Given the gloom of the night, it's only natural that Alura would find herself stumbling, more than once - And if she stumbles more than she should, she's only grateful for the satyrs to help her! Not that she's complaining, as their hands slide over her luscious form - Cupping her full breasts, caressing her smooth flanks...All in the guise of (respectfully) supporting her!<br/><br/>By the time they reach the glade, there's a supple sway to Alura's stride...Her curvy hips rolling, her bare feet padding lithely against the grass as she makes her way forward - Lips curved in a slight smile! At some point,<em>both</em>of the satyrs are sporting rock-hard erections...And no wonder, given that they're almost<em>carrying</em>the gorgeous guardian between them - While she certainly isn't trying to break away! The midnight-haired beauty offers no comment, besides a soft chuckle...It'd be<em>rude</em>. Besides, they're not *quite* there yet.<br/><br/>A sigh of delight purrs from Alura's lips, as she beholds the clearing...The beauty of the place sending a thrill of relief through her! Despite all the problems she's been confronted with, upon awakening - It's still a wonder to behold.<br/><br/>"-But of course," Alura says - In that soft, husky lilt of hers, her slim fingers curving around the amphora's handles as she brings it to her lips! The wine has a heady, fruity taste...Enough to make her head swim, and it's only natural that rivulets of it trickle down her chin - the sleek arch of her neck - over those full breasts, soaking into her translucent gown~! She lowers the amphora, a husky "Oh my~!" teased from her silky throat...The spreading stain making the fabric<em>cling</em>to her skin, outlining the full curves of her breasts...<br/><br/>-And her dark nipples, oh-so-slowly stiffening against the gossamer material!<br/><br/>"Delicious," she breathes - Favoring them with a demure look, her expression oh-so-coy as she proffers the amphora to Dol~! Bending from the waist, the clay flask is almost between her breasts, pressing up against the deep 'V' of her cleavage - A husky "Your turn~" purring from her silky throat-!<br/><br/>Absently, Alura runs a slim fingernail against her gown...Pouting contemplatively, stroking the spreading crimson stain. "Such a mess," she muses aloud - Canting her head to the side - her expression entirely innocent. "Kard, perhaps you could help me -<em>remove</em>this~?"