Neither did Pathfinder notice it.  Not while all this was going on.  Especially not when the sensation of that major piece sliding up under her skirt that barely offered the illusion of covering anything to prod against her exposed crotch hit her brain.  "A-aaaaaaahhh," she sighed, groaning when the tip poked a few times against her nether regions.  Pathfinder could feel the throbbing in the intruder poking the outer lips of her privates, the hard pulsating tool seeming painful to the elf - and she wasn't even the one that was experiencing the frustration.<br/><br/>Pathfinder was about to say no...but then<em>it</em>poked her in just the right way, and she sighed loudly and sagged a little bit, letting the first inch or two of Kanae's business piece slip into her tunnel.  From what the wolfgirl would feel, it was warm and very wet.  And, more importantly, it sounded like Pathfinder was openly groaning in the same desired tone that Kanae had.