Aelena could barely breathe and what little air she managed to take in was quickly expelled in the next gasp, moan or cry. Iylldrraen fed on her desire just like she fed off his and he seemed to know how madly she needed him now. She wanted to ache tomorrow, to remember how good it had been. The Night Elf had long ago left his mark on her and having a few sore muscles seemed infinitely worth the small amount of future discomfort. Every thrust in seemed to leave her more eager but slightly weaker than the last. The shaman was a powerful warrior but the pace the Druid set was a hard one to match and soon her vicelike grip loosened from his waist and her hooves dropped to the bed. Her thighs still squeezed against his hips but the strength was waning away into the trembling of exhausted muscles and intense pleasure.<br/><br/>When Iylldrraen began to gyrate his hips, churning her depths and driving harsh pleasure into her, the snow white Draenei squealed against his lips and her arms squeezed more tightly, nails raking his muscled back. The wet, sexual noises that emanated from between her legs made the shaman blush but still she lifted her hips to meet his teasing thrusts. Every sensation seemed to add to the experience she felt. Even the way the sheets clung to her sweaty skin seemed like a lover's caress. She was starting to tense under him, her legs planting themselves on the bed so she could lift her hips, offering herself to him and flattening her breasts to his chest again.<br/><br/>She whined, barely above a little mewling sound, unable to better articulate her desire but hoping that he would understand the feral need. It was immediately clear that he did indeed understand when his strong hands gripped her shoulders. She could not get away now even had she wanted to and Iylldraaen's hips slammed forward with force enough to rip a harsh cry from his lover. Aelena's hands bunched in the sheets and she bucked her hips to meet his thrusts. It was a hard, passionate rhythm that neither could sustain for long but by the way he throbbed so deep inside of her, she knew that his orgasm could not be too far behind her own impending one. Still when she heard the bed start to creak Aelena could not help but laugh between sibilant hisses of sharp, jolting pleasure.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>