Zell was a little confused, or rather he was until the wine began to kick in; it was strange that since becoming a demon, he was more resistant to alcohol, but this strange wine, its sticky and dry taste, quickly began to make him slightly drunk, his body was pressed down, before Edelgards lips smothered his with a naive and sloppy kiss, her tongue sliding over his lips as she pressed him down, her hands half transformed, before her hips began to sway, stroking against his pants and crotch, with hot sighs leaving her lips.
"Mmm... you are good at kissing..."
"You're not bad yourself," she murmured, letting go of his shoulders and sliding down to his chest; her passionate kisses began to rain down on his body with warm little pecks of her affection and drunken love.
