Tae'loren had always been curious about the sensations of being captured, of being prey; Elariel was more than happy to make those introductions. With centuries of self-restraint the hunter allowed the mage to mount and manipulate him, that pink-hued ivory body, lithe and limber, straddling him proudly, disheveled golden strands of hair hanging this way and that as she shifted those slender hips, surprisingly firm thighs pushing, twisting, grinding mercilessly to find that sweet spot she craved. A smile spread across her face when she paused, angling her crotch with his, both now well lubricated in a new sheen of sweat.<br/><br/>He laid there smiling, moaning and tilting his head, eyes narrowing slightly as Elariel began to buck as though she'd been waiting years for this opportunity to dominate a male, the same kind of blissful glee on her face as his when he tamed his first companion. This time, though, who would tame who? His hands instinctively clung to her calves, sliding up smooth, slick skin to her legs, shying from her thighs to ensure her complete control. He tried to laugh at the irony of the situation, of his role as the hunter, yet he was captured and unwilling to reacquire control, but that laugh became a guttural growl as her sumptuous body relentlessly jarred his own, filling the small cabin with such lewdity and vulgarity that Tae'loren imagined that the two were in a brothel rather than a cabin.<br/><br/>His lips were under continual assault during her reign over his body, assaults that were welcomed eagerly, his lips suckling with hers, panting, growling, and smacking sloppily, their saliva smearing and dripping all over their faces, a few times his teeth biting at her tongue as she tried to pull away. He moaned, gasped, and writhed for Elariel, never believing the deceptively-appearing dainty and delicate mage to be capable of such lasciviousness.<br/><br/>His eyes were fluttering with bliss, quickly being exposed to a world of euphoria that he'd long forgotten. A sudden convulsing spasm from Elariel forced his eyes to snap wide, for the movement wasn't what he believed typical of an orgasm, it coinciding more with being stabbed from behind, or being dropped in an icy river. What greeted his eyes was, in a word: speechless. He heard nothing physically, but in his mind he could hear her screaming in pleasure, her eyes and mouth locked open, as though stopped in time, the backlash of the denied release of sound colliding with the initial pleasure of her orgasm. He hissed loudly, his hands releasing her flesh, for fear of harming her, as they crashed into the floor beside him, for just as her body convulsed outwardly, the intensity was so much more powerful inwardly, the contractions of her searing, sopping sex overwhelming the hunter to the point that his body didn't know how to react.<br/><br/>He caught her as she collapsed, arms coiling tightly around her body, fingertips caressing over her smooth, dripping skin, warm and slick, tickling along her spine to playfully swat her butt. When she rose, the thought she would rise off completely, offering an apologetic, though promising smile, stating she could go no further. He was surprised when she began to undulate those sex-starved thighs once more. The words were a taunt to him, albeit seductive and playful, and he responded in kind, sitting up, coiling one strong, unwavering arm around her waist, adjusting his position so he was sitting bow-legged. He used his other hand to brace himself, holding her body oh-so tight against his as he began to buck and thrust off the ground and deep inside her, bouncing her lithe frame against his rigid body. His lips locked to her neck, able to almost suffocate in the aroma of her skin and sweat, licking, sucking, and biting at her hot, slick flesh.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>