Tae'loren felt as though he were but a fleshy machine, operated by some gnome pulling levers and pushing buttons to perform functions, so engrossed was he in their moment of unbridled passion that he was hardly aware of his surroundings, save for the fact that the potency of their sweaty, sex-driven bodies permeated the suddenly small cabin in a nearly suffocating humidity. It fed them, though, their needs far beyond simple oxygen, his primal desires overwhelming the hunter, his instincts driving his body harder against hers, plunging his twitching member into her like a steel piston.<br/><br/>The hunter needed Elariel far more than she could fathom, not just for the use of her body, that smooth, silky, sweat-stricken body, that body that ground against him, pleading with his body for it's release, but for who she was, for her acceptance of him for who he was. While they were made to believe they were different in culture, being reduced to savage, sexual needs made them equal. He grunted as he felt her fingers rake his flesh, as though to spur him harder. She succeeded, the result was the elven mage being pinned on her back once more, the hunter towering over her, clutching her body with groping hands as his pelvis pummeled hers.<br/><br/>Savagery replaced sensuality in the hunter as he mounted Elariel, crushing their bodies together as sloppy 'clops' and 'slaps' echoed through the cabin, driving his hips relentlessly into hers as though to pierce her womb. Her clit would bear the brunt of the beating his thighs administered, his pelvis slamming against hers urgently, smashig his crotch against her clit in an effort to drive that aching, needy cock of his far beyond where it should be. His cheek was next to her cheek, a steady flow of growling and grunting escaping the hunter, no longer a sentient elven being, but a primal creature determined to sate his sexual cravings with this willing elf female.<br/><br/>A sudden slam from those bucking thighs would signal the ensuing release of that savage hunter, his hips fiercely gyrating, seeking that protruding clit and pinning it down much as Tae'loren pinned Elariel, grinding his crotch against the sensitive bud, stirring his swelling, pulsing cock within her hot, sopping depths. Elariel's only warning was a sudden, guttural snarl and a latching bite to her ear, then, deep inside her, violent beating of the hunter's strained member, spewing hot gobs of his seed into her body. A rigid, writhing elven body replaced the bucking, animate one in moments, overwhelmed with pleasure Tae'loren had long forgotten.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>