Her head twitched a little further away as he whispered into her ear - the words drawing a whimpering refusal, even as the breath that formed them sent a delicious shiver down her spine. One and then the other, the clamps came off, and blood rushed into vessels that had bene crimped - a fresh paint that made her feel as if her nipples were afire, and she inhaled sharp and deep, body lurching in an arch against her bindings and falling back against him, into her torturer's arms.<br/><br/>Through it all, the human kept working feverishly between her thighs, Brom's threats spurring her on furiously, and Elandriel's body gave her much to taste - the cool metallic taste of elven blood combining with the sugared-snow flavor of her slickening sex, as the baronet cradled her aching breasts and laved her ear, until the elf was arching and mewling in his arms, her gasped little words edgy with desperation. "No- no- no! no, no! No-"<br/><br/>Every muscle in her was working, her will trying to stave off what was being built inside, while others ignored the priestess's demands, melting upon the determined tongues of the pair of humans, until the elf went stiff, her eyes snappping open to fix on the other woman in horror; she could not stop what was happening. Will she nil she, Elandriel's oath was about to be broken, and the life of the woman working lewdly between her thighs hung on her own words and actions. Share her pain and ecstasy - or let her die.<br/><br/>"...I'm sorry!" the elf gasped out, and then her head fell back hard with a shriek as climax broke open inside her, hot and edged on all sides with pain, and with sheer force of will the priestess forced that same physical joy and agony down into the other woman as well - giving her both sides of the torture in order to save her life.