As Rai jerked up onto the tips of her toes ( no matter how involuntarily), Merelyth found herself smirking at the subtle connotation the reaction was heavy with. Her lips curled and curled until her visage more resembled  a shark's toothy 'smile' than any sort of humane expression as she sat with her delicate, but forceful hand cupped between her captive's legs. She could feel the heat of the woman's delicates against her palm, thrumming with the beat of an excited and nervous heart that so mimicked the coursing beat of her own. Without a word she cupped the woman's sex more insistently, her lithe fingers working their way below the other woman's cupped mound down to the sensitive stretch of flesh between the young maid's nethers and her rear entrance. They trace lazily up and down along the stretch of smooth and sensitive flesh before she pulled away with a condescending 'clucking of her tongue. A glance is given to her pale digits, her cool grey eyes lighting up the moment she spots the faint glistening of Rai's feminine dew on them.Testing the consitency of the fluid she  squeezes the tips of her fingers together, watching them slide back and forth against one another with ease before she reached out and with the same abandon as before, wiped the trail of sticky nectar  on the other woman's stomach.<br/><br/>Afterward a brief moment of silence hung in the air as the magic and lust drunk mage collected herself and brushed busily at the front of her stifling robes, tugging at them in a very irritated manner. At length, she finally spoke again. “Well, at least it seems like you'll be nice and warm for the walk to your quarters.” Her pearly whites flashed at her witty quip and the blonde haired woman even chanced a laugh at her own humor. Still, despite her attempt to brush the tension she felt away with laugther it was clear that the elegant headmistress was just as bothered as the poor maid held in her proverbial clutches. This was still confusing to her beyond any measure she was used to and the heat burning between her own legs did very little to help. In frustration her teeth tugged at her lower lip, gnawing and teasing at the pink, rubbery flesh before she  waved a hand dismissively and wandered back to the chair tucked comfortably behind the massive oak desk she called her own.<br/><br/>Using the cover the oaken facade provided the woman crossed her legs over one another and before she had even truly settled her thighs began to absently rub against one another. She sought that pleasant friction with an hunger that almost scared the married woman but in the heat of the moment there was no denying the siren call of her new personal maid's voluptuous form. “ Yes. You'll look just fine in your apron and knee-socks, I think.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>