Iylldrraen was fast on Aelena's heels when she started kicking up snow at him, not because it angered the druid, but because, in his needful, ravenous state he wanted to tackle the shaman and put her playfulness to good use. He was amazed that she was suddenly outpacing him, though after she passed him, he knew exactly why: she was just as horny and needy as he was. Regardless of the shape she may take, that potent aroma was the same, and soon had that druid's mouth salivating. His need spurred him after her, the druid leaving deep tears in the snow as he raced after Aelena.<br/><br/>Iylldrraen couldn't help but smile; she probably knew she'd better beat him to the house, lest he ravage her in the open. At this stage in his arousal, Iylldrraen wouldn't care if they were discovered or not; he simply craved his lover. He wasn't sure if she was fortunate for reaching the house before him or not, for he still intended on making her scream loud enough to reach beyond the walls. As the druid passed the threshold of the house, he paused to kick the door closed behind him, then stopped, spellbound.<br/><br/>Even clothed, Aelena was sultry, provocative, and so sensual. Her robes, for the moment, hugged perfectly to her body, outlining her slender figure, so lithe and sensual. His tail swished violently, thick tongue lapping at his lips, taking a few stalking steps toward his lover. Realizing that the view was wrong, being that he could only see straight at her knee level, he quickly shifted, still moving as he did so, that sleek saber becoming a strong, slender elf. Being one with nature as he was, he wore nothing when he knew he was going to be shifted. So now Aelena had a horny, needy, toned, and very much naked elven druid stalking toward her.<br/><br/>He offered her just a moment to register what was about to happen before he lunged at her, strong arms coiling around her hips, under that toned, perky butt of hers, hoisting her up before pinning her on the bed with a soft thump. Even in such an aroused state, the druid knew how to be gentle. He smiled as he watched those supple breasts of hers bounce under that infernal robe of hers from the impact. As it was earlier, though, when his eyes traveled up from her chest, and locked with hers, there was that ignition of desire, and that mischievous spark became a raging inferno as his lips hungrily assaulted hers.<br/><br/>He licked, he sucked, and he gently bit at her lips, her tongue, and her mouth. He couldn't seem to taste enough of her. He drew her tongue into his mouth, suckling and licking it free of her saliva, his tongue sliding along her lips, past the corners to just under her jaw and down along her smooth neck. He was panting fiercely, hot breath blowing against spots on her skin where he'd just licked or sucked. About midway down her neck he used the tip of his tongue to cut across to the other side of her face, biting and kissing upward to growl in her ear. Oh, and how the druid's hands were just as busy as his lips and tongue. While one pulled at her robe impatiently, fingertips occasionally grazing against her smooth skin underneath, the other was manipulating just how perfectly the robe hugged her body, cupping one of those soft, perfect breasts, lifting, then extending his hand to fully encompassed the supple mound of flesh, clutching and squeezing. He felt he had neglected these most tender area's of his lovers' body earlier, and he did not intend to do so again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>