"I - dizzy - like I'm in a mountain tavern," Lisle replied.  "It wants - inside me?"  For some reason, that made her feel a wash of disorientation, especially when the doctor's fingers drifted nearer to the base of her own shaft.  She licked where she was directed, filling her nose with musk like the bouquet of a fine wine.  She could feel the pulses against her tongue, like a slow heartbeat.<br/><br/>"Inside - where, Gerlinde?"