Adamion regards this all with a fierce remove.  His glare narrows, girding itself in the cool sweep of his sidereal features.<br/><br/>His flesh is not so detached.<br/><br/>Pulsing against Miaren's mouth, the bar of his sex ripples subtly along its iron length.  It strokes her lips in this regard, savoring the mean press of her lips.  It does not flare, but arousal rises as a palpable heat.  And below, where Fern laps in exploration, the bulge of his testicles set heavy on her tongue.  They press it with deep brown scent, push it with clustering arousal; wrinkles breathe on the musky flesh.<br/><br/>When he is slickened near to dripping, Adamion speaks again.  His hands have kneaded at Miaren's neck, and at the base of Fern's skull.  Now they relax to caress inquisitively, as though secretly stalking the sensations skimming under the skin's surface.  His tone is just as guarded and dire.<br/><br/><strong>"Now tell her to suck.  Hungrily.  Keep licking after you do."</strong>