Iylldrraen allowed the writhing, moaning shaman to use his body as her ‘scratching post’, as it were, rubbing and grinding her body against his, eliciting deep, rumbling growls from the druid as he felt her legs grazing his thighs, her breasts and those stone-solid nipples to poke and drag along his chest. Mmm, oh and the way she pumped her crotch against his crotch, smearing that hot juice of hers all around his under garment, allowing her juices to soak through, creating a slick glaze over the length of that druid’s throbbing shaft. As the hot sensation of her juices became more and more evident, strong tremors and firmer tension would build up in the druid‘s body, soft moans accompanying his needy humping right back into her.<br/><br/>He held his naughty little shaman so, so tightly, reveling in the feeling of her hot, horny body pushing and pulling on his, trying so hard to incite his hunger, to topple his crumbling restraint. If not for her eager exuberance, that hot moaning into his ear, those wild squeals, and those playful giggles, he may have been able to control himself, to continue to savor his lover, his naughty, naughty draenei. She just wouldn’t have that, though; she just had to bite him. It was that bite, that unexpected bite, that awakened, that jarred that feral druid, that caused that lull to pass prematurely and to bring the full rage of the storm upon her.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was the fact that this normally docile shaman was becoming so uninhibited, so primal. Iylldrraen growled loudly, provocatively, and when she would pull him to her, that growl would be briefly muffled by her mouth once more as his lips found hers, suckling and biting, slurping and smearing saliva. He tore his lips from hers, though, a bit of saliva breaking and sticking to their lips and chins as his hands rose suddenly, cupping both of those soft, supple breasts of hers, hooking the cups of her bra and tugging down hard, exposing both of those succulent mounds of flesh. Impatient now the druid dropped down instantly, hands cradling her breasts until his lips should arrive, latching to one, those surprisingly soft, yet quite hungry lips, sucking and sucking, tighter and tighter, drawing in her flesh to the border of her areola, teeth slowly dragging inward along that tender flesh, clamping around her perky nipple and biting down just hard enough to make her squirm, holding that pinching bite and flicking with the tip of his tongue, his hand all the while pressed to her back, pulling her body to his face.<br/><br/>It was only when those druid lips mercifully released the one breast to shift over to the other soft, supple breast that her necklace would brush his face, which would remind him of what he had hanging around his neck, and what they really meant to each other. This was brief, however, being that the sexual aroma that was wafting out from between her legs and practically suffocating him was overwhelming, demanding his attention, which he was more than happy to quickly give. He treated her other pert, beckoning breast to similar tongue and teeth care before releasing it, and quickly kissing lower along her abdomen, over her tummy, pausing only to swirl his tongue a bit in her navel. Iylldrraen was drooling now, panting as his lips kissed, sucked, and bit along her legs and inner thighs, saving that delicious draenei slit for last. He was sniffing and gulping, a true animal, a sex-starved savage. He spread her legs, though in truth he was certain she flung them open for him without the aid of his hands, revealing warm, and quite damp panties. He snorted just a few times before his face would slip between her legs, tongue curling inside her crotch, grazing those puffy labia, and snagging the fabric with his teeth, roughly pulling them down her legs and dropping them to the ground.<br/><br/>When his eyes rose level with her thighs, they widened, mouth parting, tongue slipping out to lick over quivering lips again and again. Pouting and pink was that tender slit of hers, every inch glistening, begging for a practiced tongue to clean it off. There were no words, no clever quips, no seduction; just hunger. In moments Aelena had a very hungry druid between her legs, mouth gaping wide, locked to her slick slit, full, thick-tongued laps slathering her in his saliva as he in turn lapped, even slurped, at her nectar-coated flesh.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>