The pain was intense to the point of consuming the unfortunate human woman who was the baronet's newest toy - joints already separated at elbow and knee, the muscles and ligaments strained, beginning to tear, the flesh darkening with the flood of blood and fluid, while other joints threatened to follow suit; one more, her wrist, gave way imperfectly, and her mouth and throat worked convulsively around Brom's cock, drawing breath only to scream it out so loud that the sound no doubt carried through the halls, perhaps even through the air to the village far below.<br/><br/>Elandriel knew her enjoyment spurred the man on; she could taste and feel it in him, just as she could the woman's pain, and she fed exultantly on it all. Her hips squirmed to grind down upon Felicity's kneecap, pressing that little rondel of bone into the damaged fibers of the other woman's body, and her juices ran down to either side. The elf was humping at Felicity's leg now, like a bitch in heat, and she fell down upon the human woman's taut form with a high, sweet cry as Brom came, her own slim fingers seeking two things at once - one hand reaching between her own thighs, the other up between Felicity's.<br/><br/>The human woman's body jerked tightly in the grasp of the rack as her mouth was filled with the heated shaft, and Brom's spend flooded her throat, causing her to choke on it in her screaming, and forcing her to begin swallowing, lest she drown in him.