Elariel, not a blood elf mage, but an obelisk of sexual power. Elariel was a golden, glowing beacon of sensuality. Her golden strands of silken hair swished back and forth as her body bucked and writhed against Tae'lo'ren's, charged waves of magical energy-infused strands draping her shoulders. On his back, the hunter was made keenly aware of the fresh scratches to his back, his sweat seeping into the cuts, stinging, eliciting hisses from the night elf's lips. The pleasure was well worth the pain, though, as he clung with equal force to Elariel's legs, smooth yet strong, allowing the wild mage to lay claim to him.<br/><br/>Those charged, golden strands were not just active above, but also down below, especially below, where her crotch ground fiercely into his, the hunter's ears perked as the crinkling sound of her silky, sweat-matted pubic hairs tickled against his crotch, eliciting a steady flow of moans and grunts from her night elf lover. Tae'lo'ren panted huskily, straining to grind his pelvis right back up against Elariel, mashing his crotch into that tender, swollen sex button of hers, inhaling her potent, sexual aroma. His head fell back on the sleeping roll, overwhelmed by the relentless buildup of pleasure, eyes opening just enough to catch Elariel's mouth gaping open and her eyes glazed over with bliss.<br/><br/>While it was the wild elf mage's actions that coaxed the hunter into a sexual frenzy, it was her words that triggered his release, those hoarse, husky words, almost like a needy command for his seed. While Tae'lo'ren would have enjoyed more time to play with his blood elf mage, his body would not allow him to deny her desire, and soon every muscle became quite rigid, his whole body tensing, his mouth gaping in a silent scream much like Elariel's. He was thankful for her lips hungrily locking with his, otherwise he just might have given them away. His hands clutched her thighs tightly, bracing her as his hips lurched upward, lifting several inches off of the ground, desperately plunging his pulsing, spewing shaft as deep as possible into the writhing elven mage. Copious gobs of his warm seed spewed into her body, spattering against her cervix and spurting into her womb.<br/><br/>Several blissful moments would pass before the ache of the hunter's body would register in his mind, collapsing back to the ground with a warm, sweat-slicked blood elf on top of him. He winced as her sweat dripped onto his chest and into the fresh scratches she'd just made, then chuckled, pleased that she'd marked him as hers. His arms curled around her body, hugging her to him, equally unwilling to break their coupling, yearning for nothing more than to remain just as they were.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>