Despite the harmonic movements of the two needy elves, the hunter's mind still struggled to subdue his base, primal instincts, his craven desire for intimacy, bombarding his senses with the fact that this was not a night elf, but a blood elf, an elf that could turn on him at any moment. As with most every instance of passion, however, in the throes of logic and instinct, his instinct subdued his logic, silencing his mind, allowing that fierce need to guide his actions. The only impulse the hunter responded to now was the searing, mutual need for intimacy between the unexpected lovers, the only sounds the hunter now responding to were Elariel's moans, gasps, squeals, and coos.<br/><br/>Elariel would soon discover that her furious efforts to rid Tae'loren of his clothing were in close competition with his own hands, his body quaking from sexual neglect, his bare chest thrusting against her own chest, mashing those soft, supple breasts against him, those stiff, swollen nipples digging into his skin as his lips hungrily sought to devour hers. His hands were a blur, tearing at his pants, casting aside all cares for subtlety or discretion. Once he felt them loose enough, he shook them down his waist and gingerly kicked them away as though they were an affront to his body. He stood now, his toned, rigid, naked body rubbing against Elariel with achy need.<br/><br/>That silky slip the sultry blood elf wore elicited a fierce growl from the hunter, practically immobilizing her as he ground his body against hers, despite his surprising gentility, rubbing his skin against the sheer fabric, quivering as it intensified her already soft, silken skin. His hands ceased simple roaming, and now were groping and squeezing at her body. For the moment, that sheer slip prevented those ravenous hands of his from leaving prints on that surprisingly toned, round butt of hers, or those soft, supple breasts. For the moment. Ironically, despite his groping, and borderline mauling, he did not try to remove the slip, savoring the tantalizing, second-skin feel against his body, titillating his finger tips as they danced over her, mapping every inch of her.<br/><br/>A low moan rumbled from Tae'loren's chest and throat as those playful mage's lips latched onto his ear, eliciting an involuntary shudder from the hunter. He gasped when he felt that warm, liquid-silk tongue of hers tracing the edge of his ear, trembling with every moment that passed that her tongue was making contact with his sensitive ear. Her nip signalled the end of the hunter's restraint, and his hips bucked, thrusting that stiff, swollen cock of his up underneath her slip, catching between the tight mold of her slip to her pelvis, his smooth shaft sliding against her crotch, the night elf pausing as he felt those soft, silky hairs of hers tickling his skin. The hot, liquid lock of their lips was quickly broken as the night elf licked his lips, panting, eyes gazing intently into hers, his head suddenly drifting away from her. His lips marked his quick descent, cupping those soft, supple breasts and kissing all over her exposed cleavage, squeezing possessively, sniffing softly, kissing tenderly further and further down her body, placing a single kiss over her navel, those hunting lips creeping lower.<br/><br/>Agile elven hands hiked up that sheer slip in moments, exposing a neat patch of blood elf public hair, short, soft, silky hair beckoning to the hunter. With strong hands cupping smooth mage thighs, restraining her, his face nestled between her legs, nuzzling her mound with his cheeks, affectionately kissing with his lips, moaning softly as the silky golden hairs caressed and tickled his skin. The hunter smiled, her soft mound reminiscent of the fur of his feline animal companions, and how he would enjoy basking in warm sunlight, resting his face against the flank of one of the great creatures. Elariel's warm, beconing aroma returned the hunter to the present moment, that potent feminine scent wafting up between her legs, almost pleading for his affections. A wild glint lit the hunter's golden eyes as they briefly locked with the mage's brilliant greens before he offered one final kiss of appreciation to her silken mound, lips resuming their descent lower.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>