Ashlynn trembled in Nyrielle's embrace, surrounded by vibrant green and midnight blue magical energy, every inch of her soft skin felt like it was being caressed by warm and cool breezes. It was as though she stood naked on the terrace even though she was still fully dressed.
"It's time to give your power shape," Nyrielle whispered, pulling Ashlynn's mind away from her pure physical awareness of their intermingling magical energies and bringing her back to the lesson.
"What do I do now," Ashlynn asked, her voice thick with desire as she struggled to regain her focus.
"Interlace your fingers in mine," Nyrielle said, spreading her hands wide over Ashlynn's body. "Draw all of that warmth into our hands," she said, bringing her fingers back together and trapping Ashlynn's delicate digits between her own.
