"You're doing so good.  You're enjoying what you need.  You're calm in your obedience." Fern parrots to Miaren, not really paying attention to the words any more than a talking bird, simply mouthing and making sounds without meaning.<br/><br/><em>Oh gods, what is he doing?</em><br/><br/>Flesh twitching alerted to a new touch seem to settle again fairly quickly at the litany continues.  Fingers stroking Miaren's clitoris and quivering walls mirroring the speed and intensity of those upon hers.  The succulent cream easing Fern's passage through the contracting and throbbing.<br/><br/>Her own warm, quickened breath parroting Miaren's heated breath upon her breast.<br/><br/><em>Why does this feel so good?  He can't.. oh gods.</em>