The Akkadian wants to wear the phallus.

The Akkadian cannot drag his eyes from the magical device. Despite the unique experiances and sensations he has had since he was transformed the loss of his manhood has been a grievous humiliation weighing on his mind and striking to his soul every moment. The idea of strapping on the arcane offers the assassin an opportunity to once again be endowed with a huge cock and to fuck Naerwyn in a manner close to the way he has desired since meeting the redheaded thief. Without thinking he starts forward, his womanly hands reaching for the ensorceled harness in the warlord's grasp.

"If it pleases my lord, I would wield such a weapon." The Akkadian says, choosing his words carefully both to curry Trimon's favour and to hide his **** need.

"Very well, then Naerwyn shall be the first of you to endure it's ****." The warlord laughs as he holds the harness out for the Akkadian to take. "It will be strange to see my favourite slut endowed as a man, but I find the notion strangely arousing."

The assassin takes the leather phallus and it's harness in his small feminine hands. The red stitching of the arcane runes flare and glow as he touches it, dispelling all doubt that the phallus does indeed bear some enchantment. The assassin had always been wary of magic, preferring plain cold steel and his wits. Perhaps the fact that he was under a sorcerous spell himself made him more attuned to magic or maybe it was just his strong desire, but he could feel the magical energy pulsing within the leather phallus as he grasped it.

"Minaja are you sure you should be the one to strap on that thing?" Naerwyn objected. "Surely you have more experiance than I of receiving such a fearsome sized cock?"

The Akkadian caresses the shaft of the lovingly as he contemplates his answer. His slim fingers cannot even fully encircle the girth of the false cock as he strokes it's smooth shaft. His fingers tingle with the magical energy the phallic device emits.

"I am sure you will receive it just fine my dear." He answers. "After all you are a whore with experiance are you not? As a novice though you have not yet been privy to the lessons needed to use such an object and fuck a woman as I am well used to doing."

Naerwyn bites her tongue, though it is obvious to the assassin that she wishes to object, but doing so would contradict the masquerade that she is a guild novice.

"As you wish Minaja." The thief acquiesces through gritted teeth. "As the warlord says, I shall be the first of us to be impaled by the shaft. I shall to do my best to learn by example and give back as good as I receive."

The Akkadian barely hears he thinly veiled threat as he braces the leather pad at the shafts base against his smooth bald mons. A broad belt straps around his wide hips and two smaller straps go between his thighs and up the crease of his rounded ass to buckle into the back of the belt. With a little difficulty he buckles the phallus in place and adjusts the buckles so that it fits tightly and securely. Smiling he looks down to see it in place and a cock once more sprouting from his crotch.