The hand in her hair, caressing, confusing in its play upon her nerves.  Fern draws back again, thankful for the respite, his voice completely at odds with the heated meat between her lips.<br/><br/>"He wants us to change.  You do what I did."<em>I cant do this.  I cant.  Miaren, I'm scared.</em><br/><br/>Lowered eyes seek the solace of the gravel beneath them for some moments to simply breath.  As Miaren shifts, Fern's lips find the engorged head barely parting as if testing his resolve in this.  Lifting her fear ridden eyes to his intent and flat, emotionless, a shark feeding she makes a slow relaxing of her jaws, drawing her lips slowly down his length.  The  heat of it filling her mouth, Miaren's ministrations giving lubrication so ease its passage between suddenly dry lips.  Drawing him deeper, her tongue flattening over his skin and her lips closing snugly.<br/><br/>A tender whimper escapes sending subtle vibrations through the tissues gorged fully as a glistening tear beads upon her lashes.