No-one wants to lose.

The Akkadian listened to Trimon's proposal with growing concern. He was used to being an alpha male in any circumstance and the idea that might be **** to submissively offer his bottom and be spanked like a slut, especially by a woman appalled him. Though in the scant minutes he had known her, he was fast growing to both respect and feel attraction to Naerwyn he was determined that if either of them should be treated so it should rightfully be her. Besides, as she had already shown that she didn't automatically fall into a submissive role where he was concerned this provided opportunity for him to physically assert his dominance over the thief.

All that aside his killer's mind was already looking ahead and weighing the warlord's words. The barbarian had already declared his intention to sodomise Naerwyn's virgin ass. If Trimon was anything like the Akkadian, and he grudgingly admitted that they were very similar in thought. Then a freshly spanked and glowing behind would be very literally a red rag to a bull. If the warlord was occupied with buggering Naerwyn, then the Akkadian might well be able to retrieve his dagger and slay his target. A chastened Naerwyn might far more easily accept his role as top dog, or in this case top bitch.

These thoughts flashed through the assassin's devious mind in a bare instant. He had already braced himself both mentally and physically as if for battle when Trimon finished speaking.

“Let the performance being!”

The Akkadian moved swiftly, his hand circling Naerwyn's ass and grabbing one firm buttock. His other hand pressed up directly between her thighs to **** the girl's cunt. Naerwyn had been turning, her mouth opening as if to speak and was caught surprised by the assassin's attack. Whatever words she meant to utter were lost as she let out a startled squeal.

The assassin thrust two fingers into Naerwyn's tight cunt without delay and was pleased to find her crease already moist. Naerwyn's beautiful face scowled at him and then set in an angry and determined glare. The thief grabbed the Akkadian by the back of his neck and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Her other hand imitated his own and dove between his thighs to counterattack his own cunt. Their breasts crushed against one another, soft flesh flattening as both bodies writhed.

"Submit, little whore." Naerwyn hissed quietly in the Akkadians mouth. "If Trimon has your ass I will have him defenceless."

Naerwyn had obviously reached the same conclusion and plan that the assassin had, though fractionally slower. The difference being that the thief envisioned that the Akkadian should be the one spanked and sodomised.

"You submit thief." The Akkadian whispered back. "I have a blade nearby. When his cock is busy I can plunge it through his heart."

Both Naerwyn's and the Akkadian's fingers remained busy during this exchange, plunging into one another's cunts with savage haste. Both vaginas were slick with flowing juice and soft wet sounds could clearly be heard as their fingers thrust and withdrew.