FSE

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“Silvie, Silvie, Silvie," comes the honeyed words ofRa'lys. “You've quite the magnificent construction here. Your… Sky Garage, you call it? It could be quite useful for my plans."

“Plans, schmans," the mechanic says, sitting on the bed bolted to one of the many flying platforms of the garage.. “We gettin' down to this sexfight, or are ya just going to admire the scenery?"

Ra'lys flutters her eyes, placing a hand upon her collar. “Oh, I am admiring, but it is more than just the scenery. You are so brimming with energy, Silvie. Your love of sex is quite evident."

Silvie shrugs. “Shucks, what can I say? It's who I am, and I go with it!"

“Would you say," Ra'lys begins, plopping onto the bed, laying upon it, kicking her feet up, “that'd you'd do anything to chase the thrills that you get through sex and through racing?"

“Let's stop talkin' and find out!" Silvie says, laying on her stomach as well, face-to-face with Ra'lys.

“Oh, don't you like a little banter?" Ra'lys says, letting a finger stroke up along Silvie's cheek, the other hand serving as a rest for her own.

Silvie snickers. “Flattery will get you everywhere, but we'd better get down to the action."

“Very well," Ra'lys says, letting her tongue slide out and slither over Silvie's jawline. The mechanic opens her mouth, and Ra'lys enters into it, bringing lips to lips, holding onto a kiss with her as her hand moves through Silvie's hair. The two lay there in quiet kissing for a bit, enjoying the tastes of each other's mouths and the dance they provide for one another. Soon, the serpent pulls away, leaving the human to let out a little moan as she licks the air in need of more of that connection.

“Something the matter?" Ra'lys says, sitting up against the headboard of the bed. The wind whips around them, but the mattress and the station remain stable. Ra'lys spreads her legs, curling a finger towards Silvie. “Don't you want a taste of something else? Come on, you're in the driver's seat here. Think you could lap me?"

Silvie smirks and crawls up, holding onto the sorceress's thighs. She presses her face up against Ra'lys's sex, and Ra'lys leans back against the board, closing her eyes, letting out sighs of delight. “Oh, yes… such drive… such passion… you're much more deserving of a place in this tournament than the others I've defeated!"

“I… I do…?" Silvie asks, pulling herself free to speak.

“Oh yes…" Ra'lys says, stroking Silvie's head.

Silvie dives back in with no more prompting, sighing and slurping up the serpentine sex.

“Ah, yes, it's good to be in charge. To shift your gears in such a way that you are in your own lane, not a track that someone has devised for you… or… is it better to follow a well-planned course and enjoy meticulously crafted turns and jumps, like this course here on your garage? It's been plotted and planned for maximum test in skill and enjoyment. It isn't some free-form off-roading nightmare. No, there is order even in something as chaotic as the skies."

Silvie pulls herself free, saliva and sex dribbling from her tongue. “I, uh… never thought of it that way, before."

“Of course not… those who enjoy life tend not to overthink it. They just put the pedal to the metal and drive, don't they?"

Silvie blinks and pushes herself up. “Hey, wait just a minute here; you're trying to trick me!"

Ra'lys leans in, face right up in front of Silvie's face. “Trick you? I'm merely speaking the truth, aren't I? You enjoy having sex, and you enjoy being told where to go in a race. To let go and have a path set out before you—to ride that path however you choose, but to have it predestined nonetheless."

“Yes, I mean,, no, I mean, you can't tell me what to do!"

“Oh, but can't I? Is not your destiny controlled by others whenever you think you're in the driver's seat? That you become secondary as you let someone else take the wheel. Some faceless player behind a screen? Oh, I think I've figured out exactly what you are, Silvie. You just haven't fully realized it yet. You're totally controlled by a program, one that seeks to give you a happy, enjoyable experience. What is one program over another, then? Wouldn't you rather be close and personal to the one calling the shots?"

She strokes Silvie's cheek and then grasps the back of her head, shoving her down into her crotch. “Now, Silvie, go ahead! Eat me out and feel the thrill of being dominated by your superior!"

Silvie squeezes her eyes shut, but she doesn't stop lashing at Ra'lys's snatch. The Snake crosses one leg over the other, locking Silvie into place. “Eat me out, and once we're done with this match, you'll lead me to the other participants of your little game so that I may add them to my collection!"

“Now, wait just a minute, here!" flies in Detour on her cloud. The racing mascot hops off of it and onto the platform next to them. “You can't just do that!"

“Oh, and why not? If she loses, then she'll be in for a greater adventure, greater thrills than this tournament or her little Grand Prix could ever give her. Do you want to deny her that?"

“You're… you're a villain," Detour says. “Pure and simple!"

“Nothing is that simple, dear," Ra'lys says, fluttering her eyes. “In this world, most people are sheep seeking a shepherd… to bring them into their pen so they may be happy, instead of worried about life." She sighs, fluttering her eyes and then uncrossing her legs. She commands Silvie to sit up with a motion, and the girl does so, her eyes swirling with the purple sign of Ra'lys's control. “See? She doesn't seem to mind, do you, Silvie."

“No… I don't… Mistress…"