Sleep is not the Akaddian’s friend.

The sorceress looks at him and cackles. She slowly approaches the chained Akkadian holding a curved extremely sharp yet jagged sacrificial dagger. He is bound spread eagle on a stone stab that is on a slight angle. His magnificent body, ripped with its well-toned and tanned muscles is cover with dried sweat as it strains at the bonds to no avail. The witch slowly inspects every part of his almost god like body, that has been the desire and ruin of so many beautiful women. Looking down at his fully erect massive penis that throbs up and down demanding to be released she smiles showing that her teeth are not human, but those of a jackal. Taking his manhood with her free hand she looks into his eyes with sadistic cruelty. "I think this is the cause of all your problems." She laughs. Between their eyes the Akkadian with horror sees the blade quickly pass between them, slicing down with great speed and ****.

The Akkadian awakes, covered with sweat gasping for air. Terrified he reaches in between his legs and his eyes widened performing a silent scream as he realizes the dream was true.

Hunched over in bed, his legs out straight as his heart races, he pants violently trying to gain control of himself and remember what is true and what is dream. He remembers the day before, his transformation into a weak little whore by that evil witch, their agreement and her betrayal. He feels his hands in the dark, they are small, weak and dainty, there is no doubt that yesterday wasn't a dream. Giving a deep sigh he doesn't know how much more he can endure.

A soft form stirs besides him. It reaches up and lights the candle next to the bed. Taking his hands she draws them to her mouth gently kissing them. Her deep beautiful light blue eyes look with concern and great affection in to his. Though no words are said, her eyes are more calming to him then all the sermons of the wisest sages. As his breathing slowly returns to normal her eyes soften and then close as she leans over and carefully places her lips on his and begins to kiss them with a kindness he has never known. Her clean dark auburn hair caresses his cheek and smells of a new spring day.

Slowly she removes her lips, her breath slightly heavy, stopping but a few inches away from his face as her eyes open again like the sun rising on a new dawn. She stares intently but knowingly into his eyes. Her fingers rise up and tenderly stroke his eyebrows as if she is trying to clear away a daze to see deeper into his soul. He turns away, not knowing why he feels fear. Her hand cups his chin and delicately rises his head up again as she smiles reassuring him that everything is alright. Feeling the need to explain himself she stops his words, delicately placing a single finger on his mouth quieting his fears.

Standing up from the bed she raises a finger signaling she will be but a moment. Her curvy buxom figure is clad only in a large buccaneer's white silken shirt that she wears as a night shirt. Taking a pitcher from near the fireplace she pours its warm water into a bronze wash basin. The steam from the water faintly smells of flowers which were in the bottom of the basin. Taken a cloth towel she reenters the bed with the basin. Still seated on the bed his legs straight, she leans him back so he is sitting up straight. Her eyes meeting his, almost casting a spell beckoning him to remain still and silent. Soaking and ringing out the towel it is clear that it is her intention to bathe him.

Yesterday's dirt, sweat and grime have dried onto his used body. The chestnut haired beauty takes the warm damp cloth and begins to careful remove the dirt from his forehead, as if caringly wiping away all his troubles. Moving down and across his face she studies every portion of it, the way an artist studies each stroke of a masterpiece. When finished with his face she soaks the cloth deeply and wipes it through his hair several times, finally carefully slicking his beautiful black tresses back so she can fully look at his clean face.

Returning the cloth back to the basin she then wipes his elbows and down each arm. When reaching his hands she cleans each finger and when done with each digit kisses the tip of it. After ten caresses of her lips she places the cloth on the middle of his thigh and washes down his legs. When reaching the end she puts the basin at his feet and carefully puts them in the warm water. The ache and soreness they have felt are softened as she massages up and down the soles. When done she removes his feet from the water and towels them dry. Placing them on the bed she bows down and submissively kisses them each of them.

Taking the basin she returns the now spent water to the pitcher and sprinkles new flowers into it and taking another pitcher pours fresh water into the basin. Returning to the bed with the fresh water and a new cloth she again reaches over and kisses him with a wonderful restrained passion. Barely removing her lips, their nose almost touching, her breath beginning to quicken, he feels her hands reach around and undo the clasp of his brassiere. Removing the dark blue garment she places it to the side and begins to wash his shoulders and then the upper part of his chest. With his upper torso damp he can feel her breathing as she looks down with longing at his body.

The towel finally reaches his breasts and she firmly rubs over his large firm mounds. Her fingers through the cloth linger over each nipple intentionally rubbing them bit harder, stimulating them greatly. Wetting the cloth she reaches forward as if to kiss him again but her head continues past his lips and looks over his shoulders. Their breasts press together, erect nipples teasing one another. He can hear her slight panting with her mouth so close to his hear, knowing that she is very aroused but is determined to finish her task. Reaching around she washes his back, rubbing as far down as she can go.

When she leans back he notices that the front of her white shirt is now wet from touching against his body. It is partially flesh tone as the material as become somewhat see through. Seeing that it pleases him she reaches down and takes his right hand and places it in the basin and then places it on her breasts. She makes him massage her firm tits through the material of the shirt. Repeating this process several times she has him cup more water onto her chest, making him thoroughly drench her shirt so that her huge breasts can clearly be seen through the transparent and clinging thin material.

When finished having him soak her shirt, she returns his hand to his side and begins to wash his abdomen, then his upper thighs. Stopping for a moment she slowly slides off his thong, causing him to be completely naked. Staring fiercely into his eyes she places the cloth in between his legs and gently takes his female sex into her hands. Gently yet firmly she rubs the cloth up and down his swollen mound. She stares into his eyes trying to see how aroused his soul is. He feels the tip of her finger through the cloth slightly enter his slit to clean and tease it.

Finished with the bath she puts the cloth in the basin and the basin on the floor. Sitting before him she regains eye contact with an aroused glare. She begins to unbutton her shirt without losing eye contact, wanting to see his reaction as his eyes examine her body. Slipping the shirt over each shoulder she opens it up presenting her naked body to him. Placing the shirt to the side she bends forward again and placing her hands on his breast she passionately kisses him. Her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands firmly yet caringly caress his breasts.

She begins to work her mouth down his body, spending much time kissing his breasts, her lips and tongue teasing his nipples. After a while she removes her mouth from his breasts and bows lowly before him, her mouth moving towards his loins.

For the first time he makes a sound and moves. Moaning out loud he looks to the celling with a look of ecstasy as her tongue enters his womanhood and begins to pleasure him. Using all her skill, her only desire his needs, she brings him to one of the fullest orgasms of his life. His groans echo through the room as any tension he has had is completely washed away.

When fully satisfied she stops and raises herself to regain his gaze, her eyes caring and craving her own cleansing. Wiggling one of her legs under his and the other over his other leg she shuffles herself forward until their female privates are touching. She begins to scissor her legs so that their loins rub and interlock with each other. He sees in her eyes a growing wave of pleasure. She bites her lips trying to hold back her cries and words of passion that would violate the rules for the evening. Quickly she is brought to a shaking climax as she gives out cries of longing, though she utters no words.

Breathing heavy, her breasts heaving, she continues the scissoring action wanting to please her lover one more time. The two writhe together for several more minutes, neither breaking eye contact until both are brought to another climax, their dance perfectly timed. She reaches out and embraces him as the both lie back down in the bed. Covering them both under a sheet she blows out the candles.

Taking him back into her arms for the first time Naerwyn speaks. "Sleep my friend. Sleep with pleasant dreams."