It would seem that the mind and body of the hunter were finally functioning in harmony, and all it took was the potent, sexual aroma of one needy blood elf mage. A steady, pleasant moan of hunger rumbled from the hunter as his lips danced down along Elariel's mound, intentionally avoiding those slick, pouting folds, diverting his path outward to her inner thighs, caressing her hot, silken skin with his lips, kissing and sucking, all the while sniffing her, ensuring that her scent continued to maintain his sexual intoxication. The elf's strong hands had somehow slipped away from her thighs, around and back, clutching firmly to those pert buttcheeks of the mage's, lifting and squeezing hard, pulling her a few inches from the wall and into his face.<br/><br/>Although she offered no resistance to the hunter, he was slightly frustrated, knowing that this may not happen again. She was so warm, so silky soft, and her skin had a sweetness to it that had Tae'loren salivating. Granted, his own night elf females had their own unique flavor, blood elves were a rare delicacy that the hunter had never had the pleasure of sampling, and now that his lips were locked with one, he didn't want to stop until his hunger was sated. Somehow, without thought, his lips were traveling the length of her other thigh, working their way back to that slick, quivering mound of hers, apparently even his honed senses unable to resist the beckoning of her sex. Once his lips had traveled every inch, over every curve, he paused, licking his lips as his eyes gazed at that slit, so slick, glistening with her arousal, waiting for his kiss.<br/><br/>A kiss it did receive; and another; and another. Tae'loren's lips danced with intimate affection over Elariel's delicate folds, kissing and licking, parting them gently with his tongue. Once those quivering folds were opened wide for the hunter, his lips dove again, this time his head tilting as he locked his lips with her folds, as though kissing them, spreading them open again for his tongue to slip between. That hunter's tongue didn't simply thrust into that slippery blood elf sex, though. No, Tae'loren was determined to sample this female, his tongue swirling as it slid inside her, gliding along her folds in a circular motion, tasting every inch of her tangy-sweet insides. Though it was only a few inches, those few inches had his face mashed against her pussy, lips grinding against her folds as his tongue teased just inside her opening, nose grinding right along with his lips, only against her sensitive, swollen clit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>