Emma smiled as Syrisa started suckling on her breasts. Her face was naturally flushed from all of the recent arousal and ecstasy drives...and now it stayed because of the sensations of having her sensitive nipples being sucked on in turn. The redhead was getting use to all of this...that was good. This could evolve into very fun pass time games that they could play. Certainly sounded appealing.<br/><br/>After the suckling mageling spoke, she just smiled and stroked her hair, allowing her to suckle on the breasts for a moment longer. It was almost funny seeing the once sophisticated and obnoxious mage's apprentice suddenly turn into a passionate and love starved woman. But, she was content with it...It was nice to feel loved after oh so long of being by herself. In a way, the little mageling changed her.<br/><br/>"Alright...I'll keep washing you...But you'll have to suckling on me like a baby looking for its mother's milk." She chuckled as that as she waited for Syrisa to let go of her. Then, she peeled the tired and limp woman off of her and gathered the soap bar. She put close by as she cupped some water and started to rub her hands all over Syrisa, gently fondling her while her main purpose was to wet her body so she could began applying the soap.<br/><br/>"You know...I never really asked...But what school of magic are you going in for? I hope you're not going in for any of the dark arts...Though a restoration mage would be quite an asset." She giggled as she kept applying the water to Syrisa's skin. There were all sorts of different schools for magic...that Emma couldn't name all of them. But she did knew some of the more well known ones. Such as destruction, restoration, the two dark arts, conjuration...but the rest was a mystery. Some people thought alchemy a type of magic, was even counted as a school...but it didn't require any kind of magic aptitude...just some intellect.<br/><br/>Once that was done, she took the bar of soap and dunked it into the water before taking it out and started to lightly apply it to the mageling's skin. It smelt like honeysuckle mixed with a hint of vanilla. She thought it would fit Syrisa's somewhat pleasant pale complexion.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>