Tae'loren knew that, once his mission was complete, he would be pursuing Elariel, even if it meant remaining in this condemned area, or tracking her to Silverymoon itself. The hunter knew of no other female that could evoke such insatiable hunger or encourage such unbridled passion as Elariel, and was not about to permit something as trivial as enthic difference separate them. To Tae'loren, this wild, writhing blood elf was his lover now, and if nothing else, he was determined to experience her truly sensual, sultry side away from the constraints of their current circumstances.<br/><br/>Few sensations were as titillating as the mage's smooth, slick body writhing under his own, submitting to her sexual needs and cravings. He could feel her straining to slide every inch of herself against him, and he in return against her. His body was in a constant state of rigid trembling as those long, silken legs slid and coiled around his body, those graceful, delicate arms guiding dainty finger tips over his skin, those supple, jutting breasts mashed perfectly against his chest, needy nipples grazing and poking his flesh.<br/><br/>It was that sensual suckling at his ear that made the hunter jump and buck, pumping Elariel with increased force and ferocity, that soft clopping intensifying to obscene clapping, almost threatening to drive the elf right through the floorboards. A primal, guttural growl rumbled from the hunter and far into the mage's ear as her tongue tantalized his ear, much in the way it had sexually tormented his aching, turgid member earlier. Soon her pleasurable whimpers echoed into his ear, eliciting fiercer thrusts from the hunter, but there was more than pleasure in those whimpers; there was genuine need of satisfaction beyond instinctual pleasure.<br/><br/>Tae'loren had a feeling that Elariel had suppressed her more dominant side around the other males since the passing of her sister-companion, and he would be lying if he didn't admit that he hadn't been fantasizing about her in such a manner. He could feel her hips thrusting up against his hips, not merely to meet his thrusts, but pushing back on him, pleading for control. He growled hotly into her ear, biting gently as he clung to her body, squeezing them together as he flung himself back, rolling them over and allowing her to ravage him should she choose.<br/><br/>“Show me what you've got, mage,” the hunter snarled seductively up to the mage, allowing the last word to slip as a playful jab, licking his lips and winking as his hands darted up, cupping those jutting breasts, squeezing just hard enough to send a pinch through her body.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>