Lailithe had never experienced the sensations she was feeling now. The frigid cold that invaded her and vibrated so rapidly inside made her skin prickle and her muscles tense out of her own control-- yet the icy tongue that plunged and prodded inside of her was satisfying every criteria her tight little pucker could want. Even the feeling of the Tauren's shaft felt good, each ridge and vein giving a sense of comfortable familiarity by now, especially in the face of the strange new things the Forsaken was enacting upon her. Molakatar's contribution was more than appreciated when her ass was being tenderized and smacked around. Her breasts being kneaded so carefully was a welcome duality.<br/><br/>Once the tongue had made it's way from her, in what was no doubt the transition into another organ entering her, she managed to keep a rythymic pace back on the Tauren's cock once again, milking at him in seeking that lovely seed and the sweet release from her icy play toy. It was all a waiting game, until the man were to insert him self. Once he did, Lailithe had a very brief tinge of disappointment at the size-- but then it grew. And morphed. And grew again. Whether she was shaking and writhing from trying to handle the literally monstrous cock, or from an orgasm, even she couldn't tell. But gods she didn't want it to stop.<br/><br/>Lailithe bucked her hips backward toward the Forsaken to coax him to begin fucking her as wildly as she felt the need, and her nails digging into the Tauren's thighs were evidence enough of this. She could barely respond to the Forsaken with such addled thoughts, but she figured he could read her own if he could whisper into hers. "Knot me, but leave the eggs for another night, my sweet. I can't be looking too bloated when it's my turn to be lapping at a beautiful woman later." She could barely contain the muffled whimpers and moans, but she surely was making her best effort to make them sound as erotic as can be.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>