Syrisa had started to undulate against Emma, grinding against her touch and bringing them both more pleasure. It felt amazing and both women were making quite a lot of noise as the pleasure had both trembling and squirming. the mage squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out everything and just focus on the wet heat and delicious friction between her legs.  She felt Emma tensing, her grip on Syrisa's ankle tightening enough to be painful. Her eyes opened again and she moved faster, knowing from her own recent experience what that tension meant.<br/><br/>When Emma started to grind her hips faster, moaning more urgently Syrisa just moved faster, wanting desperately to reciprocate some of the pleasure that she had been given. Then Emma just started to squirm and she smiled as she heard the Amazon's cry of pleasure before she felt the sudden, explosive release splash against her nethers and lower abdomen. It was an amazing sight and the feel of it make the redhead moan in pleasure of her own.  Emma let her leg drop and the joint creaked from moving after being held in one position for so long. Syrisa was glad for her natural flexibility and again she moaned as Emma laid on top of her, both women dripping sweat now.<br/><br/>Syrisa, kissed back just as forcefully when their lips met. She let her arms go around the woman above her, enjoying the moment of peace. When Emma pulled away, Syrisa pouted slightly. The pout deepened at what Emma said, again called her a whore. Still, she nodded.<span style="color: indigo"> "Yes, Miss Emma, I really liked it. It felt odd, but really good." </span>She admitted. She reasoned that there was no point in lying, it had been fairly obvious.<br/><br/>She pouted again, staring up at the warrior with those mesmerizing blue eyes, as Emma told her to beg. She opened her mouth to protest, but thought better of it. She was getting tired from the constant physical exertion and knew that Emma's endurance far outstripped her own. So she did as she was told, again.<span style="color: indigo"> "Please Miss Emma please let ...your whore rest. She has been very good for you today, has she not? She did not make any noises loud enough to be heard at the alchemy shop." </span>She blushed deeply at the remembrance of that.<span style="color: indigo"> "She came back here and let you do what you wanted without complaint. She made you feel good, did she not? Please Miss Emma, please let her just have a brief rest. She promises that her.."</span>She tried to remember the lewd word Emma had used.<span style="color: indigo"> "her pussy will be ready for you again soon." </span>Syrisa had taken to referring to herself in the third person as a way to distance herself from the degrading act of begging. She almost convinced herself that she was speaking on someone else's behalf.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>