Yes, but with side-effects

The wine's poignant smell permeated the air as the the Sea Bitch's crew partook in the drink. Barbra Rosa led the charge by slamming her cup upon the ground, much to the amusement of her mates, sending slaves scrambling to refill their cups.

Staring at his own, the Akkadian only smiled towards a **** when approached with a flagon, waving him away with a hand gesture. He had not had any spirits since his transformation, and the sight of Honey with her flush cheeks offered a small glimpse as to what his own tolerance level was. Before he had bedded many a woman impressed with his bronze toned body, but for those who were more ****, a drink would find them to his bed soon enough. A clatter among the plates however broke his nostalgia as a cheer erupted from the crewman's table.

“Ye cheated! No woman be strong enough to beat me ya hear!” A panther woman across from the man had his arm firmly pinned to the table in what appeared to be a bout of arm wrestling.

“Small man cunt lick now?” She responded mockingly to which several other female warriors whooped in response.

Red-faced the man walked around to face her, his movement staggered by the effects of wine. “Well I ought ta..”

Reaching out to grab her left breast, the woman easily sidestepped him, pivoting off his right shoulder blade to knock his knees out from behind with a firm kick. Almost falling to the floor face first, she spared him the indignity by yanking his collar taut before circling to face him.

“Cunt lick now!” The man still disoriented from the sudden movement, had no time to react as he found a glistening vulva smashed against his face.

Several other crew members got up as if to support him but just as they did, a few warriors peeled out from the festivities to wrestle them down into submissive positions. Barbra Rosa merely let out a hearty chuckle as she pointed at her crew.

“Ye been wanting something to plough for ages... well now you're practically swimming in it!” She idly sipped at her cup in clumsy fashion, her beet red face betraying her sense of control. “Not my fault that it's more than the lot of you can handle!”

Almost **** on her wine she dropped her mug as an infectious laughter seemed to consume her. Several warriors locked eyes with their leader, but Daina merely smiled approvingly as with a flick of her hand several more men were brought in.

Unlike the serving slaves who were older and more plain of face, these men were young, lithe, and more importantly to the warrior women; quite virile. The sorceress remained stoic as the crew of the Sea Bitch found themselves, ravaged. Their clothing torn off to the cries of agony which quickly shifted to that of lust.

For every man there were at least two women, and those unfortunate to find no such mate, found another woman to fondle in anticipation. This however was all the Akkadian could make out for he found someone crawling up his thigh.

“Minaja... you smell so … nice.. so I thought I'd hic come by to have a taste.”

Having been enraptured by the sudden change of events, he found himself unable to react as he felt his nether region bloom as Honey suckled the nub of his clitoris. His undergarments had been pulled aside somehow without his knowing, causing the assassin to blush at his lapse of awareness. Gasping at her sudden advance, the Akkadian merely placed a palm upon the strawberry blonde's head, surrendering his sex to be invaded by the soft and familiar lips of the Circassian.

“Oh god...” A moan escaped as an odd tingling seemed to flourish within where Honey's hot tongue skillfully worked his womanhood. It wasn't just his juices for ashamedly, he already knew the feeling well; but it was something else. It was then that a firm grasp of his bosom by Honey's .. no .. his own hand sent him reeling.

His left hand found itself messaging a taught nipple, playfully pulling, twisting and otherwise sending him over the edge without so much as a thought. “Mirta.. what is happening to me..” He stammered between breaths. A sudden heat spreading from his loins like a velvet river causing the Akkadian to scream out in pleasure... but he was not the only one.

The camp it seems had almost turned ferral as he spied two women entwined on a bench and others pinned up or laid upon any surface deemed fit for love making. No man was without a cunt to his face or his pecker enveloped by clenching vaginal walls.

“Oh...oh.. uhhhhh!” Soft succulent arms weaved their way around his thighs as Honey found her anchor, his own arm even betraying him as the warmth from his seeping gash spread. The Sorceress, of coarse, she would ''ohh.. gods..YES...” His mind spun.

The Akkadian's senses were in a haze, the sounds of lust coming from every which way as he tried to focus on his mistress seated just ahead of him. Feeling the world swirl once more to the approaching climax he clenched his eyes shut.

...He felt the trembling of his pussy and the invader within, the clenching of his vaginal walls.... No, he needed to focus on the situation..... But there were the erect sensations of his nipples being twisted, his breasts fondled.... his mouth opening in the midst of orgasm!

Opening his eyes he found himself moaning as his pearl was held tight. A pair of foreign fingers dripping with juices quickly filling the void caused by his scream of rapture. He was exhausted yet climbing the arc of his mounds like handholds was none other than Honey wishing more. Pushing him flat upon his back, her lips found his and they embraced. No longer had he any control, and through mere circumstance he caught the milky white legs of his mistress through strawberry blonde curls. They were straddled around Daina, the Sorceress biting softly upon the woman's ear as her teat was hungrily devoured by the Panther's leader. Her own face that of Nirvana.