Syrisa clenched her eyes shut, focusing only on the sensations she felt. Her breath hissed out of her as emma gently eased three fingers into her tight little tunnel, siggling them around and finding the spots that left the mageling breathless. She bit her lip hard as she felt the slender finger slip into her. She was almost disappointed but she appreciated that her lover was trying to ease her in rather more gently than last time. every time the warrior's fingers would touch a particularly tender spot Syrisa would clench and moan in pleasure and Emma would make a soft, pleased noise.<br/><br/>Syrisa blushed. It was still a new sensation for her to not be in rigid control. She had been raised that to give up control was weak and that to master magic one needed to be firmly in control. How she felt wight now with Emma and all the pleasure they were sharing, it was at least on par with learning to channel her frist spell. At this moment she did not care about mastering magic, she was more concerned with mastering ways to make Emma scream her name in the throes of ecstacy. One thing was right though, distracted by the sensations as she was she could not cast the most simple of spells. Maybe that was something she would have to work on. Such thoughts did not stick in her head long as Emma noticed her attention wander and the sudden burst of sensation shook the young mage's body, leaving her breathless and shaking.<span style="color: indigo">"Please Emma, more, I will do whatever you want I promise."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>