"Oh we'll both be enjoying his cock soon enough," she answered as she reached to brush the spit from her face with the back of one hand, "Only, I think I may the only one of us that enjoys it."<br/><br/>Her other hand reached Lauralana's breasts, a fingertip brushing and rubbing the torn ruin of her nipple.  "I guess we'll have to let these heal...." she purred as she reached down from her face to draw forth one of the rings Tristan had torn free, still covered in the elf's blood.<br/><br/>Her fingers pinched hard then and twisted at the torn nipple, reawakening the flow of blood as she pulled it up to push the ring back into place.  Then with a wicked smile she leaned forward and let her tongue slither out and begin to caress and clean away the blood.  And Lauralana could feel the familiar sensation of magically accelerated healing, flesh reknitting around the the burning ring and the sharp pain of it's drain on her power flickering and then resuming as the spawn's tongue drifted away from the restored nub of flesh.