<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4d/99/94/4d99941e1117b613fca2de1f3f6ccb56.jpg)</div>If Edmur has any concern for the wrath of Burnus brought on by tossing wine-glasses, he doesn't show it.  Instead he barks out a laugh, a hearty barrel-belly laugh and moves to Lorelei.  He follows her movements, her motions, her silent instructions with gusto, his heavy hot hands squeezing and stroking over pale flesh.  When pushed away, he moves back mere seconds later with renewed desperation, each time pulling Lorelei tight up against his body with a hand on her waist, hip, or backside.  A low, growling sound of pleasure comes from his body as his fingers begin to sink into the flesh of Lorelei's tit, a groan of incredible need.  His hand squeezes, firmly but not too hard, the steady, experienced grip of a man who has held many women, though clearly this one is giving him particular pleasure.  Lightly he traces over her nipple with his thumb, teasing it as he explores her, shifting from one orb to the next.  His breath against her ear is hot and needy.<br/><br/>He leans back to allow her to raise the wine to his lips, accepting it without difficulty, for who could turn down a drink with fair Lorelei?  As soon as he realizes she's not just giving him a sip, he begins to chug, throat straining and the blacksmith holding up a hand with a gentle gesture that he's had enough.  When this doesn't stop the bard, he finally ends up choking, coughing mostly to the side, but ending up with wine dripping down his chin and all down his shirt.  Indeed, the bottle had a moment or two to freely pour when he wasn't drinking and all down his front shows this, the cloth sticking to his form and leaving Lorelei with quite a bit to clean up.  "Hope you don't mind," he responds in his softly graveled voice, "If we end up a bit messy."<br/><br/>Lorelei definitely doesn't need Phelypsis-level muscles to lead Edmur back towards one of the chairs.  He begins moving back as she puts her weight on him, taking careful steps but also moving with some speed.  All the while, his free hand explores her body, mostly along her sides and back simply because she is pressed against him.  Still, he gets the firm, muscled hand between his chest and hers for a moment or two, squeezing as he groans with pleasure, his lips and tongue moving with hers.  He kisses hard and desperately, holding her to him as he goes and only splitting the kiss when he must.  He seems to angle towards back into the room before his leg hits the chair and he is pushed back, landing in the chair with a sound of surprise, likely quite a bit harder than he would normally sit down.  The chair creeks slightly with the abrupt addition of weight.<br/><br/>As Lorelei begins to undo his pants, Edmur shifts to make it easier, pulling them down to his knees to free the shaft hidden inside.  Like the blacksmith himself, it is tall, hefty, and impressively thick with heavy balls.  As the member is freed before her face, Lorelei can smell the thick, rich masculine scent of Edmur, a promise of firm fucking to come.  Reaching down, he takes firm hold of it for a second to make it more available to the bard down on her knees before him, grinning broadly.  "Up for another game of Cock's Crown?" he asks with a joking, teasing grin that is absolutely interrupted by the feel of her hand stroking along his dick.  The width of his cock only becomes more obvious as his hand wraps around it, giving it a light stroke before sliding that same rough hand affectionately against Lorelei's cheek.