She questions the Akkadian.

"Perhaps you should look at your cup and see that it is half full rather than half empty." The Sorceress told the Akkadian. "That delicious body you have is at least ten years younger than your own. A difference that will only widen as time transpires. I reformed you in Minaja's image and in that image you will remain unless the spell is reversed, never aging or scarring from wounds or disease."

That was a revelation to the Akkadian. He had little knowledge of how sorcery worked and had not given any thought to such details. He did know enough to realise that such magic was well beyond the scope of the usual hedge wizards and battle mages he had encountered. That the Sorceress truly was Atlantean by birth seemed certain, despite the fabled empire of sorcery having met it's doom and been swallowed beneath the dark waters hundreds of years ago.

"So for eternal youth and health I am supposed to be grateful?" The Akkadian thought back. "When you have robbed me of my life and my body."

"Tell us Minaja, how did your mission in Al Areth fail?" The witch surprised the Akkadian by speaking these words aloud so that Honey and Cassie were once again included in the conversation. "Begin from when you left me in the alley and entered Trimon's hold."

The Akkadian wondered what the Sorceress was seeking to prove by changing tack in such a manner. It was a reasonable request however and he could see no valid reason for refusing to answer.

"I had no problem with the first part of your plan Mistress." The Akkadian told her. "Trimon was eager to see his favourite whore and I was alone with him in his bedchamber. When he undressed I saw it as my ideal moment to strike."

"That seems hasty to me." The witch commented. "At that point Trimon's energies were fresh and his mind clear."

"So it proved Mistress." The Akkadian reluctantly admitted, not adding that he had struck so quickly in an effort to avoid being violated by another man. "He was far quicker and stronger than I had allowed for and I was easily overpowered. Though thank the gods he did not discover the magical weapon you supplied me with."

"Tell me Minaja." The Sorceress said smiling at the assassin. "What did Trimon do to you once he so easily overpowered you."

The Akkadian now saw what the Sorceress was pushing for in her questioning. Somehow she had learned or guessed that Trimon had used him the night before and wanted him to admit that fact from his own lips. He looked the witch in her green eyes and continued.

"Trimon used me as he normally would his favourite whore Mistress." The assassin confessed.

"I have heard that Trimon is unusually well endowed and a skilled cocksman." The Sorceress commented. "How many times did he fuck you Minaja?"

"Two, or possibly three times." The Akkadian answered, his voice low as he made this confession. "My mind was clouded by the end and I am uncertain exactly."

"He brought you to orgasm each time then?" The witch pushed with her questions. "You must have climaxed very forcefully to be so befuddled."

"Yes, he brought me to completion with great ****." The Akkadian was **** to admit. "So much so that following the last I fell into a deep sleep from which I did not awake for many hours."