He will.

The Akkadian looked down at the magical rod between his legs. He hated magic and sorcery with a passion, but for once the arcane seemed to giving him what he had truly desired. The rod's shape resembled that of a cock more or less, though it's pearly white surface, the lack of testicles and it's somewhat lower position on his body were all reminders that this was magical fakery. It curved up from his slit as an erect cock should and almost matched in size and girth the flesh and blood phallus he had been blessed with.

Barbra, though slim and definately womanly was still a few inches taller than the diminuative form the Akkadian was wearing. The pirate wench was also more muscled than the assassin, fit from the toil of a mariner. The Akkadian ignored these facts, his confidence drawn from the pearl phallus projecting rudely from his crotch. He seized the pirates shirt and pulled apart the knot holding it to expose Barbra's big round breasts. They were firm and proud with large ruddy nipples that were already stiffly erect. The Akkadian took each breast in a hand and mauled them roughly before pinching those big nipples and twisting them harshly.

"Ohhh, so you like to play rough with your sluts?" Barbra moaned, pushing her tits forward into the pain of her nipples savage treatment.

"Call me Akkadian, wench." The assassin attempted to growl, his sweet feminine voice as husky as he could make it.

"Mmmm, Akkadian." Barbra obliged him. "I have heard tales of you. A giant of a man who leaves a trail of bodies and satisfied women in his wake."

The Akkadian ignored the hint of underlying mockery in the redhead's words. He pushed against her big breasts and the larger and stronger woman allowed herself to fall back and sprawl upon the bunk. She spread her shapely legs and smiled up at the assassin lasciviously. Her ruddy cuntlips glistened with moisture in their nest of fiery red pubes. The Akkadian thrust his hand up between Barbra's thighs and he thrust three slim fingers into her damp slit. Barbra moaned theatrically and thrust up her hips from the bunk.

"Wet as a tavern slut." The Akkadian whispered to the pirate. "Yearning for cock are you Barbarossa?"

A flicker of annoyance passed over Barbra's face as the assassin used her old name, but was hidden in an instant by a lewd smile. The wench spread her legs wider and sucked at her fingers before rubbing the pearl phallus's rounded head and making the Akkadian shudder as he felt her hand upon the magical rod.

"Yes, always." Barbra answered. "And you are big and hard. Here I lie, soft and willing with my cunt wet and ready for you Akkadian."

The Akkadian pressed foward between Barbra's spread thighs and the beautiful redhead wrapped her long legs about his womanly body. Barbra's hand upon the pearl phallus guided him to her gaping pussy and a push of his hips slid the tip of the sorcerous cock inside her. He groaned softly as he felt everything he remembered as a man as he entered the pirate. The heat and dampness and the tight but pliable walls of a cunt as his cock pushed slowly home. He paused, savouring those first sweet moments when a man first enters a woman and her cunt feels so alien and yet so welcoming as it grips a man's flesh.

"Fuck me Akkadian." Barbra moaned, moving her hips and pushing herself up at the assassin. "Fuck me long and hard like you fucked so many other sluts and whores."