Elandriel made a soft, strange mewl as her master finally lifted her into his arms, leg and arm both dangling quite wrongly as she curled against him; the sound was strange, partly pain, and part inexplicable joy in the experience she'd just been allowed; Felicity could not quite see it, but as the elf's shining, pale face turned up toward Brom, she looked at him with gratitude and adoration.<br/><br/>For her own part, Felicity lay upon the table, arms and legs all still bound, and her body continued to shake even after the strange waves of pleasure faded from her; the pleasure faded, and she was left naked and alone, shivering in Brom's playroom and trying to gather up the scattered pieces of mind and memory, which the enforced orgasm had flung from her like pieces sent flying off an angry child's chessboard.<br/><br/>"I... I promised..." she stammered, and paused, closing her eyes and licking her lips as she tried to call exactly what it was she'd agreed to for the sake of her beloved. "I promised to be willing, my lord... and to obey... and to act as if it pleases me, whatever you do."