. He's the scary, loud giant running
up a tab he can't pay. Who else would I send you to?" His ruddy, whiskered
cheeks puffed up in a smirk. "Don't forget to smile!"

	I sighed and turned away from the bar to search out the man he
spoke of. The Silver Stag was a dark and smoky establishment on the
Argossean waterfront, windows hidden in the shadows of Shemish galleys
along the port. It was filled with the kind of obnoxious, bellowing
laughter that only too much mead could encourage. Several long tables
stretched across the room, their wooden surfaces dirtied by Zamoran
thieves, Hyborean mercenaries, and Brythunian whores all clamoring to
secretly rob each other.

	One corner of the room in particular was more crowded and
rambunctious than usual as men took bets on an arm wrestling match. It was
there, sitting amongst the coiled figures of half-naked women with his
muscled arm gleaming as it flexed, that I saw the giant. His long, dark
brown hair fell around a square jaw and broad shoulders covered with animal
skins. His heavily muscled torso was exposed, the scarred chest rising and
falling evenly as he smiled across the table at his opponent. But even more
intimidating than his war-hardened muscles were his eyes, like shards of
blue diamond cut on the frozen slopes of Asgard.

	I took another deep breath and started in, dodging and ducking as I
weaved through the crowd. Working a small bar packed with uncoordinated
patrons had been its own workout. In addition to that, I used every
opportunity I could find to help out sailors along the dock, so over the
last three full moons I had shaped my body into a lean, tightly muscled
frame. I stood at five feet ten inches, my brown hair streaked through with
veins of gold. Hailing from the jungle cities of Vendhya, my skin was the
color of desert sand. I was also a descendent of the Brahma nobility and
had retained their signature green eyes but like my hair, they were also
laced with gold. By most Hyborian standards, I was considered
beautiful-especially since the ancient Atlantean bloodlines were so diluted
that most men were endowed with only brutish qualities...like the man I was
about to serve.

	The brute's opponent was busy running his mouth when I reached
their table. "I've got you now, ya big ape! I can see your hand moving now!
Do you feel it? My strength is renowned throughout all the kingdoms! Get
ready to-" His voice cut off instantly as his hand was suddenly smashed
into the table with so much force that the cups shook. The brute had not
spoken a word; he simply smiled and downed the rest of his mead while the
man started screaming in pain as he was dragged away from the table. The
girls giggled, whispering in the giant man's ear and rubbing their
voluptuous bodies against his bronzed muscles.

	I cleared my throat, and then spoke politely. "Sir, would you like
some more mead?"

	The man turned and looked at me, staring for a moment. "No. Long
journey at first light. Where are your rooms?"

	His voice was deep and surprisingly smooth as he spoke, but his
dismissive tone was instantly irritating. The words escaped my mouth before
I could close my lips. "Where are your manners?"

	The women around him gasped, staring at me with incredulous looks
on their faces. One of the other men at the table, probably one of the
giant's companions, raised an eyebrow in what looked like amusement. The
long-haired brute locked eyes with me for a long instant, his expression
grim, before he suddenly burst out laughing. I stood there with a mixture
of confusion, anger, and regret. Not sure how to react, I was about to turn
around and walk away when I heard another gasp. I watched patrons from
other tables look over curiously, and then saw astonishment flash across
everyone's face when the giant man pulled out several gold coins from a
pouch at his waist.

	He handed them to me, and smiled. "You're funny. Now show me where
your rooms are, boy."

	The brute was staring strangely at my mouth, which made me realize
that my mouth was hanging open. I closed my mouth and swallowed, trying to
cover my embarrassment by deciding to avoid him for the rest of the
night. "Surely you would rather have one of the girls escort you to your
room? I would not want to impose."

	"Impose? Am I in a bar or a temple library? A silver tongue in
Messantia..." He laughed again, finally standing up. He towered over me,
his head nearly touching the wooden beams crisscrossing the ceiling. "I
have traveled a long way to get here, and I am tired. Show me your rooms."

	I glanced at the sheer size of his body, and decided it was best to
show him. "It's this way, sir. Just follow me." The scantily clad bar
whores complained for a moment, pleading with him to stay. When they
discovered their whining had no effect, they sauntered away to find other
more pliable victims.

	I could hear the smirk in his voice as we walked towards the inn
room hallway. "Are you sure you know where it is?"

	I bridled slightly, my voice flat in response. "Are you sure you
want a room?"

	He laughed again, his hearty bellow evoking a smile that I did my
best to hide. We walked down two corridors to the left of the main bar and
taking out a key, I opened a door framed in rich darkwood. I had chosen the
best room that we had as penance for my attitude. I was not sure why I had
acted so badly. There was something about this giant man's demeanor that
awoke a fire in me that had been doused a very long time ago. The soft
scent of Kusanian incense drifted out of the room as I walked inside and
lit two lanterns. Soft, golden light spilled into the darkness, dancing on
the fur-lined sheets decorating the large bed in the middle of the room. I
turned to leave, and my heart stopped.

	He had closed the door so softly that I had not noticed. Was this a
trick? Was he waiting until we were alone so he could rob me? Or worse,
kill me for my insolence? His back was to the door, and he was staring at
me with an odd look upon his face. He looked...violent? Or perhaps hungry,
as if he had not eaten in days and had suddenly stumbled on an overfed
chicken from the Shemian meadowlands. I felt the tickling sensation of fear
in my gut as my mouth suddenly went dry. I struggled to speak.

	"I...I did not wish to impose. I...I am very sorry, please don't
hurt me. This is our best room and I um..." Tears stung at the corners of
my eyes, as I bowed my head. Dizziness swept through me as I clenched my
fists and stood very still. As he moved closer, something dropped to the
floor. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for a painful blow. But what
happened next was nothing I had expected. I felt something rough at my
chin, and upon opening my eyes, I was surprised to discover his calloused
fingers lifting my face to his. He smiled down at me, his piercing blue
eyes like the exotic pools of a Kush spring.

	"What talk is this? I do not seek your apology. However, there is
something else you can give me..." He moved closer, pushing me back towards
the bed. His hand, almost twice the size of mine, shoved me down onto the
soft sheets of the bed. His course fingers trailed fire along my cheek and
down the side of my neck.

	Before I could even speak, his mouth crashed into mine. The taste
and musk of him was a heady, intoxicating thing as his teeth pulled at my
bottom lip, sucking on it as his tongue dived into my mouth. An animal
groan tore through him as he pushed me farther up on the bed, and climbed
on top of me. The tingling sensation in my stomach had transformed into an
overpowering, pulsing ache that spread throughout my whole body before
traveling to my cock. I was so hard it hurt. As my heartbeat quickened in
my chest, I found myself pushing my body against his giant chest, my hands
caressing his scar-swathed muscles as I explored his mouth with my
tongue. His hands slid under me and grabbed my butt, squeezing my ass
cheeks as he grinded his groin against mine. I moaned into his mouth, and
he growled with pleasure at the sound.

       Lifting himself off of me, he reached down and literally tore my
clothing off, his hungry eyes roaming over every inch of my body. His rough
fingers circled my nipples, tracing every ridge and dip on my smaller
frame. His hand reached my cock, a feather light touch sending shock waves
of pleasure through me as I moaned again. He had let the animal hides drop
to the floor earlier, revealing his impossibly broad shoulders and arms
that could easily snap a man in half. I was transfixed-if an Elder God had
taken human form, it would surely choose one such as this. Every angle and
curve of muscle and sinew seemed carved from molten stone, the shadows
dancing along his torso with every movement. Something else grabbed my
attention, and seeing it now, I understood the reluctance of the bar whores
to part from his company. A massive tent had been pitched beneath the
giant's tanhide pants with a growing spot of fluid appearing as he began to
untie them.

       When he finally pulled his pants down, I could not help but stare in
shock. His cock, like the size of his body, was enormous. It stretched
towards me, its large pink head leaking clear fluid that shined in the soft
light of the lanterns. Pulsing veins mapped the skin of its long, thick
shaft which was crowned by a small mane of dark brown curls. His balls hung
low and were very large. I discovered that my mouth was watering as I felt
the intense need to force his cock into my mouth. I did not know if it
would fit, but I was more than willing to try. I grasped it with my hand
and realized my fingers could not close around its girth.

       "I...I've never seen a cock this big. Do you ever have trouble
walking?"

       He laughed loudly, throwing back his head. His smile was ear to ear
as he spoke. "What is your name?"

       "I am Thelios." I said it distractedly as I stroked his pulsating
cock eagerly. He groaned before responding in a deep, guttural voice.

       "I am Conan of Cimmeria." I looked up, shocked as I realized I was
lying beneath a warrior whose name preceded him in almost every large
settlement east of the Pictish Wilderness. Even in Vendhya, the exploits of
this Cimmerian liberator and his band of allies were well-known, including
his impossibly long list of female sexual conquests.

       I let go of his cock, trying to pull myself away from him. "Is this
a trick? Some joke made at my expense? Conan of Cimmeria beds the daughters
of kings, or harlots when he's bored with scandal and the heat of
battle. Everyone knows this, so who are you really?"

       Before I could move any further, he clamped my arms down with the
speed of a Vendhyan panther, fixing his intensely blue gaze on me. His
voice had lowered to a growling whisper. "I am Conan of Cimmeria, and I
have chosen you tonight. Whether your stories are true or not, young
Thelios, such things are dust in the wind. The memories of men are not
conquered by bedding half the town-the hearts and minds of the people yearn
for freedom, and that is my gift to them. My purpose lies in the chaos of
upheaval, when kingdoms crumble before the will of their people. So who I
choose to conquer in my own bed is of no consequence, and I will not be
questioned about it." He stopped, a glimmer of his searing fire burning
within his eyes.

       Suddenly he started laughing again. "But this is not a conversation
to excite the loins. I seek the tight embrace of your hole, and I will have
it." He sucked on one of his fingers and began rubbing it over my hole,
pushing against it as he pulled one of my nipples into his hot mouth. He
tongued it and nibbled, pushing his finger inside of me slowly as I moaned
and shivered. I tried to protest, but every time I opened my mouth, he
pushed harder into my hole. I ran my fingers through his long hair, wanting
more of him inside me. He wanted kingdoms to crumble before the will of the
people, but all I wanted in this moment was my ass to succumb to the will
of his throbbing cock.

       I pulled his face up, and stared deep into his eyes. "Conquer me."

       That same look he had when standing with his back to the door
flashed across his face again, an insatiable hunger that devoured
resistance in any form. His hot mouth found my lips again and sucked on
them, his strong tongue massaging its way into my mouth. Forcing my legs
apart, he pushed his massive cock against my tight, shivering hole. I put
my hands against his chest, feeling the light matting of hair curl up
between my fingers. He pulled his mouth away, and whispered against my
lips. "Take a deep breath..."

       I inhaled shakily, throwing my head back as his cock began to
penetrate me. I moaned, fighting my own pain and resistance as my teeth
gritted. Conan's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the head of his
enormous cock finally buried itself within my tight, aching hole. He
stopped moving for a second with only our intermittent breaths filling the
silence as my ass relaxed around his engorged member. He looked at me,
smiling with eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Are you in pain?"

       I managed to smile back, my eyebrow raising. "You've almost torn me
in half, and you ask me if I'm in pain?" I finally started laughing. It was
an unfamiliar sound even to me, escaping my mouth in a singsong tenor that
felt happy.

       "But I want this. I want you. And if the pain is just another memory
of you..." I bit his lip playfully, grinning at him, "...then make it
count, Conan of Cimmeria."

       He smiled widely at the call of a challenge, leaning his forehead
against mine as he started pumping his smooth, thick cock into my stretched
ass. His hands dove under me and cupped my ass as his rhythm increased in
speed, sweaty skin slapping as he pounded my tight hole. My moaning pierced
the silence as he grunted excitedly, changing the angle. What once was pain
was now inescapable pleasure as my fingernails dug into his back. Wanting
more of him, I rolled over on top and began to grind my ass against his
long, fat cock. Lubed in spit and sweat and the clear fluid escaping from
his cock, I bounced up and down on top of him. His eyes squinted and his
mouth opened, as he stuck two of his massive fingers into my mouth. I
sucked on them greedily as my ass danced on top of his leaking member.

       "Ugghhhh...Theli...by the gods, your ass feels so good...milk my fat
cock, Thelios...ahhhh..." He groaned loudly, his head thrown back as I
gyrated with increasing speed over his cock. I felt the tightening at the
base of my balls, a contracting energy that spread from the spot in my ass
his cock was hitting to every extremity in my body. A desperate moan
started in the back of my throat as I crested a wave of ecstasy so
blinding, I nearly lost consciousness. I shook uncontrollably, my legs
bucking and my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I gasped for
air. It was the most intense sensation I had ever experienced, and as my
tight ass shook and squeezed over Conan's cock, he started breathing
heavily and growling.

       "Ugghhh yessss...I'm going to release...ahh here it
comes...ahhhhhh!!!!" He lifted my ass off of his cock just as I grabbed it
and started stroking. What followed was a volcanic eruption of white
spewing fluid that flew in every direction, coating me, him, and half the
room in sticky bliss. Our heavy breathing finally began to subside, as I
lied down in the crook of his arm. He started chuckling, then he began
laughing loudly again, finally sighing in pleasure.

       "Thank the gods I found you, Thelios...I have not released like that
since I first discovered I could do it."

       I was so blissfully happy; I could only manage to say one thing. "I
can't feel my legs."

       We both laughed. I began slipping into the soft black beneath my
eyelids, lost in the euphoric heat of his sweaty body. I felt safer in his
arms than I had felt in the last thirteen years. I had started running when
I was five, and now at the adventurous age of eighteen, I had ironically
found a sense of peace in the arms of the most notorious warrior in all of
Eastern Hyboria. But I also found myself wondering if I was yet another
meaningless conquest, more dust in the wind scattered before Conan of
Cimmeria's campaign of liberation. As I drifted into the lull of my dreams,
I thought I heard him whisper the answer in my ear.
      

       

**I hope you all enjoyed this chapter of the first story I've written in
several years. I have yet to continue my previous contributions (Secret
Admirer, Gladiator), but I am currently working on the next installments
for all three. I apologize to the fans of my previous work that were so
eager for the next chapters-life gets in the way sometimes. But I'm happy
to be back!  Have a great day, and I'll have the next chapters for you
soon!**

This story is based on the trademark writings of Robert E. Howard, and
posits no influence or commentary on the original storyline.