It wasn't often that the hunter was caught by surprise, especially by someone from a line of such contrary training, but Elariel had succeeded. He knew he'd expressed himself in a way that was unexpected to the blood elf, and at first he believed that she was appalled by his use of ancient elven, what with all of her gasping; he believed he had insulted her. When no words came, he then believed she simply didn't know the words to properly respond, which explained her shaking, and that perhaps she needed a few moments to think about the dialect, for ancient elven was a language nearly dead, even for the elven race. When she tilted his chin, though, and gazed into his eyes, he knew exactly what was coursing through her body, and her kiss clarified everything.<br/><br/>The first moment that their lips made contact, his warm, weather-beaten lips pressing against those tender, titillating lips of hers, his body trembled, and his mind reacted with high alert, warning him about becoming intimate with her, one of her kind, with the threat of being observed, with the deadly fact that he would no longer be acting with his own best interest in mind, but none of it mattered to the solitary, isolated hunter. So many years passed with him far removed from any civilization, and even further from the intimate embrace of any female. Now that he was holding a female elf in his arms, all of his training he turned on his mind to disregard the warnings and instead embrace this elf that clearly shared in his intimate desires.<br/><br/>He could tell she was uncertain of her behavior, so two strong, elven arms swept around her body, craddling her so she could adapt to what was happening between them. He could feel her warm, wet tongue needfully tracing his lips, pleading for passage, and he granted it to her, tilting his head and gently locking their mouths together, like two interlocking gnomish links. He had to restrain himself from crushing her body against his, so starved was this hunter. Assuming that access would be mutual, his tongue was equally eager to explore her mouth, sliding along her tongue, caressing every inch until he felt her smooth teeth, and the inside of her cheek.<br/><br/>His movements were a bit clumsy, so far removed from society that he'd forgotten simple intimate protocol. He cleared his mind and soon allowed his body to assume control, and within moments that once clumsy, oblivious tongue of his was wrapping around her tongue, twisting and sliding, tasting and touching every inch over and over, until their tips met, and soon his tongue was dancing with hers, mimicing every one of her movements perfectly, synchronized and symmectric, soon engaged intimately in a fiery dance of flesh and saliva.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>