Barbarian Time

Penny walks up from the mailboxes clutching a parcel and adds it to a pile by the door "Another parcel?"

Sheldon looks over the label and smiles

"Yes, its amazing just what you can find on the internet."

"And as it came addressed to you but to my apartment I guess it's something for us?

"I was looking for something reminiscent of our Age of Conan characters"

"you got yourself a studded loincloth and tigerskin boots? you'd sent Leonard blind!"

"Not quite. I was thinking more for you."

"Why am I not surprised?" she chuckles. "another excuse to get me naked?"

He looks apologetic. "I'm sorry, I was not aware I needed an excuse."

She laughs " Honestly, sometimes I can't tell if you are being serious or secretly learnt humour"

"Undress and I'll show you"

She raises a curious eyebrow but pulls her top off over her head then wrestles behind her back for her bra fastener as he starts opening the box. Sliding her bra down her arms she suddenly stops, clasping her arms together over her chest . "Sheldon! what the hell is all that?" he's sorting through a lot of packaging, pulling out a tangle of studded black leather straps with shiny chains and buckles

"The closest I could get to your Barbarian Princess armour"

"No way that's the right level, as I just upgraded to the Ravager breastplate"

"well, with some artistic license"

She laughs, looking at the tangle of leather straps in his hands "I'll say! and a lot less coverage. well, let's see what you found for me." She unfolds her arms, letting her breasts free. Sheldon smiles then looks back to the tangle in his hands, puzzles for a moment, turning it.

The Harness has a leather collar that buckles around her neck, connected to studded triangular shoulder pieces. From the collar straps hand down front and back and Sheldon buckles them together with nervous hands to cross straps that go round under her arms and breasts. Overall he enjoys the effect, the delightful contrast of dark straps and chrome metal on tanned skin.

Penny watches in the mirror, amused. "well, talk about lift and separate. I guess when you chose this you were after something to accentuate things rather than high armour class?" she wiggles, letting the harness move and seeing how it settles. "I feel like a heavy metal album cover"

Sheldon nods and steps back, hand on his chin. "indeed I was. and it seems to do the task quite well".

Penny looks in the mirror, takes a deep breath with her shoulders back and goes wide eyed. "Well, I'm impressed. it certainly makes them look good"

She puts her hands on her hips and stands astride, incongruously dressed in part leather harness, part jean shorts and Ugg boots. "What's next?"

"Mostly jewellery, I was uncertain how to continue"

He lifts up a metal belt, silver links heavy with metal coins and tassels.

"ideal" She loops it round her hips, loving the way is jingles. Taking several of the silky scarves hanging on the back of the door she slides her shorts down and starts to tuck them into the belt.

"What do you think?"

He nods mutely and she grins "My Lord taken over by his savage passions?"

"very much so". He holds up a handful of jingling chains "Bells for your wrists and ankles"

"oh, nice!"

She looks critically at herself in the mirror.

"This needs make up, I'll be right back . you get undressed" She heads into bathroom

Alone a moment, Sheldon looks round and considers the scattered turmoil of her bedroom. A mess as usual. He fights down the urge to tidy it, He has a girlfriend in a very sexy and playful mood, that takes priority.

He strips off his t-shirts, folds them and sets them aside. Places the condoms on the side table.

From the bathroom he can hear the sounds of the tiny bells jingling, the spray of hairspray, running water.

He takes off his shoes and socks, sets them neatly to one side.

He tries Lounging naked. It Looks and feels kind of ridiculous. But sitting bolt upright isn't correct either. He needs to think as Sheldor, one of the Corsairs of Umbar, the Wolves of the coast, the Swords of the sea.

He's still Lounging badly when the bathroom door opens a little and Penny asks "Ready?"

Sheldon sits back and claps twice. He's been planning for this and has wired the room specially. the Lights dim, Led candles flicker into life. From the speakers The 'Conan the Barbarian' soundtrack starts, track 9. The orgy scene.

"Ready" She turns off the bathroom light, and part opens the door.

First, he can see her hand, fingers splayed, making slow circles as she reaches up to grip the top of the door frame. Then with a sweet jingle of bells she lifts her leg, toes pointed down, and half steps into the room.

Keeping her body pressed to the door frame, her shoulders back, heaving breasts caged by leather straps. She's piled her hair up in wild curls, smoky eyes heavy with kohl, cheek bones smeared in streaks of black and her lips bright red

"There are many ways for a girl to enter her mighty Lords room." She whispers in a breathless voice "This is the most sensual. It is known."

She twirls into the room, a whirl of silks and bells . "sit back and relax, My Lord. Watch me dance for you"

She starts to dance, hesitantly at first , feeling stupid and self conscious but then just going with the music. Knowing this was his fantasy, that she was everything he wanted.

lifts her arms, rocks her hips, going for the slow and sensual to a faster rhythm, moving in time with the music then turns, faces the wall, puts both hands on it and arches her back, writhing from side to side, making the coins on the belt jingle and catch the light

Looking back at him on the bed, he's enraptured, awestruck and very, very aroused.

She pounces on the end of the bed and crawls towards him like a prowling panther. She can see what he wanted now, why the whole Barbarian thing appealed so someone so civilised otherwise. No rules, no boundaries, no layers of falsehood to deal with. No having to be nice or play fair.

he doesn't want her to act for him, pretend to be a slave or a warrior or a dancing girl. He wants her to put all that aside, show him just who she is and what she wants.

it's hard to stop thinking, to stop worrying, but she just concentrates on him. She's a woman, he's a man. She wants him, he wants her. that's all there is to it.

She licks her way up his thigh, kissing the root of his cock. she can see how tight his balls are growing, the gleam of a single drop of cum on the tip of his cock. She licks it off with the tip of her tongue, tasting him. He grips her hair, pulling her up. She Straddles him, Pulls the silks away so she can sit astride. she rocks her hips, teasing him, feeling the head of his cock slip over her, pushing down, letting him part her lips then rock back, til he growls impatiently and grabs her waist, pushing her down as he pushes up, driving into her.

Her fingers claw at his chest as she moans then she starts to rides his cock in earnest, working her hips, the belt jingling with the music.

She leans close to him and whispers "My lord, what is best in life?"

the Conan riddle. He'd never understood it so clearly before, it'd always seemed some quirky cod philosophy but now it's clear. The best thing in life is life itself, with all the pleasures it can bring. He grips her hips, thrusting up into her, this wild and wanton creature in his lap, His girl. "This. This is best in life"

She grips the head board and pulls, riding him hard, Feeling powerful, but also serving, giving him what he wanted and rejoicing that it was her.

Throwing back her head she gives herself over to her orgasm with a mighty Amazon war cry.