Iylldrraen fixed his eyes upon his shameless lover, upon that pale, writhing feminine form, thrashing her swollen clit with her fingers. He smiled lewdly as his hips pumped, slapping his unrelenting thighs hard against her crotch, driving his cock to her core like an uncontrollable piston. Somehow he was careful, though, not that he would hurt her insides, but so he would not hurt her fingers from the merciless pounding of his hips.<br/><br/>His sexual appetite became voracious with Aelena. His eyes feasted on her sultry, sensual form, glistening with sweat, reeking of sex, her needy whimpers a precious melody to the druid that sought to ravage her. He stared at those perfect, parted lips of hers, licking his own, craving to suckle them, to lick them, to bite at them, but he could not. To do so would disrupt their mutual imminent release. Instead he took hold of those long, supple legs of hers and angled them straight up so they were braced and resting against his shoulders, lavishing kisses and licks, suckling her hot, silky skin.<br/><br/>He could never get enough of Aelena, never tired of their fervent lovemaking, always craving more and more of her, and only her. She was the embodiment of what he yearned for in a lover and a companion. Sudden movement of her hand signaled her own need, the druid's hips renewing their merciless pummeling of the shaman, that lewd smile spreading further across the elf's face as he watched those supple breasts of hers heave back and forth with every fleshy impact of their thighs. A brief snicker escaped the druid, watching her head and tendrils thrash about, wondering if the crew would notice if her horns scratched the table. Tremors began to shake the druid as he gazed upon Aelena and the mess that she was; a beautiful, sensual, sexual mess.<br/><br/>Snorts and growls rumbled from the druid, eyes narrowing, mouth gaping. His hands, strong and possessive, slid down her long, supple legs, gripping just below her thighs. His legs spread, powerful pillars to support his bucking thighs as he clopped forcefully into his draenei lover, her tail whipping between them. Steady grunting would signal the shaman that she was about to become even more of a mess as he lurched forward hard, slamming his body into hers and tipping the table up on two legs for a second or two. Suspended, Aelena would feel the flood of searing liquid sensation as Iylldrraen's seed filled her, flooded her pussy, coated her insides inch by inch.<br/><br/>Panting, spent, satisfied momentarily, he slowly nuzzled his cheek against her leg, smearing sweat along their slick hot skin. “I have a feeling...the wives of the crew...won't be sleeping much after we dock.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>