Brom gasped, his own enjoyment of Felicity's agony almost as pure as Elandriel's.  He pushed forward, taking the girl's mouth and throat as he held her hair tightly.  His hand curled and pulled at the poor girl's hair while his other hand managed to turn the wheel and draw her damaged body further.<br/><br/>Brom groaned and rocked his hips, mindless of Felicity's need for air as he lost himself in the use of her screaming and squirming body.  Brief moments to gasp came with each thrust, as he drew back before once more ramming against her throat.  And with each thrust came more slow turning of the wheel.<br/><br/>Thankfully for the poor girl trapped beneath them, the brutality of her torture and the sight of his writhing elven pet brought Brom towards his release quickly.  And as his muscles tensed and he grew close, his hand slipped more and the wheel turned slower and slower until he abandoned it entirely to seize Felicity's hair with both hands and force his length into her mouth so he could flood her throat with his seed with a mighty roar of pleasure.