Engage Tucker in a MAGIC DUEL despite your attraction (roll +CUNNING)

⚂⚅ 6, 3 + 2 = 11. Success; victory. +1 XP. However, because removing a consequence was not chosen, Tucker still has a chance to get what he was really after.

You lick your lips and take a half-step closer to the other student. He's almost two years younger than you but already very well-developed. In a way, he reminds you of a younger version of a certain groundskeeper at your old academy who delighted in doing his work outside the classroom windows with his shirt off. All the female (and some of the male) students tried to get his attention but none succeeded so far as you know. But at the same time, you're smart enough to know that he isn't the guileless, horny roughneck he appears to be. Yes; you can allow yourself a... calculated sacrifice of your dignity on account of it having been so long since you've gotten laid. But that doesn't mean you have to let him think he's gotten anything up on you, oh no. A real warrior-witch can maintain her pride and superiority even in scandalous and sexual circumstances!

With an artful flick of your wrist, you draw your wand - a straight, pointed, almost dagger-like length of yew with a magical core of unicorn hair, and slip into a practiced sideways stance. Tucker raises his eyebrows and jerkily moves his hand down to his side. Eyeing you curiously, he then calms down and smirks again, taking off his robe and draping it on a nearby table. He retrieves his heavy, blunt wand of red oak, but leaves it slack at his side. "Ahh - got your mind set on it, do you? Sure I can't convince you to defend your house's honor with a nice chess game out in the gardens?" He asks. Looking you up and down again, he chuckles. "Perhaps it's for the best, mhm, yes. Publicly the houses strongly discourage dueling, especially among new students, but privately expect it."

"But of course," you say with a nod of pride. You didn't actually know that but you're pleased to hear it. "Self-defense classes can only take you so far. Without real experience, gentle sparring is useless, and there is an entire menagerie of monsters in the nearby woods, are there not? Besides - it shows which houses have the students with real strength of will on their side."

"But," he says, "Can't be a duel unless both parties accept - and though I did lead y' here to this nice private corner a' the school, I haven't formally accepted. Surely there ought to be something on the line? Loser write's the winner's next history essay, perhaps? Does the winner's wash? Or... perhaps something a titch more short term, ah?" He takes a deep sniff again and leans forward, eyeing you aggressively.

You were ready for that. "Well - I would offer you my panties as a trophy, but I didn't have time to slip them on." you say nonchalantly, enjoying the sudden twinkle in his eye that produces. "So... perhaps a bit of this, instead?" You raise your wand to your mouth and teasingly lick along the end of the length, keeping your eyes on him. Tucker tenses up and takes a deep breath. "Oh - ohh yes, honey!" He bows forward with a come-hither look.

"BEGIN!" You shout in a sudden shrill voice that takes him off guard, barely giving a quick jerk of your head as a bow. You reach into a pocket on your vest and pull out a tiny curved dagger the size of a letter opener, wrapped in wax paper. Tucker starts to cast a spell but stops, looking at the object in confusion, before trying to disarm you of it. "Expelliarm-" he begins, but you conjure a shining barrier with your own wand. "PROTEGO!" you bellow. He stops in mid-casting, barely stopping from disarming himself with a reflected incantation.

You've seized the initiative now. "ENGORGIGLADIO!" you shout in a shrill, nasal voice, taking on a fierce, toothy grin of your own. Paper sheath ripping, the tiny letter opener grows to a full-sized steel sabre, which you take by the grip in your left hand. That causes Tucker to sputter and his eyes to widen. "WH- Fff- Bloody hell, woman! Put that thing down! What're you thinkin, there's nothing physical in a wizard's duel!"

"Ahem," You sneer at him with a glint in your eye. "Direct physical contact is the rule. I see your inexperience has left you open." You release your grip on the sword's handle and make a forceful thrust with your wand. "MOBILIGLADIO!" The strong young man's usually deep, smooth voice goes up two octaves and he gives a downright girlish shriek of fright, staggering backwards against the wall. The saber launches itself forward and comes right up to his face, propelled by telekinetic ****, point hovering less than a foot away from his throat. His voice cracks dryly, but to his credit, he doesn't collapse into a sobbing heap like some of those that you've hit with this combination (which admittedly bends the rules of dueling - but no worse than many other tactics you've seen in your time).

"EXPELLIGLADIO!!" he shrieks, making a powerful wave with his wand-hand and sending the blade flying off to the side, shattering a couple of glass flasks on a table with a crash. As he's casting, focusing on the immediate threat, you are already releasing your concentration on the spell and focusing on your final move. It's been a long time since you've had this kind of excitement, and you notice that the heat between your legs has grown and been joined with an embarrassing sensation of dripping moisture.

"Mobilio... FLIPENDO!" You shout triumphantly as you bring a wooden chair up levitating into the air, and launch it at him with a powerful push. Backed up against the wall like he is, he has barely any room to dodge; he ducks and it crashes into the wall behind him, breaking a leg off, and leaving him prostrate on the floor.

Striding over with a prideful giggle, you give a casual flick of your wand: with his eyes closed, he can't hope to counter anything you try. "Expelliarmus~" you say, casting a weak spell and gingerly knocking his wand a few feet away. When Tucker looks up, wide-eyed, he sees the needle-like point of your wand aimed right at his face, your other hand resting on your hip.

"F-fuck!" he mutters breathlessly. "Little rough there, weren't you, Fran? I thought we were just having a bit of fun, not trying to kill eachother! God's honest truth, woman, I was just going to rip your clothes off!"

"Ohhhhhh." You coo mockingly, reaching down and running your hand through his hair like you're humoring a child. "Poor little boy. Did you get some bruises? They're just the price of a good lesson, you know." He narrows his eyes slightly in response to that, and you can see him thinking intently on your choice of words. You see anger and inflamed lust mingled in his eyes.

"Well," you say with a pleased sigh, "Needless to say you will take the blame for the damages and pay for their replacements. AND you will take care of my next writing assignment, as you said." You can see his jaw clench in indignation and impotent fury, but he doesn't dare move a muscle with your wand pointed right at his nose. With the sharp tip it has, you wouldn't even need a spell to give him a painful poke.

You feel sweat beading on your forehead, and though the fight is over, your heart is still racing. You have a sudden desire to indulge your power however you can... and after all, it is only fair for an honorable duelist to give a vanquished opponent an opportunity for a rematch, or to salvage their honor. You... you think you'll let him feel like he won something too.

With surprising speed, you unbutton your skirt and let it drop down around your knees, stepping out of it casually. His eyes suddenly drop from your wand and lock themselves in an unblinking stare at your smooth, hairless slit. "Well? Come on - if you are going to be a dog, be a good and honorable dog and lick me. Lick until I say you can stop." You bite your lip, your cheeks hot pink with anticipation, and you give a flutter of your eyelashes to urge him on. "So far I don't think you are much of a man, but perhaps you can change my mind."

Tucker suddenly felt his breath catch in his chest as the psycho Leontes girl dropped her skirt and revealed that she hadn't been teasing about having nothing on down there. He felt tension as his erect manhood strained against the crotch of his trousers - he'd thought that he smelled this little tramp's arousal but now there was no doubt. He'd thought he was about to be left humiliated and blue-balled but all of a sudden, it was looking like blondie's violent tendencies were just a kind of foreplay for her. 'Go figure', he thought to himself, suddenly tickled with pride again. He was better than he'd thought; he'd gotten this bird so wet she was begging for it without even realizing. But then, he realized that if he didn't play his cards right, he might be left frustrated and unfulfilled after all. Even so, nearly getting killed and probably getting some unpleasant extra chores as punishment were worth getting a chance at that cunt. She had a prominent pubic mound but her nether lips were definitely of the 'innie' variety. It looked like she used the popular shaving spell like most girls here, giving him the best view possible of her delectable bits, with just a narrow line of pink visible from a distance.

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Tucker gently puts his strong hands on the soft white skin of your thighs, gripping tightly enough to create a dimple, before he makes an experimental lick along your slot. An electric sensation of pleasure runs up your spine immediately, and you let out a little squeak of pleasure, as by pure chance he manages to hit your clit with the tip of his tongue. It would be safest to keep him forcefully on his knees like this, and only allow him to give you oral sex. But that might leave him angry and resentful... and besides, it might not be as much fun as the full 'sideways tango'. You don't want to risk staying in here with him so long that you both lose track of time and get yourselves caught, however. With the wet sounds of him starting to eat you up like a peach filling your ears, it's hard to think rationally, though...

Franziska's options (Note: competition makes Franziska horny so winning a duel or contest does not cancel out any earlier seduction/attraction):

• Make him do something you want: HAVE SEX with Tucker but only allow him to give you oral sex, and give him a footjob to reward him.
• Make him do something you want: HAVE SEX with Tucker and let him do everything he wants with you, for maximum **** potential.
• Order Tucker to take you back to his room, so you can brag of your victory to his housemates along the way. (take +1 XP and choose a next Move or scene, or take +1 Forward to ENCOUNTER Tucker or someone you meet).
• Take his wand and leave him hard up, making him chase you back to the Leontes dorms to get it back. (take +1 XP and choose a next Move or scene, or take +1 Forward to ENCOUNTER Tucker or someone in Leontes).