Sonja in climax.

Conan hesitated only a heartbeat, despite her new form, her former masculine desire for wenches still ruled her sexual response, and though an accomplished warrior, Sonja was as comely and nubile as any princess or royal concubine. Conan's mouth descended on Red Sonja's sex as avariciously as a predator's jaws descend upon prey. She covered the plump, ruddy outer lips with her mouth, and her cheeks hollowed as she suckled on the redhead's swelling labia.

"There is a good little girl, Connie," Sonja encouraged, her rump shifting forward further upon her stone seat to thrust her sex harder on Conan's lips and tongue. "Now your tongue, enter and taste me."

The transformed barbarian complied without hesitation, her tongue delving between the swollen labial lips and as deeply as it could reach in the hot and dampened sheath between. Somja moaned lustily as the dextrous tongue wriggled and pushed its way hungrily inside her heated quim, her head thrown back as her spine arched. Sonja's juices were rich, a delicious mixture of sweetness and sharpness like honey and salty meat. Conan suckled fervently, the copious womanly nectar running along her squirming tongue to her lips and mouth.

"What a greedy little wench you make," Sonja gasped breathily, making no effort to disguise her sexual excitement and pleasure. "Now your fingers, thrust them inside me just as you would once have thrust your vanished cock."

Intent upon Sonja's honeypot, the reminder of Conan's unmanning went unheeded. The only focus of Conan's attention was the response of Sonja's body to her ministrations, the lusty sighs and the contractions and spasms of Sonja's muscles acting as her guide. As bidden, she thrust two fingers into the slick depths, her tongue now relegated to licking the moist netherlips of Sonja's sex.

Conan did her best to imitate the actions that Sonja had so recently performed upon her own sex. Sonja's stifled cries of pleasure were Conan's guide as he found the precise spot within the warrior wench's vulva that was the most sensitive and responsive to stimulation. Conan's lips shifted their focus, seeking out the nubbin at the apex of Sonja's sex. The flame-haired beauty's nub was larger than average, according to Conan's experience. It was swollen with desire, not unlike a little cock in its stiffness, although its size was only the length and thickness of the upper joint of her little finger.

"Clever girl, that is...ooooh, aaaah!" Sonja's praise descended to loud, growling exhalations of climactic pleasure.

Conan felt Sonja's sheath clench around his fingers in spasms, her already wet sheath now flooding with female juices which Conan licked and drank from her quim with ravenous thirst. The thighs on either side of Conan's face flexed and trembled in uncontrolled paroxysms as the warrioress cried out loudly in uninhibited confirmation of her satisfaction.