Iylldrraen, being the aged druid that he was, would have normally shrugged off the challenge to him, viewing Aelena as being a typical youth; obstinate and impetuous. She was not just his friend now, though, she was his lover, or was to be his lover. He also knew her prowess, he knew her capabilities, he knew that, should he choose to make her his lover right here, right now, it would not jeopardize the mission later.<br/><br/>With that knowledge, the druid rose nonchalantly, seemingly and suddenly disregarding Aelena’s advances, her hoof cast out of his grip. He didn’t look at her, slowly and deliberately gathering up the dishes and the uneaten portions of their meal, moving to the inner kitchen and storing the food, placing the dishes in a basin to be washed. The table was now bare, at least, for the moment. He left the kitchen, moving with purpose as though to pass by the shaman, abruptly stopping right in front of her.<br/><br/>With one deep growl a few words would reach her ears, “I hope you understand what you’ve done, my love.”<br/><br/>No sooner did she have a chance to comprehend the words was that feral druid upon her, lip-locking the shaman fiercely, sucking, pulling, and even biting at her lips, parting them to allow that unbridled tongue of his to invade her mouth and find her tongue, gliding along her silken flesh while bathed in their quickly mixing saliva. He was growling and snorting some, casting aside any inhibitions that may have restrained him, allowing his hunger to fully guide his actions.<br/><br/>After only a few moments of tongue-jousting, strong hands would be practically mauling Aelena, slipping under her, quite eager to be clutching that tight, toned rump of hers again, easily hoisting her from her chair and into his arms. He held her there, suspended, for some time, savoring the feeling of holding her, tasting her, touching her , all in ways only a lover was allowed. His hands found her neck, her face, and cupped her so tenderly despite the ravaging his mouth was doing to hers. His fingers sifted through that silky, wild blue mane of hers, interlocking with those slinky tendrils of hers, allowing them to coil around his fingers as he tried to pull her mouth closer to his. Even in his savagely passionate state, he never hurt her, was never too rough, craving only to explore, taste and touch every possible inch of his soon-to-be lover.<br/><br/>Just as quickly she was back down on the table, a bit roughly, though that only lasted a moment before his hands were on her again, touching, squeezing, though not completely to be disrespectful, but to remove her robes, as though they were an affront to her body, though in Iylldrraens’ wild eyes,  clothing on Aelena probably was. When her clothing didn’t fall fast enough, he began to growl louder, threatening to tear them to pieces if she didn’t intervene.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>