Syrisa let out a soft whimper as Emma arm blocked her desperate retreat. The tone of Emma's words made the mage turn and stare up at her friend in fear and disbelief. This was revenge for all the teasing that she had given. A soft whine rattled in her throat when the tall blonde turned her back toward the door and pushed her towrd the door. With wach step, Emma could fele the young redhead shiver, the light caress of the soft fabric clearly having an immediate affect. Feeling the strong hand on the small of her back only added to the sensation. Emma's strength was oddly appealing and Syrisa sniffled as she was once again easily handled by her bodyguard.<br/><br/>Emma lightly cupped the perfect curve of Syrisa's bottom and gave it a little pat just as they left the inn. The first sound that the mageling made as she greeted the sunlight of the morning was a shocked yelp, loud enough that a few people looked up. No one seemed to be sure that it was her but all the same she was blushing deeply. The next second she was backpeddling, pressing herself against the smooth armor Emma wore as she desperately tried to escape the cool breeze that tickled her so intimately as it blew under her robe. Those blue eyes looked even more beautiful as they shone up at Emma with the first hints of need.<span style="color: indigo">"P-please Emma, mercy." </span>She whimpered, afraid of how quickly she had been aroused to this state by the sensual teasing. Her voice sounded even sweeter than usual as she softly begged the taller girl for mercy that she had never shown when the roles had been reversed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>