Her words seemed to stoke the unholy fire in Brom's eyes even as it set the slavegirl into action.  She closed her eyes and pressed her lips more firmly to the equally soft flesh of Elandriel's sex.  Then she parted them and extended her pink tongue, tentatively licking at the mingled fluids coating the elf.  Her warm tongue made long slow strokes against those folds as Brom moved close and reached out to stroke the lef's cheek with his blade.<br/><br/>"Have you ever kept your wounds for long?" he asked as his knife drifted slowly to graze along her neck and then trace the rise of her collarbone with its sharp tip, "Do you truly know what it feels like, the slow lingering ache that follows in the wake of the white hot jolt..."<br/><br/>And as he said the last of those words, he pushed hard, drawing his blade in a long but shallow gash down her chest between the twin mounds of her breasts.