His voice caught between a growl and a chuckle in his throat as soft, warm blood-elf lips latched onto his rougher flesh, finally understanding how she felt when his fierce desire was released upon her. He was powerless to challenge Elariel and her sexual hunger, unrelenting and ferocious, driving her body up and down his stiff, swollen elven shaft like a mastercrafted gnome piston. His tongue met hers at the coupling of their saliva-slathered lips, clashing wildly together, slapping and smacking, tasting each other's flesh as they vied for dominance.<br/><br/>He wasn't certain if he could have overpowered Elariel or not, but honestly he didn't want to. Feeling her body beating and grinding against his, feeling those silky pubic hairs cling and tickle his crotch, feeling her slick, warm flesh sticking to his were all feelings Tae'lo'ren craved from Elariel, and if he was guaranteed more by allowing her to dominate him, so be it. Possibly the best part of her mounting him was the fact that, as their lips locked, her soft, silky blonde strands draped down over their faces, shading their faces in golden-hued light as the lamp light was partially blocked. For a moment, the hunter was brought back to the springs and summers of his youthful days of green forests and bright sunlight.<br/><br/>His eyes opened only for a moment, and even with closed eyes he could see Elariel's genuine desire for him. Growling loudly into her mouth, strong hunter's hands clung to that bouncing blood-elf butt, clutching her cheeks as his legs bowed, bucking fiercely, matching her pace perfectly, allowing their thighs to collide with lewd, liquid slaps, his crotch angled in such a way that his pelvis smacked her swollen clit with each upward thrust.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>