Trimon fucks him again.

The assassin lay dazed following his climax, the soporific effects of the little **** making it difficult to focus on his surroundings. He was dimly aware that Trimon himself had not ejaculated. He felt strong hands on his body and made to protest, but only a lazy moan escaped his lips as he was unable to form words in the aftermath of such a powerful orgasm.

"Oh do not worry little whore." The warlord said soothingly. "I am far from finished, our pleasure has barely begun."

The Assassin felt his body being turned over, so that he lay face down on the bed. Strong arms lifted him and easily manouvered his petite frame in to the position that barbarian desired. As his wits slowly returned he found himself kneeling upon the bed with his bottom thrust up and back. He began to stir with the fear that the warlord meant to **** his rear passage uppermost on his mind. A tight grip on his wide hips and one strong palm pressing down on his back meant he was unable to rise. He looked back across his shoulder to see Trimon guiding his cock towards him once more.

He felt that hot cock nudge at his sex once more and felt absurdly grateful that the warlord was aiming to take his cunt from behind rather than violate his anus. This time the warlord did not dally in his insertion of that thick hard cock. The blunt tip was rubbed up and down the wet slit of the assassin's cunt a couple of times to part his moist dark lips and then thrust home with such vigour that the breath was driven from the Akkadian's lungs.

"Oh gods!" The Akkadian cried out as once more his tight wet sheath was filled as if to bursting with hot rigid male flesh. The warlord immediately began to pound the assassin's cunt with brutal abandon. The Akkadian was driven into the soft bedclothing as the man's hard and muscular pelvis slammed into the soft buffer of his buttocks. He mewled loudly as his cunt was filled, both from the undeniable pleasure and from the shame that feeling such pleasure brought.

Trimon fucked him long and hard, once more the warlord's stamina and self control proving to be of athletic proportions. After some long minutes of unrelenting fucking the assassin could once more feel the pressure growing that heralded the fact that he was soon to be driven to orgasm once more. He wailed in dismay that not only was he being dominated masterfully by another nman, but that this unfamiliar body seemed to betray him and take much pleasure from being so used.

"Squeal for me little Minaja." Trimon gloated. "I can feel by the way your cunt grips and caresses my cock that you are about to peak soon."

The Akkadian cried out, balling his tiny hands into fists that gripped tightly at the silken bedsheets. The warlords power and arrogance humiliated him, though every word the man uttered was proved true by the reaction of the slut's body he wore.