Conan the seduced.

Red Sonja rose to her feet and unbuckled the broad leather belt from which her sheathed sword hung. She propped the sword against a nearby stone pillar so that it was easily to hand if needed. Facing Conan with a smile, she slowly loosened the fastening of her scalemail loincloth and seductively slid the skimpy piece of armour down her long and shapely legs before stepping out of the clinking metal loincloth. As Conan well knew, her companion eschewed the wearing of any garment beneath the armour to preserve her modesty. A fact which now left Sonja bare from the waist down save for her leather-strapped sandals.

The warrioress posed for a moment with her fists on her wide hips, clearly designed to allow Conan at her feet to drink in the sight of her magnificent, athletic body. Her legs were finely muscled and powerful, her waist slender and toned with well-defined abs, but without losing any of her feminine curves. Sonja's pudenda was not fully denuded of hair as Conan's now was, but her pubic bush was clearly partly shaven clean to leave her netherlips bared and an auburn triangle of curls above her labia pointing like an arrowhead to the ruddy netherlips below.

"Crom curse your teasing woman," Conan swore bitterly. "How am I to satisfy your womanly needs bereft of my manhood?"

"Pffft, you are still as dull-witted as a man despite that body you now wear, Connie," Sonja taunted. "Have I not brought you to ecstasy only moments ago, despite thankfully being unburdened with a flesh sword? I know for a fact that you are well acquainted with using your fingers and tongue to pleasure tavern sluts."

It was certainly true that Conan had, in the past, and in the presence of Red Sonja, used both methods to ensure a wench was wet and willing before ploughing her furrow. However, she had barely considered this more than a prelude to sex rather than the act in itself. Likewise, a wench pleasuring another wench with fingers and tongue, which she had witnessed many times in taverns and brothels, she had previously considered to be an act designed to arouse a woman for sex properly with a male spectator. That a woman could completely satisfy another of her own sex without any participation of a man dawned on Conan as an epiphany.

Sonja took a seat on the stone base of the pillar and leaned back, spreading her long legs in open invitation to Conan. Her darkly reddened labia gaped slightly, already shining moistly with female arousal. Conan rolled herself over onto hands and knees and crawled closer until her head was between Sonja's widely spread thighs. Her long, raven black hair, soft and curled, but unkempt in its freshly grown abundance, fell in teasing caresses over Sonja's thighs.

"Your tongue, your fingers, Connie," Sonja breathed heavily in anticipation, her chest rising and falling beneath her scaled metallic halter top. "They are all you need to bring pleasure and completion."