Adamion steps to place himself between the pair of kneeling women.  The shaft of his cock stands straight and long, what slight motions that shifting can win from it sending wafts of his scent drifting down like oak leaves from a branch.  That branch bulges to be so close to Miaren's face, to Fern's lowered head.<br/><br/>And it is to Miaren he extends his shaft, the dark red bulb of his penis' head visibly stretching from swollen silk to a creaseless shine.  In the pinch of the tip, pre-seed wells.  It touches Miaren's sense of smell and spreads, hot and sticky, strong as perfume.<br/><br/>The attendant keeps brushing her breasts, moving to oil their tops and rub their stiff, springing tips.  His hands circle stronger as Adamion glares down into her eyes.  Before those eyes, the skin of Adamion's penis and testicles tightens in lust's preparations.<br/><br/>It is to Fern he speaks.<strong> "Lead her to lick."</strong><br/><br/>It is Miaren whose cheek he brushes with the iron and satin of his ready sex.