From STYGIA With Love? [King Conan horror tale]
Mar 21, 2016 20:05:46 GMT -5
Post by buxom9sorceress on Mar 21, 2016 20:05:46 GMT -5
>>[ I have inserted a few new lines into this older tale ]
~~~ From Stygia With Love? ~~~
[ King Conan horror tale ]
A big gift arrives for King Conan at his Palace in Tarantia. He recognises its potential and makes special preparations before opening it.
The big Hall of Ceremonies was cleared, windows shuttered, and the huge doors locked.
The large bronze Lion-head high on the main door looked down into the hall with the steely gaze of a supreme hunter.
The big 4 foot high carved metal Bowl is carefully prised open.
Then a gasp of shocked horror is vented by the 12 Black Dragon guards and the 12 Bossonian archers as a thick black serpent-thing uncoils upwards from the bowl.
But as Conan sees the strange human-like Head upon the swaying big Snake body he only grunts in surprise when he recognises that Face.
It is the comely head of Fallon. A fiesty wench who warmed his bed a few years ago.
After her eyes begin to glow yellow and she hisses something Conan comes to his senses and shouts "FIRE ! " ...but nothing happened.
As he sees all his men drop to the floor in lifeless heaps he hears her evil mocking laughter.
Then she hisses loud and sneers at him...
" My message is for YOU alone, O king of fools. "
He turns his back on her and scowls...
" Well then, bed-warmer, let's hear it then? "
She cannot see his glaring eyes burning with blue hell fires.
She slithers her long neck between his legs stood apart and looks up from between his thighs.
He shudders as her long black forked tongue flickers out, and she sneers...
"Now this is the view I am most familiar with.
Hmm? I scent fine Khitan silk beneath your mail and leather.
It makes a nice change from those smelly old sheepskin pants you used to wear."
Then her nimble tail quickly wrapped round his sword-hilt and tugged it hard. Before he could react his big weapon was jolted out of its scabbard and flung in a high arc far across the hall.
As she laughed again, suddenly Conan quicky moved faster than a striking viper. As he sat down hard onto her lower neck he grabbed her firmly by the throat with both his big hands.
She gurgled in a strangulated shriek as he tried to crush her scaley neck. As her long form thrashed about, her slender tail coiled deftly around his head. He pulled his chin down to stop her from strangling him, but her powerful coils were starting to crush his helm into his skull.
He briefly remembered her wonderful bucking strong thighs from their many very energetic shags together: she used to be a wild champion in bed.
He quickly gave thanks to Mitra that her powerful thighs were not round his head and crushing his brains out through his ears.
He strained harder and concentrated all his mighty strength down through his arms. His fingernails dug into her scales as his helm creaked under her squeezing pressure. Something had to give?
As he felt her grip weaken ever so slightly he reacted very fast. He quickly reached down for his dagger with one hand and then plunged it deep into her exposed throat.
He ripped it up and down and then across like a berserker posessed by Thor. When the serpent neck was half cut through and the coils felt looser he stabbed out both her evil slit eyes, and then continued his grisly task.
Finally, he fully severed the grotesque head from the thrashing serpent body and threw it against the wall. It still spurted black blood as it bounced and rolled into a shadow.
Conan found his far-flung sword and calmly and methodically hacked the still undulating big black snake into many pieces of poisonous Stygian meat. Then he went to put the weird head onto a corner brazier to burn it back to hell... but the head was not there.
Before he could curse in the name of his brutal god he was chilled by a familiar voice coming from high above him. It was a gurgling whine of Fallon's voice, but it sounded like she had her mouth half full of blood. Conan rushed and grabbed a fallen bow and quiver of arrows but he could see nothing above him in the high shadows.
Her weird voice laughed again and mocked...
"You could always find a woman when you wanted one.
Are you losing your touch now? "
He shouted up in frustration...
"May Set take your soul, you vile shade of a harpy! "
"He already has, fool !
You must hear my message before I can depart." She pleaded.
He shook his big blood covered fist...
"Then speak it NOW, you teasing witch. "
"My master bids you into his domain. You always enjoyed my firm body. Please come and rescue my body? So we can be united again soon. Come soon Conan... COME..."
Conan's only answer was to shoot 5 arrows in rapid succession, into the taunting shadows above. He was sweating, and grinding his teeth in feral frustration.
Later, the hall and entire palace were carefully searched but the Head was never found. Only some Stygian serpent-styled letters were found on the big bowl... they spelled 'T.A.'
Conan knew exactly what they meant...
~~~~~
[ short story by Buxom Sorceress 2005. re-polished 2016. ]
This is my little tribute to REHoward and JSYork. They inspired my twisted imagination with 'the God in the bowl', and with the recent books about 'Anok of Stygia'.
I wrote this for all fans of Conan and weird horror.
====
So will Conan venture down to hot Stygia to avenge Fallon? Or will he just have a cool bath in the harem and have his troubles soothed away by wet buxom beauties?
What would you do?
Long live King Conan !
====
Please post your positive comments in here?
~~~ From Stygia With Love? ~~~
[ King Conan horror tale ]
A big gift arrives for King Conan at his Palace in Tarantia. He recognises its potential and makes special preparations before opening it.
The big Hall of Ceremonies was cleared, windows shuttered, and the huge doors locked.
The large bronze Lion-head high on the main door looked down into the hall with the steely gaze of a supreme hunter.
The big 4 foot high carved metal Bowl is carefully prised open.
Then a gasp of shocked horror is vented by the 12 Black Dragon guards and the 12 Bossonian archers as a thick black serpent-thing uncoils upwards from the bowl.
But as Conan sees the strange human-like Head upon the swaying big Snake body he only grunts in surprise when he recognises that Face.
It is the comely head of Fallon. A fiesty wench who warmed his bed a few years ago.
After her eyes begin to glow yellow and she hisses something Conan comes to his senses and shouts "FIRE ! " ...but nothing happened.
As he sees all his men drop to the floor in lifeless heaps he hears her evil mocking laughter.
Then she hisses loud and sneers at him...
" My message is for YOU alone, O king of fools. "
He turns his back on her and scowls...
" Well then, bed-warmer, let's hear it then? "
She cannot see his glaring eyes burning with blue hell fires.
She slithers her long neck between his legs stood apart and looks up from between his thighs.
He shudders as her long black forked tongue flickers out, and she sneers...
"Now this is the view I am most familiar with.
Hmm? I scent fine Khitan silk beneath your mail and leather.
It makes a nice change from those smelly old sheepskin pants you used to wear."
Then her nimble tail quickly wrapped round his sword-hilt and tugged it hard. Before he could react his big weapon was jolted out of its scabbard and flung in a high arc far across the hall.
As she laughed again, suddenly Conan quicky moved faster than a striking viper. As he sat down hard onto her lower neck he grabbed her firmly by the throat with both his big hands.
She gurgled in a strangulated shriek as he tried to crush her scaley neck. As her long form thrashed about, her slender tail coiled deftly around his head. He pulled his chin down to stop her from strangling him, but her powerful coils were starting to crush his helm into his skull.
He briefly remembered her wonderful bucking strong thighs from their many very energetic shags together: she used to be a wild champion in bed.
He quickly gave thanks to Mitra that her powerful thighs were not round his head and crushing his brains out through his ears.
He strained harder and concentrated all his mighty strength down through his arms. His fingernails dug into her scales as his helm creaked under her squeezing pressure. Something had to give?
As he felt her grip weaken ever so slightly he reacted very fast. He quickly reached down for his dagger with one hand and then plunged it deep into her exposed throat.
He ripped it up and down and then across like a berserker posessed by Thor. When the serpent neck was half cut through and the coils felt looser he stabbed out both her evil slit eyes, and then continued his grisly task.
Finally, he fully severed the grotesque head from the thrashing serpent body and threw it against the wall. It still spurted black blood as it bounced and rolled into a shadow.
Conan found his far-flung sword and calmly and methodically hacked the still undulating big black snake into many pieces of poisonous Stygian meat. Then he went to put the weird head onto a corner brazier to burn it back to hell... but the head was not there.
Before he could curse in the name of his brutal god he was chilled by a familiar voice coming from high above him. It was a gurgling whine of Fallon's voice, but it sounded like she had her mouth half full of blood. Conan rushed and grabbed a fallen bow and quiver of arrows but he could see nothing above him in the high shadows.
Her weird voice laughed again and mocked...
"You could always find a woman when you wanted one.
Are you losing your touch now? "
He shouted up in frustration...
"May Set take your soul, you vile shade of a harpy! "
"He already has, fool !
You must hear my message before I can depart." She pleaded.
He shook his big blood covered fist...
"Then speak it NOW, you teasing witch. "
"My master bids you into his domain. You always enjoyed my firm body. Please come and rescue my body? So we can be united again soon. Come soon Conan... COME..."
Conan's only answer was to shoot 5 arrows in rapid succession, into the taunting shadows above. He was sweating, and grinding his teeth in feral frustration.
Later, the hall and entire palace were carefully searched but the Head was never found. Only some Stygian serpent-styled letters were found on the big bowl... they spelled 'T.A.'
Conan knew exactly what they meant...
~~~~~
[ short story by Buxom Sorceress 2005. re-polished 2016. ]
This is my little tribute to REHoward and JSYork. They inspired my twisted imagination with 'the God in the bowl', and with the recent books about 'Anok of Stygia'.
I wrote this for all fans of Conan and weird horror.
====
So will Conan venture down to hot Stygia to avenge Fallon? Or will he just have a cool bath in the harem and have his troubles soothed away by wet buxom beauties?
What would you do?
Long live King Conan !
====
Please post your positive comments in here?
