Somewhere in the back of Iylldrraen's mind, a faint voice told him to slow down, to conserve his energy, that he and Aelena had the mission later. That voice was quickly silenced by his unbridled primitive side, that feral part of the druid that would not be tamed. It was that same side that spurred the druid's thighs to pummel Aelena's relentlessly. It was that feral side of Iylldrraen that had that draenei's succulent mouth gaping in a silent cry. It was that feral side of Iylldrraen that was likely to blame if all of Winterspring knew exactly what was going on in that cabin. What was not expected was for that feral druid's wild, unrelenting, and unbridled passion to be matched.<br/><br/>The druid was almost dumbstruck by the shaman and her suddenly revealed ability to match him. He'd believed that she was a docile lover, simply thrusting with him, moaning to coax him further, beckoning him to explore her furthest depths. Now, though, for every deep, piercing thrust inside her, she thrust her thighs right back on him, swallowing the full length of that turgid member each and every time. Could he be seeing a primal side to the otherwise tranquil shaman? “Yes, Aelena! OH YES!” He could imagine he sounded ridiculous, but the sudden eruption of hunger from the draenei had Iylldrraen bucking anew, long, loud growls and grunts bursting from his throat, hands reluctantly releasing that tight rump of hers to allow her full control of movement, and of him.<br/><br/>He tried to savor each and every grinding thrust of her thighs against him and the feel of smooth, slick skin rubbing against his own; the lascivious sounds of slick shaman slit sliding and slurping up and down swollen elf cock; the potent, musky aroma of sweat-soaked bodies grinding against one another, not to mention her own sexual scent filling the room, or at least that was the only one he could smell.<br/><br/>Despite his best efforts to draw this out, it was over, and it was all her fault. That sudden feral reciprocation had Iylldrraen flying at her, one hand clutching just above her butt, the other somehow having managed to bury itself in her hair and tendrils. He was no longer merely ravaging her, but they were ravaging each other. He thought to pull those succulent lips of hers back to his, but fear of suffocating her stayed him. Instead, his teeth latched onto an ear as he growled hoarsely to her, “You are mine,” hot breath blowing into her ear as he slowly tugged her lob, sucking and biting down to the back of her jaw, then licking across her neck to the other side of her jaw, and back up to her other ear, “I am yours,” lips kissing her chin, nose sniffing at her sweat breath as she panted raggedly, “We are one.”  The last words she would hear before her druid grew rigid like so much stone, arms flexing, straining, nearly crushing the two sticky bodies together, his cheek pressing affectionately to hers as she would feel the first hard pulsations of elven cock, thumping against her slick, silky insides, thick, virile druid seed spilling and spewing into willing draenei womb.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>