Adamion's fingers return to the pliant flesh of Miaren's sex, arriving like a slow, sleek host of smooth force.  They carve down from the rosebud of her bottom's awakened hole.  They run richly through the darkening petals of her sex, slicing the blossom wider - inspiring it to tremble and cling as it is widened.  They tease with a graze of her entrance, licking over that spongy socket.  They make their way to the head of her clitoris, yoke it lightly, and tug it carefully from its hood.<br/><br/>They release. They arrive at the ring of her anus again.  They repeat the dazzling slide.<br/><br/>As he strokes Miaren, Adamion impales her body on his glare.  His breathing deepens, and comes sultry when he speaks to Fern.<br/><br/><strong>"Stand before her.  Close to her face.  Very close."</strong><br/><br/>Another exhilarating skim runs through the cringing divide of Miaren's vagina, pushing flesh and feeling wide, and sending the harp strings of her nerves singing in frenzy.  Each stroke seems to make the soaking oil work deeper.  It begins to couple with hormones, altering them, transforming Miaren's blood into an animal simmer.  She almost seems to feel the flesh changing, becoming more alert and bestial.  The chemical pulses that travel back to her brain begin to sow that ripe lust into her consciousness, making her more than aroused:  Making her into a female animal in season - a beast in heat.