A moment passed where Tae'loren's mind once more interfered with the cravings of his body, briefly disrupting the steady rhythm of his tongue thrashing within Elariel's sweltering, sopping depths, posing quandaries of the possibility that she had enchanted him, somehow sneaking into the deeper recesses of his mind to conceal his true surroundings. Knowing the mage would likely notice his pause, though believing it necessary, he quickly delved into the depths of his mind, triggering an awakening. This was a hunter's trick, used in meditation, that was continually active, used to also awaken from enthrallment, enchantment, or any other mind-altering state.<br/><br/>When the hunter's surroundings remained, and the silken kiss of damp, blood elven female folds greeted him, his tongue resumed his wild thrashing with renewed vigor, darting fiercely in and out of that snug, slick slit, coaxing steady trickles of Elariel's nectar to fill his mouth. He knew she was close; he could smell her needy arousal as it's heady potency wafted deep into his nostrils and mouth. There was nothing in the world quite like the scent and flavor of femininity; it was not something he thought about consistently, yet now that Elariel was inviting him to dine on her, it was all Tae'loren craved.<br/><br/>He could feel her urgency, could feel those deceptively strong, slender fingers of hers digging into his braids, could feel those beckoning thighs ungulating, grinding her silken flesh and tender nerves against his obliging face. Strong hunter's hands clutched smooth mage thighs and parted them, holding her open wide as he forced his face as tight against her as possible, squeezing her smooth, sinewing flesh as that slick, nectar-dripping tongue dove deep between the silky folds of her moist slit, angular nose mashed against her tender clitorial bud, gyrating and rotating to match the movements of his tongue.<br/><br/>Her moans synchronized perfectly with his movements, a guttural growl of hunger rumbling from the hunter, delicious vibrations reverberating along the blood elf's tender skin. His eyes had remined opened, fixed on the sultry, sexually needy female, smiling, or trying to, as he felt her writhing, bucking, and squirming from his ministrations. He watched that hand, those delicate fingers wrapping around stiff, swollen nipple, growling once more to cast this female into the euphoric world she craved. The hunter unleashed a series of thrusts, lapping, and twisting of his tongue, directed at those most tender, sexually-immobilizing spots on the mage. His hands braced her firmly, holding her steady, unsure if her legs would support her once he was finished with her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>