Swallowing convulsively, her throat muscles run in rippled waves down her neck.  Coughing lightly as his flesh finally withdraws, leaving lips swollen, glistening.  She licks them hurriedly, as her gaze is drawn, pulled from her to his as he bring his hands to shelter her face, drawing her look to his.  Eyes wide in confused and muddled apprehension find his, unblinking as she nods with his commands.<br/><br/>"You need less training, and so you will be her tender.  Control her.  And do not allow your sex to be penetrated, or I will be most displeased with you."<br/><br/>Trying to remember how to breath, her body shudders a little as she gives a small shake of her head with Adamion's admonition.  No matter, she has no intention of earning his ire, of finding out what his 'displeasure' might entail.  She had no intention of it either way.