Lauralana narrows her eyes, her breathing coming in short bursts and her fingers curling around the wide heads of the spikes cruelly driven through her hands. The pain in her nose from the ring that pulled on the thin membrane, the breast now flaring up to match, caused her to moan slightly her face in a constant grimace as she tries to come to terms with the added fire.<br/><br/>Then Halae's lips were at her other naked breast, her teeth clamping down on the pained ruined nub causing the elf-woman to gasp and arch her back. Though that pain was nothing compared to the third ring inserted into the ragged nipple and healed artificially. Her body twists but she still manages to bite back a scream. Her head thrashes lightly as she tries to rid her head of the growing fog from the magical drain on her body, the aklmost buzzing sound that was slowly torturing her and further breaking her concentration.<br/><br/>She shifts from side to side, trying to escape the feel of the spawn's lips fingers and tongue as she slips lower down her body, in her desperation she begins to ttry and pull the spikes from the walls itself, causing fresh blood to flow from her palms as the bones in her hands shift and spread more so around the metal shaft, her flesh sliding upwards on to the spike, but thanks to the widened head her hands do not slip off. Instead she was forced to try and pull the deeply embedded nails, causing more pain to race up and down her arms even as her hips bucked and her legs begin to thrash in panicked fear as Halae presses her lips to her nude sex and speaks. Lauralana does not realize she is sobbing out loud now even as she struggles mightily.