Adamion's fingers slide in a scrimshaw sling into and around Fern's gloss-swollen sex.  The shy pocket is pierced in a swift, smooth rhythm by the drive of two lithe digits; the sheath flushing deep and wide in a dazzling dynamism.  Motion grows as it is caught in the net of Fern's nerves, their fibers glutted by the friction, made to shudder and seize as the flesh they invest is shaped.  Heat grows, pooling and spreading in sublime ripples.  She grows inside; her taut tunnel bulged by each thrust, gripping down all the more swollen with each twisting pierce.  And below, on the creamy rind of her slit, her clitoris is grazed with the rolling of Adamion's thumb.<br/><br/>That bud is made to leap and turn, the light skimming of it becoming firmer and firmer as her skin strains to meet it.  Adamion no longer teases.  His touches soon scrape, fulsome and commanding, against the bead.  He treats it as his plaything, mining new twitches and fresh twists from it under the awl of his thumb.  Soon the pebble of nerves is bloated with the still-warm memory of all the ways it has been touched, and shudders as it is made to accept more.<br/><br/>Above, Fern's anus is made to accept as well.  The circulations continue as a smooth point of leather is introduced to their center.  Her bottom pinches down its rim of flesh, but has been too widened, too loosened, to do more than tremulously kiss at the rounded point of the plug.  Then puncturing comes; then the slide of the cone, its girth greater and greater, easing her open as it makes its way into the sensitive socket of her bottom.<br/><br/>Adamion is rubbing at Fern's tingling G-spot as her bottom bites down on half the breadth of the cone.  He is stinging her clitoris with smooth flicks when she is stretched enough to be shuddering on its widest part.  He grinds at her sex's subject flesh when, at last, the plug plunges into her bottom and her anus clamps down around it to hug, total and possessive and thrilling, around its featureless, hot mass.<br/><br/>Under Fern, Miaren's bucking shivers the rack.  It amplifies her struggles' resonance with its snug resistance, holding her perfectly and feeding the toss of her tempestuous feelings back into her heaving flesh to echo deliciously.