He is aroused, but prepares.

The Akkadian watched silently as his companion was ravished by the warlord. The barbarian clearly counted himself a skilled cocksman, just as the assassin considered himself to be. His lips quirked into a smirk as he heard Naerwyn's feeble protests transformed into softly moaned assent as her arousal was kindled. Despite her bold front and declared distaste of men she reacted just he expected of a woman when in the arms of a true man, which Trimon most certainly was. Many was the wench that the Akkadian had encountered who he had manfully converted from proud and haughty ice queens to lusty writhing sluts when he was done.

Without realising the fact his fingers had drifted to the junction of his thighs to rub at his slick dark netherlips and throbbing clit. His arousal was still high from his contest with Naerwyn and the assassin let out his own lustful moan ashe touched his cunt.

The thief squirmed in the warlord's grasp and cried out with passion. Trimon, judging the auburn beauty to be suitably aroused withdrew his mouth and tongue from her wet cunt and repositioned himself between her splayed thighs. The barbarian guided himself to her slick cunt, his cockhead pressing against her tight entrance.

The Akkadian's eyes closed as his head was thrown back and he shivered at the sexual thrill that coursed through his body the touch of his fingers upon his own cunt. In his imagination he pictured himself in Naerwyn's stead with Trimon's great shaft poised to enter him and his slender legs thrown open around the warlord's hard body in sexual surrender. Despite his male ego would he have been able to deny the pleasure any more than the man hating thief? If he had lost the contest could Trimon's skilled touch have reduced him to whorish abandon begging for that great shaft to enter him?

The Akkadian reopened his eyes and angrily pulled his fingers away from his female sex. He could not let such a fate befall him, the fact that this body responded as any woman's had already been proved to him and he must be rid of it and returned to his male form lest he suffer the shame of being taken by a man. He backed to the door and squatted down, casting about him with his hands for the magical blade whilst Trimon was intent on his ravishment.

Naerwyn gave an anguished cry as Trimon's body rocked forward and her tight petals were **** open by his cocktip with slow but inexorable determination. Her cunt bulged outwards as with glacial speed the warlord bludgeoned his way into her body. Her body twisted and bucked in his strong hands as her senses were overwhelmed by the hot rigid cock filling her. She cursed herself silently for her female weakness at being so reduced by this magnificent brute.

The Akkadian's fingers closed around the hilt of the dagger and he rose to stand, the knife held by his side as he turned his attention back to the scene upon the bed. Trimon spared him a glance back across his broad shoulder and grinned as he saw the assassin's enrapt attention.

"Fear not Minaja, you will not remain unmolested long." He laughed boastfully. "There will be ample strength and seed left for you when I am done with this one."

The warlord's powerful body began to thrust, his enormous bulk and strength countering the tightness of Naerwyn's sheath. Each thrust brought a cry of mingled pleasure and distress from the rogue which quickened to match the building pace of Trimon's movements. Soon her cries were a continuous high pitched keening as his muscular hips drove his cock savagely into her. When she was driven to orgasm she screamed with gut wrenching volumn, her body bucking and thrashing mindlessly as she succumbed to the intense orgasm. Trimon laughed triumphantly at the sound of his mastery and conquest.

Trimon's body withdrew and and he pulled his giant cock from Naerwyn's trembling body. Raising her legs the warlord hefted them over his muscled shoulders and cupping one hand beneath Naerwyn's buttocks raised her lower body from the bed.

"I judge my cock is slick enough from your juices that I am ready to break in that virgin ass." Trimon declared. "This will hurt to be sure novice, but for your chosen profession that tight ass needs to be widened by use."

The Akkadian inched closer, his movements unheeded by the warlord who was intent on his intended defilement of Naerwyn's virgin rear passage. The hilt of the blade in the Akkadian's hand gave him reassurance, as slender as the weapon was he knew that he still retained the skill to strike inerringly at the heart.