Rimondo the Pirate.

Giving a weary sigh, Sonja stands with some difficulty, her ass sore from be so brutalized. Yet she still smiles, pleased that her strategy has worked so far. "Rimondo the Pirate of Zingara," she declares and the golem takes the form of the dashing buccaneer.

"Ending on your knees?" The priestess grins.

"Hardly." Sonja boldly states and walks into the embrace of her watery lover for a third time.

Unlike the Khitani form, this golem is kind and almost playful. Thus the she-bandit and the watery pirate all but dance together as they caresses, fondle and play with each other. Its touch is as skilled as that of the priestess's, which makes Sonja briefly wonders what it would be like to be with the real pirate; a master of the blade and of the bed. When her attention returns to the fact she is in a sacrificial pit, however, the she-bandit refocuses on her task.

"On your back, buccaneer." Sonja playfully whispers into the pirate's ear, pretending it is a real person. Desiring to please its lover, the creature guides the two of them to the ground. Sonja spins around and straddling the golem's head in the 69 position, lowering her cunt onto its face. Though it has no mouth, the creature eagerly receives its lover's sex by grasping on her ass cheeks and massaging her cunt with its nose and chin. Arching her back the she-bandit moans in pleasure.

"Well played, Hyrkanian," the priestess claps with approval, "well played."

As Sonja approaches her third orgasm she remembers the conditions of her offering. Bending down and quickly takes the creature's cock into her hands, she begins to kiss its tip. Like any real man, who had a gorgeous red head on top of him about to suck its cock, the creature rotates its hips up. The golem's head begins to quiver about, as if it was moaning, which only increases Sonja's arousal. Soon her cunt is dripping and the she-bandit does her best to take as much of the golem's cock into her mouth.

"Pathetic." The priestess jokes at Sonja's lack of fellatio skills, but of course that goal isn't the creature's orgasm, but her's.

"Scáthach, yes!" Sonja cries as she arches back up while the creature dissolves in a water pool beneath her.