The skinship of Leonhardt and Nyxara lasted for hours, while Ifrit and Dravanna watched in amusement until, finally, after a short rest, the elf awoke first.
"Nn..."
Nyxara rolled over, her chest, arms, back and buttocks covered in dark bruises from where Leonhardt sucked on her creating kiss marks. "It hurts..." She groaned, trying to sit up, only to stop and breathe heavily before trying again. "Ugh... my body... feels like broken glass."
Long, silky black hair cascaded down her back and wrapped around her shoulders.
Her emerald eyes shimmered even brighter, like jewels, as bright as the green gemstone on her forehead.
"Master... are you awake?" Her breathing sounded raspy; she had been screaming for several hours without realising it, now it sounded like someone was dragging sandpaper against her throat.
