Iylldrraen was just barely able to stop short of shredding the shaman’s robes when she began to move, adjusting her position so her hooves were now balancing precariously on the edge of the table, spreading those lithe, toned legs wide, lifting her deceptively delicate figure off the table, tail swishing playfully under her as her robes rose up, up along her legs, over firm thighs, and bunching around her waist.<br/><br/>Even under these conditions, most males would not catch the sweet, sexual aroma of the draenei; they would only see the dampness of her panties. The druid stood there, tense and trembling with anxious anticipation. He looked ready to pounce her, preventing her from fully removing her robes. He restrained himself though, discipline only an aged druid could muster, eyes lit with fierce hunger, a feral hunger, a hunger that would only be sated by Aelena. He watched as several inches at a time of her sensually-curved body were exposed, gleaming, stark-white skin, only two sections covered by skimpy black pieces of fabric to keep her modest. Her skin already showed a sheen of perspiration, barely visible to any but the elven eye.<br/><br/>All the while that he watched Aelena strip for him, playfully swishing her tail and casting her robes aside, those brilliant eyes illuminated with utter naughtiness, he stood there, slowly becoming enveloped by the invisible cloud of her sweet, sexual aroma. She may not be able to smell herself, but her scent, which could only be described as delicious, choked out all others scents for the druid. Soon he would snort, sucking her scent in harshly, allowing it to waft through his nostrils, down into his mouth, eliciting him to growl, licking the front of his teeth at her, then back up to his eyes, which seemed to make them all the more fierce, if that was even possible.<br/><br/>With sudden gentility he discarded his own tunic and pants, revealing his toned, heaving body, extending at least several inches up and down with each heavy intake of Aelena-scented air, a hungry growl rolling out of throat with each exhale.<br/><br/>“Is that so, my dear shaman? Perhaps I’ll need to exhaust you through disciplinary action so you do not have the strength to misbehave.”<br/><br/>With that, he began to stalk toward her. It was only a few feet, but those eyes were no longer civil eyes; they were hunting eyes, and the shaman was the feast. He did not seem to pounce, however. No, he nestled between her legs, but did not press into her. Instead, he pushed his face against hers, rubbing his burning flesh to hers, grazing, caressing, barely touching on the surface but pushing so deep.  The tips of their noses brushed, as did their lips. Their cheeks rubbed together affectionately as his nestled his face back behind her head, catching a writhing tendril with his lips. He coaxed it with his tongue, gently licking and sucking at it. He continued this agonizingly slow teasing with several like it until he worked his way back along her neck, to the very back of her jawbone, kissing tenderly before slowly sucking his way down her smooth neck.<br/><br/>During this facial assault on her, his hands were no less merciless. They started down on her sides, just above her hips, for he enjoyed keeping her in such a spread and exposed position. They were rough in their movement as they drug across her body, sometimes palm-first, fingers extending to grip possessively at her, crossing her smooth tummy, around the opposite side, and up to cup and push up on one of those supple breasts. The other would reach down behind her, fingers squeezing their way down her back, under her tail, and down along one of those toned buttcheeks. Once under one they would grip her tight, fingers digging into her flesh and squeezing several times before releasing and moving along to stroke her thigh.<br/><br/>Oh, and his sniffing. Each intake of sexually-suffocating air began with several sniffs from the druid, as though her scent, her sweat, was a drug to him, addicting to the sensitive senses of the feral druid. Before reaching the bottom of Aelena’s neck he was already licking her, tracing her flesh with the tip of his tongue. This may have all seemed intentional to Aelena, though it truly was not; she had simply stirred the druid into a sexual frenzy, where his mind and spirit wanted to savor the shaman, but his body wanted to ravage her. One thing was for certain: when he was done feeling her up and getting a good taste of her, there would be no quelling the storm that he was barely containing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>