The words even surprised Merelyth. The headmistress  canted her head in an almost puzzled manner after they were spoke, her grey eyes still fixed intently on Rai's own beautiful jade green orbs. She stared intently into the verdant pools of emotion, calculating something that she was not even sure just what entirely it was. For a moment the magus wondered if perhaps she had taken the 'game' a step too far and was about to drive the maid away for good. In response to the resounding thought her eyes dipped lower, raking down along the other woman's soft, nubile form. They travel languidly down along the swells of her perky breasts and then follow the expanse of her lean torso before they come to rest between Rai's smooth thighs. They lingered there for a moment, observing the curvature of Rai's mound with all the reverence that a sculptor would admire another creator's work. Was that not really what Merelyth was anyways? The winds of magic were her chisel... just like the gods-- It did not stop her confusing appreciation for another woman's body. Eventually the cold orbs drift back up after a few long, silent moments of admiration. They freeze on the perky pebbles of Rai's hard nipples and the flush all but fixed on her 'captives' cheeks before she met her maid's eyes again.<br/><br/>There was a muted, breathy sigh as the blonde haired teacher shifted in her chair. She scooted to the left, cocking a hip at an odd angle and resting it against the arm rest. While it may have looked like the magus was simply adjusting herself to provide a little comfort, the pleasant friction the movements created sent a nearly visible shiver up her spine that Merelyth swore she could feel explode at the back of her skull when it ended. Her teeth clattered together as the pleasant tingling terminated and it took every ounce of willpower the bespectacled elf had to simply not let out a pleasant croon as she testingly moved her thighs together again. This time it was no shiver that assailed her but a electrifying jolt that started seemed to have the same intense heat of her aroused nethers. Slender digits clamped down on the edges of the desk as she fought to keep composure and keep her dominance in the precarious situation. There was a gentle clearing of the throat to follow, the blonde elf's delicate, finely angled jaw clenching tightly for a moment before she spoke-- perhaps Rai would simply take it as anger and not weakness? The woman could only hope so. “ You may go to your quarters.” The magi stopped for a moment, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips in an almost sly fashion before she spoke up once more. “ If I hear any stories of a nude maid running down the halls I'll be sure to take it out on you for embarrassing the academy so.”<br/><br/>After taking one last chance to poke at the half-breed's weak defenses again with her cheeky words the magus simply waved the girl away in dismissal. Once she was sure the maid was gone, her eyes fell to the pile of skirts and under-things in her office. It was a mess she would have to eventually clean, of course. The magi could not imagine quite how scandalous it would be if someone were to see such a display , especially as a married woman. The thought made her chance a laugh as her eyes fell on the maid's discarded panties. “Laying with a woman.. or wanting to. Perhaps my tastes mirror my husbands more than I'd have liked to ever admit.” With a groan the willowy woman rose to her feet and circled her desk once more. The digits of her left hand trail along the smooth wooden surface and eventually fall away from the piece of furniture as she worked her way slowly to the center of her office-study and bent down to fish the maid's undergarments off of the floor, away from the rest of the woman's clothes. With a slender, pale digit hooked through the waist strap of the plain linens she brought the garment to eye level and grinned wide as she studied it. They were plain and utilitarian in purpose, of course but to her they almost felt as if though they were a trophy in celebration of some moment.. With a delicate, almost fragile sigh the Magus  kicks off her heels and with a flick of her wrist towards her office door, locks it without even a touch.<br/><br/>The journey back to her chair felt as if though it took an eternity and her newly claimed 'trophy' felt as though it were a lead weight in her hand. She collapsed into the soft leathers seat of her chair with a groan, her thighs moving against one another once again in eager anticipation as she took the panties in both hands and studied them again. Her mind raced with limitless possibilities and eventually those possibilities turned lurid. She felt a call she so rarely felt well up within her, a burning needs that was mirrored by the warmth and wetness of her sex-- there was to be no denying herself today. With abandon the woman rolled up the hems of her robes with both hands. She brought the cloth to her thighs where it remained bunched, exposing her long and slender legs to none but herself before she looked down between them. Her own panties were lavish in comparison to Rai's own humble pair. They were made of a silky, amethyst colored fabric to match her own black and purple garments and just as the Magus had anticipated they were sodden with her own arousal. The wet undergarment clung to her mound, highlighting every contour of her mons and exaggerating the puffy, aroused folds of her heated sex. The maid's panties are forgotten quickly, set back down upon her desk so she could handle a much more important task-- taking care of her own dire need.<br/><br/>The mage's dexterous fingers quickly hook in the straps of her own undergarments and with a quick lift of her rump she slid the sodden underthings  downward along her thighs just low enough so that they bunched at her knees. Once that was taken care of the woman settled back into her chair, sinking back deeply into the comfortable 'prison' of padded leathers while she shifted her hips far forward until her petite rear was nearly hanging off the edge of her seat. It was then that she finally allowed herself another glance down between her legs. Her pale, smooth mound was plump in comparison to her slim form, an exaggerated feminine curve that was matched by the puffy outer lips of her sex. She was absolutely flush with arousal, the lips of her labia unfurled almost lewdly like some flower in bloom. And just like any flower in the morning they were wet with dew, dew that she quickly reached down between her legs to feel. There was no ceremony, no teasing as her hand snaked down between her thighs and she cupped her mound just like she had Railynn's own. This time however, there was no fear to commit wholly to the act. Pale, slender digits run downward along her outer lips, trembling with both excitement and need as they explore the heated, swollen flesh. Her hips push forward needily as they dip lower and begin to cover her slit. Teeth sank into the soft, tacky flesh of her own lower lip as she explored herself, letting her fingers languidly trace upward along her folds. The agile digits dance around her swollen button, rolling in slow circles around the aching bead of her clit while thoughts of none other than the terrified, beautiful maid dance before her eyes.<br/><br/>The lewd visions in her mind's eye act as a guide as she continued in her debauched act of self gratification. Her fingers begin to move faster, up and down, teasing at the sumptuous and wet flesh while her eyes closed. Soft, heated coos of pleasure soon fill the air as her digits continued in their sensual dance of carnal delight. Better than her husband's touch could ever be, they seek out the sensitive bundle of nerves that ached for attention once more and quickly gave it over to the engorged button. Quickly the rolled in circles again and as her thighs began to shake and her toes curl against the carpeted floorboards of her office their touch changed. Slow, rolling circles gave way to insistent  back-and forth while her free hand clutched for dear life at the armrest of her chair. In minutes her office was perfumed heavily with her own arousal and rang quietly with the cry of her own intense release. After the act was completed the woman simply sat there in stunned silence and when the fuzzy comfort of orgasm finally left her mind, she was left to ponder her next move........<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>