The light touch of Iylldrraen's fingers along her silky skin was so at odds with the hungry passion with which he taste her that Aelena could do nothing but give herself over to the pleasure. She mused to herself that his approach was very much a reflection of the druid himself. On the one hand he was a kind, caring man and on the other he was a feral beast that would crush his adversaries. It was a tossup as to which aspect she craved more right now. Her hands gripped tightly to her breasts and she kneaded the firm flesh. It all felt so good and she just wanted him to never stop. It was a rare thing that she became this sexually excited this fast but it made sense. This was not just any man, this was Iylldrraen and more than that he was exceptionally skilled. Her lean stomach already ached from the repeated tensing brought on by the powerful waves of sensation he was causing. Her legs were pushed over her shoulders and the Draenei smiled. Clearly her lover was struggling to rein himself in because she doubted he was aware the force he jerked her legs over his shoulders. With her completely helpless and willingly giving herself to him, it seemed that his efforts redoubled to drive her wild.<br/><br/>Long licks of swollen, sensitive lips and the deep, slippery drives of his tongue into her were taking their toll on Aelena. She was not even aware of the noises he was drawing from her as she sensually writhed on the table. Not that it mattered. It did not matter that he was watching intently while her hands mauled her breasts to accentuate the pleasure he gave. All that was on her mind was the inrushing orgasm. Everything else fell away until the erratic pounding of her pulse and the pulsing growing pleasure were all she felt. She was sure that the elf was giving his all to pleasure her but it was a foolish notion. When he did truly put himself to the task she howled in pleasure and defeat. Her body arched and her thighs squeezed tightly around his head and she began to shamelessly grind herself against his face.<span style="color: indigo">"Oh... ohhhhh. I'm going.... Going to..."</span>She warning cut off in a cry of pleasure and her shaman's body jerked, convulsing wildly. The orgasm that had been building finally crashed into her and she screeched. Breath caught in her throat and her stark skin deepened to an adorable pink before she remembered enough to draw a breath. It was immediately ripped from her by another howl of pleasure. Iylldrraen was certainly asserting himself as he wrung every drop from her before she was finally allowed to collapse back in a sweaty heap on the table.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>