The elf was panting hard by the time that Naael had finished preparing her, her eyes almost glassy. But Naael found that her body had retained its abnormal ability to allow others to fit inside of her. It felt like she was being stretched to her limit, but there was no pain as her body wrapped around the elf's swollen rod, and a desperate whine escaped the elf as she felt Naael descending around her. "More...I need it...more..."<br/><br/>And her hands came up, grabbing Naael by her hips and yanking down as hard as she could, even as she thrust upward into Naael in desperation. Her rod was huge, penetrating even deeper into her Naael's body than the incubus had, and her thrust impacted the top of Naael's womb, stretching her painlessly, while at the same time putting pressure on her diaphragm, possibly even enough to begin controlling Naael's breath as she began to thrust into her desperately.