Nothing elicited the kind of responses Aelena craved more from her druid than the sloppy, sloshing sounds of her needy pussy greedily slurping at his cock. In an affectionate state, Iylldrraen loved her moans, her delightful squeals, and her adorable giggles, but right now, in his state of sex-craving desire, the sound he reveled in most was that cock-hungry pussy of hers, that lewd 'schlick' as his aching member dove in and out of her relentlessly, always trying to push harder and deeper, followed by that loud 'clap' of his crotch slamming into hers, battering her clit.<br/><br/>Grunting, Iylldrraen hoisted those deliciously smooth, long legs up against his shoulders, though kept them just wide enough so the two reckless lovers could lock eyes. There wasn't a whole lot to see, though, save for a sexual craving for the other, a hunger that only the other could satisfy. Another feral grunt burst from the druid's mouth as he felt Aelena's hot, slick fluids dripping down his pistoning cock and down his swaying balls, which also bounced against that perky booty, as well as his fingers, challening him to maintain his hold, growling to the shaman as those fingers clung tighter, sure to leave nice red prints once they finished.<br/><br/>Truly, there was no where else in the world that Iylldrraen wanted to be than with Aelena; she made everything better, even the druid. She had single-handedly transformed the once stoic beast into a passionate beast, gleefully sating his sexual starvation with all of who and what she was, and he eagerly feasted upon her. Somehow, over the mewling and panting of Aelena, over the impact of their flesh, over the sloshing of their genitals mashing together, his mind was able to warn him to be a bit more quiet, so as not to 'put on a show' for the rest of the crew. For a moment the druid considered the thought, then just as quickly the moment passed, and he resumed pummeling his lover with wild abandon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>