The hunter basked in the capture of his prey, this lithe, sensual blood elf, this woman that, despite her rigorous magical training, she had a remarkable instinctive sexual prowess, her senuous body moving in ways that kept the hunter in a constant state of pleasant surprise. Despite their mutual cultural indoctrination, he found himself attached to this woman, his captor, and now, his lover.<br/><br/>A pleased moan escaped the hunter's lips when Elariel rolled him to his back, settling her full weight upon him. He liked the feel of her body, warm and slick, stretched out along his, those agile night elf hands gliding and caressing over her. His moan changed pitch to a slight grumble when she dismounted him, yearning for that continued intimate contact. He did not challenge her, however, knowing full well that the next day would change completely between them as he led them into a foray into Illidan's Dark Temple.<br/><br/>A long moment would pass between them after she spoke, his eyes alit with passion and mischief. He realized they had spoken very little about their personal lives, yet here he was laying with this provocative blood elf, his hand extending toward hers. He did smirk at her inquiry.<br/><br/>“I make no promises, only that you will not be sleeping if I do decide to have my way with you.”<br/><br/>He leaned close to her then, cupping her face as his soft, weathered lips sought hers, found them, and clung passionately. He released her after a few moments, then settled back on his own bedroll, giving her one more longing glance before permitting his body to submit to the exhaustion overtaking him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>