The elf hated herself for a moment, for the shudder that quivered her body and clenched her thighs beside the ears of the unfortunate human bound to her. She might have begun to curse herself for such callous response, but the Baronet beat her to it, twisting the soft flesh of her clamped nipples into an exquisitely consuming pain.<br/><br/>As he pressed close, the lips he whispered against were drawn in a pale grimace - through which, as his words settled into her pain-muffled mind, came a strange, laughing sob. "Then she is safe - I will not break my word, and I will not peak upon the face of a woman again!"