"Nngh... I'll cut your throat, you whore," the elf replied, though the aphrodisiacs that the Heart was providing were certainly doing their job, given how she started to moan, as Finexia teased her; she hardly needed to lubricate her tentacle, as the elf was wet enough, already, though she cried out in a mix of shock and rage, as the tentacle wormed its way inside of her, squeezing tight around it, as she struggled against it.