Lauralana pressed herself as far away from the spawn as the wagon's wall allowed her, drawing up to her full height as her green eyes sparked with anger and revulsion. She jerked as the female's spawns fingers touched her painfully ripped nipple, hissing from both pain and shame of being touched so intimately. "I pity you. Being born to be nothing better then cattle to breed and breed again, over ...and over...having no potential.." Her words were bitten off here as a short cry was uttered when Halae squeezed her nipple so, the warm burst of blood being registered dimly.<br/><br/>"No potential to be more.." She finished lamely, her words coming in panting gasps as her breast was pulled upwards and the burning ring fitted against the bloodied tear, then there were the screams that forced their way past her control, her body arching and twisting even as the nipple reformed itself. First it was burning and itching of the healing and the ring, and then as the ring infused itself with her flesh draining yet more ofher magic.