Make a deal.

"I have no love for Trimon." The Akkadian calmly states with a blade pointing at him. "In fact I desire to see his **** for what has been done to my body."

Naerwyn's eye brow raises, surprised that a whore could have the composure of a veteran soldier. "I see, what is your name whore?"

"Minaja." Is the only possible answer the assassin can give, deciding the best strategy is to say little and let this unknown woman reveal her plans.

"Alright." Naerwyn responds with sympathy. "I too know what it is to hate men." With that she lowers her sword and places it against the wall. "I am no assassin, just a thief. My desire is gold, not blood. I only kill when I have to." Looking over at the dead guard's body she answers the Akkadian's obvious question before he can ask it. "I killed that pig because he is a well know **** and deserved justice."

Looking back at the Akkadian, Naerwyn continues. "I will make you a deal Minaja. You help me get the treasure I seek and I will help you kill Trimon. Hopefully the two tasks will make the other easier. At the top of the stairs is a door that leads down another hallway. At its end are two of Trimon's best guards and then the bedchamber of the swine himself. We must be careful, however, in his room are several hidden devices that can summon half the guards in this damn place within seconds."

Akkadian nods acknowledging and appreciating the intelligence, for the first time since his transformation he is in a conversation he is comfortable with. The auburn beauty continues with her plan. "Since he is expecting you we should easily get by the guards. It shouldn't be too hard convincing them that I am an extra gift from the guild, for what man doesn't fantasize about bedding two women at the same time."

Naerwyn's eyes grow serious. "With no disrespect to how you earn your living and survive in this cruel world, I must tell you that I will sleep with no man. I may use my body to entice and mislead the pigs, but I have sworn no man will ever bed me."

Forgetting his current form, the Akkadian's heart sinks at the news that the gorgeous thief has such a hatred of all men and has made such a rash vow.

Walking towards the assassin Naerwyn's hand touches his cheek and lifts his head up so their eyes meet. "It will be all right Minaja, I am very skilled at what I do."

With a smile the auburn thief tries to lighten the mood. "Tell me Minaja, are you skilled in the arts of pleasuring a woman also?"

The assassin smirks, knowing this is one of few questions he could truthfully answer. "I am far more skilled at making love to a woman than a man. In fact I have bedded more women and none have gone unsatisfied."

Looking the Akkadian over with a lust in her eyes that would rival any man's the thief purrs. "That is a bold claim to be made, but one fitting of a whore who Trimon's summons by name. Your skill must truly be legendary."

Looking down Naerwyn again inspects the Akkadian's body. Her breathing slightly increases with excitement as the assassin can feel her breaths against his naked breasts. Returning the favor the Akkadian notices Naerwyn;s breasts are gently heaving, her rock hard nipples clearly trusting through the thin material of her brassiere. Gently removing her hand from the assassin's cheek she runs it down his arm and then up his curvy side, stopping to cup the Akkadian's full breast. Leaving her hand on his large stimulating mound she pulls the assassin close with the other hand and passionately kisses him. Their tongues caress each other as their bodies begin to slowly and rhythmically stroke one another. The auburn beauty's perfumes is intoxicating and again the feeling of another women's breasts against the assassin's tits is exciting beyond words.

As they sway together Naerwyn whispers in his ear with her incredibly sexy voice. "We have work to do now, but once we are successful and safely away from this stronghold I will have my way with you whore. I promise to pleasure you with such skill and tenderness which no man could match."

With on last embrace she passionately kisses the Akkadian. "We have much to do, come Minaja, time is fleeting."

Though he has bedded many a pretty girl before, no wench the assassin has taken has had the beauty combined with the inner fire as Naerwyn does. She is not just some comely whore, but his equal, and his desire to have her is like no other he has known. For the first time the Akkadian is almost pleased with the sorceress's spell. In his original form he would have little chance with the striking Naerwyn, but now with this new body, she wants to throw herself at him.

Hiding the guard's body underneath the base of the stairwell and extinguishing the lower torch to keep the bottom of the stairs in darkness, Naerwyn quickly moves back towards the assassin. She takes the Akkadians hand and with a reassuring voice whispers. "Let's go and take the world friend."

The two of them head up the stairs.