The assassin comes to an end.

The assassin and thief remain in there erotic combative embrace for a few minutes, each madly grinding away at the other, each equally determinee to win, and each equally aroused not just by the attractive body of their opponent but also by their defiance.

Trimon for his part is amazed by their performance. The girls are beautiful, but what truly amuses him is that this is no act; the two whores are really going at it like two lewd gladiators, each **** to win. He takes a flagon of his best mead and sits in his most comfortable chair and enjoys the show, not sure if he is rooting for his old favorite Minaja, or the new firebrand. Either way, he thinks, he will certainly be the winner tonight.

The more enraged the Akkadian becomes that the buxom thief refuses to surrender to her proper role the more excited he becomes about the idea of defeating her. By the look of arousal and anger in Naerwyn's eyes he surmises she feels the same. He decides this stalemate must end, and fighting dirty has always been one of his strengths.

With his hand that is vibrating in and out of the thief's tight pussy he clamps down and pinches her cunt lip. Naerwyn groans in pain and instinctively let's go of her assailant. Taking her by the cunt lips he spins her to his side and grabs her ass with his other hand.

"You little whore . . . AAAHHH!" Naerwyn tries to complain and then gasps as the assassin drives his finger into her anus. "The guard was right." He taunts his compromised foe. "Your ass is even tighter than your cunt." The Akkadian wishes he was in real body. The size of his now missing manhood who rip this auburn beauty in two within seconds. Feeling her writhe under his girth while hearing her squeal and beg for mercy would be a pleasure he must someday know, but for tonight, he will have to settle for the warlord to perform that task.

Cruelly he pinches and lifts up on her cunt lips as he sodomizes her with his finger, surmising that such an arrogant woman would in secret enjoy being dominated. Naerwyn gasps at such a savage treatment, ineffectually trying to push the assassin way, having her strength drained with each distracting trust into her ass.

Sensing victory is nearing the Akkadian ponders what his next actions will be. Though not into strapping, the arrogant big titted thief does need a good spanking, and will certainly go over his knee, besides he has to keep up the game until Trimon engages her. The assassin ponders how long we he allow the warlord to **** Naerwyn's virgin ass. Trimon has turned out to be an honorable warrior, so the assassin decides to honor him by killing him right after he cums, even though this will make for a very painful night for his partner.

"I don't think so." Naerwyn answers, almost as if she has read his mind; in reality he just got sloppy. The thief embraces the Akkadian and sweeps him with an inner leg reap. The two go crashing down to the floor. The thief on top, holding on to the assassin so he cannot break fall, causes the Akkadian to crash back first onto the floor, while she is protected because his body takes most of the shock. Hitting the back of his head the Akkadian is stunned for but a moment, but that is all the curvy rogue needs.

Naerwyn is a very skilled unarmed combatant, and in his female form the assassin is certainly no match for her. With the speed and skill of a cobra the auburn beauty rolls the Akkadian over on to his stomach and then she mounts on top of his back in an inverted position so that her head is next to his rear. Laying on top of him, her breasts pressed against his back, she hooks her legs around the assassin's upper arms while locking his thighs with her arms.

Clearing his head the assassin realizes he is face down on the floor with the thief on top of him locking him in some strange martial hold. If he was much stronger he might be able to escape, but Minaja's body is no match for the warrior from Tortage. He tries some reversals, but Naerwyn is the more skilled ground combatant. As his mind races on how to break this fiendish hold he feels his thighs being pried open by the stronger woman's arms. "Time to lose, whore." Naerwyn announces with pride. The Akkadian's eyes go wide as he feels the rogue's breath as her mouth descends on his cunt from behind.

The Akkadian cannot help but give out a groan of pleasure as the Naerwyn's tongue enters him. Many a whore has sucked his dick, but this is a different sensation. He moans as the thief's tongue begins to dart in and out of his cunt, while her lips massage his clitoris with great skill. Though ashamed that he is being so aroused by a woman's tongue, what is far worse is that he is also being beaten martially, the hold Naerwyn has him in prevents him from stimulating her any way!

"Bitch!" The Akkadian groans as he feels his first female orgasm begin to grow. The auburn thief doesn't respond, but the assassin swears he can almost hear her smile while she continues to give the Akkadian skilled oral sex.

Becoming ****, and giving up on all attempts to use skill, the assassin tries to flail around to break loose of his opponent's hold on him. Unfortunately, this causes his breasts to drag across the rough hard carpet he is lying on, his nipples catching on the embroidery, all of which further stimulate his weakening body and does nothing to break the thief's devious lock on him.

The auburn demon attacks with all her skill, sensing the end is close, her mouth enclosed over the assassin's dripping enlarged cunt, her tongue masterfully massaging his inner most regions.

Reduced to only words, the assassin vainly orders. "Damn it, release me!" And with that last show of bravado the Akkadian gasps loudly as he feels his cum begin to run all over the carpet.

With her victory secure the buxom thief releases the defeated Akkadian. Standing to Trimon's applause Naerwyn looks down at her defeat opponent. The Akkadian has never known such shame. No woman has ever dominated him before.