Heaving heavily, her breasts raised and fell with her eyes dilated and sweat dripping down her neck, leaving tracks across her collars and down her arms and sides. Arla was completely out of it, and Sol behind her raised her off himself and let her down with a deep sigh as the two extra arms coming from his sides disappeared in bits of solid mana.
"You had no mercy on the poor girl." He heard Ikaris speak, and staring up at her from the elf before him he found her leaning against the head of the bed with her chin rested on her arms which were comfortably resting on her knees pulled up to her chest, the moonlight was cast on her, contrasting her eyes and glowing skin as she stared at him with a rather stoic expression albeit with a bright blush on her cheeks and ears.
