most foul!

Trimon seed explodes inside the Akkadian, finishing the degrading act. After one final grunt he feels the warlord's hands and penis slide off his body as the bed shakes up and down with one violent crash.

Rolling over to see if the warlord has collapsed in exhaustion the spent assassin beholds Naerwyn kneeling behind him holding an invisible dagger which is noticeable because its blade is mostly covered in Trimon's blood; his corpse lays silent to the side.

"I am sorry Minaja for letting that go on for so long, but I had to get him at his most **** point. You whores are very convincing on how you play on a man's ego with your screams and whimpers." Looking at the Trimon's corpse Naerwyn mutters a few words in a prayerful tone with a strange tongue. "He was a noble warrior, if he couldn't die on the battlefield I think this the way he would prefer to go; one final conquest. May the god Bori guard your soul warlord, and that you find honor, glory and rest in the next life."

Turning to the Akkadian, Naerwyn continues. "I have completed your quest Minaja, let me finish mine. Lay here on the bed and pretend you are still with Trimon if the guards should come in. I'll search the room for the treasure I seek. Once I have found it, we should flee this place and quickly."