<strong>* ENCLOSURE *</strong><br/><br/>Surely, the griffon does not.  He does, however, enjoy the suggestion of it - finding Miaren's features a flushed and tender garden to root his penis in, he does not immediately tug away from the catch of its shaft against the curve of her jaw.  He rubs it there, the gristly flesh pulsing on the sleek line of the jawbone, nuzzling the soft shallow of the cheek, playing with the strands of her hair that affix to it.  His haunches lift, shudder, and then settle several times as he rubs in this fashion.  Soon a cluster of tears wept sticky from that generous nuzzling drip down Miaren's cheek and throat.<br/><br/>Then he pulls it free - somewhat.  The tube of the penis sweeps seductively along the blush of Miaren's cheek and skates to lodge against her nose and lips.  Again, the griffon halts to tremble his massive form in high, feline anxiety.  Again, the meaty slab rocks against her, enjoying the soft elaboration of Miaren's features, marking them with slick.  This time, the tip of the prong squirts out a drizzle of pre-seminal fluid, spattering the bulging of Miaren's bare, bound tit with its hot wax.<br/><br/>The griffon rubs in savor, the shaft slicing down across Miaren's nose and lips, as he explores the new sensation.<br/><br/><strong>* HALLWAY * </strong><br/><br/>Fern, gathered into a small, bare ball like a bit of silk lint against the door, hears someone in the chamber settling back.<br/><br/>"He will be his father's son," the bellicose voice comments.  "As it should be."<br/><br/>"Yes," says the one that had urged peace. "But don't play the innocent and act as though this is in keeping with your intentions."<br/><br/>"Intentions are fragile when set against the weight of destiny.  They do not survive the turn of centuries."<br/><br/>"No, they don't.  So why the sudden anxiety?"<br/><br/>"You know, well as I do, that the partitions between The Garden and other Roams are becoming thin."<br/><br/>"You are thinking that things may change in the way the world works?"<br/><br/>"I am thinking that things may change in the way the world is - we know The Garden is permeable.  We know these barriers are getting thinner.  Adamion cannot protect what is on the other side from us much longer, even if he tries."<br/><br/>