Ithalin gave her doughy cheeks another firm, kneading squeeze before delivering a rapid barrage of strikes to send her flesh rippling, the man able to feel the vibration against his tongue as it swirled about inside her. Moving his head back in forth, the death knight was ensuring the girl got a good taste of what being fucked by a tentacle was like, except with less rape. His skilled tongue shrunk and expanded without missing a beat as it stretched her wide as four of her own fingers pressed together. Her response to his actions was very pleasing, his barely-there hunger quieted before he could even get to the main feast.<br/><br/>The ice buried in her flooded folds was pleased as well, rewarding her efforts with vibrations at such a speed the ice was starting to resonate, a low ringing sound flowing from her battered entrance. Taking a page from its creator, the protusion inside of her began to contract and expand, for now starting out nice and slow even as its vibrations spread out among her overloaded nerves. Not one to give unbalanced pleasure, the man's conjured ice on her clit also shifted, pulling the perky nub up and out slighty, all while continuing to vibrate the tiny button of love. Both pieces were rapidly approaching single-digits temperature wise, dropping faster than her face on the tauren's cock.<br/><br/>Slowly, ever so slowly, Ithalin began to pull back, his tongue continuing to swirl and thrust inside as he withdrew the dangling now-rod of flesh. Finally, after what seemed to him like a good hour of pulling tongue back into his body, he was done, the tip popping free from her ass to the dripping of saliva. Not lifting the worming 'finger' from her, he traced a long line of spittle down one thigh, along her taint, up around the other thigh, and back to her pucker. Giving it a final prod with his now normal-sized tongue, he pulled his knees up as he straightened his posture, looking down at her servicing the cock before her with such fervrent need.<br/><br/>Giving her ass another spank in approval, he looked down at his pants, which were still on. In a moment this was no longer the case. The traveling leathers dispersed into a mist of shadows, leaving his heafty sack of balls free to air out as his flaccid member swayed between his thighs. Reaching down, he set the tip of the currently woefully small member to her rear, and found the stiffening member fit inside without issue. Smirking, he began to thrust, entering into her with all the effectiveness of a mage trying to polymorph a death knight. Soon, though, his cock had filled to its proper size with his 'circulating' blood, and now his reason for entering while still so small was apparent. His veined, chilled member was now as thick as his own fist, and Ithalin's fist was easily comprable to a Tauren's. Its length was no less wanting, easily as long as the woman's own forearm, and then some. The lubrication from his tongue made the heavy thrusts he was giving all the easier as he stretched her from the inside out, and the rings of little bumps starting to appear on his rod, looking much like the ribbing found of the toys peddled in the whorehouses of the port city, only helped to further the stimulation.<span style="color: #b30000">"I wonder,"</span>his voice blared into her head once more, so as to not interrupt her cocksucking.<span style="color: #b30000">"You seem like the depraved type who dreams of getting knotted, or even gettimg inseminated with a bunch of eggs. Care to narrow that need down? After all, I'm only here to offer you the pleasure of the Void."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>