When Emma's devilish tongue left Syrisa's soaked nethers, the little mage could not stop her body's quivering. Her hips lifted, trying to keep contact with that tormenting tongue and failing. Little whimpers filled the quiet room as the warrior's strong digit toyed with the redhead's thinly covered mound. the little body Emma was so easily dominating thrashed under the forceful stroke of just that one finger and her head shook back and forth as if trying to deny that she was already quickly approaching her limit. Syrisa's face burned crimson as the blonde peeled the shamefully drenched undergarment away from her. Emma's purred comments only served to deepen the blush, the shame.<br/><br/>The redhead looked away, feeling so embarrassed that another person was see such an intimate part of her so close. The skin here was just as pale as the rest of her and her nether lips, usually the same pale pink at her nipples, was flushed a deeper, more vibrant color by her arousal. A narrow strip of short scarlet hairs sat just above that tight wet opening, just enough to confirm that the beautiful color of her hair was natural. Perhaps the thing that embarrassed Syrisa the most was that her nether region was completely drench in fragrant wetness. She could not help it. She had been gifted the first release of her life that was not of her own doing her body was clearly craving more. The little pleasure button stood out proudly and even the heat and moisture from Emma's breath washing over it made Syrisa whine and squirm.<br/><br/>Syrisa's hips undulated wildly when her bodyguard's head dipped and she felt the blonde's remarkably skilled lips and tongue assault her again. The little purrs sent shivering jolts of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain through her body. When Syrisa felt that long, wet tongue slither into her she squealed as her young, inexperienced body met its limit. She wailed loud enough to shake the windows as Emma forced a second, even more intense release from the mewling mage. Syrisa's small hands gripped tightly to the blanket and her hips bucked wildly. Wetness splashed across Emma's tongue, lips and cheeks as her slave screamed out in pleasure over and over. It was many long minutes before the convulsions subsided and the mage collapsed back, panting harshly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>