Syrisa was squirming even as Emma did the same. The feel of her lover writhing against her was arousing the mage to no end. She could feel Emma's gorgeous body tensing and she knew that her lover was going to have another shuddering orgasm. It excited her, seeing Emma like this and the ghostly hands sped up, seeking to push her over the edge. Then, in a display of willpower that Syrisa did not know Emma had, the lean warrior turned to face her. The redhead only had enough time to let out a nervous squeak before Emma was on her.<br/><br/>Syrisa's concentration was broken and the spell faded away. The look on her pretty face was a mix of lust and fear at the sight of Emma's grin. She knew that she was certainly going to be in trouble. The feeling of Emma's strong hands firmly kneading her breasts was pleasure that bordered on pain. Emma knew what she was doing; knew what deep down Syrisa wanted. The mage arched and thrust her chest out, immediately giving in to Emma's touch. When Emma started to grind against her thigh, Syrisa blushed. Emma was certainly reasserting herself, simply using the mage for her pleasure.<br/><br/>The mage's eyes widened at the firm slaps to her breasts. Her nipples throbbed painfully and her pale breasts bore the reddened handprint. To Syrisa it seemed like a mark of ownership and the thought made her blush more. Then Emma was drying off. Once Syrisa regained her composure she took a moment to watch the warrior. It would be so easy to use her magic to twist the situation back in her favour but she truly liked being on the receiving end and she had a feeling Emma was still going to pay her back for this stunt so for now she did simply rise from the bath and start to dry her own body. She did always keep an eye on the warrior though, just in case she tried something.<span style="color: indigo">"What do we have to do today Emma?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>