Where he was hard and certain, and the mad elfwoman was eager, writhing upon the captive human and grinding hard, gnashing her wet sex against the other woman's tense thigh, Felicity was terrified, the pain in her shoulder an agony that had made her ghostly pale, so far was it beyond what she'd suffered running like a rabbit from Brom's whip.<br/><br/>His shaft lay heavy upon her open, mournful lips, though no nearly so much as his mount had been. Just as the mare had gone for the stallion, though, Elandriel went for him, her mouth darting forward toward the bare cock until his hand in her hair brought her up short with a disappointed growl. Yet she showed no resentment, nuzzling the hand that had held her as it drew away.<br/><br/>Felicity whimpered, hearong the creak of the wheel slowly advancing, feeling its awful work in her body, but she opened her mouth and snaked out her tongue, lapping at him as she'd done for his horse, and tried to tru her head and do for him what for his horse she could not - take him in.<br/><br/>The elf watched with envious delight, and slid downward over Felicity's straining thigh, seeming almost to be listening to something. She came to rest with her sex over Felicity's knee, and stopped, grinding with a mad laugh- one that peaked in a cry of near-sexual delight as that joint creaked threateningly under her, threatening to burst apart under the added pressure of the elf riding it.