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The Akkadian felt the nomad's fingers withdraw from his cunt. Almost immediately these were replaced by something hot and blunt pressing against his now slippery wet pussylips. The desert warrior gave a grunt and thrust his hips and the assassin cried out as a thick hard cock entered him.

"Ahhh! Wet and tight my brother." The nomad sighed happily. "Entering this slut's cunt is like entering heaven's gates."

"You can keep heaven's gates my brother." The second warrior retorted. "Just be swift and finish so I can feel these delights for myself."

The increasingly familiar sensation of a cock ploughing his gash made the Akkadian moan loudly, first with frustration and humiliation and then as his slutty body betrayed him and became sexually aroused with heated desire. The nomad was less endowed than Trimon, but his cock was thick and he thrust with a fierce need that had the Akkadian gasping.

The warrior holding the assassin's wrists leant over, his face close to the ravished Akkadian. He leered down, drooling slightly in anticipation of taking his turn at **** the captive. Suddenly something big and powerful moved quickly into the Akkadian's field of vision. There was a sickening crunch as a camel's foot kicked into the side of the leering nomad's head.

"My brother!" The warrior between the Akkadian's thighs cried out in shock.

The kicked nomad's eyes went suddenly blank and blood flowed from his nose. With a gurgle he toppled sideways lifelessly releasing his hold on the Akkadian as he fell. With a shout the remaining nomad withdrew from the Akkadian and lurched to his feet. Fumbling as he tried to both pull up his baggy pants and draw his scimitar at the same time he fixed his gaze on Hanna who stood snorting and kicking the sand nearby.

"Accursed camel, I shall spill your guts on the sand." The Nomad vowed.

At last sorting both his pants and his scimitar out the warrior advanced towards Hanna meaning to disembowel her. He took only a few steps before grunting with surprise. Looking down he looked astonished to see six inches of the tip of a scimitar sticking out from his belly. The protruding blade pulled back through him and a moment later he cried as a red heat seared the backs of his calves as his hamstrings were severed by a slash of the scimitar.

The Akkadian stared down at his ****, the man lying on his back on the sand. The nomad's fingers clutched at his belly as beneath him the white sand became red as his lifeblood gushed from the corresponding wound in his back. The tip of a scimitar came to rest on his throat and he stared up dumbly at the Akkadian holding the blade lifted from the other dead nomad.

"No-one hurts my camel." The Akkadian hissed.

The assassin slowly pushed down on the blade, pushing the tip through the nomad's throat. He spluttered and whimpered as his blood filled his windpipe then spasmed and went limp. The Akkadian turned away from the slain warrior and rushed to Hanna and threw his arms around her shaggy neck.

"Oh Hanna my clever camel." The assassin cried, tears stinging his eyes. "You rescued me. Us girls must stick together after all."

The Akkadian looked shocked as the implication of what he had just uttered sank in. For the first time he had thought and referred to himself as a female. Redfaced despite there being no witness, barring Hanna, the Akkadian broke away from the hug and quickly looted the bodies of the two dead nomads.