The touch of his hands was oddly tender - almost like a lover's gentle caresses, yet so soon after he threatened to find his pleasure by watching her suffocate around his cock. She could not find any words for him - Felicity wished to please him, it was true, but she could not say that she expected any gladness in it. It was simply needful that she do as she was told, and bring him his pleasure.<br/><br/>She nodded, softly. Then her chin slipped from his fingertips as she moved, rising with a little bit of a wince up onto her knees and swinging a leg over to be astride his lower body, as a man might be astride a horse.<br/><br/>Quickly she yanked her mind away from any lingering thoughts of horses.<br/><br/>Brom had not been slow nor gentle with her, and as that was what he wanted, she took only what time was necessary to line herself up over him, and then spread her legs wide, making herself slide down upon him as quickly as she could - and her eyes and mouth flew wide with a gasp of pain, as the hard head of him came unexpectedly up against a thin wall of tissue that should have been destroyed when Brom took her virginity in the fields, bursting anew as she seated herself on her lord.<br/><br/>The mad healing elf had mended all of Felicity's hurts - including the torn tissue of her maidenhead deep inside, now torn asunder once more and slicking her soft path with blood.