One of Syrisa's small, trembling hands left the shelf she had a death grip on and covered her mouth again. This time the overwhelmed redhead actually had to bite down on her hand to stifle the sound threatening to escape. She blushed in humiliation as she writhed against Emma. The tall blond shamelessly squeezed and fondled the firm flesh of both her lush backside and modest breast. Syrisa hung her head still biting onto her hand to stay silent and to give herself something to focus on as she felt her nipple harden to a throbbing point under Emma's surprisingly talented touch. The mage was taking panicked breaths through clenched teeth, trying to focus long enough to cast a spell. It was a simple spell but it was designed to give mage's a magical layer of protection that would surely fend off Emma's very effective advances.<br/><br/>She would have gotten the spell off too, even with the dominant purring voice taunting her if the warrior had not picked that moment to run her tongue over her extremely sensitive ear. The spell faltered and ass before the backlash left her shaking and her skin tingling and painfully sensitive. Her hips bucked and her back arched, thrusting her pert breast into the warrior's gauntleted hand. Syrisa sobbed softly as the sensation doubled and she sagged into Emma's grip. She had not the focus to resist, all of her focus was on trying to keep from screaming in ecstasy. When the hand slid from her bottom around to her mound, both women were probably equally surprised at the wetness that had soaked clean through the robe, leaving a small dark patch. The cold hard gauntlet on her most tender area had her thrashing, held upright only by Emma's strong arms basically hugging her from behind.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Please Emma, I-I need..."</span>She trailed off, not sure how to even ask for what she wanted, not even sure what it was that she did want and definitely sure that she would faint soon under the continued assault.<i>How did Emma know so well how to keep her reeling, how could she keep this up without a moment's pause </i>she wondered helplessly as she writhed and trembled on the brink of something so intense that it terrified her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>