Lyla let out a soft gasp as her arms were bound. There was something about it that confused her. Part of her wanted to escape, but another part of her was growing even more aroused. At the comments, she let out a whimper and shook her head. "P-please... don't make me wait. It would be... bad."<br/><br/>The pleasure was... intense. Lyla felt her body heating more and more as the drow touched her, until she'd climaxed probably dozens of times. As she was released she let out a whimper, almost collapsing in spite of herself. But she nodded, mind reeling as she gasped, blushing. "Th-thank you. I'm... I'm not sure about Niarra, but I'll keep it in mind."<br/><br/>Staggering back to the bedroom, Lyla would enter the room, to find Niarra dead asleep. She'd have to crawl in next to the other elf, almost pressing her friend against the wall.<br/><br/>When Niarra woke, though, she found herself aroused beyond belief. Her breasts were burning, and Lyla's hands were wrapped around her, fingers sinking into the hyper-sensitive breasts, and the elf gasped, shuddering as she tried to speak. "L-lyla! Let... let go!"<br/><br/>Lyla, exhausted as she was, cuddled in tighter, making Niarra squeak, almost unable to breath under the stimulation.