It took every bit of strength in Merelyh's lithe frame to fight the shakes that assailed her. Her wiry muscles twitched with nervous energy and a keen eye could just barely spot her own composure beginning to snap as the tips of her fingers began to quake. The smell of magic was intoxicating to her, and the control this  young woman was allowing her to have only served to push her further and further over the edge. The headmistress was intensely aware of everything in that tense moment of silence that followed the girl giving her name and begging for mercy. From the way her meek voice strained, to the beads of sweat forming upon her pale brow. Merelyth could see it all, and what more, her entire body felt like it was on fire. Every movement was almost like torture to her. The caress of her soft, almost velvety robe brought the same intensity as a lover's touch and every shift of her arms as she readjusted them across her chest made her far too aware of the fabric of her lacy brassiere catching on her rapidly swelling and stiffening nipples. This girl did something for her... was she always attracted to females? Was it even attraction-- it had to simply be the power. She told herself this multiple times as she looked over the girl, silent and stern.<br/><br/>It was only when the silence became too much – even to her own ears-- that she  dropped her arms back down to her sides. Tightly she clenched her fists together, her knuckles turning white as she fought the excitement her entire body yearned to tremble wit. When was the last time a night with her husband had made her feel like this? This was how it felt, yes? The thoughts echoed in her head as she calmly circled about the kneeling half-elf and fought to have control over herself once again. By the time she'd come full circle her excited nerves had calmed ( if only) slightly but an obvious flush was rising upward along her neck from her collar and her eyes burned with a similar but altogether different intensity. One hand perches upon her own chin while the other's wrist goes limp as she points down at her 'prey'.<br/><br/>“ I do not think you understand the gravity of it all, short-ear.” Her cadence was still calm and focused but beneath it was an obvious energy that wasn't quite there before. “ I could ruin you with a whisper.” She grinned, brows raising ever so slightly. “Oh how one phrase from me could have you living like the rest of your kin down at the wharfs.” A laugh followed the statement this time as she circled back around behind her massive wooden desk and plopped down silently in the plush chair that was pulled out behind it. Mercifully, it sat elevated upon a small raised platform and she was still in view of the suffering maid. “Is that how you want to live? Is that why you've thrown the opportunity you were given back in my face? Or does the thought of  earning a few silver from laying on your back and staring at the ceiling really excite you? How long do you think it'd be until you were found pregnant with a bastard or died  of some disease?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>