Servian made quick work of changing into her father's over sized pants, being sure to properly stow his massive fleshy 'mace' so as to be able to walk without a pronounced limp. He and Luna stole away back into the castle without anyone but faithful Thomas knowing the wiser.  They ran up the stairs, giggling like a couple of school aged children. Luna drunken slipping at the top of the stair's landed her seated in Servian's strong arms, feeling her still warm cleft, through the thin red silk  and so he carried her the rest of the way to his bedchambers, kissing her gently and longingly all the way.<br/><br/>Servian's plans for this evening were seemed to be temporarily put on hold, as the young couples passions were getting the better of them. He gently laid her down on the bed, but seeing her worried cautious expression, he spoke gently to her; "Your honor shall remain intact, I swear this to you..." He whispered into her ear and then began to gently kiss her neck, while squeezing her breasts , allowing her pointed nipples to be massaged between his forefinger and thumb. Slowly he moved his kisses downward, first they lingered between her breasts and then down to her abdomen, feeling her skin through the soft tickle of red silk.  Servian's free hand slowly pulled up at the dress, he wanted more than anything to taste of her nectar