The way in which Elisabeth had reacted to Musubi's positively<em>wanton</em>behavior had been to turn up the heat in the kitchen...so to speak.  But as things were wont to do, as Elisabeth pushed harder, the catgirl pushed<em>back</em>.  She followed the mage woman's commands, screaming at the top of her lungs, her hands digging into the walls behind her for purchase, her so-so strength amplified by her state to where she was starting to leave dents in the walls from her fingertips.  She thrust herself against the leather-wrapped stick, ears up fully and tail frizzing in excitement over what was being done to her.<br/><br/>And then, her whole body seized up, locking itself in place to keep it from hurting herself, as she spasmed in orgasm on the would-be foci, her juices soaking the leather and wood and Elisabeth's hand.  And then, as if a switch had been flipped, she slumped forward into the arms of the Englishwoman, almost completely limp from the downright explosive climax that she'd had.  "Oooooooooo...I feel<em>funny</em>..."  She moaned.