Sonja breaks Conan's resistance.

"Please what, Connie?," Sonja queried, her voice as sweet as honey.

The instinctive female response from Conan in her present form to spread her soft thighs as sexual heat flared from an ember to a smouldering fire inside her allowed Red Sonja easier access to Conan's rapidly moistening quim. She felt the fingers that had parted her lips delve deeper, slim and strong and impossible to ignore. Sonja, due to her sex was of course intimately familiar with a wench's sheath. Despite being a warrioress Sonja had the same vulnerability to female heat as any tavern slut and she was frequently required to bring herself to climax to keep her female need in check. With the skill and knowledge few men possessed her fingertips pressed deep to find the spot within Conan's wet sheath of maximum sensitivity.

"Ohhhh!" Conan moaned despairingly, her mind clouding and will dissipating with a wench's desire as Sonja's fingertips caressed her most sensitive flesh. "Please Mistress."

"See how easy that was Connie?" Sonja gloated in soft and silky triumph. "But a question remains. Please stop or please bring you temporary relief?"

Conan's female need was unbearable, her desire had been stoked to a raging heat that no man could fully comprehend. She was unable to reason or even fully control her movements in such an aroused state. She had seen and caused such heat in her male form many times of course, but only now completely comprehended the helpless state of an aroused wench.