To Iylldrraen, there was no greater love than what he was experiencing here with Aelena. He had once believed, up to only a few days ago, that there could be no female for him, that he was too far gone in his ways of solitude and stoicism. Then Aelena arrived, awaiting him at the flight master outside of Overlook. He was one of those few individuals, though not so few for an elf, that was glad that he could not foresee events, for if he had known he would be here now, pressing his hot, naked body against hers, playing a game of 'catch' with her lips, he likely would have entrenched himself with thoughts of duty, of isolation, of responsibility.<br/><br/>Here he was, though, reveling in this blissful moment, free to live as he saw fit, with a female he cherished so passionately that the druid no longer existed for himself or this world, but for her. When he did catch her lips again, he held them tight, suckling them, savoring the feel of there tenderness, darting his tongue deep into her warm, slick mouth, allowing their tongues to coil together. His hands, strong and rough, were gentle when handling his shaman lover, sifting through her disheveled hair carefully, only to stop and slip under her neck, cradling her head as their lips remained locked together. His other hand, unseen but certainly felt, danced up the draenei's leg, cupping and squeezing her strong, supple thigh, spreading her leg open.<br/><br/>Aelena was Iylldrraen's eternal feast, for though he was truly satisfied with their fierce lovemaking, truly and understatement, he craved more of her, so much more. It wasn't enough that their slick, sticky bodies were pushed so tightly together, that their tongues wrestled so fiercely with each other, or that his swollen elven shaft was held so snug and deep inside her; he wanted to be one with her, for them to be a singular being. He grunted away the thought, knowing that such things were meant for prolonged journeys, not the lovers' bed.<br/><br/>Grunting again, and smiling against his playful draenei's lips, he applied a bit of pressure to her held leg, sliding his leg up to push against hers, then began to push his stiffening cock back inside her slick, silken slit. There was no pause, only pushing. One inch after another, slowly and steadily, until their crotches pushed together and he felt her soft folds push against the base of his cock. Then, that druid pushed a little more, forcing Aelena's thighs to slowly roll up. She knew he was done when his tip tapped her cervix, and one of those guttural, primitive growls rumbled from Iylldrraen's throat and into hers.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>