"Very well, Mistress, very well…" Ysilnod traced her neck carefully with his tongue before rolling over and laying on the ground. Without further delay, Nidia straddled his body and wrestled with his armor clumsily. The quality of his armor was top-notch without any spaces between the straps or folds, not to mention that Nidia could hardly compare to the seasoned and experienced drow when it came to undressing… By the time she had removed the first layer, she was already panting from exhaustion, but Ysilnod had already stripped her down completely.
"Let's just… leave it like this." He wore a soft cotton tunic underneath his armor, which was not likely to chafe her skin, so without further ado, he began moving around beneath her. Under the light of the moon, he suckled on her soft and perk
