08
Sep
16

choices

He was done-in.  Kobo had worked his magic.  Any move on him  ..  anything  ..  the lightest touch  ..  the slightest push into those once-proud defined belly muscles  ..  it’d have the prick screaming.  Begging.

Well-and-truly warmed up.  Kobo had broken the fool down.  For all that conceited strength  .. for all his reputation  ..  tavern brawler  ..  head-case  ..  tough as old leather  ..  the prick hadn’t come up against a force like Kobo before.

When he came round  ..  it wouldn’t take long  ..  this Conan would be begging to dig for the treasure himself ……

 

 

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