Dreams and nightmares.

The Akkadian had often considered that sluts he had fucked claiming fatigue to be liars or exaggeratring, after all they merely had to lie in whatever position he chose whilst he exerted himself thrusting into their cunts. His new found experience of being the receiving party had modified his opinion on this matter. Though he had mostly lain submissively while Maeve had fisted his cunt he found himself exhausted almost to the point of fainting. Tzu-Tzi beside him seemed likewise spent from the Pict's strenuous use. Maeve who had played the most active part in their fucking appeared the least fatigued. The tall albino snuggled in between the pair of languid slaves and the Akkadian found to his amusement he instinctively felt the need to turn and cuddle the larger muscled body beside him.

"Sleep now little sluts." Maeve murmered soothingly to the smaller women, turning to give each a kiss before settling back. "You may need your energies in the morrow if Trimon or the Mistress have tasks for us."

The Akkadian lay only a few minutes more embracing the hard athletic body on the soft furs before sleep took him. His dreams that night or morning were a montage of the women he had encountered since the witch had transformed him. In his dreams however he was in his true form tall, strong and masculine. He dreamt of the previous night's events, but a much changed narrative. The exotic sorceress had bidden him to slay Trimon and then he fucked her hard in the alley where they had met. The witch he thrust up against the mudbrick wall as he ploughed her from behind until she cried loudly in climax and collapsed upon the floor to await his return.

He had strode boldly through the warlord's keep, slaying with ease any guard who attempted to stop him. Trimon he had slain after a more epic encounter, finishing the warlord with both swords buried deep in his belly. Rezma had then appeared, whip in hand and tried to subdue him. He easily bested her, snatching away the whip and backhand slapping her to the ground. kneeling on all fours in defeat he had fucked the Shemite mistress into submission. Leaving Rezma dazed and defeated he advanced to the harem, dispatching the eunuch guards perfuntorily in passing.

Throwing open the great iron doors he marched triumphantly into the seraglio. The slaves had fallen to their knees in eager surrender, grateful for their rescue and clamouring to reward him. In his dream his energy was boundless, each **** he had fucked long and mightily driving them to repeated peaks of sexual bliss until the pillowed floor was strewn with exhausted sluts with wide gaping used cunts drooling his inexhaustable seed.

The final pair of slavegirls standing had been Zula and Visha. The Amazon had sought to resist him, stepping forward to battle him as the Stygian looked on smirking oddly at the contest. Zula he had wrestled to the furs and pinned before spreading her strong legs and thrusting balls deep into her tight dark cunt. She struggled in vain in his grasp and he tamed her by the **** of his fucking alone, the resistance fading from her wide brown eyes as she climaxed repeatedly. Finally only Visha remained standing smiling strangely at him as he faced her.

"A most fascinating dream Minaja." Visha had been the first in his dream to utter more than deathcries or moans of lust and orgasm. "Though I think now that is not your true name."

"Dreams reveal truth that would be unspoken in a waking mind. Not this truth of course." Visha gestured at the slaves lying on the floor that the Akkadian had fucked to exhaustion. "That is merely vain wish. But the truth of what you are. Assassin, I know you and well remember our first meeting. I remember screaming from the slaveblock, my lover and mentor slain, the power snatched from my grasp moments before the demon Ur-Shulgi would have entered me and bestowed his blessing. I remember."

The assassin started awake with a jolt to find himself on his side upon the furs in the harem. One arm and one leg were draped across the still sleeping form of Maeve the Pict. Tzu-Tzi lay on the albino's other side likewise cuddled against the enslaved northern warrior. The Akkadian had not suffered a night terror since barely able to walk. Waking in a cold sweat with the taste of fear in his mouth and heart racing. But this was how he greeted his first dawn in the body of Minaja the whore.