When Tae'loren pinned Elariel against the ground, the breath was knocked out of her. After that she found it impossible to catch it again. All previous admiration for the hardness of his thrusting was drowned in this new enthusiasm of his. Elariel's arms locked around him and held him tight against her as his hips slammed against her with formidable force. His pelvis was hitting her clit with a ferocity that made her head swim. Her breath came in short sharp bursts and with whimpers.<br/><br/>And then, he came. His teeth latched onto her ear and his voice reverberated through her soul as his seed exploded within her. For those few moments, stretched out like an eternity, she let her pleasure overtake her as she moaned and gasped through an unexpected orgasm. His cock was pumping deep within her, filling her, as her walls contracted around him to get every last bit of his release.<br/><br/>When he stopped moving, when they were both panting and sweating and well past done, her fingers relaxed against his back and her head fell back onto the floor with a dull thud. Still beneath him, joined by a thin layer of sweat and his cock as it pulsed within her tiredly, her sensibility began to return. It pierced through her mind like morning light through forest leaves. She bit the inside of her lip and closed her eyes as  a sense of disbelief washed over it. It wasn't that she was ashamed of what she'd just done; pleasure was pleasure, by her standards. It was more that she was surprised by the way she had been completely and utterly absorbed by him. Their coupling blocked out everything else in her mind and world. This hunter, this night elf she'd known for less than a day, was intoxicating.<br/><br/>She only hoped that none of her colleagues had heard their joining; she had no idea how she would explain it if they asked.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>