No matter how many lands the druid had visited, no matter how many beautiful images filled the elf's mind, it was here with Aelena Iylldrraen belonged. It was with her he had always belonged. While their lovemaking was more akin to feverish rutting than tender loving, he knew it was love and passion, that there could be no one for the druid after Aelena. It wasn't in the things she said or did; on the contrary, it was the fact that she didn't need to say or do anything; their spirits were so attuned to one another that they functioned as one being of thought.<br/><br/>When his member ceased to stir inside his lover, Iylldrraen felt a hint of sadness that his time of feasting upon his shaman was drawing to an end. Though, when he felt her draw him close, snuggling her body to his, locking her deceptively strong arms around him, draping her leg up and over his, his lips spread in one of his widest smiles, his arms coiling around his Aelena with equal tenderness, yearning for nothing more than to bask in the euphoria as it enveloped them.<br/><br/>Iylldrraen held his lover close, five agile fingers dancing along that smooth, supple leg that hooked over him possessively, from rounded knee to firm thigh, while his other set of fingers deftly tickled her cheek, toying with those slick, matted lockes of black-blue hair, still so silky even after the abuse they have endured. Iylldrraen couldn't help but sniff the air, the aroma of their lovemaking permeating their room. His nose crinkled slightly as his eyes fell upon Aelena.<br/><br/>“Mmm, I'm thinking we may want to air this place out, and pay a visit to one of the hotsprings.” The druid's lips would find Aelena's, brushing softly before his head would tilt back, sniffing at himself and shuddering. His eyes would return to Aelena as his strong hand would pat her rump playfully, that firm, perky rump that he just could not seem to keep his hands from clutching.<br/><br/>Somehow Iylldrraen was coordinated enough to locate his breeches as subtle scratching would echo from the front door of their cabin to their room. The druid would cast an inquisitive glance to Aelena before departing. The door would open, then close, the druid returning inspecting a rolled piece of paper, which appeared to have teeth marks, those areas darker than the rest of the parchment. The spectrum of curious to solemn could be seen on the druid's face as his eyes scrolled the parchment, finally settling on the shaman.<br/><br/>“We're needed in Hillsbrad, immediately.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>