Most willing.

The assassin lay back and spread his smooth sleek thighs for Kintaya. His transformed body felt as if he was trembling, though this time his tremors were purely from excitement instead of the underlying fear he had felt with Trimon. That it was a mere girl about to treat his body as a female, rather than a muscled male warrior put him at his ease. That the girl was a lowly **** and smaller still than his rather petite acquired form further boosted his confidence that now he was in complete control of the situation. He felt Kintaya's fingers on the soft flesh of his inner thighs, pushing gently to part them wider and he willingly allowed her to spread his shapely legs wide to allow her access to his feminine sex. The **** girl bent her head, so that looking down the Akkadian could see the tight black nap of her hair fill the void between his spread legs. Something beautifully hot and wet laved the tender bruised lips of his new sex and he let out a gasp of pleasure.

"Mistress likes?" Kintaya asked with an arch smile as she briefly glanced up from her work.

The girl's tongue had a slight delicious roughness to it's texture as she licked the sorely abused outer lips of the Akkadian's labia. He sighed in satisfaction as the squiming soft wet tip of her tongue caressed the crinkly folds of his puffy lips and sent tingles of pleasure through him that made the muscles in his belly and thighs ripple. The slaves tongue probed and tickled at the fleshy lips and then he felt the hot questing tip of her tongue trace it's way up the slit.

"Gods yes! Mistress likes." The Akkadian panted, almost laughing as he referred to himself as the female gender. "I want to feel your tongue inside me girl."

The **** obliged without a word, the tip of her tongue pushing between the fleshy lips to tease the recently shafted cunt. The soreness the Akkadian felt after the hard use he had experianced from Trimon's cock meant that he did wince as his soft bruised flesh was licked. Perversely this slight pain and discomfort seemed to enhance rather than diminish from from the pleasure he felt. He felt his already damp sex respond eagerly to the caress of Kintaya's tongue, female juices oozed up from the hot depths of his cunt to make his inner flesh slick and wet. The **** girl's tongue moved in tight circles around the rim of his damp sheath, arousing nerves he had not previously known. He grasped the back of her head with his delicate hand and urged her face harder against his spread thighs.

"Enough teasing girl." He commanded. "Use your tongue more forcefully. I need no more arousing, I am already wetter than the jungles of Kush down there."

The Akkadian had expected the girl's tongue to thrust into his sheath in response to his words, for the girl to use her delightfully hot and rasping organ simerlarly as a man would use his cock to penetrate a ready female. In this he was mistaken, though what she did now was as pleasurable as it was unexpected to the male barbarian's mind that inhabited this whorish form. Kintaya's tongue withdrew and lashed upwards, to the fold of flesh that sheathed the Akkadian's clioris. As the pointed tip of her tongue flicked the swollen nubbin that lay beneath the folds the assassin cried out in astonishment and ecstasy. His hips bucked as sparks seemed to flow through his veins from the lash of tongue against clitoris. The slavegirl, hearing his cries was emboldened and her slim fingers parted his sex wide to expose the swollen nub. Again and again her hot tongue lashed at softest and most sensitive flesh, flicking the engorged clitoris repeatedly. The Akkadian fell back overwhelmed by such an ****.

"Oh my gods." The assassin cried out, his senses reeling from the stabbing pleasure that wracked his female body.

The Akkadian found he could barely form thought under such an attack, much less gather his wits to respond with his body in a coherent manner. He moved and cried out without thought, squirming and mewling in intense pleasure. Only a few seconds of such pleasurable attack was necessary to wrench a womanly response from his body. He screamed out in ecstatic completion as feminine juices sprayed from his overheated cunt upon the lips and chin of the darkskinned skin. Kintaya mercilessly continued her tongueing even as he writhed in orgasm, drawing the experiance out so that he babbled and squirmed in release for what seemed to be an age. She only relented as his shrieks and helpless writhing began to abate as his strength was spent. When she withdrew her face from between his spread legs he was left gasping and listless in a golden afterglow of female ecstasy.