There was a certain brevity to their fervid lovemaking, brevity caused by mutual obligations that he and his shaman both shared. Though the druid was not unsettled. Quite the contrary: he was actually enjoying the euphoric plateau that Aelena had laid him upon, which coincidentally seemed to be represented by two soft, stark white mounds of draenei flesh topping a long, lithe draenei body. The druid lay there, smiling a bit boyishly, braced upon forearms surging with youthful renewal. Iylldrraen had felt so old before now, so aged. He'd believed that what was left of his life, before Aelena, was to serve this world with near-monotonous dedication. Yet now, with his lover, with his closest friend in his arms, he found more than dedication, he found purpose; all that he wanted was right here.<br/><br/>These jubilant thoughts were further solidified in reality when he heard that giddy laugh of hers. It made him smile, and it almost made him cry, the once-stoic Iylldrraen inhaling deeply, sharply to prevent any somber emotion to reveal itself. Of course he missed her; he'd almost LOST her. Catching the last few notes of her melodic voice, he growled playfully, dipping his lips down to nip and lick at hers, lifting his head once more to allow their eyes to continue to dance together.<br/><br/>“Of course I missed you, now more than ever! Had I known this is how you are, I would have hunted you down long ago!”<br/><br/>With a soft moan and a seductive narrowing of his eyes, that elf would tense briefly, eliciting several pleasant twitches from that member that continued to join the two. He'd given her everything of himself, exposed himself completely, and she accepted it all. It was her hand, her deceptively delicate fingers that pronounced their union, for the characteristically solitary druid would soon find himself nuzzling his face into her hand, brushing his lips, his nose, his cheek along those tender fingers of hers, much as the frostsaber cubs had. It had only lasted a moment before that same hand was up buried in his mane.<br/><br/>He desired nothing more than to remain here, entwined with his Aelena, but he knew that they needed to prepare, that something greater than themselves that concerned this land required attention. Reluctantly the elf began to rise higher off of the shaman, a low moan of protest escaping his throat as he slowly slipped from her snug, warm, and welcoming thighs. He did note her pout, and leaned down to kiss her softly, though with a sense of finality.<br/><br/>“You know I don't want to move, but we must prepare.” He thought to make it a point to thank the goblins for cutting their time so short, but  then again, if it wasn't for the goblins, Aelena and Iylldrraen would not have shared this moment at all. Quite the conundrum, though Iylldrraen decided that as a show of gratitude, he would kill them quickly rather than slowly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>