A shiver of struggle runs through her body with the harnessing of Fern's will to his. His arms binding, his voice a caressing promise, brooking no argument.  Carving fingers delve into her shoulder giving a minute wordless description of what is to come should Fern refuse him.<br/><br/>A caged whimper claws its way with her breath through flared nostrils as she feels herself lowered, delivered to Miaren's hungry tongue.  The ravenous feeding continuing across her breasts, nipples puckering with the rasp of her tongue devouring the citrus oil.<br/><br/>"Please, please, please.. I've never..  " whispered pleas for release find intelligence before she could continue, halting her as her face flushes crimson preventing an admission of innocence.<br/><br/>Unable to meet the other woman's eyes, she instead closes them preventing the intimacy as she relaxes to the inevitable taking of her flesh.  Her mind keeping itself private through the simple expediency of missing visual cues.