There were no sounds the feral druid craved more than those emitted by Aelena while in the throes of passion. Every mewl, every gasp, every moan, every giggle; each one like a delightful tickle in the elf's ear, a tickle that elicited a delicious shiver along his slick skin, pricking along his spine until it reached those piston-like thighs, spurring the druid to thrust harder, to thrust deeper. To Iylldrraen, it was her special song to him, and he yearned to make her sing forever, so much so that he was completely oblivious to the creaking of the bed.<br/><br/>Truly, he wanted to pace himself, he wanted to pause to appreciate the fierce, unrelenting desire between them, but then it wouldn't be fierce and unrelenting. Besides, there would be plenty of time to talk about their love for each other; right now though, there was a plane of euphoria far from this plane of existence awaiting the two lovers. A steady cadence of grunting and panting thundered from the druid's throat as he clung to his shaman lover, though that grip was precarious thanks to the slick coat of sweat smearing their bodies. This only encouraged the elf to grip his draenei harder, to pull her writhing body tighter against his, and when his hands were not enough, that druid used his lips to latch to her neck, suckling and biting, pausing only to whip his tongue across her face, lapping at trickles of sweat before they could burn her eyes.<br/><br/>It was the sudden taste of her tangy, salty sweat again that made the druid keenly aware that he could no longer differenciate her scent from his. He had been inhaling their mingling aroma for so long that their sweat, their sexual fluids, their saliva; it was all one delicious aroma to the druid. The sounds, however, were distinctly different, namely the sudden thump of his lover's hooves on the bed, or the scratching of her nails along the sheets. It was then that the creaking of the bed was able to slip between the melodic chorus erupting from the draenei's throat, taunting the druid, eliciting a deep, feral growl as he rose up a bit, bracing himself on his forearms, gazing hungrily down upon Aelena, only then realizing that their necklaces were a tangled mass, much like their bodies.<br/><br/>Braced upon his forearms, strong, dominant hands turned upward, clutching Aelena's shoulders, those strong elven thighs lifted, as though in a plank position, dropping down onto, and into his lover with merciless, pummeling thrusts. His lips began to quiver, and his eyelids began to squint, shutting tight then snapping open; Aelena was bringing her druid to that pinnacle again, along with some distinct whimpers.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>