Eshalu arched her back at the sudden sensation of Aeryn's knee pressing on her sex, the muscles of her belly pulled taut, her arms straining to keep her human lover pinned down. Aeryn certainly wasn't delicate and she decided she would take her with the passion with which she took her Lodge-Sisters.<br/><br/>Keeping her pinned down, she wrapped her lips around a stiff, dark nipple and grazed her teeth on the sensitive, inflamed surface, half-tugging, half-suckling. She could hear Aeryn's heart beat faster. A new music - the song Aeryn's body sang for her. Eshalu pressed her thigh hard against Aeryn's sex, feeling the slick folds glide over hard muscle and relishing the new sensation of hair, now damp with passion, skim over her skin.<br/><br/>She undulated her hips in rhythm with the prompting of the hands Aeryn had planted firmly on her bottom to guide her, her tongue still flickering, teeth bared, on the sweet peak of the human woman's nipple. Then just a little, merciless tug with her teeth and lips to focus Aeryn's attention.<br/><br/>Eshalu raised herself off the bed with one hand, the other dancing between Aeryn's breasts, over her belly, tickling her navel, then lower still to caress her mound. She knew Aeryn was wet and ready, but the anticipation in the human woman's eyes thrilled her. Her eyes locked into Aeryn's gaze and she kissed her again, her lips and tongue more demanding this time, inviting - no, expecting - and uninhibited outpouring of passion.<br/><br/>Pressing her hand against Aeryn's mound, still riding her, Eshalu parted slick, swollen lips. Petals - a flower streaked with nectar. She teased Aeryn open, two long, expert fingers pressing down, spreading the warm folds, feeling for the human woman's reaction to each movement. Then she extended her thumb to press firmly on the tight hood sheltering Aeryn's stiff little bud, eager to see if she would respond to that like an elven woman would.<br/><br/>The faint scent of aromatic wood was banished to the background - Eshalu could smell an arousal so different from her own and what she was accustomed to. An earthier, less floral musk. Mingled with saline sweat and damp skin it was hypnotic. She needed it. Badly.<br/><br/>"I<em>must</em>taste you," Eshalu said, her voice thick with passion, "will you spread for me?"