Lauralana had never been touched so intimately before, even the beast had gripped her most secret self had done so through her trousers. Her face flames and even through the maddening buzz from the other rings drain upon her magic she felt the shame and humiliation as her feminine core begins to tighten and secrete from the Spawn's work with her tongue.<br/><br/>She pressed herself as far away as she could, trying to escape the lips and then the fingers that toyed and teased at her. It was so shocking to feel the warmth blossom at the apex of her thight that when Halae gripped the clitoris and shoved the sharp needle through the flesh, it came as a total surprise as intense pain flooded through her, mingled with an odd brand of pleasure. Then the real pain began.<br/><br/>So focused on the ring she barely felt the needle peirce her knee, but her leg buckled on its own, dragging her body weight against her pinned hand but even taht paled in comparison. The flare of burning pain at the most sensitive part of her caused her to scream, both in pain but also ....in pleasure as the first touches sent shudders of physical desire through her, and her mind and emotions warred with her body.<br/><br/>Her head flies backwards, rapping the back of her head sharply against the wall, her legs clamping together, thrashing against her bonds as it felt as if every point in her body burned thanks to the many rings decorating her once flawless flesh. When Halae spoke to her, no elven words seemed harsh enough, no flowery tongue of her ancestors quite was foul enough as pain racked her body, shame tormented her mind. "Fuck you, bitch from the shadow of the moon.." This was gasped out, even as she pants, trying to come to come to terms wiht the intnse burning in her nose, breasts, and now her sex.