The druid had been enjoying his time to savor the sumptuous feast that was Aelena, not to mention the chance to truly titillate the shaman with playful fingers and that hungry feral maw of his. He could feel her impatience and her need growing fierce, and though he enjoyed challenging her, he was quite surprised when she rolled him over, pinning him to the bed. His gaze was wild as he stared at Aelena, rapt, a wide, boyish smile spread across his face as she straddled him, panting, beautiful breasts heaving, glistening with sweat.<br/><br/>Though it often seemed that Iylldrraen was trying to protect Aelena, in truth, he challenged her to force her to prove to him that she didn't need his protection, but rather, wanted his protection, that she wanted him. Despite the unbridled passion that enveloped them and guided them, uncontrollably, to collide together earlier, his protective nature would be quite difficult to subdue, even after their mission together. It would seem, however, that the feral druid no longer had a choice. For looming over him now was a riled Draenei shaman, making it quite clear it was really never his protection she needed or wanted, but was always him for who he was, not what he could offer.<br/><br/>His eyes were wells of intent, intent to flood and envelop this rare beauty, his Aelena, in all of his passion, his love, and his most wild desires. He was certain that she would ravage him in return for the teasing torment he'd subjected her to, truly surprised when he felt those soft, succulent lips press gently to his. He moaned to her, a moan that could only be drawn when one is first drawn to the gates of passion and pleasure. Not wanting to impede or further challenge Aelena, his hands cupped her legs, stroking her smooth skin encouragingly, opening his mouth for her, tongue extending in hopes of jousting with hers.<br/><br/>His hopes were dashed though, but only for a moment, before those tender lips of the shaman began to dance lovingly along his face, eliciting giggles from the hardened and weathered druid, sounds that Aelena should take pride in for coaxing from Iylldrraen. Soon Aelena had Iylldrraen purring softly, wiggling and pressing his face to her lips. It was only when he felt those lips inching lower down his neck to his collar bone was his curiosity piqued. He was denied any contemplation when he felt pointy Draenei teeth nip his nipples, causing the druid to buck just a bit, soothed by sudden, swift licks of her warm tongue. He expected, craved, for her lips to dance their way back up to his, causing his tongue to flick out in anticipation, only to be jarred as they danced even lower.<br/><br/>Iylldrraen's eyes locked again with hers, searching those brilliant bluish-white orbs of hers, seeing more than her need, her desire, her passion; he saw her love, her love for him. He wanted to rise, to pull her close, and to make love to her with his mouth for eternity, but the provocative positioning of her head next to his softly pulsing member had the druid staring, mouth gaping slightly. He listened intently to her words, each one being seared into his mind. His mouth was just starting to move in response to her first statement, to acknowledge that she clearly was no longer the outspoken and uncontrollable shaman of so many years ago when the words were garbled into an unintelligible moan of bliss, that warm, wet tongue of hers the key to the gates of pleasure.<br/><br/>He writhed for her, squirming, deep moans resonating in his chest and throat, shifting his hips to follow the circular path of that wicked tongue of hers around the extremely sensitive underside of his tip. He was already in a haze, vision already blurred slightly from the unexpected assault of pleasure. As she spoke further, he growled loudly, licking his lips, every intent to mount her and oblige her in testing her limits, when that mouth of hers, that warm, wet, silky mouth descended onto his strained and swollen member, smooth, agile tongue gliding up and down the full length of his turgid shaft. He writhed for her, squirmed for her, shook and bucked for her. He didn't know when she'd learned how to do what she was doing, but he knew he never wanted it to end. “Aelena...Oh by Elune, Aelena!”, was the cry that echoed through the house, and likely far out beyond.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>