There were no words to properly explain the unbridled hunger Aelena elicited from Iylldrraen, which would explain why his lips were pushed so tightly against hers, an unbreakable, nearly airtight seal between them. Though he'd been feasting upon his draenei lover for the past several hours, he was not satisfied, and he doubted he ever would be satisfied. He knew that this vital, youthful shaman would forever maintain the druids' edge, his wit, and his virility. He clung to Aelena, as though he expected her to slip away, as though this were simply part of his imagination. It was her reciprocity that made this moment, and every other moment before, real.<br/><br/>He felt those needful fingers of hers grasp and claw at his clothing, her urgency enveloping him. One of his hands met hers, caressing her fingertips, gliding along her digits, his other hand on her, clinging, caressing, clutching, synchronizing with her desires. His fingers trembled against her body as they roamed uninhibited and unrestricted, taking full liberty with his lovers' body. Once the voluptuousness of those silky, soft breasts of hers swelled into the druid's hand, those fingers would close in, clutching, squeezing that soft flesh between his fingers. His grip was foreign, yet familiar, as though he was realizing that she would hold nothing back from him. Another fierce, almost feral growl rumbled from his throat and into hers as he squeezed again, and again, suddenly breaking from the rhythm and clutching the ties of her robe, tearing, snapping a few of the ties and exposing her bountiful globes for his eyes to feast on.<br/><br/>Feast he did, once he lifted her, breaking their seemingly endless kiss, placing her lips at his forehead, both of those weathered elven hands clutching that perky rump of hers, filling his palms with those toned cheeks. Another growl, and another pass of his tongue across his lips before his face dove for her breasts, those soft, bountiful beacons guiding the druid. His face nestled between them, soft bursts of breath blowing in her cleavage as he sniffed her, tilting his head one way, kissing, licking, biting, and sucking along the outer-most swell of each breasts, tasting and savoring, until those beckoning nipples, hard and aching for attention, drew those hungry elven lips to them. Those lips were far less gentle now, latching onto her breast, circling her areola, slowly allowing his teeth to drag toward her nipple, pinching gently before halting, pulling away as the delicious pressure of suction tugged at her.<br/><br/>Somehow in his ravaging of her succulent breasts he'd managed to balance the draenei on one hand, the other fiercely tugging and tearing at her robe, craving to feel her soft, sensual body pressed against his. Every inch of fabric that fell away was replaced with her hot, silken flesh, his fingers stroking and caressing her, moving up, down, sideways, in near-disarray, guided completely by his hunger for her. Somehow, his hand met with her mound, her silky, searing mound. His fingers stroked her steadily, relentlessly through her panties before jerking them to the side, allowing her feminine aroma to waft between them. Another feral growl escaped the druid, biting just a bit harder on her breast. That breast would fall from his lips, only to be replaced by his figers, salivating, lapping her juices from them. Ravenous eyes gazed up at her, and that same hand would dart down between them, beating her own hand as he tore the bindings of his pants, dropping them, suddenly guiding himself up inside her, steadily pushing that swollen slab of elven cock into her, their eyes meeting once more when their pelvis' pushed together.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>