Fingering to orgasm.

The Akkadian was not completely naive or inexperianced to the concept of giving pleasure to a woman without using his cock. Indeed, with the great size with which he had been blessed in that respect, he had usually found it necessary to ensure that a female was suitably lubricated and loosened before attempting to penetrate her. However he had always considered this as merely a necessary chore prior to claiming a woman. He had on occasion witnessed two females together as a performance put on for men's pleasure in taverns or the halls and campsites of warlords, but had always assumed that their climaxes were feigned for the audiances tittilation.

"As you wish witch." The assassin replied. "But I can assure you that my fingers will be poor substitute to the pleasure I could give you with my real body."

"Such arrogance Akkadian." The Sorceress laughed. "So like a man you think despite how you look."

"I will admit that your cock was magnificent and gave me great pleasure to feel it within me." The exotic magic user continued. "But as you will find, a woman's touch though differing to being ploughed by a male's cock is in no way an inferior substitute."

The Akkadian simply grunted in unconvinced response. During the conversation the witch's fingers had continued to work inside his newly acquired cunt just as his own fingers were thrusting into hers. Both their pussies were wet and responsive to the other's fingering and at this point the Akkadian would normally have abandoned his foreplay and thrown the woman on her back to spread her legs and fill her cunt with his cockmeat.

"Now attend my actions Akkadian, and copy them." The Sorceress whispered in the assassin's ear.

The Akkadian felt what could only be the witch's thumb slide up his slick pussylips and apply gentle pressure to the fleshy folds located just above his vagina. When the ball of her thumb found the swollen little nubbin discretely hidden beneath the hood the assassin gasped. The Sorceress's thumb pressed against the swollen nub through the folds and began to circle the engorged clit. The sensation was intense and the Akkadian squirmed his hips in automatic response as his breathing become heavy and slightly ragged. He attempted to concentrate with difficulty and as he had been commanded did his best to duplicate the witch's actions with his own thumb.

"Not as roughly Akkadian." The Sorceress scolded. "Tease it gently."

The Akkadian obeyed, copying what he felt the Sorceress doing to his body. The breath of both women grew steadily heavier and more erratic as their arousal increased and both began to sigh and moan with lust. The Akkadian clutched the Sorceress tightly, as much to support himself as anything else and his unfamiliar breasts were crushed against hers. He could feel the hard points of her nipples raking his soft mounds just as he felt his own hardened nipples pressing into her titflesh.

"Tell me Akkadian, does this feel like poor substitute for cock." The Sorceress asked, her words coming in breathy gasps from her own arousal.

Never having known or wished to know what a cock felt like to receive the Akkadian could not begin to judge. What he was experiancing right now however felt like no poor substitute for anything he could imagine. His loins felt on fire and his body moved sensuously against the Sorceress's naked flesh without his bidding. The witch had gradually increased the speed of her thumb's movements upon his clitoral hood and an unfamiliar feeling was rapidly mounting within him. Just when the assassin thought the sensation within him could not grow more intense he reached and passed over the threshold of his first female climax.

"Yes, yes Akkadian let he hear your ecstasy." The Sorceress crowed as the Akkadian climaxed to her touch.

It felt as if sorcerous fire was exploding within his body, much like the fireballs he had seen magic users cast. The Akkadian cried out and his fingers dug into the Sorceress's soft flesh as he gripped her tightly to prevent himself from falling to the ground. His body felt like a boneless mass of jelly as he shook and moaned in sexual fulfilment. His climax lasted several seconds, but to the assassin it felt an eternity. Gasping and shaking as the sensations slowly subsided the Akkadian's mind cleared slowly until he felt he could think clearly once more.

"My gods!" The Akkadian swore. "I had no idea. Is that what all women feel?"