Aine could not be any more pleased if she wanted to. It was so rare for her that a woman showed initiative or was excited enough to take that she wanted, that she found herself excited at the prospect. She eagerly watched the Draenic woman clamber out from beneath her and get up on her knees so that they were almost eye level with each other. The Kaldorei smiled at her, hands reaching up to only be taken by Aenu's own. Her fingers lace with the other woman's almost on instinct, fluidly twining their digits together while their palms met one another's.<br/><br/>The kiss worked well enough as a distraction for the monk. Her eyes closed soon after their lips touched and she felt the slick tongue of the other woman push into her mouth. The elf groaned, leaning into the passionate kiss, tongue dancing with Aenu's in the cavern of their mouths. She suckled tenderly at the muscle as it invaded her mouth, fingers squeezing the blue skinned woman's tightly in her own as the kiss deepened and she felt her cock throb and pulse with her own heartbeat. With her arousal and lust rising so high, it wasn't a surprise she so easily fell for the ploy. When pushed, Aine fell back with a grunt and a dull thud, along with the slap of flesh on flesh as the heavy length of her cock fell back against her stomach.<br/><br/>The elf found Aenu's playful giggle infectious and had to fight back a fit of laughter herself when she regained her breath. Her silverly eyes remained fix on the Draenei's own as the curvaceous woman clabered atop her with an appealing sway of ample blue breastflesh and the familiar wet warmth of a womanhood pressing up against Aine's waistline. The heated sensation against her middle made the elf groan in pleasure, her little cry only amplied when she felt that mischievous tail dip between her legs and cradle her heavy, cum-filled orbs with a surprising amount of precision.  The Kaldorei's hips rise beneath Aenu, lifting up up a few inches before the drop again as she groaned into the intimate kiss.<br/><br/>As they kissed, Aine's hands seemed confused at first. They quickly fond the woman's wide hips, fingers stroking affecionately against the smooth, blue skin but they lingered there far too long. It was only when the woman's tail cupped her heavy sack that they finally slid upward, palms gliding across the Draenei's stomach until she could take a heavy breast in each hand. Her fingers squeeze gently, kneading the breasts and pushing the orbs together before letting them naturally separate and doing so again. Just like Aenus had a particular affection for hair... Aine seemed to enjoy the woman's breasts.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>