Iylldrraen did not acknowledge Aelena with words, maybe sounds from syllables as he grunted and growled, but mostly with the fierce pounding of his thighs into hers as he began to urgently pump her snug, sopping pussy, slapping sounds of slick, sticky flesh on flesh constant through the cabin. That feral druid was diligently trying to maintain finesse, poise, and control, but there was just no way, not with Aelena, not with that deceptively dainty draenei, so wild and insatiable, coaxing the druid to unleash his deep-seeded passion and still demand just a little bit more. Of all the trials he’d faced, of all the conquests he’d triumphed over, none could compare with Aelena. Her body made demands of his, making the druid keenly aware of his limits, and how to compensate and break them; he delectable body would then demand just a little bit more.<br/><br/>That druid blanketed his shaman with his passion, and she gave it all back, only to plead for him to pour it out to her again. Every deep, jarring thrust had her vaginal walls contracting on his cock, trapping it and milking it, sucking it deeper into her, if that was even possible. So much give and take between the lovers’ thighs, so much hot, liquid love dripping from Aelena, baiting and beckoning that druid’s aching, throbbing cock back inside her sweltering depths, only for those hungry walls to contract and trap him once again. He loved her for the passion she reciprocated, revitalizing his youth, stirring in him a hunger he’d long dismissed. He was a sex-starved druid, and those merciless, pounding thighs were evidence, driving that swollen slab of cock into the shaman’s depths, squeezing her juices out and around his impatient girth to drip down and pool under that juicy draenei booty. She had awakened his most primal passion, and with every sex-slamming thrust there would be a guttural grunt, growl, snarl, or even snort.<br/><br/>There was no Winterspring, no cabin, no room, only the erotic, rut-bubble that the two lovers occupied. Iylldrraen briefly interlocked his fingers with Aelena’s, squeezing tight as he elevated her thighs with his a bit higher, then released those fingers to tear the pillow from under her, instead craving to feel her tight butt cheeks fill his hands. He clung to her supple flesh tightly; bracing his arms underneath to keep her lifted just a bit, those powerful elven thighs relentlessly pummeling her pussy with that turgid cock. His piston-like motions maintained a feverish pace, driven by her sultry moans and husky panting, not to mention the potent smell of her sex signaling her desire for him.<br/><br/>The needful cry of his lover started an unstoppable chain reaction with the druid’s body, beginning with those wild eyes snapping open, fixing with his lovers’ eyes, his body immediately tensing and dropping heavily upon her. Those strong druid hands clenched her butt, fingers digging slightly against her flesh as he angled her upward just as his thighs crashed down against her, mashing pelvis to pelvis. His face dipped to hers, forehead to forehead, eyes wincing briefly as though in pain, only to signal sudden beating inside her, hard, violent thumps of that thick elven cock beating against her slick walls, spewing virile semen into the draenei’s womb. His body was rigid, straining to keep him pushed tight against his shaman lover. Only soft moaning, and even a bit of feral growling could be heard from Iylldrraen as he clung to Aelena. Finally his head would lift, a look of complete euphoric bliss as he gazed down at her. Managing a smile, he’d whisper, “Damn, I’m sorry Aelena; I didn’t break the bed.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>