Mejo moaned and trembled. His penis hardening further and he couldn't help it. The intoxication of being technically wasted and his inexperienced body couldn't take the pleasure he was feeling. He was practically writhing in her skillful touch. He let out moans and felt all funny. He didn't know what he was feeling just that it felt good. He whimpered when the soft hand left from causing the strange feelings. Leaving him feeling funny and tingly all over. He didn't understand it at all. He cried out in surprise when she gripped him. He dropped the bottle and it landed with a glass thunk and chink sound. He whimpered and felt funny. Nuzzling into her a bit. He swayed side to side when she sat him on the bed. Whimpering when she growled at him and all three wings drooped. He swayed side to side. "Sorry Mistress... sorry sorry  sorry... sorry..." He slurred. Swaying even when she had left. Close to falling face first off the bed he was that wasted. He was probably going to have a killer hang over. His drunken mind told she was mad at him. REAAAAAAALLY mad. He almost fell off the bed twice and whimpered still. He didn't know what he did wrong or why the brown bottled drink made him feel so airheaded and loopy.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Heji growled at him and moaned. "Harder!" He commanded. Bucking into the faster pace. He moaned and growled at Silva. "Put your mouth on me now before I ravage you. Only warning!" He cried out in a deadly serious tone. Pre beading the tip of his penis. He wouldn't have asked but he was so close to ravaging this guy that he needed more or he would snap and flip him onto his back. Rip of the pants he bought him the other day and off with the underwear and take him hard. He was that damn close to losing control over his reserve to let Silva play. "I'm serious! Do more before I take over!" He growled out. He needed more and he needed it now!