The thief edges out the assassin.

The Akkadian pondered his chances of besting Naerwyn in this competition that had been **** upon them as his fingers set to work. On the one hand Naerwyn must know her own cunt intimately where he had possessed his but a couple of hours. On the other hand the assassin knew that for most women ejaculating as the warlord had demanded was a rarity. With his form being an exact copy of the whore Minaja's he supposed he had her ability to squirt readily too, but would Naerwyn be able to accomplish such a feat? Either way he was resolved to bring himself to climax as swiftly as he was able, the thought of having another man's cock within him was spur enough for his resolve.

The Akkadian gasped as his fingers found the crease of his sex and discovered his sluttish cunt was already slick with female juices. He supposed that Naerwyn's touch earlier before the guards was the cause for such dampness, after all a woman's touch upon his body was still certain to arouse him whatever genitals he possessed.

Though he was well versed in using his fingers upon a woman to arouse her, the difference of touching from this new perspective meant his first touches were awkward and clumsy. However the advantage of being able to feel those touches allowed him to quickly adapt.

His fingertips rubbed at the bald puffy lips of his sex tentatively at first, but as light as his touch was it still brought a moan to his pouting lips. He spared a glance over to Naerwyn and saw that she had not began her masturbation so tentatively. The redhead was frotting herself vigorously and was clearly becoming highly aroused if her sighs were any measure.

He redoubled his efforts, stroking hard upon the thick pouting lips of his sex and seeking out the crinkled fold at the top of his sex that hid his clitoris beneath it. When his questing fingertips located the stiffened nubbin for the first time he cried out and felt his legs tremble at the exquisite sensation it elicited. He clenched his jaw and **** himself to rub harder and faster at that spot, feeling the erect little knot of nerves upon his fingertips at the same time as delicious feelings were transmitted to his loins by that touch.

Naerwyn was gasping as her hand delved furiously between her spread thighs and the Akkadian realised that the thief's arousal was greater than his own. He brough his other hand into play, spreading his cunt so that his fingertips could frot his clitoris unhindered.

"Oh goddess that is it." The Akkadian moaned. "My cunt feels as if it is afire."

His legs trembled so badly that the Akkadian believed that much more of this intense arousal and he would surely fall to the floor. A strange feeling of fluttering in his belly, like a swarm of butterflies taking wing within him grew more intense as he rubbed frantically at his maiden's nubbin. The feeling rapidly grew more pronounced and the assassin wondered just how much more he could bear before climaxing.

"Oh yes, yes. So close." Naerwyn moaned throaily beside him.

Her cries spurrred the Akkadian to greater effort and his slender fingers were a blur as he frigged himself without thought in his desire to reach completion first.

"OH FUCK YESSSS." The thief hissed through gritted teeth.

To the Akkadian's horror he saw Naerwyn thrust forward her hips and spread her cunt wide as a jet of her juices sprayed forth. As if the sight had triggered his own climax a mere heartbeat later the asassin felt the butterflies in his stomach explode and shockwaves of pure pleasure diffuse throughout his body. His femine juices sprayed out upon his smooth thighs in several jets even as he felt the distress at losing the contest numb his mind. His spending was longer and more copious than Naerwyn's. but that mattered not. The redhead's juices had squirted from her cunt a fraction of a moment before his own.