Gazing down upon Aelena, his salacious draenei shaman, Iylldrraen knew then and there he would never tire of taking her as his lover. His agile elven fingers slid slowly up and down those lithe, supple, silky draenei legs, tilting his head to kiss and lick at her calves and knees, sniffing at warm, sweat-stricken skin. He knew from their very first session that he should get used to a lack of fresh oxygen, not that the feral druid minded; the subtle, female sexual musk wafting to  his mouth and nostrils maintained a constant state of arousal for the elf, eliciting several steady cock-twitches from deep inside Aelena.<br/><br/>Soft laughter rumbled from the druid as his lover spoke, his eyes narrowing seductively as he held her legs against his heaving chest, desperate to fill his lungs with much-deprived air. “I think that fault is mutual, lover.” With her legs still resting in his arms Iylldrraen leaned over Aelena and kissed her fiercely, interlocking their lips, pouting slightly, then suckling her against his, pressing hard enough to force her head back against the table. He sucked at her mouth hungrily, as though he were trying to drink her saliva or draw out her tongue with the force alone. Finally he relented, breaking their kiss, leaving their lips a sloppy mess and chuckled. His hand then guided her legs back around him, holding them locked behind his lower back with one hand, his other slipping under her head, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “Never in my life, Aelena, have I been so richly rewarded for my patience than having you with me.”<br/><br/>Another quick, playful kiss was the draenei's only warning before her youthful elf swiftly scooped her up in his arms, feeling the slick mess of their sexual bout dripping down his crotch, balls, and onto the floor. He knew there would be cleaning to do, but right now he haphazardly carried his lover on shaky legs to their bed, laying her on her back as he took his position on top of her, his strong, protective arms wrapping snugly under her, bracing most of his weight on his forearms. His face lowered to hers, his lips tracing over her face, the soft, tickling of his sniffing felt over her warm skin. “We may want to ration ourselves a bit, Aelena, lest we be the ones requiring healing when we land.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>