They are done for tonight.

Barbra Rosa rolled herself off from atop the Akkadian and lay back on the bunk breathing heavily. Both sated lovers turned their heads to look at each other and simultaneously burst into a fit of giggles. The Akkadian reached out and gently stroked the pearl phallus with his slim fingers, feeling his own slick juices coating it's shiny smooth surface.

"Minaja, you were the best that I have had in many years, but I am done for the moment." Barbra murmered, sighing at the sensation of the phallus being caressed.

"I guessed as much." The Akkadian replied. "But I have the urge to cuddle and pet following sex which I never used to feel."

Barbra kissed the assassin and her hand moved over his thigh to playfully tease his puffy gaping pussylips. Their actions were relaxed and gentle, not designed to arouse one another for sex, but simple to prolong the warm afterglow of the glorious fucking they had both just enjoyed.

"You are changing Minaja." The pirate said. "The way you think and act will slowly alter to be more womanly whether you fight it or not."

"I will not be in this form that long." The Akkadian insisted. "My transformation was not a punishment as your's was, the Sorceress will restore me before too long."

"As you say." Barbra clearly did not wish to make an arguement of the issue. "At least with the pearl phallus you need not worry about male seed. That was a major worry for me when I was first changed."

"Male seed?" The Akkadian had not given the matter much thought. He remembered the awful crusting mess on his thighs, left by Trimon the morning after he had been fucked by the warlord.

"Yes, I was terrified of having that seed gaining root within me and being with child." Barbra explained. "And of course there is the woman's moon cycle, until I learned of the herbs that can keep it away I dreaded that time each month."

The Akkadian remained very quiet, expecting to be restored soon he had given these matters no thought. The warlord had ejaculated inside of him on that first night, for all he knew he might already have the warlord's get quickening inside him. He did not share these thoughts with Barbra though, if such things could be remedied with herbs he would raise the matter with the Sorceress when he returned to her cabin.

"I have not yet had my first cycle." The Akkadian told the pirate. "I have been in this form less than two weeks."

"Truly? You are adjusting far faster than I did." Barbra declared in surprise. "For nearly a month I howled and raged at my fate and cried myself to sleep at night."

"I am Akkadian, we are taught from young to accept our fate." The assassin shrugged. "For most it will be **** or mutilation when we fail oneday on a mission. Strangely, this turn of events was never mentioned"

There was another long silence between the two beautiful women. Their fingers and lips continued to play and tease at one another's nubile bodies. At last Barbra sighed and pulled away.

"We must get some sleep." She told the Akkadian. "The first stop in our voyage is tomorrow and we will need our wits about us."

The pirate grasped the pearl phallus and drew it from her cunt. Laying it upon the bunk she spoke a phrase in the arcane tongue and the shaft simply fell apart into a heap of small pearls once more. Barbra gathered the shiny pearls up and tipped them back into the leather pouch with the vial and the scrap of paper.

The two transformed men shared a final hug and passionate kiss and the Akkadian left quietly and returned to the Sorceress.