There is no honor among thieves; bluff!

Naerwyn might have climaxed first, but Minaja’s body accustomed to such labors recovers much quicker. As the buxom thief bends over, her hands grasping her knees as she gasps for air the Akkadian’s mind races.

He has lost the wager but maybe his auburn friend was too overcome by her orgasm to notice she came first. Besides, Trimon no doubt had his focus on the new girl, and just perhaps he also might not be aware who had truly won. Though he has a growing respect for his new curvy companion, he will be damned that he will lose this wager because of his new weak female body. There might be honor among thieves, but not among assassins.

As the noise of Naerwyn’s deep pants fill the room, and before the Warlord can comment, the Akkadian makes his move. Striding over to Trimon he looks back and down at the naked thief. He cannot help but notice that she is covered in sweat, no doubt a side effect of her body quaking orgasm. How he wishes he was in his real body so that he could take the haughty beauty as she deserves, however, if it is a choice between her or him getting fucked, there is no doubt in his mind who it will be.

“Well done novice.” He lies through his teeth. “I didn’t think you had learned that technique so well, however, it was alas too late.”

Giving no time for the confused thief to speak the Akkadian quickly turns his attention to Trimon and continues his gambit. “My lord I have won the wager, the prize is mine.” He reaches out and takes the coin as a shocked, but still recovering Naerwyn watches, her heavy breaths preventing her from speaking.

“The novice has performed above her training, this is true, and therefore I humbly ask you show her some mercy.” With those words he bows, his gambit finished. He silently hopes his request of leniency will both confuse and convince Trimon and maybe even Naerwyn, and thus spared his new womanly body from being ravished by another man.