By now, Syrisa was unable to stop her body's reaction. She moaned and whined softly as her hips lifted to meet each thrust into her. She knew that Emma was taking this slowly, still being her usual passionate self by not as forceful. She loved it but it was a terrible tease. The slower thrusting was driving her mad. Emma was holding her at the edge again and it seemed too unfair that Emma could do that to her with such apparent ease. All the young, powerful mage could do was cling to her lover and beg for more. She immediately knew what was happening when Emma thrust in and stayed fully buried into her core. Then the hot wet feeling blossomed in her again. She cried out as the feeling of Emma filling her sent her over the edge.<br/><br/>As Syrisa writhed in pleasure she could feel herself being filled, stretching in vain to accommodate the vast volume of magical seed. Her eyes squeezed shut and she moaned breathlessly at the feeling of the access leaking out around Emma's slowly diminishing cock. As the redhead came down from the heights of her orgasm her arms and legs fell limp to the bed and she felt Emma move beside her. Syrisa was breathlessly panting but managed to snuggle up tight to the stronger woman. She just wanted to feel Emma against her. She smiled when Emma caressed her cheek and managed to mumble a very tired sounding.<span style="color: indigo"> "Thank you Miss Emma." </span>It had been incredible to be able to do this with Emma and the smile would not leave Syrisa's lips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>