Tae'loren seemed determined to prologue his exquisite sexual torture of her skin. His lips danced over her thighs, up and down, glancing over her folds until  she could barely contain her lust. Then, at that moment where she could hold on no longer, he must have sensed her need. His lips then claimed her womanhood for themselves; his kisses spreading her, his tongue lapping and flicking, probing and piercing. A chain of lilting moans fled from Elariel's lips as she settled into his ministrations. Her fingers held on to his head, gently encouraging him to keep doing what he was doing so well, her legs becoming weak as her pleasure built.<br/><br/>Looking down the length of her body and at Tae'loren's raven hair, Elariel imagined what it would be like to have him inside her truly. His skin was a beautiful colour, and it contrasted perfectly with her own pale tone. The thought of their two bodies moving as one made her whimper. Her eyes snapped open as she realised tat she didn't want to rush anything. She refocused her attention on the enigmatic elf that was on his knees before her as her body began to tremble.<br/><br/>"Mmm," Elariel moaned, "That's good Tael'loren, so good!"<br/><br/>He was using every part of his mouth and face to increase her pleasure and it was working. It built, it rose, it increased to a point where her entire body was aching with it. Her nails begun to rake through his locks and her hips rebelled against her sense of self control and pushed forwards against him. She instinctively removed one hand from Tae'loren's locks to traverse the planes and curves of her body. Her fingers found her breasts and she begun to pluck against her nipples in time with the pulsing of her clit. The wave continued to rise, it was consuming and it felt as though it was inevitable.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>