His lips curled as he lifted the blade, wet and red with her stolen blood.  He drank in her expression... her shocked eyes... and he brought the knife to his lips to slowly clean her blood from it with his tongue, matching the speed of the slow strokes upon her sex.  The slave glanced up fearfully, and seeing the blood pushed her tongue between the soft petals she'd been licking to lap at the delicate pink within them, swallowing the taste of Brom's spend and Elandriel's nectar with an eagerness born of fear.<br/><br/>Brom brought the knife back to his prisoner, running the blade down her side to her hip, then up from the other one.  The tip dragging and ready to cut her at any moment but not yet drawing more of her blood.  He cupped her breast in one hand, brushing the clamp with his thumb to wake fresh pains in her cruelly abused nipple.  And as he did, he lifted the tip of his knife to the underside of her other breast and pushed slowly upwards, dimpling and then breaking the perfect soft skin.  He slowly pushed his blade into that fleshy orb, watching her face as her blood spilled to stain his hand and splatter freely on the slave girl provoking a shrill cry that reverberated into the elf's sex as she buried her face even deeper and began licking and suckling in a panicked mockery of wild passion.<br/><br/>And still Brom pushed until he'd sheathed his knife entirely in her breast.