A glossy brown buttocks moved gently with each of Nyxara's breaths, her face buried in the soft pillows as she slept.
Small bite and kiss marks littered her body. Leonhardt sat beside her, leaning over the exhausted elf. "Maybe I overdid it..." He muttered while sweeping his fingertips along her sweaty back.
There was no response, just soft groans and snoring sounds.
"I should probably return to the main room," Leonhardt observed Nyxara and found himself smiling, his hand squeezing her buttocks, leaving an indentation before leaving the bed. He hadn't gained his ranking yet, and two days remained.
'Rock did contact me a little while ago, that the award ceremony starts at... five.'
He looked at the clock and blinked, his eyes opening wide as the clock showed 4:55 pm.
"Mm... where are you going, Leon?" Nyxara rubbed her eyes as she spoke with a raspy voice.
"I'll be back soon. Get some rest."
Leonhardt waved back, watching as she curled back up and dozed off to sleep.
