Twitching flesh and rolling hips of pleasure greet Fern's eyes and hands with glistening cream as she continues the mimicking of Adamion's ministrations.  The sense of pleasure meandering through their mental bond sending trickles through her own body, gathering the feel of his strokes and invading fingers to it.  A gasp, wholly unexpected, takes roots within her drawing quick breaths through softly parted lips.<br/><br/>Every stroke of finger to her own flesh, every thrust of Miaren's body trapping her hand to her, his words of rumble through her gathering her own cream to swelling lips.  An echoing throb beginning within her own flesh, tightening muscles freshly invaded.<br/><br/>A strangled groan brings her eyes to darkness, closing them slowly as her face turns toward the smoothed wood, pressing her forehead into its satined grain, her graceful neck arching as the neck of a proud stallion, intent on its own worth.<br/>