Iylldrraen savored the passionate cries of his shaman, his Aelena, this female draenei that so eagerly and wantonly spread her legs for him, legs that he traced with skillful fingers and hands, mapping each smooth, silky inch. He would squeeze her soft, toned flesh closer to warm, beckoning inner thighs, encouraging her to continue to lose herself in the pleasure that his hungry tongue and heated mouth assaulted her with. He would smile and watch those legs sprawling, spreading, shuddering as that druid tongue bathed in her juices, guiding her steady trickles and dribbles into his waiting mouth. Not wanting those legs to cramp up, he guided, or forced, them onto his shoulders as he pushed his head further between them, if that was even possible, those nursing lips mashed oh-so tight against her quivering, pouting lips as tight as possible. He believed that he could feast upon her indefinitely, though he was certain she would demand another form of pleasure soon enough.<br/><br/>The feral druid did relent a bit on his fierce ministrations, slowing his pace to open his eyes and look up, basking in the countenance of Aelena, so fully contorted in pleasure, lips curling tight then wide, head lolling and tossing, even her nostrils would flare cutely from time to time. He watched his shaman carefully with those predatory eyes, gauging her  ‘choir’ responses: a sensual moan here, a sultry gasp there. Then perhaps a contented sigh, even a delighted squeal. He had to admit that he was enjoying using his tongue to be her ‘conductor’.<br/><br/>Catching motion at her breasts, his eyes would drift, fixated with how she expertly manipulated herself. He watched her intently, watched those skilled, delicate fingers cupping and caressing those soft, supple mounds of flesh, watching how she used the tips of her fingers to tease her swollen nipples, bright pink beacons of pleasure. He would growl between her legs, smiling as he noticed her even using her nails on herself. All the while he watched that rounded necklace that he’d given her of the Hyjal seed slipping up, down, and between her breasts.<br/><br/>He could have watched her indefinitely, tongue darting back and forth inside that slick, sweltering slit of hers, wiggling, twisting and squirming, his nose nudging, rubbing, and grinding that swollen nub that was her clit, were it not for a sudden throb of pain from his dick, turgid shaft of the druid poking out perpendicular to his body, bobbing, tip swollen with a purplish hue as though about to burst. His arms were wrapped around the outside of her legs, holding those puffy folds open so he could shove his tongue deeper with greater ease, though one now slipped away to try to ‘comfort’ that aching member, only to have it bounce and bob in frustration. It was now stiff enough that it didn’t even feel like flesh anymore, and he realized that perhaps he’d done too good a job teasing this shaman; inadvertently teasing himself to the point of madness.<br/><br/>Realizing his plight, he assaulted her with renewed, purposeful vigor, urgency even, lips now locking around her clit, trapping that sensitive, vulnerable organ, fiercely flicking with the tip of his tongue. With both hands back on her thighs he held them wide, though not wide enough to dislodge them from his shoulders, and began probing deeply with a finger, grazing along the frontal wall of her slit, dragging along that silky, ribbed inner flesh. The druid was determined to drink deep of his shaman before progressing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>