The Akkadian returns to his mistress.

The Akkadian made his way back to the Sorceress's cabin without being waylaid by any more of the pirate crew. Honey had already returned from her nightly bunk hopping and was wrapped in the furs at the foot of the Sorceress's bunk. The assassin burrowed beneath the pelts beside her and the Circassian handmaid stirred drowsily to cuddle up to the Akkadian. The blonde's hand caressed his flat stomach before venturing lower and dove between his sleek thighs to pinch and tweak his pussylips.

"Minaja!." Honey whispered sounding a little surprised. "Your slit is wet and agape. Have you been with the pirates?"

"Just one." The Akkadian whispered back in admission, deliberately leaving out the three who had attempted to make use of him against his will.

"Which one?" His sister in the Sorceress's service pressed, inquisitive for details. "The Captain maybe, he is tall and handsome? Or perhaps the big black bosun, he is built like a bull and his cock must be huge if it matches the rest of him."

"Barbra Rosa, the first mate." The Akkadian told the Circassian, knowing he would have no peace until he had satisfied her curiosity.

"The redheaded bitch?" Honey sounded truly shocked. "She frightens me Minaja. She goes from bunk to bunk more frequently than I do and I see her whispering with the crew in dark corners. She is plotting and gathering allies with her hot ginger cunt."

This did not surprise the Akkadian in the least. Barbra had said herself when they talked that she gained allies in this manner, also she had described her rank as being one step away from the captain. Barbra was certain to make an attempt for command of the Sea Witch, but if it was soon what would that mean to the Sorceress and her handmaidens?

"So you are back Akkadian." The witch's voice in his head remarked. "And how was your dalliance with the fearsome Barbarossa?"

"She no longer answers to that name." The Akkadian thought back to the witch. "She is content being Barbra Rosa. Though I suspect she is less content to be only the first mate of this ship."

"The first surprises me greatly, the second not at all." The Sorceress mentally commented. "She has certainly proved resourceful to have survived this long as I made her. And to have acquired a pearl phallus of Mithras too. Only a handful were ever created and I have had my spies keep a lookout in the event that any resurfaced."

"You will take it from her?" The Akkadian wondered.

"I will offer to purchase it from her certainly." The witch corrected him. "I suspect that no price would suffice for her to part with it though."

"Barbra told me we would reach our first destination tomorrow." The assassin informed the Sorceress. "But by my reckoning we are near no city. We are off the southern coast of Kush and there is nothing but jungles and swamps there."

"You amaze me with your grasp of navigation Akkadian." The Sorceress stated, and the Akkadian could not tell if she was genuine or the remark was sarcasm. "The jungle of Kush is our destination, two of the ingredients needed for your restoration can be obtained there. We shall meet with some of my allies tomorrow, but I will say no more on that score. You will meet them soon."

"Tell me about the herbs needed to stop a woman's moon cycle." The Akkadian was reminded of this by the mention of ingredients.

"I wondered when such things would occur to you." The Sorceress's laughter echoed in the Akkadian's mind. "Ask Honey to give you a dose in the morning. With her hunger for men she has an ample supply to keep her womb empty."

"Now sleep Akkadian, you will need all your wits tomorrow when we enter the jungle." The Sorceress commanded.