Every motion, every move between them was pushing Elariel to the brink. The multitude of sensations assaulting her system set her blood on fire and her body shaking with built up tension. Tae'loren's forceful and skilful thrusting intensified, each movement battering her sensistive pearl until every breath was a shuddering whimper. Elariel wrapped her arms around her Night elf lover's sweating back, her teeth biting down on his ear, as she pushed him, rolling with him so that he was on his back and she was above him.<br/><br/>"I need to feel you cum. Cum with me," she said, voice hoarse with her barely restrained moans, words barely short of begging. She rode him then, her own crotch grinding against his pubic bone and making lights dance before her eyes. She leaned forward, claiming his lips and allowing her pleasured sounds to tumble into them. It became harder and harder to resist crying out, but she somehow managed it. However, it was like each cry she denied was pushed deeper into her soul, intensifying her pleasure until she was sure her body could handle it no longer.<br/><br/>Her world sung and then shattered, the pieces of her perception falling around her as her body imploded. She felt herself tightening around his throbbing member, her very core desperate for the most intimate fluid of him. Her fingers dug into his skin, she was unable to stop her nails from scratching him as every other part of her body was rocked by her orgasm. Elariel continued riding him until she could no longer move, collapsing against his body in a shivering, sweating, panting mess. She pressed her face against his shoulder, breathing him in and feeling as though she was drunk on his scent. He was her perfect fit, this hunter, every part of him attuned to her in a way that she had never thought possible. She clung to him then, with everything that she was, not able to bear the thought of tearing her spent body away from his.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>