Trimon gives the Akkadian unwanted news.

The Akkadian lay belly down across Trimon's lap gasping for breath and trying to regain his senses as the second orgasm the warlord had **** upon him subsided. Smaller spasms of pleasure, like aftershocks still rippled through his body making his drooling cunt clench and twitch. The sense of relaxed exhaustion was rudely interrupted by Trimon's palm smacking down upon his buttocks in a renewal of his paused chastisement. The assassin cried out shrilly in indignation and surprise but was too exhausted to do more than squirm as the warrior spanked him a good dozen times evenly distributing the slaps between both cheeks of his ass.

"I think that is enough for now slut" Trimon growled. "My hand grows tired and your fine ass glows like the embers of a fire."

Abruptly the warlord seized the assassin's slim waist in his strong hands and rising he lifted, turned and nonchalantly tossed his would be killer face first onto the soft silk sheets of the bed. The Akkadian lay there struggling to breath and compose himself as the hot flush of pain in his spanked behind slowly diminished to a dull warm throb. Trimon crossed the room to pour himself a goblet of wine and stared down at the form the assassin now wore admiring the results of his punishment.

"I warrant that your attitude is suitably adjusted Minaja." The warlord said with a chuckle. "As enjoyable as taming a spoiled brat may be I have important news for you."

The assassin turned his head, blinking away girlish tears that stung his eyes and rubbed his sore bottom ruefully. He declined to comment, remaining dutifully silent and unwilling to let Trimon hear the tremor he knew would be in his voice if he spoke.

"You have probably heard of the success of my last raid." The warlord began. "All of Al Areth has heard of my great triumph. My company caught a caravan in an ambush and seized it. What is not yet common knowledge is that this was no ordinary caravan, but the largest shipment of the year from the gold fields of the south bound for Aghrapur. The Akkadian ceased massaging his flaming buttocks to stare at Trimon in surprise.The wealth of Aghrapur was staggering due to it's hegemony of the rich gold fields.

"I had heard that the gold caravans were too well guarded to be raided." The Akkadian commented. "And garrisons along the gold road would descend on any **** that managed such a feat before they could escape."

"You heard rightly Minaja, no doubt from pillow talk as warriors relaxed after ploughing your cunt." Trimon replied laughing. "It took brilliance and daring to accomplish such a raid. I had herds of horses coralled in readiness along my route back to Al Areth. In such a manner my company could simply change horses and maintain a fast pace to outrun pursuit instead of slowing to rest our mounts. We moved only at night as we approached so we were undetected and attacked as the caravan was spread out along a narrow path between the mountain and river so that their **** was dispersed."

The Akkadian though preferring to work alone had been present on several military campaigns and took this in thoughtfully. What had simply been a mission to end Trimon's life had now become a burning hatred of the man after being humiliated by him, but he was **** to concede that the warlord had displayed great cunning and ability in his raid. He resentfully felt a grudging respect for the warlord's wits as well as his brawn.

"The wealth I have at my disposal now rivals that of city rulers." Trimon bragged. "And such success means warriors will flock to my banner so that I might achieve even more. Why pick and nibble at a meal when you can bite off and swallow it completely? I intend to seize Aghrapur and make myself it's king."

The Akkadian was astounded by this ambition. Even with his new found wealth Trimon could not hope to conquer to richest city on the sea of Vilyet. At least not alone the assassin mused, Aghrapur had many envious of it's wealth and power. If Trimon could unite them with promises of great plunder he might just succeed.

"Enough about my heroic exploits and great strategems, they are wasted on a whore whose head is fit only for love of silks, shiny baubles and how best to please men." The warrior said dismissively. "How this effects you is that I have purchased your contract from the guild of whores. You are to be mine for the remainder of your term of service."