"Maybe this is the way it's supposed to be."

You look from Ivona's face, still contorted in shock, over the heaving mounds of her lovely breasts, her flat belly and feminine hips, and to her newly-formed cock. It seems to match her body, as pretty now as the delicate little pussy you've seen a hundred times in the baths at the abbey. It is strange, but that doesn't mean it isn't also beautiful.

"Maybe this is right," you say.

"What? What are you saying?"

Ivona uncovers her faces, lifts her head to look at you, catches a glimpse of her hard cock, and drops her head back onto the pillow.

"You said you have more powers, what if this is one of them? Maybe part of your heritage is to be able to grow this thing."

"I want it back the way it was!" she cries. "I don't want to be a man."

"No worry there," you chuckle, still admiring her otherwise feminine body. "But maybe you can learn to control it the same way you can control your eyes."

She seems to take in what you are saying. She props herself up on her elbows and forces herself to look at it. Her head moves slowly from side to side as she looks it over. It flexes and you both let out a surprised cry. You look at one another and dissolve into giggles as if you are still girls in the abbey, sharing a blanket and laughing after candlesnuff about how big Sister Anastasia's butt looks in her gown.

Ivona catches her breath first and holds up her hands.

"Alright, so what if that weird thing can be controlled? Where do I start?"

A hundred ideas, some shockingly lewd, flit through your head. You can't hide the smile on your face.

"What? What are you smiling about?" She covers her face again. "Oh, gods, sister! I'm the one who is a half daemon, why is it you are the one with the dirty mind? What are you thinking?"

"I think it needs to be tamed," you suggest.

"And how do you intend to tame it?" She asks, sitting up again and giving you another flash of those purple eyes.