The Korred grazed away at the soft and tender flesh along the side of Dolly's neck.  As her hand sought what it wished to claim hold of, Disiyir let out a rumbling groan as her fingers curled around the hardened shaft.  Teeth parted and reached up, clenching down across the lobe of her ear before pulling away as he tugged his head back and howled into the night.<br/><br/>His index finger, that belonged to his right hand remained curled around the silver looped handle of the chalice that was now being lifted upwards.  Deep burgundy liquid splashed about within the depths of the vessel, spilling over the edges to stain clothes and flesh.  It was held aloft, wrist twisting to turn the silver cup on it's side and let the wine flow free down into his opened mouth.  He drank greedily and shifted it's falling red fountain of wine towards Dolly's gasping mouth.  There it splashed down across the wild witches face while the Korred dipped his head between her breasts to collect what wine hadn't found it's way into her mouth.<br/><br/>His hairy hands pulled it away and pushed it back towards Xavier, allowing the cascade of wine to flow free down Dolly's back.  For a handful of seconds he let the wine pour out before the knight's face, enticing him to drink.  Regardless of the mans choice to do so or not, when he pulled the offering of the chalice's liquid away there was ample amounts coursing down the line of Dolly's spine.  The horny alcoholic fey man beast turned away then from Dolly, but not before sucking lavishly across her breasts, and turned with a twist of his hips to face those behind him.<br/><br/>There the wine was offered once more as Disiyir's enchanting eyes fell upon the pair.  He looked to the redheaded witch first, twisted his head and tucked his mouth down against the curve of her throat beneath her chin.  The silver goblet was held floating above Elisa's lips, turned slightly towards it's side as the never ending fountain of deep red wine fell in a stream across her mouth.  Once more Disiyir relegated himself to lapping the overflow from her the curvature of her neck all the way down to where the wine she missed with her mouth gathered to roll between her breasts.<br/><br/>The chalice was pushed beyond her shoulder after letting her have her fill, and presented to Rob.  There it flowed, offered in much the same manner as it was to Xavier.  For Rob to either take straight from the lisp of the silver cup, or to lap away from the creamy skin of Elisa that it showered down upon.