The sounds of Emma's moan of pleasure were enough to make Syrisa shiver. She liked pleasing her lover and the slight domination of the physically superior woman added a thrill as well. Her hands and their ghostly counterparts both grew slightly bolder. Still under the pretext of washing, Syrisa's hands began to gently stroke and grope the warrior's perfect breasts. A cute little pout creased the redhead's lips. She was a little jealous of Emma's endowment compared to her own modest chest but it did not get her down for long. After all, they were hers to play with and she took the opportunity to do just that, teasing and lightly twisting Emma's rigid nipples. All the while the ghostly hands continued to rub, more insistent now.<br/><br/>Syrisa let out a melodic giggle at Emma's accusation.<span style="color: indigo">"Not at all Love, I'm just using my skills to make you enjoy yourself. You are enjoying right?"</span>With that two fingers from each ghostly hand slid rather roughly into each of her tormented holes. Syrisa knew she was pushing her luck but she was finally getting to experience being the one in charge and it was going to her head. The two ghostly hands pumped in and out in a steady rhythm to stoke the fire of Emma's pleasure but not let her feel enough to push her over the head. One of her actual hands slipped down to lightly tweak the little nub at the apex of Emma's slit while the other hand kept fondling those firm breasts.<span style="color: indigo">"If you want me to stop, you simply have to ask. Just say<i> 'pretty please Syrisa, I cannot stand it and I need you to stop' </i>and I will grant your wish."</span>Her breath was hot in Emma's ear before the mage's mouth moved to let her teeth gently nibble along the warrior's neck. All the while the ghostly hands kept up their steady pace, never varying and never giving Emma what she craved.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>