Tae'loren was immediately aware of the sudden halt of pleasure sustaining his blissful stupor, and when his eyes opened, focusing on his surroundings, he saw that mischievous mage lifting her head from his lap, a shiver shaking the hunter's body as the cool air of the cabin chilled his slick, saliva coated cock. His piercing eyes locked intensely with hers, his smile matching that sultry smirk of hers, hunter's eyes drifting to her body, tracking every subtle, sensual movement.<br/><br/>Simultaneously he felt her delicate fingers on his chest and her thighs hover over his hips; he knew, or at least hoped for, what was next. He smiled knowingly up at this wicked elf, tilting his head to kiss her fingers, her hand, and her forearm, moaning deeply as he felt that other set of delicate, yet hungry, fingers coil around his aching member, guiding it up to her warm, wet lips. He moaned again in anticipation, but was jarred from his renewed blissful retreat when, instead, he felt his tip, that smooth, extremely sensitive tip, gliding back and forth along those smooth, soft folds, listening to the barely audible 'schlick' as their slick skin made contact. Tremors worked through the hunter's body as her pace quickened, manipulating his cock like a tool, utilizing his swollen head to batter her clit. His hands clung to her legs as she bucked against his tip, watching her body and face contort in rising pleasure.<br/><br/>It wasn't any sound or motion that revealed that an orgasm had just  torn through Elariel's body, but it was her scent, that familiar, potent scent of fresh juices flowing through her smoldering sex. He grunted as he felt those silken folds quiver against his tip, elicting another gob of precum to ooze out and smear against her sex. He basked in the image of her: a lithe, sensual blood elf trembling over his turgid member, her body flushed and glistening in sweat, her folds, soft, silky, and warm, trying to suck him deep inside her, a bit of her nectar trickling down one of her lips to his cock tip.<br/><br/>Enough was enough. Seemingly in his own state of euphoria, the hunter clutched the mage's thighs and drove her down onto his cock, impaling her instantly. His head lunged forward, his lips locking to hers to stifle any cry, strong, impatient hands grasping at her body, swiftly turning and pinning her one the floor. While his actions weren't intended, they could not be prevented. The hunter loved to be teased intimately, but what she did was almost torment, bringing the elf to near orgasm twice. She had succeeded in coaxing a more instinctual side from the hunter, one that craved only to sate his hunger. With wild eyes the hunter gazed down upon his mage, growling and grinning.<br/><br/>“My turn.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>