With your hand

"Perhaps I could use my hand to tame it?" you suggest.

"Your hand? You mean touch it?"

"As a man does, yes." You shrug at her questioning gaze. "I think I've learned enough in the last day to prepare me for giving it a try."

"If you think it will work," says Ivona. "I trust you."

She scoots back against the headboard so that she can sit up. She splays her feminine thighs fairly wide apart so that her new bollocks dangle down to the rumpled bedding and her modest cock sticks straight up. She has a look on her face - nose wrinkled and brow furrowed - as if she is fascinated and disgusted at the same time. You crawl beside her and kneel at her hip.

"Alright," you say, moving your hand towards her cock, "I will just grip it and stroke it. Slow and gentle. If anything hurts, you let me know and I will stop right away."

Ivona nods her agreement. You slide your hand up her trembling thigh and let her shaft touch your thumb and index finger. You close your fist around her, gently squeeze, despite her sharp intake of breath, and stroke her by pulling her loose skin up and over the swollen head.

Ivona's eyes go wide as saucers and she lets out a whine of discomfort. You immediately release her cock.

"Ohhhhh, no, something is happening!" she cries and tries to cover herself with both hands as her cock begins to jerk. She cages her throbbing cockmeat with her fingers. She squirms and bucks her hips as gushes of glistening white cum spurt out through her fingers. She thrusts her hips against her hands, splattering her fingers with more and more of her spunk. The musk of her seed in not unpleasant. In fact, it smells like a fine elixir and you feel the urge to lean down and lick it from her fingers.

"It's so messy," says Ivona, still struggling to catch her breath.

Ivona lifts her hands from her lap, loops of cum webbing her fingers and dangling into strands that drop loose and splatter onto her thighs, her new cock and onto the bed. Her cock twitches again and a pearly drop of her seed wells at its tip. Already, it is shrinking, retreating before your eyes until it is just a mushroom cap of flesh sticking out above her shrinking bollocks.

"I can... feel it. My womanhood. It's just there, just below the surface. I think I can get it back." Ivona's brow knits as she concentrates. The bollocks retreat into her flesh until she is smooth beneath the slight bump of her cock. An indentation forms, almost as if she is wearing underclothes taut against her sex, but then she lets out an exhausted breath. The bollocks bulge out once more and the little cock grows a fraction of an inch. "Not quite. Maybe if you, um, tried again?"

"With pleasure," you say.

You stretch out on the bed beside Ivona and begin kiss her and caressing her breasts. You pluck at her hard nipples and tease her neck with sucking kisses and slow tracing licks. A glance down at her waist tells you the stimulation is working. Her tiny cock is growing once more into a modest manhood, rising, cum-slick, from her trimmed hair. You can't keep your fingers out of the gooey mess down there as you wrap your hand around Ivona's cock. She moans at the contact and you hold your hand perfectly still until she can recover.

"Alright," she says. "I'm alright. It's just so sensitive. It feels as if my bud has grown four inches long."

"Maybe that's what all men feel," you suggest. "Not that you're going to fool anyone into thinking you are a man."

Before she can reply, you squeeze her cock and give it a stroke from root to tip, drawing her foreskin over the cum-smeared head. She groans, but does not writhe in the agony of pleasure as before. You give her another stroke and another, working your hand gently and slowly up and down her cock. The smell of her seed permeates the air and some of it is churned to foam on her cock by the action of your stroking fist.

"I think... I think it's going to happen again." She gasps, looking from you to her straining red cock in your hand.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Ivona quickly shakes her head. She seems anxious and her breathing is quivering her breasts as if she has the chills. You get the message. It feels too good and she wants you to continue. You stroke her faster and faster as she begins to thrust into your fist. She's smiling now, excitement show on her face as she quickly drives towards a climax.

"Ohhhhhh! Yes! It's so intense!" She fucks your hand, her ass lifting from the bed and her red cock slipping lewdly through your cum-smeared fingers. Her cock is angled almost horizontally in those last few thrusts. Her cock jerks in your grasp and launches a long, white stream of cum over her belly to splatter onto and between the heaving mounds of her breasts. She squeals with surprise, laughing and gasping as you wank her pumping cock. She gushes seed all over her own breasts, coating them and raining her cum onto her nipples to drip between her breasts.

A last shudder of pleasure runs through Ivona as you let her softening cock slip through your fingers. She smiles up at you, her face almost serene if you can ignore the droplets of cum that managed to hit her cheeks. Her daemonic phallus slithers into her body, her bollocks retract, and the soft, pink furrow of her cunt delicately opens like a flower. Her mound is covered in the frothy white smears of her first orgasm.

"I think I can control it now. Thank you, Sabine. I don't know what I would do without you." Her gaze moves down to her cum-slathered breasts and belly. "Now I think I need to clean myself. Unless... you want to help with that as well?"

She raises an eyebrow and smiles mischievously at you. The strange musk of her daemon seed is inviting you to taste her glazed body.