No. Sonja dumps her in the stream anyway.

Conan continued to stare at Sonja, unable to drag her gaze from the tall, muscled warrioress. Her companion's slim, combat-hardened body still excited Conan, and she ached to run her hands over Sonja's lithely muscular form, to cup the firm and perky breasts, to spread those long, powerful legs and hear Sonja cry out in climax. Sonja had taught Conan that these things were still possible, even robbed of her hard male body and infallible huge cock. The undeniable pleasure of lesbian lovemaking with her redheaded partner came with a price she was **** to pay.

"Why do you dither like a virgin maiden, Connie?" Sonja asked with a mischievous chuckle. "I know that you still desire me; you have proven it. I have already seen, tasted and fucked that pretty body you wear. Strip and sluice the sand from your quim so we can share more pleasure before continuing towards Luxor."

"Wash yourself," Conan replied forlornly. "I shall clean myself alone once you are done."

"Silly girl. If you will not wash of your own free will, I will scrub you myself," Sonja laughed and moved in Conan's direction.

Conan turned tail and attempted to flee. Her voluptuously curved body was not well suited for sprinting; her large breasts bounced crazily and threw her off balance as she fled. Sonja, by comparison, was lean, athletic, and long-legged; her smaller, firmer breasts bounced and jiggled as she raced after Conan, but did not seriously hamper her pace. The flame-haired warrior woman easily caught Conan before she had gone but a few yards. Conan felt herself swept up into Sonja's arms as the far stronger woman tackled her and lifted her off her feet. Her body squirmed, and her feet kicked uselessly as she was carried back to the stream and unceremoniously dumped in the shallow flow of water.

"You don't understand, how could you?" Conan cried out as she rolled over to kneel thigh deep in the stream. "Of course, I still desire you, and your touch is more pleasurable than ever. But every time I climax at another's hands, I feel a part of myself slipping away. Each moment of female joy leaves me wanting to feel hands and tongues pleasure me more as a woman. Gods help me, my mind even strays to thoughts of how a cock would feel inside me, thrusting deep and filling me. With each release, I can feel myself becoming more submissive and compliant, more accepting of the purpose this body was designed for."

"My poor little Connie," Sonja replied. "You are right, I did not understand. Though I made my own vow that only a man who could best me might fuck me, when I met a warrior able to do so, I never felt diminished to be fucked and feel the sweet release of climax."

"We have a long road still ahead of us," Sonja continued. "And I know well enough that release and satiation of a woman's desire is necessary for us to focus our energies. If you are unwilling to allow me to give you such a release, then we should each bring pleasure by our own hands."

Conan considered the suggestion carefully. She still felt that such self-pleasure might weaken her resolve to remain chaste, but the womanly need she felt was distracting, leaving her unable to relax. She nodded hesitantly, acquiescing to Sonja's proposal. Parting her soft thighs, Conan douched her quim in the stream, removing the irritating grains of sand that had entered her sheath. Sonja squatted down nearby, spreading her knees wide as she parted her ruddy netherlips with her fingers and splashed water into her exposed cunny to likewise douche herself free from invasive grains of sand.