The contest is closely fought.

The assassin listens to Naerwyn's proposition with mixed emotions. If he should lose then a leather strap across his soft buttocks would no doubt be much more painful than Trimon's palm. On the other hand a whipping in his mind would be less humiliating than being bent across a knee and spanked as if he was an erring slut or mischievious child. Not that he had any intention of losing to the thief, the prospect of watching her bare ass reddened as she jumped and squealed was an added incentive to victory.

Like Naerwyn the sexual combat had aroused both his anger and his lust. He could both feel and hear how wet his cunt had become as the thief's fingers plunged inside him with sticky wet sounds accompanying her motions. Naerwyn's cunt was just as wet, though tighter than his own and a similar damp soundtrack came as the assassin pumped his fingers within her. Both of the counterfeit whores were breathing hard, the heaving of their bosoms making the twin pair of mounds slip and slide across each other greased by the sweat of their bodies. Stiffened nipples raked across firm flesh and sparred with one another, bringing delicious stabs of pleasure.

The Akkadian was caught off guard when his beautiful opponent suddenly changed her strategy. The hand that gripped his neck grabbed a fistful of his long curly black hair and the fingers within his cunt hooked to gain a handhold. Twisting her body sharply Naerwyn used her superior strength to lift the assassin with her cunt hold and fling him across her hip. The Akkadian wailed as he was flung sprawling onto his back upon the huge bed. Naerwyn vaulted after him, reversing her body and straddling his chest.

The pair were now faced in opposite directions, the assassin staring up at Naerwyn's neatly trimmed auburn bush whilst the thief gazed down upon his bald painted cunt. Their battle recommenced immediately, though in this position the sexual warrioresses could apply both hands and their mouths to the combat.

Naerwyn's head dropped between the Akkadian's splayed legs, her lustrous hair tickling his bare pudenda and inner thighs. Her tongue laved at the assassin's swollen netherlips as three fingers were thrust deep inside his wet chasm. He raised himself, attacking the fleshy hood at the apex of Naerwyn's moist crease with his lips and tongue. Three of his fingers **** themselves up the tight channel of the thief's sex. Anguished, but lusty moans burst from both mouths. The hot breaths directed onto one anothers engorged cuntlips.

The assassin felt the stiff nubs of Naerwyn's nipples upon his belly as her breasts ground against his stomach. His own large globes were flattened against the rogue's midriff and his long hard teats stabbed at her flesh. He felt his loins churning, a sign he took that a climax was building though he had yet to experiance a female orgasm. Naerwyn's **** gasping, so much like his own, assured him that all was not lost and that the thief too was approaching her peak.

It was clear to the Akkadian that this contest was close and that vicory or defeat could go either way. He gambled on a surprise flanking manouvre to carry the battle. One arm wrapped around Naerwyn's hips, his hand delving between the crack of her buttocks. Into the narrow valley his fingers advanced until they were within striking distance of his target. His fingertips darted forward and assaulted Naerwyn's rear, one finger pushing down into the tight sphincter of her anus despite a valiant resistance from her ringpiece.

Naerwyn screeched in outrage as her defences were breached and the Akkadian's finger pushed deep into her ass.