"Turn you into a woman?. That's not going to happen, Rissa. This is a mere practice". I state grasping Cadrissa's neck with my left hand, stripping her of the last bits of her autonomous movement. "If you want to be «My Female». It won't be my hand what you will have around your neck".
"I understand, Sir".
Despite Cadrissa's quivering voice, she only becomes more prone, and eager to intimacy, her stiff nipples perking up, which makes me want to tease her a little, rubbing the icy lube on her areola's border.
"Ahh~". Her chest tremble, the lube melting with the heat of her body, the viscous liquid pathing the perimeter of Rissa's bosom, leaving her belly's skin with a cold tickling expanding an aching that she is unable to scratch.
My cold fingers follow the path of Cadrissa's numbed skin, unable to perceive my careful touch, coming as a surprise for her when my fingertips reach her vagina, finding her stiff, swollen core.
