Brom watched and shuddered at the sight of them, at the wonderful duet of their climax and the sight of them so very spent and entwined together.<br/><br/>It had brought him back from spent to hard but he simply tucked himself back into his trousers.  He leaned down and reached to pet his elf, stroking her hair not casually, but with slow gentle strokes that also glided along her slender back.  He could feel her body shuddering still and petted her until the pace of her breathing slowed.  His other hand brushed her lips and he leaned down to kiss Elandriel as softly and gently as Owen's sweet promises had painted in Felicity's ear.  Then he gathered her into his arms and lifted her from atop Felicity, cradling her like a child close to his chest.<br/><br/>"That's my good little pet," he whispered softly, "Just rest now my pretty toy.  I'm taking you to bed with me in just a moment."<br/><br/>Then he looked back to Felicity, naked and still bound but once more whole.  As he spoke, he held the elf close and continued to pet her hair tenderly.  "Welcome to Ravenroost," he told the dazed girl, "Someone will be in shortly to let you loose and clean you up for Father's enjoyment.  But first, tell me again what you promised.  Let me hear once more what price you're willing to pay to keep Owen's head on his shoulders."