Every touch, every caress the Emma gave the young mage had her twitching and whining. When suddenly the blonde simply stopped and crawled off of her with that devious grin on her face Syrisa tried valiantly to focus enough to stop the warrior just for a moment so she could regain her bearings. She blushed at the crude name-calling, feeling more ashamed that her body shivered in pleasure than by the word itself. She knew that Emma was telling the truth, that she would assert her dominance over Syrisa's small form over and over until the mage was begging just for it to keep going. The strong grip on her ankle when Emma pulled her leg upright had a strong, submissive tremor go up Syrisa's spine. She did not know what Emma was planning but she knew that she would not resist even if she could. It all just felt so good.<br/><br/>The trapped redhead's slender body blushed, the pale flesh from head to toe going from flawless white to pink as Emma's hungry stare settled between her legs and deepened further at her comments.<span style="color: indigo"> "please Emma, don't say such things."</span>Syrisa whined, her tone almost pitiful as sensations she had never felt welled up in her unprepared body. It only seemed to spur the stronger woman on to hear her beg and Syrisa squeaked as she felt the foreign sensation of their mounds sliding together.<span style="color: indigo">"Wh-what are you doing?!" </span>the redhead wailed nervously as the slightest movement made her body tense more and more.<br/><br/>Syrisa shook her head no, groaning at the feel of both of their mounds grinding together. Emma<b>had </b>to have experience with women, no one could be this skilled on their first try. And Emma was<i>very</i>skilled. The sounds of their "kiss" filled the room, only drowned out occasionally by the sounds of pleasure from either woman. Syrisa stared up at Emma, noticing that even through the pleasure she smirked down at the redhead pinned to the bed whereas Syrisa only had wide-eyed awe at Emma's sexual prowess. Syrisa was about to be shamed again with yet another orgasm and there was simply nothing she could do to stop it. She felt frightened but the submissive side of her was relishing in every cry or shudder that was ripped from her body.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>