He does.

The Akkadian has to quickly review the options open to him. Attacking Trimon or attempting to flee is just as hopeless as ever. No doubt Naerwyn in her present devoted state would assist him, but Trimon could easily subdue two naked wenches even without the numerous guards who were close by.

Refusing Trimon's demand was likely to anger the warlord and goad him to **** the issue anyway and leave the powerful warrior suspicious and wary.

The assassin reluctantly came to the conclusion that he should submit to the warlord's demand and continue with his original plan of lulling his target into a false sense of security through sexual favours before recovering the invisable dagger and ending his life.

"Of course if my lord insists I will submit to his will." The Akkadian agrees, inwardly cringing and hating the honeyed words as they leave his lips.

"My lord please, this is not necessary." Naerwyn protests on the Akkadian's behalf. "My sweet Minaja loves me dearly I just know it. She would never play me false."

"Hush Naerwyn." The Akkadian urges the thief. "If it pleases the lord Trimon to see you fuck me and in so doing restore the balance between us then so be it."

The assassin unbuckles the harness holding the dildo in place. As the big black cock leaves his crotch he feels almost the same loss he had felt when the sorceress had used her magic to his real cock. He is used to hiding his emotions however and smiles sweetly as he passes the harness to the rogue.

"You see, Naerwyn, was it?" Trimon says to the redhead. "Minaja is eager for you to make love to her and have you fuck her whorish cunt."

The Akkadian muses to himself as he watches the beautiful thief relax and set about strapping the harness onto herself. No wonder the sorceress was so wroth with the warlord and wanted his life. The witch had made many enemies in Al Areth and keeping the unswerving devotion of her handmaidens must have been imperative to her safety. Once Trimon was despatched he should recover this device and present it to the witch to curry her favour and ensure that she honoured her agreement and restored his body to him.

"So Minaja, how does your novice Naerwyn please you now?" Trimon asked, ending the assassin's reverie.

The Akkadian looked at the thief's loins. The magical dildo looked much bigger and fearsome now it was strapped onto another woman and destined to be thrust into his own furrow.