"Oh me oh my" Aralyg thought to himself.  He was immensely glad he'd decided to put off adjusting to the new world by indulging in toys tavern's timeless experience.<br/><br/>His own pale amber eyes, like twin suns dawning in Winterspring did indeed meet the fel-green gaze of the stuttering and almost-twitching Sin'Dorei.  Her powerfully built body enticed the warrior, and he let his gaze paint over her, in both growing desire and admired appraisal.  Even her moans and yelps were like velvet to his scarred and hedged ears.  Indeed, these sensations coupled wit the smell of the tavern had him loosening his plated belt to make room for his engorging elfhood.<br/><br/>His attention turns to the now bottomless Druidess, bit in his lips at the sight of her bare and voluptuous ass.  The women of his people never did fail to impress.  Leaning over just the slightest, he'd address her, his baritone voice made huskier by his arousal.<br/><br/>"Are you content to simply enjoy the good show?  Or is your feral blood inciting you to action?"<br/><br/>The smell of her eager and aching vagina, together with the presence  of her pheromones was made so rich, so delicious that he felt his mouth watering, anxious to share the taste that the Sin'Dorei was now getting.<br/><br/>The Tauren male, he thought, was certainly gIving a good accounting of his people, and making his ancestors proud.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>