For the first time in the druid's life, Iylldrraen was at the mercy of another. Aelena's methods of pleasure were exquisite and forced the indomitable elf into quite the submissive position, literally and figuratively. He did not mind in the slightest, though, for being at Aelena's mercy, to feel her smooth, warm, wet oral muscular organ caressing and dancing all along his strained and solid shaft was a feeling he felt blessed to be subjected to. It may have been amusing to the naughty shaman, however, when his eyes would light with concern whenever he heard her gag. Truthfully, the solitary druid was not accustomed to such acts of pleasure, and associated the sound of gagging with sickness or disgust. What Aelena provided, however, was a deep-seeded desire to pleasure her lover, no matter the cost to her. This had the druid reaching down, tenderly gripping one of those graceful horns of hers, lifting her face, and giving her one of the most loving, passionate smiles he'd ever offered to anyone.<br/><br/>When that wild and playful draenei went right back to sating her oral fixation, his curiosity of just how she became so remarkably talented did creep into the wary druid's mind. Thoughts of how she must have experimented on past lovers elicited a soft growl from the druid, one he was easily able to mask as pleasure. He began to wonder how long she would tolerate his behavior, how long her love could really last for him, a feral druid accustomed to hundreds of years in a solitary lifestyle. Another lewd gag and hot saliva drew Iylldrraen out of his worries, and there, below her wild and beautifully mischievous eyes and that wickedly grinning smile, dangled his answer.<br/><br/>There, around her neck hung the small seedpod he'd given to her from the World Tree. He gazed upon it, all of those tender moments that the two had shared assaulted his mind. He loved every single one; it was those memories with her that kept the druid from feeling so alone when he truly had been all of those years. He realized that despite whom she may have shared a moment of love with, she'd held on to her affection for him for hundreds of years. It was at that moment that he realized that she was truly his and his alone, and he was determined to thank her properly for her patience. Her words barely registered in the predatory mind of that feral druid, but the tone was perfectly clear: she was challenging him. As he stared at her, likely raising concern, both hands reached down and took hold of her horns, gently lifting her head up, up, off of his aching member. He then released them, and almost serpent-like he slid from under her, then, curling his feet under himself he lunged and pounced his lover.<br/><br/>The move was more of a tackle, pinning the shaman to the far end of the bed, their bodies pressed snugly together. One of his legs had remained angled outward, forcing hers to remain lifted and spread, while he had quickly caught her by the wrists and had them pinned above her head. He was panting, smiling, and a pure look of primal fervor gleamed in the druid's eyes as he gazed down upon her, his taught frame towering over hers. He was licking his lips when his head dropped down quickly to her face, further back, teeth catching hold of her ear, whispering huskily, “You dare challenge me?” Not offering her the chance to respond he pierced her, knowing she'd be hot and wet for him. He slid in easy, welcomed by her body. He pushed steadily and fully, no hesitation, to her cervix, then held still. He growled to her, a deep, hungry, feral growl, hot breath blasting her ear, her neck, and the bedding under her. His straight leg began to move, forcefully pushing against hers, forcing it wide and high just like the other. Curling his body tight against hers, using his angle to lift her butt, that perky, perfect butt, off of the bed, that druid began to mate his lover. He growled to her again, hands holding her just below her wrists, just above her head, “You are about to lose your lover and gain a beast.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>