Trimon intervenes.

The Akkadian by now was slamming his hips forward hard, drilling the strapped on magic cock into Naerwyn with all the **** his weaker body could summon. The thief's words were music to his ears, he was used to the women he bought or captured being tamed by his strength and his flesh and blood cock. The sensations from the arcane dildo and the rubbing of the tight leather harness on his own pussy and clitoris were combining to raise his own state of arousal much swifter than he was used to. He was wondering whether, even with the aid of the magic of the dildo, he had the stamina to make Naerwyn orgasm before he did so himself.

"Gods yes, I'm cumming for you Minaja." The thief cried out, to the assassin's pleasure. "OOOOH GODS YESS!"

The Akkadian relaxed his concentration, knowing that he had acheived his aim of making the thief climax and allowed himself to fully appreciate the sight and feelings of the beautiful redhead squirming in release beneath him. A half dozen more hard thrusts into Naerwyn's tight cunt as she writhed and babbled under him and his own orgasm flushed through his body. The Akkadian cried out as he climaxed whilst his partner was still bucking and moaning in her own release. His body trembled like a leaf in a strong wind as he cried out ecstatically and slumped forward in exhaustion onto Naerwyn's back. The two female forms rolled onto the bed beside each other and Naerwyn put her arms around the Akkadian as she kissed his lips passionately.

"Minaja my love." Naerwyn whispered to the Akkadian. "I am yours now and forever."

A peal of hearty male laughter and the sound of a hard hand slapping against muscled thigh greeted Naerwyn's confession of devotion.

"I must congratulate that devious bitch, the sorceress, on her ingenuity." Trimon laughed. "Born without the blessing of a cock she used her dark magic to fuck her whorish serveants into obediance. No wonder they were always uncorruptable no matter what inducement men tried to make them betray that witch."

The Akkadian responding to Naerwyn's kisses felt an uncharacteristic stab of guilt as he saw the utter devotion in the woman's eyes. As a male he had seen that look many times before, only to ride away and abandon the wench without a second thought. Was it simply because magic had caused the thief to become besotted or was this new body having an effect on his emotions?

"Of course this does present a dilemma." Trimon said, breaking into the assassin's musing. "It hardly seems fair that your novice should be so besotted with you Minaja. As pleasant a fuck as you are, you are still a whore. A profession renowned for taking advantage of other's affections for your own ends."

"My lord I would never...." The Akkadian started to protest.

"Shhhh, Minaja. Spare me your protestations of innocence. I know your manipulative ways too well." Trimon commanded. "It occurs to me that this is easily remedied. Remove that device and let the novice strap it on in your place. You will be unable to take advantage of the poor slut once you are as devoted to her as she is now to yourself."