Lauralana bites back a sound, making a tiny squeak that turns into a gasp as the sharp needle parted the flesh of her nipple, causing her body to stiffen against the foriegn intrusion.<br/><br/>Then the object was removed, and the elf woman feels the bead of bright red blood dropping to slide against the lower curve of her globe. She did not get much of a reprieve before he is roughly forcing the magic-metal through her flesh, the first touching bringing a fiery pain, and as it peirces through her flesh the fire turns into a consuming burn, causing her body to buck beneath him, and a shriek to pierce the air as she shifts trying to escape the flare of agony in her breasts. Yet once the magic draws upon her waning energies the pain recedes to a burn that is manageable, more insistant but less intense. Her breaths hitch and are heavy, the drain on her magic felt deeply.