Tehr strode forwards to her and then pulled her forwards towards him as she let the leather top fall from her body.  He reached around her to set the pitcher and mugs on the table behind her.  Then with his face only inches from hers he said, "I may not be a mighty fighter like you, but let no one say that I'm not brave."  Then with that he wrapped his arms around her.   One hand went down to cup her ass, barely covered by her leather  garments, squeezing it as he pulled her close, the other finding her head, wrapping into the thick inky jet black hair as he pulled her towards him.<br/><br/>He hesitated for a half a second as his lips made contact with hers, but then he pressed forwards.  The sharp firm tusks of her mouth pressed against his face, but didn't puncture his flesh.  He knew that this fierce warrior could easily do so if she wanted, biting him with what could be tiny daggers.  But the way he kissed her, the flat smooth rounded edges pressed against his lower lips.  He squeezed her ass again pulling her body tight against his so that his erect cock pressed against her even through his clothing.<br/><br/>When he broke the kiss he pulled back with a smile, taking in her muscular physique and soft breasts with dark nipples, "I simply thought we might be thirsty later is all."  He said explaining the pitcher of ale.