The battle intensifies.

"You fool." Naerwyn whispers into the Akkadian's ear with heavy lustful breaths as the two of them continue their erotic combative embrace. "What are you doing?! I am the warrior and you are the whore. He has tapped you as many times as I have killed a man. Tell me where the knife is!"

The Akkadian cannot deny the thief's logic. If he was truly Minaja, that would be the wise course of action. Though his visage might say otherwise, he is a man and a warrior, and by the god Anu he will not be sexually humbled by any women, let alone sodomized by a man.

The assassin whispers back, rejecting her command and challenging the thief. "Then it is about time you learn what it is to be tapped."

Naerwyn's eyes first go wide in surprise then squints with rage. "Fine, so be it." She sneers.

Both lovers settle in for an epic battle of sexual willpower and skill. Though both are well versed at making love to a woman, they each have advantages and disadvantages they bring to the struggle.

The Akkadian is now doubt very attracted to the thief, both for her body and the unique fact she is almost his equal. He is determined to have this blue eyed firebrand, but he cannot let his desires rage out of control. Normally, he is very good at managing is manly urges, willfully increasing his stamina in order to prolong the taking of a woman in order to establish dominance or deliver a punishment fuck to wench who has angered him. With his transformation, however, he is handling sensations he has never known before. Most critically, he is missing the primary weapon he wields for conquest. Yet this new form has at least one advantage, it has been tempered by years of hard fucking for the guild.

As for the buxom thief she too has bedded scores of women and is in peak physical condition, but she has always been the aggressor. She has never known a woman like her new compatriot. Though this little whore, with the cute face and soft shapely body, looks like the type that would joyfully fall on her back and spread her legs for any man, she has an iron will that Naerwyn as seen in few men, and no woman save herself. This unusual combination of prettiness and toughness has Naerwyn more attracted to the Akkadian than any other woman she has met. Never has another female dared to try to take her as a man would. Her rage only stimulates her. This, coupled with the fact that Naerwyn has always had a fetish for wagers, has her becoming quite excited. Always the gambler, however, the thief ups the ante.

"My Lord, I beg a request from you." Naerwyn cries out, her voice mixed with bravado and yearning. "Whoever cums first declare them to be the loser and let their spanking be a whipping with a leather strap. Then my Lord savage the losers ass, while the winner will be spared and gets to watch her sisters humiliation."

Trimon laughs, clapping with excitement. "Novice, you will go far in your guild. Your request is granted! To the victor goes the spoils!"

"Thank you my lord." Naerwyn states through faint gasps of heavy breathing. She turns her icy, yet lustful stare to the Akkadian. "You will regret crossing me little whore." She hisses into the assassin's ear as she quickens the rhythmic thrusts of her fingers into the Akkadian's cunt.