A low, steady moan was pulled from Iylldrraen's throat, much in the manner that his writhing, spasming draenei lovers' slick, steamy sex pulled on that stiff, swollen member he had impaled her with. His eyes narrowed seductively as he watched Aelena squirm and listened to those soft, sultry whimpers of pleasure, pushing his lips against hers, suckling her soft, pouting flesh against his, dominant elven fingers clenching tighter on the shaman's perky posterior, bucking his thighs in quick jabs, smacking her pulsing clit with his crotch as her smooth, ribbed insides caressed and contracted on his cock.<br/><br/>The druid remained still and rigid, save for those pumping thighs of his, content to bask in the tantalizing sensations of Aelena's sensual writhing; the feel of those rigid nipples dragging against his chest, tracing erratic lines in his skin, those toned, vice-like legs of hers locked desperately around his hips, using him as a brace as those powerful, needy thighs of hers undulated on his pelvis, manipulating his cock to touch her core. Iylldrraen gasped softly, rubbing his face against Aelena's as he felt those smooth, wet lips of hers slipping along his swollen shaft, smearing his length with her warm, sticky juices, eliciting several tremors from the druid as the cool air of the ship chilled his coated skin, his thighs bucking back against hers to dip his cock back inside her warm slit, protecting it from the cold.<br/><br/>The only thing to rival the draenei's luscious, sensual body was her blend of feminine scents and smells. Her sweet breath was the first to intoxicate the druid's nostrils, a warm sweetness that he craved, causing his face to remain perfectly lined with hers so every one of her panting breaths blew against him. Her sweat was the only scent more potent, a scent that had the druid's cock twitching; it let him know he was definitely doing something right. His tongue traced along her face, her neck, her shoulder, and down over the tops of those soft, supple breasts, smiling as her body glistened beautifully. Most species couldn't appreciate such a potent scent, but being a druid, it was a primal smell that easily maintained the druid's arousal. The only scent that was more potent than both of these combined was that aroma wafting from between them, that sweet, tangy nectar that had the druid salivating, suddenly forcing his mouth on hers again, sucking at her lips and tongue, lewdly slurping at her spit, smearing it against their lips.<br/><br/>One fierce grunt was the only warning Aelena had before she was on the table behind them, her feral druid now pinning her once more, hands still clutching that pert rump of hers, still driving that swollen, rigid shaft of his back and forth inside her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>