Recounting all of the moments that Tae'lo'ren had taken a chance, risked his life and survived, Tae'lo'ren disregarding the warnings his mind was conveying about being caught by the other Blood elves with Elariel's delicate lips dancing over his neck and face and their crotches grinding feverishly together. The hunter wore no armor, not to bed, at least not tonight, and he felt Elariel's hot, needy body through her scant few layers of mage's robes as easily as though she were bare-naked, which he soon intended her to be. The titillating tickle of her soft, warm lips against his sensitive ear lobe coaxed a throaty growl from the hunter, strong arms reacting instinctively to pull the naughty Blood elf tighter against his body, if that were possible. He appreciated Elariel being a mage at that moment, her light, loose clothing made her quite easy to disrobe. In moments agile hands and need-driven fingers had the mage's robes draped around her body, hanging off of her body here and there, leaving the front of her supple, sensually-curved figure quite exposed.<br/><br/>Night elf hands danced all over Elariel's body as though it was a theater stage, exploring as though for the first time, caressing, tickling, and touching every inch of her body until those fingers found that round, spankable rump, which one hand quickly clutched and began to knead. His other set of wandering fingers settled on her pelvis, deftly tugging the crotch of her panties aside, cupping that hot, hungry pubic mound, purring against the mage's delectable lips as he felt her soft, silky hairs crinkle against his palm. Roughly, he began rubbing her mound, fingers extending down to her sensitive, swelling bud. With focused familiarity, Tae'lo'ren pulled his lips away from Elariel's, eyes narrowing seductively as he masturbated his mischievous mage in his lap, licking and kissing all over her face, everywhere except her needy lips.<br/><br/>Moaning, and only after his hands were thoroughly committed to Elariel, did Tae'lo'ren realize that he was still clothed, something he hoped his elven lover would rectify quickly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>