Embarrassment flushes through Fern's body washing through on the heels of quenching pleasure, coloring her body, her face with prickling crimson at hearing Adamion speak.  His petting a continued reminder of her diminished state bringing whimpers from her pursed lips in the aftermath of her shocked response to his ministrations and an electric charge of shame.<br/><br/><em>Oh gods that felt good.  What do I do?  How can I? Oh gods, that was...</em>ever as her thoughts betray her Adamion sends the attendants to remove their bindings, drawing Fern from the firmness of the table to the firmness of his being.  His lips explorations of her lightly pointed ears a tenderness most confusing as his arm crosses her breasts still gasping to recover her breath.<br/><br/>His eyes, the command in his voice give little option.  Fern, practically falling on rubberized legs, kneels, her head bowing as her hair flows in rivelets to cover her shame.