Shallow breaths pump air quickly through the top of her lungs, refusing to dive deeper into the full recesses of her lungs as Adamion's ferrous touch caresses slowly, deliberately.  Each pass across the overly sensitized lips of her sex drawing a jerk, a shudder, though each pass brings with it a lessening of intensity, almost as if she is becoming inured, settled to his touch.<br/><br/>As his hands bring heat so to do  his words.  The skin of her cheeks darken in the soft magenta of crushed roses as her fingers slowly seek to do his bidding.<br/><br/>"You're being good.  You did, really well..  taking so much.  Oh gods..  "A soft gasp of breath punctuating each pronouncent.  "You can move, if you want."  She swallows hard at the sudden catch in her throat driven up from the caress of her clit.<br/><br/>Slipping two fingers now through the hot, drenched folds she slips them..slowly in replication of his fingers to her, in.. then out..  then in.. then out.  Each completed pattern bringing with it the required mantra.  "You're being so good, you're being so good."<br/><br/>Moistened fingers slide precariously over and into Miaren's swollen lips rubbing her clit as heat slowly builds between her own thighs.  Her body responding as women's bodies have always responded to the invasive touch.  Her most intimate flesh quivers minutely as her litany continues.<br/><br/>"You're doing good,  you're doing so good."