Trimon falls!

Naerwyn began to panic as the hot throbbing head of the warlord's cock nudged hard against her tightly clenched anus. The dark puckered sphincter clamping it's muscles to bar entrance to the huge vile shaft that sought to deflower it. Her fists balled and she struck out at the muscular chest of the barbarian, her skill and precision in combat replaced by naked fear and desperation. Her hips bucked wildly as she sought to dislodge Trimon from between her thighs and to free herself.

Trimon treated her resistance as though it was great sport. Laughing he seized first one and then both of her wrists in one large, strong hand and **** her arms to the bed above her head. He leaned forward and used the bulk of his hulking frame to pin her struggling body still so that he steady the aim of his phallus at her anus. Despite her earlier resignation of her fate to honour the wager, her disgust at being so violated by a man had rekindled her resistance.

"No, no, no." Naerwyn growled in impotent fury. "It is too large, my ass will be ripped."

"Ahh, but yes my fiery novice whore." Trimon gloated. "Your guild will have salves to ease the pain, but alas for the present you will no doubt suffer."

The pressure of the cocktip upon her sphincter increased steadily making Naerwyn cry out as she threw all her strength into her puckered knot of muscle to prevent the inevitable.

"Relax yourself foolish girl." Trimon ordered. "My cock will not be denied by clenching your asshole. The pain will be worse if you continue to resist."

Naerwyn knew that his words were true, his strength and weight were far greater than her own and when a **** met with an obstacle that eventually the weaker would be overcome. Even knowing that her struggle was doomed she gritted her teeth and summoned her last reserves of strength and will as the pressure mounted on her weakening anal ring.

Trimon laughed as he felt her resistance begin to give under the pressing nib of his cock. He was certain that only a second or two remained until her ring was breached and his massive cock was **** into her ass. Naerwyn stared up hatefully into his jubilant face realising too that her defilement was nigh. Suddenly the barbarian gave a loud gasp and the smile froze upon his lips like a rictus and he abruptly ceased his movements. Naerwyn felt hot fluid spurt from the warlord's cock against her assailed anus and flow down the crease of her buttocks.

The warlord's eyes bugged out, round and wide with shock. He opened his mouth to speak, but rich dark blood bubbled up from his throat and fell from his lips to spatter upon Naerwyn's heaving breasts. The brigand exhalled in a long drawn out rasping breath, a sound that Naerwyn had heard many times before and was known amongst warriors as the **** rattle. After another second frozen in place Trimon pitched forward, his huge body falling across Naerwyn as she stared up in surprise and shock.

The thief looked over the dead warlord's shoulder and saw a wound in his back, small but deep and directly above where his heart would lie. Though she could see no weapon that had inflicted the **** blow, the warlord's blood oozed only slightly from the wound as if the cut was plugged still by a blade. Naerwyn looked up and across the body and her eyes locked with the Akkadian's. He stood by the bed directly behind Trimon with an expression of grim satisfaction.

"It is done Naerwyn." The assassin said simply. "The warlord is despatched, may the gods guide his soul. He died in battle, of a sort, and he will feast with the heroes of old this night."