Syrisa's hips bucked wildly as Emma's metal covered fingers strummed her little pleasure bud. Her mind felt dulled by the pleasure that coursed through her twitching body. The blonde's body pressed against her and the feel of the cold breastplate could be felt even through her robes. The softly panting redhead shivered when Emma said she knew what she needed. She was so glad that she did not have to beg. She had expected to be made to.<span style="color: indigo"> "Wait, what..." </span>She said, her voice high and squeaky not the usual melodic tone it carried as Emma slipped her hand under the robe. The fabric bunched around the mageling's waist and Syrisa could only blush. Were anyone to come back here there would be no denying the truth of what their eyes saw. Then two cool metal-clad fingers dipped into her. Syrisa let out an barely audible squeak and her teeth relinquished their hold on her hand so it and the other could once again clamp over her mouth.<br/><br/>The sensation of those smooth cool digits pushing deeper was maddening. It was so good, yet she felt so ashamed. The soft wet sounds coming from between her wildly shaking thighs as those slender fingers moved softly in and out surely were not helping. Never had she felt such pleasure. Emma knew just what she liked, more than Syrisa herself it would seem as every touch made her jerk and twitch. Her blush deepened as Emma's words slithered in to her ear.<i> By all the gods, I like this too. I like being subjected to this treatment. I like being the victim of Emma's lust</i>Syrisa realized, although that was not really in question anymore once she realized that she was pushing her hips forward to sink herself further onto Emma's fingers. Still she managed to muffle all of her moans of pleasure. She wondered in a second of lucidity if Emma was disappointed that she was not able to hear the newly submissive redhead's sounds of pleasure.<br/><br/>There was just too many sources of pleasure for the petite young woman to handle and when Emma's hand snaked into the neckline of her robe to close a gauntleted hand over her firm breast while her teeth nipped her sensitive earlobe the little mageling knew that this was signalling her impending defeat. A heavy, hot feeling coiled in her tensed, flat stomach and Emma's fingers spreading her nethers sped up, sensing the end was near. Syrisa's head lolled back, unable to support itself anymore but if anything her hands clamped more tightly. She stared up with bleary eyes at the blonde warrior towering over her. She saw that Emma was clearly pleased at having sundered the mage's will and turned her into a helpless slave to her desires. Truth be told, Syrisa was quite pleased herself.<br/><br/>Then Emma's head bent and the mageling shook even harder. The contrast between those soft lips sweetly kissing and the hard metal digits pushing even more insistently and roughly into her sealed her fate. With a cry hands could not completely stifle the mage's body went rigid for a few long seconds before it begin to shake uncontrollably. What started out as a small tremor became full body spasms as pleasure like the scarlet-haired mage had never known ripped through her body. Her face was flushed almost darker then her hair but not from shame. Her mind was not capable of that any longer Her skin was flushed because she was so lost in the sensations that she was having a tough time remembering how to breathe. He legs buckled and the only thing holding her now was the easy strength of her companions arms. Syrisa's eyes squeezed shut as she mentally fought the euphoria sweeping through her. Not to deaden the pleasure, just enough to keep her from fainting as she thrashed in Emma's strong grip.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>