Several moments passed as Tae'lo'ren remained still above Elariel, moaning softly and smiling as her smooth, succulent body writhed underneath his, her soft face nuzzling against his neck as he pushed his pelvis tightly against hers, squeezing that thick elven shaft against every inch of her slick inner walls. The toned flesh of the hunter's body trembled involuntarily at the delicate touch of the mage's fingers, moaning again and again, as though her touch alone was enough to satisfy his sexual hunger. His face tilted downward, nestling into her silky golden mane, sniffing softly, his warm breath blowing against her head in soft bursts, his lips working their way down to her sensitive ears kiss by kiss.<br/><br/>Tae'lo'ren was amazed, even now, at the contradiction of gentleness and perniciousness that was Elariel. He'd never had much respect for those that were dependent upon magic for survival, yet here he was, his hot, slick body coupled with hers, where she could simply will a spell to form if she chose and he would be nearly powerless. Hungry growls rumbled from the elf as he nibbled Elariel's ear, teeth dragging along her flesh as he suddenly pulled away and roughly kissed her. The thought of Elariel being his equal aroused the hunter as nothing else.<br/><br/>Strong, firm elven thighs responded in the same way as his lips, roughly beginning to buck back and forth, quickly building in force and speed, driving his aching elven shaft into Elariel's slick, hot sex like a gnomish engineering piston, the lewd clapping of their thighs quickly echoing through the small cabin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>