For anyone, it would have hurt - the clamp had dug tightly into the elongated curve of her ear, and when he wrenched it free, the teeth dug bloody grooves into the skin and cartilage. But for the elf, the pain in her ear was excruciating, and her pale form surged in the bindings that held her, bucking her sex against the human woman's face.<br/><br/>And she came.<br/><br/>The frame to which she was bound rattled as she thrashed, her head tilted back for a raw scream of mingled anguish and ecstasy as her violated sex spasmed, gushing her sweet nectar into the human woman's mouth even while her own blood spilled down over her naked curves, dripping onto the slave's face. Helpless, gasping, she stared at Brom, feeling dizzy between the twin and opposing pressures of pain and pleasure, and she lingers upon the edge of breaking her oath, so heavy did they weigh.