<"YES!">  Musubi couldn't say the words for relief fast enough, in her opinion.  Elisabeth - that wicked, wicked woman!  Corrupting her like that, toying with her body, making her bend over and plead, forcing her to feel so dirty - who did she think she was, this mage?!<br/><br/>Oh, right.  Musubi had<em>asked</em>for her to do all of these things.  Well, some of them, at least.  Oh, who was she kidding?  She'd asked to be openly violated like this last night, she'd<em>dreamed</em>about it ever since that first screw they'd had while she was drunk.  The fact that it was so blatant, so obvious, so<em>wrong</em>to her sensibilities only made her feel hotter about actually doing it in the real, and not just in some fever dream.<br/><br/>She found herself pushed backwards, put up against a wall, still standing in place, held there by Elisabeth's strong arm, her legs separated - though that part didn't come with much resistance, since she was practically aching inside with need.  She could feel the tip of the object pressed to her gates, to there and then<em>in</em>her.  <"YES!">  She affirmed her bettering condition loudly.  Her juices were starting to soak into the leather wrapping of the incomplete foci, feeling it pump roughly inside her wanting channel.  Oh?  What was that?  Elisabeth wanted her to let herself<em>go</em>?  She could do that.  The catgirl put her head back, eyes closed, face up to the ceiling, and she started to make<em>noise</em>.  Screaming and moaning mixed in with feline yowling and purring.  The mage woman was going to get to see a good view of Musubi<em>free</em>.