The elf jumped slightly when that smooth, silky tail of hers coiled gently around his swollen, abused cock, an undeniable groan rumbling from the elf's throat, lips parting slightly, setting down on her shoulder and biting just enough for her to know she had his attention. With his face nestled so tenderly against her shoulder, every word that left her mouth found his ear perfectly, and he paused, lifting his head slowly, his affectionate hold on his lover tightening. His body pressed closer to hers, wedging that solid member of his between those pert buttcheeks of hers, his arms rising along her body, resting just under her breasts, cradling the soft, silken mounds. As though on instinct, one hand did angle slightly upward to caress one of those mounds, a soft moan of approval vibrating gently on his lips, transfering to her cheek as the two made contact.<br/><br/>A sudden, dull strain pulsed through the druid's face when Aelena's playful words echoed through those keen elven ears, eliciting a broad smile to spread across his smooth, angled face, becoming acutely aware that it was that smile that caused the strain, realizing that this draenei shaman had managed to prevent one from fading from the druid's otherwise expressionless profile. His time in solitude had truly taken it's toll on the druid, requiring him to adapt to relentless advances of the Fel Demons, the Scourge, and the Lich King. He had resigned himself to the arduous task of war machine, traversing the land to infected zones, treading the border of reality and insanity to impede and frustrate any unnatural advance on this world he cherished.<br/><br/>Only a few days ago, he would have rebuked himself for his intimacy with Aelena, believing love to be a weakness. Now, however, it was the greatest strength sustaining the druid, for the only thing he now cherished as much as this world was this one fierce yet playful draenei he held in his arms.<br/><br/>“I must admit to you, Aelena, that were this several days ago, I would disagree with you; in fact, I did not relish the thought of a partner. Now though, I realize that I need you beside me, not as my sister-in-arms, but as the beacon of love that I lost my fight for so long ago.”<br/><br/>His fingers found her chin, her equally smooth, almost dainty chin, and turned her face to his, allowing his lips to find hers. He was always reluctant to halt their kisses, for he enjoyed the realm of joy that she exposed him to, but he knew that the people of Hillsbrad were depending on them for help.<br/><br/>“Mmm, I think we're done here, my lover. We best be away or the Worgen may overrun the land before we act.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>