Draiss had to admit it was very strange being on the other end of the techniques he usually employed. Far more interesting for one. One hand slowly worked its way into her hair, the god moaning at the unfamiliar sensations the new gender was giving him, holding her against his breasts as he enjoyed every second of the treatment. He squirmed, one leg wrapping around her waist to hold her still, as his cunt leaked his nectar onto her fingers, his moans soft but enthusiastic. After a moment, his free hand drifted down to gently stroke the breasts against his belly, still writhing under the skillful manipulations of his drow.