Amaya banged her knees against the steel, demanding that it let her go. Unfortunately, the metalwork seemed content in fucking her senseless. The monster flipped the half-elf right side up, and lifted her up until just the tip of the nice, hot metal dick was buried in her folds. Then, it released her, letting Amaya's weight and gravity pull her body down, forcing as much warm metal as her cunt could take up inside her body. The chilly tendrils wrapped around her arms again, lifting her off the sticky phallus, and dropping her again onto the smooth shaft. The curse whispered in Amaya's mind, pleading for her to go faster, deeper, harder, for more stimulation of any kind while the limbs rub her and attack her sex.