It ends the fight.

Naerwyn screams by the surprised **** on her anus. This causes her to to arch her back and whip her head up as her mouth evacuates the Akkadian's cunt. The violation so surprises the auburn haired rogue that her hands grab the bed sheets behind her, leaving no current attack on her opponents most sensitive place of defense, and her in a most compromised position.

Now with Naerwyn sitting on the assassins face the Akkadian takes full use of her retreat. Again, he drives his finger as hard as he can into her very tight ass. The thief screams and to relieve the pain from this unwanted **** Naerwyn has to drive her hips deeper into the awaiting mouth of the Akkadian.

The assassin's strategy is going all according to plan. The arrogant thief's sex is now open to a full attack, while the assassin?s is given a reprieve. The Akkadian hopes that his rear guard action was launched at the critical time of the battle, when one swift attack would bring its climax.

Using all his oral skills he lashes out at the thief's pussy. When Naerwyn tries to bend down to pleasure the assassin she is met with another swift trust into her anus, again causing her to arch up into a sitting position, her poor cunt being worked over while the assassin's goes unstimulated.

"You fucking bitch!" Naerwyn swears in a voice that is more desperation than rage. If he could, the assassin would smile, knowing that victory is close.

"No, fuck, no!" The big tittied thief almost begs as she loses control of body and involuntarily begins to hump the Akkadian, her lust getting the better of her. "No, not like like this! Ashtoreth help me!" She cries out in a hopeless prayer. **** she tries to reach down and in a vain attempt to reinsert her fingers into the Akkadian's cunt. It is all too little and all too late. The assassin, still madly performing his best cunnilingus on her gives the thief's ass one final spear of his finger. Naerwyn's hands, just inches away from her opponents cunt, never reach their target. Suddenly her hands clench, her knuckles turning white, and with that the auburn beautiful surrenders to defeat. Arching her back one final time, her breasts wildly bouncing up and down, her hands giving up on their target as the reach up and grab her own hair. For a brief second she is silent, holding her breath trying to avoid the inevitable, and then Naerwyn screams. "NOOOO!!!" And explodes in a massive orgasm.

The Akkadian, almost suffocating, as ejaculated cum runs down his face, nevertheless continues to tongue lash the defeated rogue, to make clear to the wench who has won. Panting violently Naerwyn can only stammer out between deeps breaths. "No, no, no."

When the assassin is done with Naerwyn he unceremoniously dumps her to the side and stands from the bed. An arrogant smile beams across his face. This is probably his greatest sexual triumph, and it was all done without his best weapon.

Trimon claps. "Well done! Well done!" Putting his hand on the assassin's shoulder he praises the Akkadian. "Truly an epic struggle! Though your opponent was taller and stronger than you, Minaja, you used tactics and experience to utterly defeat her. You would make an excellent general, my favorite whore." The warlord puts the large gold coin into the assassin's hand. "This is well earned. In fact I vow to donate another five coins to your guild mistress in your name."

"Stupid witch!" Naerwyn stammers from the bed, half collapsed still trying to catch her breath. Her bitterness is sweet to the Akkadian's ego.

"Come now, whore." Trimon lectures the defeated thief. "The combat was fair and honorable; you should congratulate your guild sister on such a well-played game. I am not without appreciation for your role in this drama either wench. I will give another gold to the guild in your name with my highest recommendation to your guild mistress on your promising skills and fiery passion."

"I am, however, afraid novice, that in sex as in war, defeat is always costly, no matter how noble was the effort in the struggle. So as to the victorious goes the spoils, so does the price of failure to the vanquished; so is the way of this world."

"I always pay my debts." Naerwyn growls, still out of breath.

"That is good to hear whore, because you are going to pay dearly for your defeat. Once Minaja is done whipping your ass, I need relief after such a stimulating show. You should thank me, once I am done with you, a finger will feel like nothing in your anus. In light of tonight a necessary skill for a whore to have, don't you think?"

Naerwyn doesn't have time to respond to the warlord's mocking rhetorical question as he turns his attention back the Akkadian. "The night is yours my favorite whore. Complete your victory and finish your opponent. You can use the leather strap on the table over there, or you can spank her any way you see fit. Once you are done I will teach your friend what true surrender is about. You may amuse yourself as you wish, and true to my word, I will only take you tonight when and how you wish." Looking back over at the thief, Trimon finishes. "Your friend will not be as lucky."