She growled in pleasure with a hint of pain as the fox began<em>abusing</em>her ass and twisting her about.  Kitsune sure knew how to fuck like the beast she looked like, and she certainly took it literally.  Elisabeth was going to be sore for sure, at least until she worked some spells for healing into her asshole and cheeks.  Would probably relish the wobbliness for a bit, if for no other reason then to happily remember this moment.<br/><br/>And as her sex was leaking copious amounts of lubricant, the magic from her spell (that she knew so<em>very</em>well) got to Kitsune, and with the loudest scream yet she began to jackhammer her asshole, which would likely tear a lesser woman apart.  For her though, it made her cum in an<em>instant</em>, and spraying the couch and carpet with her tremendous gushing.  She creamed and screamed, still riding that pulsing, throbbing cock, jet after jet filling her bowels, slowly but surely whiting-out from the pleasure.  On and on and on and on...<br/><br/>...for a<em>minute and forty-two seconds</em>... they both came, gushed, and sprayed for almost two solid minutes, before<em>finally</em>neither could take anymore.  She managed to dismiss the spell as she collapsed back against Kitsune, unable to move and barely able to tell who she was.  Her bowels were filled with cum<em>deep</em>into her intestines, the massive cock still buried until her cheeks touched those big, furry,<em>empty</em>balls... this was heaven, she was<em>sure</em>of it...<br/><br/>"Urg..." she managed to grunt out as they lay upon the couch currently, in a surprisingly comfortable position, with he legs spread<em>wide</em>and immodestly...<br/><br/>...which is how she'd fall asleep, then and there, without even so much as a word.  Good thing the one thing she kept - throughout the<em>entire</em>night - was that new, state-of-the-art simrig with skinlink tech, strapped to the back of her neck.  Two<em>wonderful</em>sexings, and in Kitsune's sake from both ends of one.  One she'd keep special, the other... well, they could always sell it, or just keep it personal.  Not that she was thinking that right now; she was off in a heavenly dreamland until morning...