Ithalin observed her over the curve of her rear as he continued to utilize his tongue as best he could-- that is to say, expertly. Clearly no stranger to being a tease, he dipped just the tip of his oddly girthy tongue into her rear, again and again, slowly building up speed as he watched her writhe. This was one of his favorite parts of the act-- as a death knight, he had a need to feed on the pain of others, but he had learned over time how to sate that hunger on a pain that was somewhat less physical, the pain and longing derived from pleasure that just never quite fulfilled the hole all living things had to be pinned down and fucked until they could walk no more.<br/><br/>He paused his torture of her rear (at least with his tongue) long enough to chuckle, giving her another long lick along the cleft between her cheeks.<span style="color: #b30000">"Mm, a needy little elf, arent't we?"</span>He said with a grin, giving her another set of swats on each of her swaying cheeks.<span style="color: #b30000">"Don't worry, you'll have your fill of me before we're done. I <i>promise</i>."</span>While he had teased her, he had positioned himself once again over her little rosebud of an entrance, and now he plunged his tongue completely within. Easily as thick as three fingers pressed together, the length of flesh didn't seem to have any intention of stopping its journey, even when it clearly should have met the end of its length. Instead, it pushed deeper, growing with each vibration of the false cock buried in her cunt, and it grew girthier, too. Rather than sinply being a flat-ish piece of flesh, now it was rounding out into a more circular shape, stretching her whole tunnel all at once, while Ithalin still swirled it in little circles, so as to make sure every inch felt pressed upon. While most bodies were naturally hot, Ithalin's was naturally chilled-- partially becauase it was no longer 'alive', and partially because the man liked it that way. It made preservation much easier. This natural cold extended to the tongue probing farther into her with each passing second, the wet flesh cold enough that flagpoles stuck to it, instead of the other way around.<br/><br/>The ice buried in her other hole was not idle either-- the speed of it, and the ice covering her clit, had been steadily increasing. If she minded to notice, she could probably figure out rather quickly that this speed was tied directly to how fast she pleased the tauren infront of her. If she went fast, so did the vibration. If she went slow, it went slow. The two formations also seemed to be growing colder by the second, and chilling more and more flesh around them, though the ice itself hadn't expanded an inch. His truly massive hands continued to use her flesh like dough, pulling her against his mouth as he turned her flesh red with heavy slaps and hard tugs, making sure her entire nether region was being stimulated one way or another.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>