The assassin enters.

The Akkadian crossed the road towards the entrance to Trimon's lair. He could feel his heart racing in his chest as he neared the guards outside the entrance. Excitement and a racing pulse were nothing new to him when he was on a mission, but this time the amount of fear he was feeling was outweighing the thirst for combat. It was frighteningly obvious that this time each of the guards that would normally be no more than a mere hindrance were superior to him in size and strength. Only the cold feel of the invisable blade tucked into his waistband gave him any assurance. Despite his fear he did his utmost to appear in character as he approached the men. He took tiny steps, crossing his feet with each step so that his hips swayed. He **** a relaxed and inviting smile onto his now pretty face.

"Well well, Minaja." The largest of the guards greeted him once he was close. "Trimon has summoned his favourite once more. That should put the captain in a good mood come morning."

The other toughs snickered as they leered at the assassin's almost naked body and the one that spoke walked up to him. Up close the Akkadian was made aware of just how petite he now was compared to the fighting men, the top of his head barely level with the brute's broad chest. At least the man had unwittingly supplied the name which he now had to assume.

"Regular or not all who wish to enter still ned to be thoroughly searched." The head guard said, eyeing the Akkadian and licking his thick lips. "Halt there and raise your arms Minaja."

The Akkadian did as he was ordered and waited silently, forcing himself to appear relaxed and even treating the huge man to a smile. The man reached out with both hands and ran them down the Akkadian's arms. It was obvious to the Akkadian that the motivation was sexual rather than security driven when the big strong hands moved to his magnificent breasts and and spent several seconds mauling the pliable mounds and tweaking the thick dark nipples. It took all his will not to shy away from the rough touch as the unfamiliar flesh was pawed and pinched quite painfully. After what seemed like an age the hands continued their wandering down his slender sides to his hips. Both hands slid around his waist and each cupped one of his amply swelling buttocks and squeezed the firm cheeks hard making him squirm in distaste and discomfort.

"Trimon might be displeased if my flesh is bruised before he can feast his eyes upon it." The Akkadian said softly, cursing silently that he could only threaten the man by invoking another's power. He was nervous that if the guard's hands lingered too long on his behind that the invisable dagger might be touched and discovered.

"Aye, that he might." The thug said with ****. "Though knowing Trimon that flesh will be bruised enough shortly."

With a last hard squeeze of the buttocks the brute's hands continued down the Akkadian's slim legs and away from the hidden weapon. Satisfied that all was as it should be the guard grunted and withdrew his hands and stepped aside.

"She can enter, unbar the door." He commanded to those that were inside the lair. "PerhapS Minaja, when Trimon has had his fill you might earn extra coin on your departure. Those lips around my cock would be a treat I would spend a gold piece or two to enjoy."

The Akkadian kept his relaxed expression and demeanour with difficulty at the sickening thought of sucking the warrior's cock. He **** himself to smile encouragingly at the thug.

"Perhaps so. Though knowing Trimon as well as I do, whether I have the energy left for further service when he is done is doubtful." The Akkadian replied.

All the guards laughed at this comment, slapping their thighs in appreciation. The head guard guffawed and as the Akkadian passed slapped one buttock with a stinging and loud open handed slap of his hard palm.

"True enough little one, you'll be well used when next we meet." He promised. "But the chance of an extra coin or two is open and I'd be doing all the physical work. A couple of gold just for opening that pretty mouth while I thrust my cock down your tight throat is easy coin."

The Akkadian felt his stomach convulse at the thought and he thought for a moment he would vomit. Thankfully the thick wooden door was swung open at that moment and he was able to calm his nerves and quell the disgust as an obstacle to his mission was removed.

"I shall keep that in mind." The assassin promised out loud, promising also in thought that once he was restored he would seek out that guard and cut off his cock and shove it down his throat. Steeling himself he stepped through the door and entered Trimon's lair.