Eshalu was in no hurry. Her lips grazed the skin of Aeryn's belly, pausing to plant a kiss on the human woman's navel. Her tongue snaked out - a slow, indulgent lick. A taste of what was to come.<br/><br/>She crouched on top of Aeryn's belly, hips raised slightly, her thumb now circling with firm strokes around the human woman's bud.<em>She's ready.</em>Eshalu tenderly parted the fold's of Aeryn's sex and entered her with two fingers. Silky, sodden flesh gave way to her experienced touch. Her strokes were slow at first, stoking Aeryn's fire rather than forcing it to burn over. Her slender, but powerful forearm worked with delicacy and precision, adjusting in response to the rhythm of the human woman's hips. Like the hunt, timing, patience and observation were everything.<br/><br/>Eshalu's lips moved lower, her thumb still circling, this time pressing a little harder, around the hard little acorn which now stood proud and eager for attention from its hood. She paused for a moment, curling her fingers deep inside Aeryn to find a better angle to begin taking her again.<em>Fucking her</em>Eshalu thought, remembering the word Aeryn had once used. There were at least half a dozen elven terms to describe what she was doing, each untranslatable.<em>Fuck</em>would be just fine.<br/><br/>Now she observed carefully, hovering just above Aeryn's swollen folds, the scent of passion rich and humid in the air. She marvelled at the dark, parted lips and the crown of hairs wreathing coppery skin and the deep rose-pink of the human woman's sex. Withdrawing her thumb from Aeryn's bud, she replaced it with her lips. A gentle kiss at first, to savour the dense, salty flavour of Aeryn's passion. Then she began to lick - slowly, with unhurried, firm strokes around the pearl of Aeryn's clit.<br/><br/>Her fingers returned to work in Aeryn's channel, thrusting with renewed vigour. Eshalu's forearm was tense, the wiry muscle of her biceps flexing with each thrust, her mouth slaking her hunger for the fertile nectar of Aeryn's desire. The ranger's free hand slipped under Aeryn's writhing bottom, raising the human woman's hips higher, so that she could give her fingers easier access to the sweet spot of the well she plundered with lusty abandon.<br/><br/>For a moment, Eshalu forgot her own need, the raging desire that churned in her loins, her own sex swollen and slick with desire in the cool air. Her universe was Aeryn's pussy - fertile and alive, the human woman's hips shuddering and bucking with each thrust of her fingers.