Ithalin pulled his lips up in a toothless smile as he watched the elf pull herself free of the beast's member, tilting his head to the side.<span style="color: #b30000">"I'm impressed you can stand so soon,"</span>he said with a hint of amusement, this time talking like a normal individual, and not one that invaded minds for a partial living.<br/><br/>Walking foward, he positioned himself to the rear of Lailithe, right behind her protuding ass. Taking a cheek in each of his massive, callused hand, Ithalin squated until his giant form was at head height with her leaking hole. Starting to work the flesh of her rear like he was kneading bread, he delivered solid slaps to each cheek intermittently as his lips moved in a wordless incantation. While her ass was getting tenderized by his heavy blows, she'd be able to feel a sudden coldness encapsulating first her clit, and then her entire nether region. The source of this was easily found-- a cap of ice upon her clit, and what looked like the front of a transparent set of ice panties covering her labia. As Ithalin continued to chant in some silent tongue, a protusion of ice began to work itself into her ravaged folds, its natural slickness unused in the stretched tunnel. It quickly grew in length until it was only a hair shy of her cervix, where it stopped. And then, along with the cap on her clit, it began to vibrate, for now at a slow and steady speed.<br/><br/>Leaning in to lick along one of her cheeks, he chuckled as his spell finished.<span style="color: #b30000">"Wouldn't want you leaking it all out, or worse yet, tightening up, would we?"</span>Pulling her flesh aside to reveal her backdoor, he brought his tongue about to tease the ring of flesh at the entrance.<span style="color: #b30000">"So, dry, or wet? I'm thinking your the type for dry, but it's rude to assume, no?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>