He is eager to be serviced by two such beautiful women.

Now completely naked, the Akkadian assassin, and the thief from Tortage, walk into Trimon?s bedchamber, as the guards close the door behind them. The assassin begins to ponder how the two women will be able to kill the warlord. Both have been disarmed; his invisible dagger is inside the room on the floor near the door, though it is now several feet behind him.

The Akkadian is concerned how his weak womanly body will react in combat; so far it hasn't been promising. He is also worried how far Naerwyn is willing to go playing the role of a prostitute, before her pride gets the better of her. Their best hope is to play along in order to get Trimon close, distracted and **** and then make one quick and lethal strike. Tactically, the wisest course would be to let Trimon have his way with them and when he falls asleep to strangle the warlord. But is the Akkadian, let alone Naerwyn, willing to submit to a man's fucking? "Doubtful." The Akkadian thinks to himself, this means they will have to kill him while he is awake. But how? And with what?

Looking around, the bedchamber is dark and it takes a moment for the two pretend whores to adjust their eyes to the flickering light given off by the few huge candles set in finely wrought candlesticks. The room itself is decorated with the loot from Trimon's caravan raids. Rich silks and brocaded hangings adorned the room and finely crafted pottery and silverware were stacked upon furniture produced by the most skilled of artisans. The room is dominated by a massive canopied bed with elaborate posts holding the gossamer thin silks.

"Ahh, it is good to see you, Minaja, my favorite little whore." A deep bass voice comes from a shadowy corner of the room. "My cock has been yearning to retake that skilled cunt of yours for far too long." A figure gives match to the voice as Trimon steps into the light.

The warlord is a massive chiseled specimen of a man. His fair skin and shoulder length blonde hair signals he is a northern barbarian, probably from the lands of Vanaheim or Asgard. He is tall, broad chested, and his muscular body would delight any normal woman. Trimon is younger then the Akkadian guessed, which means his sexual endurance will probably be considerable. He wears but a wraparound loincloth, the large bulge in the center of it means he is also very well endowed. Turning his gaze from the assassin he hungrily looks over Naerwyn.

"So Minaja, you brought me a present, how kind of you. This is a new novice, hmm, she is very pleasing on the eyes." Looking back and forth between the two naked women, focusing closely on their breasts, Trimon comments. "I can't tell which one of you has the bigger set, and this amuses me greatly." Returning his gaze to Naerwyn, he asks. "Tell me whore, has any man taken you in your ass yet?"

"No." Naerwyn simply states in a monotone voice.

"Good." Trimon grins. "Though considering the size of my cock and how tight your holes are reported to be, I am afraid this will be a very painful initiation for you tonight. I am a northmen and we fuck like we fight, savage and brutal."

"But, let us begin this nights entertainments with merriment. I heard you two are to perform for me." He says in a very pleased voice. "So let's make a contest of it." With that Trimon holds up a large gold coin. "Whoever performs the best to my likely will get this coin. There should be consequences for losing, however, and the winner will spank the loser." Sitting on the edge of the bed Trimon looks over the two buxom naked whores and with a smile and commands, "Let the performance begin!"