Tae'loren was accustomed to days on end without food due to extensive exploration in unfamiliar or uncharted territory, but apparently his body never became accustomed to being starved of intimacy, his lips and hands practically ravaging Elariel's body. Her lips were spun silk, soft and light, eliciting a growl of hunger from the hunter as his own firm, rough lips latched to hers, sucking fiercely while strong, trembling hands roamed the elf's body, pulling here, squeezing there, almost frantically mapping every inch of her body.<br/><br/>His minds' efforts were valiant in it's attempt to subdue his primitive, instinctual behavior, but was steadily thwarted, the hunter's long-subdued cravings and urges finally being provided a willing outlet. His mind was quick to remind his body that Elariel was more than an outlet, that she was an elf, kin to him, and, more importantly, part of the group that held him captive. Though these reminders did not slow his movements, they did focus his behavior. His movements settled into a more controlled motion, though the hunger was still apparent, one of those strong hunters' hands reaching down, grasping at her robes, rumpling the fabric to clutch at her bare thigh, squeezing and stroking needfully, while his other hand reached up, cupping the female's smoothly angled face, slipping back to fully cup one of her ears, his thumb stroking the full outer length before working around, caressing just the inner edge. His lips relented, though his tongue did not, swirling around in her mouth, wrestling with her tongue in a sea of warm saliva.<br/><br/>The feeling of loosened armor elicited a smile against Elariel's lips, and coaxed the attention of those needy hunters' thighs, gently bucking against hers, rubbing ever so slightly to let her know she had his attention. Tae'loren's breathing was surprisingly controlled, all of those years in the wilds, alone save for his animal companions, developed stamina that was unrivaled and unparalleled by any other class. With his mind now engaged in some sort of semblance of harmony with his body, the hunter became acutely aware of how tightly his hand was gripping Elariel's thigh, the smooth, warm flesh filling his palm, squeezed against his fingers. Another low, primal growl rumbled from the hunter as he tugged on her thigh, drawing the lithe limb up toward his body.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>