[A soft laugh falls from his lips at her reaction -- honest, and interesting.]

You mean it feels good, right? Then I'll keep going.

[He pushes his fingers in deeper, the four of them curling as he rubs them inside her. It feels so soft, and despite the chill, he can feel his pants grow tighter as her imagines how it would feel to thrust inside her.]

[But her growing just a bit warmer is a good sign to keep it up, another wave of that spell flowing into her. With his other hand, he reaches up to brush his palm along the length of a section of "hair".]

So, how many of these can you make? It looks like you can control them pretty well.