Servian smelled of Mead, because he'd been mouthing it all night, when other weren't looking he'd spit it out. He wanted the appearance of drinking without the actual effects because he had a chore to accomplish this night and he wanted to be sober enough to accomplish it. His facade went as far as acting tipsy enough to stumble when the Bor clapped his back.<br/><br/>Now though as the party was starting to wear down and people weren't paying as much attention he went to his betrothed. Honestly he didn't expect the playful grab of her ass to provoke much of a reaction, but then again he had to remember that Luna was actually drinking her wine, not spitting it out. He was disappointed he couldn't be enjoying this occasion and sharing in spirits with her, but as it turned out it was good that he had his wits about him, because Luna pulled him out of sight and pushed him against the castle wall, intent on having her way.<br/><br/>At once, she was up on her tippy-toes, her sexy body pressed against Servians, and her mouth began passionately kissing his. Her tongue worked feverishly searching out Servians', while his hands clapped around her waist. His hands searched her curves, rubbing the entirety of her form, the feel of her sharp nipple and cup of perfect tits. The ass that he'd only dared squeeze through the dress and peek at briefly , he now grabbed whole heartily. His big hand palming an entire cheek ,his fingers rested just a small distance from her pussy which was now producing quiet a bit of heat.  Servian pressed on, kissing her with equal passion, the bulge growing in his pants and pressing against her, either she was too drunk to notice or she just didn't care, they continued on necking an rubbing against each other with no abandon.<br/><br/>Luna was hot and was passionate her inhibitions caste away in a moment of passion, and Servian's mind was yelling at him to just tear this dress right off of her and have his way. "<span style="font-style: italic">Fuck her, turn her over and fuck her silly!</span>The barbarian, the savage warrior in him yelled silently inside his head. It was only fate, that stopped him from doing it, because he thought that if he was even a little drunk, he might be inclined to do just that. But he was not, and so when the tearing of cloth suddenly ripped through the air, it<span style="font-weight: bold">wasn't</span>Luna's dress, it was Servian's newly sewn pants. The might of his growing erection had split the hastily sewn seem.