A slide of Adamion's lithe arm about Fern's shoulders transforms his embrace into a harness.  He holds her balanced, suspended on the blank textured leather of his arm about her upper body.  Her weight is held captive there, all the vertigo and fear and wonder in her body seized in the sling of his strength.<br/><br/><strong>"Lower now.  Help her lick it all.  Can you see how she's straining?"  </strong>Adamion's voice stretches languid through the octaves of inquiry.  Fern's ear tingles as the laudanum of his tone slides in to stain her thoughts.  On her shoulder, his fingers describe what strain is with a subtle crush of her flesh.<strong> "Can you see how she wants it?  Look into her eyes."</strong><br/><br/>He lowers Fern, leaning her bosom's underside into the feasting of Miaren's face.<strong> "Look.<br/><br/>"Help her."</strong><br/><br/>And below, his fingers tug on the harness that splits so tightly around the delta of her sex.  The downy pocket is snugly crushed in the mouth of the leather divide.  Feeling is pinched to a fine, bright head.  Flesh is shifted, confined, contracted.  And the ghost of Miaren's licking is disturbed again, made to rise in red relief to the surface of Fern's attention.<br/><br/>Within Miaren, the potions run their course.  The nectarine lotion licked from Fern's body continues to feed her every cell, making the components of her body feel dilated and robust.  Health breathes like an animal on the rut within her.  Blending with this sensation, the finer work of the ointment bloating the needs and senses of her sex and anus continues its spell:<br/><br/>It seems to make memory an evasive, curious thing, oiled by the wet immediacy of the moment.  Vocabulary transforms into its primal essence - the articulate dance of syllables in sequence becomes less clear, less meaningful, than the intonation and emphasis behind them; their raw, growling intent.  Thought becomes a thing of smell.  These transformations are still only suggestions, still only an accent on Miaren's awareness, but she can feel them taking place all the same.  The charge of fluid infused into her sex is turning airy thought into an experience foremost of flesh.  It is a transformation not far removed from ecstasy.