Sonja confirms Conan is a wench.

Sonja's hand descended, and Conan braced herself for the flare of pain when the redhead's palm struck her already stinging buttocks. There was no sharp crack of a palm on soft flesh or the burning sting in her upraised rump this time, however. Instead, before she could ready herself and make any move to prevent it, Sonja's hand thrust between Conan's thighs. Conan reacted too late to her flame-haired companion's change of tactics, pressing her thighs together, trapping Sonja's hand between her legs rather than denying access. Conan yelped as loudly as when she had been spanked as she felt Sonja's fingers upon her sex.

"I am unmanning you, Conan?" Sonja asked. "I think not. The jewel has completely unmanned you already, unless my fingers deceive me."

Conan gritted her teeth, the cheeks of her face now glowing as red and as hot as the cheeks of her behind. She felt her new sex keenly now as dextrous and insistent fingers caressed the unfamiliar flesh. Fingertips traced and caressed the swollen outer lips of her labia, confirming beyond all doubt the absence of her formerly impressive manhood and heavy testicles. Conan's upturned ass squirmed on Sonja's lap in response to the ticklish exploration of her new feminine sex.

"I can find no trace of a man," Sonja announced. "Unless it is well hidden from touch. Perhaps here."

Sonja's fingertips closed together, sliding over the puffy lips of Conan's new womanly sex. Conan felt them press insistently at the crease between her labial lips and felt her fleshy petals slowly open in response to the pressure exerted. Despite her gritted teeth, her resolve wavered, and she exhaled in a breathy moan as Sonja's fingertips pressed into the moist crease of her quim.

Hyperborean women were by nature highly responsive to their sex being touched. From long experience, Conan knew the most stubborn or aloof wenches presenting an ice-like coldness and indifference would melt within seconds once their sex was subjected to a caress or penetration. Even the most powerful or hardened of witches and warriors shared this weakness to arousal.

"No, I feel no trace of a man here either," Sonja declared with amusement as Conan gasped and wriggled upon her knee."Only the heat and welcoming soft sheath of a wench."

"Enough! Please, Sonja," Conan begged. "Your point is well made. I have the heat and need of a wench. I cannot deny it. Your touch has awakened the lust of a female. My body burns with need, but please not like this. Not like a conquest."