Syrisa kept kicking, mewling pitifully as Emma did not let up. Even though she could feel her dainty feet simply slipping against the Amazon's sweat-damp skin and hitting her lean, muscled form with no real effect, she did not want Emma to think that she was just taking it passively. Regardless though she was taking it. Both of her tormented openings ached and burned with the feeling of Emma's fingers driving so forcefully inside. The worst of it though was that the pain receded just enough for the pleasure to begin to build and fight it though she did, the heat was growing, seeming fueled by the rough touch of the taller woman. She heard Emma egging her on, taunting her to keep up her struggles. Clearly they only served to arouse the warrior more. She bit her lip and did not know what to do. Struggling would only serve to arouse Emma but stopping would be her submitting to those savagely thrusting fingers. It seemed that no matter what Emma won.<br/><br/>Then her fingers simply stopped, lodged as deep as possible inside Syrisa's small, lithe form. She heard Emma admission, disbelieving the girl had no experience with how masterfully she had tormented the redhead's body. Syrisa's brain managed to put together the fact that maybe she herself was so easily manipulated was because of her own inexperience. Still she was suspicious of the woman's sudden turn to a softer side and kept a wary eye; an eye that widened and was accompanied by a shocked squeal as Emma eased her fingers from her stretched and throbbing bottom. She felt very shamed as she felt the little opening struggle to close. It was an odd, embarrassing and arousing sensation that only confused the little mage more. When Emma began to slowly rotate her hand and touching areas her dexterous fingers had not yet explored Syrisa could only yelp and whimper. She felt the pleasure surging, only seeming even better following the earlier brutality.<br/><br/>She only nodded; she would not try to provoke her protector... for now. She was still suspicious of Emma as the woman moved atop her, still teasing her nethers with a gentle precision that made it hard to breathe. The second admission of Emma's took her by surprise. She had in all her young life, never been told that. Her parents had always treated her as a pupil, a mind able and willing to absorb their knowledge and something to live up to their magical legacy. She did not think that they were capable of love. She opened her mouth to try to say something in the way of reciprocation, although she had no idea what it was that she could say. Thankfully, Emma rendered her inner turmoil moot by passionately kissing her. The warrior's tongue slid into her mouth and Syrisa suckled on it. She let her trembling legs spread wider apart. She wanted to show Emma that she was a loving and willing participant being that she had no words to adequately explain her feelings. Her arms wrapped around Emma's neck and held her in the kiss, loving every second of being in this woman's sweet embrace.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>