Again, there is a subtle wrinkling of Miaren's nose.<em>Pretend - pretend it's something else.  Anything else.  Hopefully it'll be over soon.</em><br/><br/>She dips down below Fern, and starts licking at the heavy sack between Adamion's legs.  The taste is similar, but not exactly the same - muskier, more earthy.  She tries to think of something else - something to fool herself away from the idea of what she is really licking.<br/><br/>She fails.  There is nothing that she would normally lay her tongue on with that shape, not with the thick bar so close at hand.