Ithalin's response to her own mental replay was to deliver a firm swat to her already jiggling cheeks, matching his thrusts to hers as her much-too-small insides did their best to milk his cock. The member had stopped growing now, Ithalin evidently content to impale her on a rod as long as her own thigh, and as thick as a bottle of fine wine-- the bottom part, of course.  The ribbing on the ice-cold member had grown pronounced in the process of rearranging her ass in the shape of his cock, with ten rings of fleshy knobs circling around his flesh, the bumps helping to stimulate her with every savage thrust. And those thrusts came hard and fast, more comporable to a dog rutting its bitch. Undeath had given him many gifts, and speed was one he used readily to better rut a whore until she couldn't take a cock smaller than his own.<br/><br/>The ice buried in her snatch shifted, growing once more, this time in girth, until it matched the size of its creator. A moment later, and she'd feel a second cock splitting open her soaked folds, fucking her at the exact same pace as the man in her rear. The truth was that there was no second cock, but she'd likely have guessed that by the fact the expanding-and-contracting ice-cock was still vibrating, except now it, and the cap of ice on her clit, vibrated in time to Ithalin's thrusts, rather than her head bobbing on the Tauren.<br/><br/>Soon enough, his pistoning member was leaking pre from its tip, helping to make his thrusts all that much easier. The clear liquid also had another use-- it, through the knight's body wizardry, was infused with a natural aphrodisiac. Nothing terribly potent-- it wouldn't turn her into a mindless broodslut. But it would certainly help spur her and her body along to keep up with his relentless pace, even if she didn't need the added encouragement.<span style="color: #b30000">"Well, tauren. Where in this equation would you like to be added in?"</span>Ithalin inquired with a snicker, bringing his gaze from the elf's back to the tauren's face. While he was speaking, the base of his shaft had begun to swell, for now just a nail thicker than the rest of his shaft, but it nonetheless forced her already strained pucker even wider, and with him, more was inevitable.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>