Yes, if the Akkadian listens.

The Akkadian felt his anger rise, believing that Barbra had played him for a fool. For a moment he even considered snatching the dagger at his waist and plunging it into the redhead's heart. He drew a deep breath and then let it out slowly and that moment passed. Certainly the slut had played him, but had been true to her word and allowed him to use the pearl phallus to fuck her as a man would have. The pirate also had taught him a valuable lesson from her own experiance of being transformed.

"Why do you tell me this?" The Akkadian asked the wench. "You obviously find amusement in my misfortune. Why not sit back and laugh at my foolish ignorance."

"I find amusement in the fact that you still believe you have suffered a misfortune." Barbra corrected him. "Believe it or not, I do feel a kinship with you because of our shared fate. It took many years for me to learn the lessons that set me back on the path to power. If I offer you a little advice, it is entirely up to you whether you heed it."

"I find it difficult to believe that the Barbarossa of the old tales would give me advice out of kindness." The assassin said.

"All the old tales are exaggerated. Besides, Barbarossa has been dead for forty years." Barbra said grinning. "Barbra Rosa on the other hand is very much alive and knowing when to make allies will keep her that way."

"You see me as a useful ally?" The Akkadian said doubtfully.

"Amongst other things, yes." The pirate told him. "You also have a most perfect ass and I spoke the truth when I told you my taste for women was still strong. We had an agreement that I would fuck you once you were done with the pearl phallus."

The Akkadian nodded slowly. Barbra had made that condition and he had continued on and fucked her and in so doing had accepted her terms. He was aware that Barbra, though still weaker than a man, was much stronger than he was. If he balked at receiving the phallus she might well take him by **** if she chose.

"I am still a man of my word, even if my agreement was unspoken." The Akkadian told the redhead. "I am yours to use as you please."

"A woman of your word Minaja." The pirate corrected with a smile. "And that is how I intend to use you. Get on your knees before me."

The Akkadian pulled himself away from Barbra, the pearly cock slipping from the pirate's cunt as he drew back. It still reared obscenely from his own slit, long and hard and gleaming unlike the wilting fleshy cocks of mere men after use. Barbra rose from the bunk and stood close to the kneeling Akkadian. So close that the wild bush of red pubes was tickling his nose. He smelt her aroused cunt, a rich dark aroma that rekindled so many memories.

"Take the pearl phallus from your cunt Minaja." Barbra commanded. "Then lick it's shaft clean. All the shaft, half soaked with my cunt's juices and the other half with your own."