Aelena’s choked, blissful cry was the pinnacle of the druids efforts. Her moaning increased in pitch, creating a delicious and delightful continual squeal, accompanied quickly by strong and sudden contractions of those slick, snug vaginal walls milking his finger, a finger which continued to pump her, stroking through her orgasm, the lewd sloshes muffled by the shaman’s melody of continued moaning and sighing.  He barely heard the sound himself over the grinding of those firm, bucking thighs against his face, the way those legs clamped around his head, nearly muffling his ears, and that tail of hers! That in itself provided a nice little distraction that the druid had to monitor, just to make sure she didn’t accidentally strangle him during her climax.<br/><br/>He smiled through it all, loving every blissful moment, watching his lover writhe and buck, squirm and grind. He did release that swollen clit, only to nuzzle his lips against those quivering, puffy folds of hers, tenderly lapping at them, licking up the warm, sweet nectar coating her skin. As he feasted upon her, allowing her to bask in her post-orgasmic bliss, his fingers would crawl up her thighs, resting on her abdomen, and gently begin to caress up and down, massaging softly, for he knew how taught this wild little draenei must be now. He realized that he’d been moaning, almost purring, as he lapped at her folds, her taste amplified by her equally sweet aroma. He knew, from this day forward, he would be hard-pressed to find a fruit as sweet as his Aelena.<br/><br/>She would know what was next to come as those tender lips of his began to wander from her sex, kissing around her swollen folds, out around trembling thighs, even down to kiss those firm buttcheeks, tongue playfully flicking at her anus. He rose then, smiling as he gazed down at the sweaty, panting draenei, nodding approvingly at his ‘handiwork’, laying over her to kiss along her cheeks, her chin, her nose, and finally her lips, all the while allowing that swollen, bulbous head of his to nudge, poke, prod, and graze her slit. She would then feel strong arms slipping under her, and slowly lifting her. In moments she was wrapped up in the druid’s arms, though his member remained between them, and his assault of kisses she would feel the softness of the bed, their bed, bracing her back.<br/><br/>He loomed over her a moment, and chuckled. “Hmmm, have I succeeded in forcing the shaman into submission?” With that his body began to descend upon her, slowly. His lips returned to her thighs, tongue licking along her warm, smooth, sweat-stricken flesh, leaving a light trail of saliva, up over her navel, swirling a moment, then continuing up along her toned body. Once those lips found her breasts again, she would feel it: that warm, swollen shaft of druid cock grazing against her thigh. It was only when they were face-to-face that she would feel the head push against her folds again, those primal, hungry eyes boring deep into hers. He growled playfully to her. “If not, I do have another method I’m sure you won’t be able to withstand, for long.” With one lap to her lips he began his penetration, gently pushing against her tender, sensitive folds. He tilted his hips a bit, wedging the throbbing head between them, pushing his hips further, stopping suddenly from the unexpected tightness of her, growling and pushing again, slipping further. He took her an inch at a time, slowly, savoring every ribbed, rippling inch of her snug, slick, steamy-hot sex. Once hilted, their crotches pushing together, he began to gyrate, stirring his full length inside her, precum dribbling into her, arms coiling around her body, squeezing her tightly to him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>