The Akkadian has to bend over and take it.

Naerwyn still beaming from her victory, and the great pleasure she takes in spanking a lover, inquires of Trimon. "May I get dressed my Lord while you take Minaja? I prefer to watch while clothed. I assume it will be a while before you are done with her."

"If that's what excites you novice, you are the winner. Do not go far, however, my cock will get to know you in a while." As Naerwyn heads for the door the warlord turns to the Akkadian. "I know I promised never to take you in your ass again after that failed attempt during our first fuck. You claimed the pain was too great to let my manhood fit into your petite frame. Being a man of my word I have kept my promise, though I confess I have longed to take you from behind. But I now most fulfill the wager and ravage your ass. Get on the bed and all fours Minaja, and prepare yourself."

A cold sweat comes over the Akkadian's body, he naturally assumed that though Minaja was tiny compared to the warlord she was experienced in having him take her in all her holes. Turning and walking like a commended man to the scaffolds the assassin climbs onto the bed knowing he will surely be broken by Trimon unless Naerwyn hurries.

Slowly getting unto the bed Trimon slaps his ass hard. "Get going Minaja, nothing will stay your sentence." Crawling into the middle of the bed the assassin gets on all fours. He positions himself perpendicular to the door so he can keep an eye on Naerwyn without having Timor face that direction.

He sees the auburn thief open the door and casually talking to one of the guards. "Hurry!" the Akkadian mutters not wanting any man's penis to touch him, let alone take him in his ass.

"Don't worry Minaja, I will not tarry." The warlord answers, assuming the assassin's comment was for him.

The bed quakes as the warlord enters it moving towards Minaja. The assassin's eyes grow wide as he sees Naerwyn leave the bed chamber. Has he been betrayed?! "Why didn't she look for the dagger?" His mind races as Trimon moves in between his spread legs.

Naerwyn returns with her clothes and closes the door. She places them on the floor, allowing her long red forearm cords to sprawl in several directions. She sits down and begins to dress. Realizing her plan, he sees her logic, getting dressed will give her cover to look for the dagger, however it will also take time, especially those long red cords. The Akkadian desperately looks at Naerwyn trying to get her to hurry. The thief catches his eye and smiles and nods. His heart skips as she continues to slowly dress while looking for the dagger. Her smile was one of acknowledging everything was going according to plan; Naerwyn is doing what rogues do and the Akkadian is about to do what whores do.

The slow moving buxom thief is still stretching out her arm cords looking for the knife when the assassin feels two powerful hands on his ass. "Hurry!" He says in his mind as he hears Trimon make a hocking noise with his throat and then spits. Warm saliva hits the Akkadian's anus as he feels a finger begin to massage the lubricant around and in his asshole.

Desperately he mentally cries out for Naerwyn, as if he had some magical power. The auburn thief is only now beginning to wrap her first forearm in the long, very long, cord that doubles as a garrote and weapon. Whether she has given up on the looking for the knife or has already skillfully pocketed it, he doesn't know, but he really doesn't care at this time as he realizes she will not arrive to save him.

He feels a giant hardened flesh like cylinder slap into his ass crack. "This is going to hurt, Minaja, next time you shouldn't let a novice outperform you."

"No!" The Akkadian cries out as he feels the warlord take hold of his massive penis and place its tip against the assassin's anus, his large breasts heaving, his cunt gaping with fear and excitement. Slowly, painfully, the warlord begins to sodomize the Akkadian.

The assassin has known much pain and deprivation in his life, but nothing like this. The pain given to his small womanly body is just too much. He screams, whimpers and for the first time in his life, begs and cries. The assassin's mind and soul might be of a man, but his emotions, controlled as much by the body, is that of a woman. With savage thrusts Trimon slowly begins to work more and more of himself into his small ass. All the Akkadian's protests only excite the warlord more and makes him more forcefully take the assassin's ass, ramming his manhood in and out with great vigor for what seems like an eternity.

"It will be alright Minaja, relax enjoy the ride." A soft voice finally coos in front of the Akkadian?s face. Opening his eyes through the tears he sees Naerwyn, finally full dressed, on the bed kneeling before him. Taking his head she passionately kisses him as his head violently shakes up and down. He cannot tell if she is playing along or truly aroused by his beaten state.

Releasing his lips, Naerwyn cat like crawls along his side making her way to Trimon who continues to pound away. Reaching out Naerwyn begins to fondle the Akkadian's swinging breasts. In a husky voice she purrs. "You are so powerful my lord, even our most experience guild sister is crushed beneath your manly strength."

"Don't worry whore, you will be next!" Trimon proudly boasts as he begins to pant.

The Akkadian's voice is spent from screaming, he can only gasp for air like a fish out of the water, as his arms collapse and his head flops to bed as it violently thrusts up and down against the sheet as Trimon picks up his pace.

Naerwyn now behind Trimon hugs the warlord and drags her fingers across his mighty chest. With the seductive voice she used on the guard she killed she begs. "Please lord, have mercy on my poor guild sister. Finish your load inside her and I will please you in such a way your stamina will quickly return." Pressing her breasts against his back and grinding her groin into his ass she suggests. "Let me help you my lord."

The Akkadian feels another pair of hands grab his poor abused ass and finding the cadence of the warlord's humping, Naerwyn begins to help Trimon **** the Akkadian's ass.

"Damn whore." Trimon grunts completely turned on by Naerwyn. "All bets are off, you deserve a good ass fucking too!"

"Oh please my lord you can have me, but grant me one request." The thief seductively whispers. "When you are about to cum, kiss me so I may taste your climatic breath."

With a few more violent thrusts against the rag doll that is now the Akkadian the warlord twists his head back and up to kiss the beautiful thief behind him, his throat elongated and ****. Trimon closes his eyes and groans into the thief's mouth as his seed explodes into the defeated assassin.