HAVE SEX with Felice: 10, Lose a consequence and gain +1 XP

6 + 3 = 9, +1 ambition = 10, success

Maneuvering between two flying broomsticks is hard but not as suicidal as one might think. Unlike clumsy mundane machines, magic items such as these are highly automatic and self-correct - they will change orientation and move however needed to keep the rider from falling off if at all possible, and if she manages to anyway, the vehicle will dive down to catch her. And since levitation is such an easy spell, falls from a great height are actually less dangerous than falls from a shorter one... so long as you keep hold of your wand.

Moving into the cloudbank with the raven-haired temptress makes for an almost dream-like atmosphere for your sudden embrace. You are hesitantly reaching your arms out to grasp her hands but Felice, seemingly relishing her opportunity to be the aggressor for once, pushes right past your arms and wraps hers around your waist, sidling over onto your broom and immediately starting to tease your foot with hers. From close up you can see that it's not just her pretty face that makes so many men go for her. Although she isn't as well endowed as some students, let alone professors, being proportionally a bit less busty than Milly and Kinzie and just a bit moreso than you, she has long toned legs, a slender tapering waist, and a soft, round apple of an arse. The latter sends a twinge of excitement through you when she puts it on your lap, pinning you to the broomstick and working you around so that it is rubbing up between your legs.

"I didn't think much of you at first, you know. Just another boring, quarrelsome and predictable girl. When that clown of a man Tucker told me how you tricked and humiliated him after you dueled him, but only AFTER you gave him the greatest fuck of his life, you actually fooled me into thinking it had been an accident at first." she licks her lips and makes one of her trademark lust-inflaming bedroom-eyed expressions. Using her height advantage she gives you no choice but to bury your face between her breasts, and shortly she pulls up her blouse to force your cheeks between the bare skin of those soft mounds.

" Only reason I observed you at all was because my brother said that his girlfriend had it in for you and had gone so far as to taunt you by screwing him right in front of you while you were jumping on the cock of some limp-wristed Leontes boy, to make sure you were oblivious to the fact that she'd been attacking you with spells since the moment you got there."

You feel a heat of indignation in your chest rising to match the warming lust in your belly. "Whhmmmph??" you demand details with a mouthful of Felice's cleavage.

"Don't ask questions cherie, I am on a roll here. Ahem. ...and then, I first thought that the Minerval girls were playing with YOU. They take their little mind games oh so seriously, unlike my House... trying to prove a point by 'converting' Leontes and Beavertails. But then!" she giggles in a high pitched tone, squeezing your thighs and bucking her hips against you so that the broomstick slides against your feminine mound, making you shiver, "you just strung her along and doubly humiliated that Teung girl by showing that she was nothing more than a passing fancy to you, calling her bluff and making HER bend over and take the cock of your little creampuff of a lackey-boy. Oh, how much face she lost! Her own house members were gossiping and giggling that she woke her potions instructor up before dawn pounding on his door needing an 'emergency' potion..."

You manage to pull your head from the marshmallowy heaven and give her backside a firm pinch between your fingers, using your free hand to push up under her skirt and start exploring her soft, enticing body, sliding your fingertips all the way up to her navel and teasing her pussy with your thumb. "It was not the way you make it sound, Felice. I consider Chen and Berthold both good friends... just because I did not want a long term relationship with her right then doesn't mean-"

"Ohhhh my precious, mischievous little doll!" Felice plants a line of kisses on your cheek down to your neck. "That is just it, you don't have to tell me! You didn't want to be tied down to just one. Like I was saying - the upperclassmen told me they have seen your type before. Not like..." she purses her lips, "certain girls, who are so naturally blessed as to attract an amount of male attention that is downright inconvenient... you are the sort who always had to go out of your way a bit, to make a play for the boys' attention and act a bit more like them instead of letting them come to you. The girls like that, like you... it wakens an aggression in them. And before you know it you are doing something like inviting as many as you can get to an orgy under the moon and being outright proud of how much you want to fuck. I think I'm a little jealous. Buuut..."

She scoots forward as she continues speaking, pushing your back down against the uncomfortable length of wood, bringing the hem of her skirt closer and closer to your face, "that is all part of the process, my house members say. Even though you come here and choose Leontes because, in an irony, compared to the sexier, more popular girls, like your friend Chen... Or ME," she says, dropping the pretense and giving your thigh a swat, "you have a much stronger identity of being straight. Because you've gotten the itch to reach out and grab the cocks instead of having to dodge a profusion of them, you know? The wanting makes them feel better, yes~? Oooooh,I can't deny it, I am jealous of how it's turned out for you.

"But!" she says, half-turning around and pressing her ass side-on against your chin until it dimples, "and here is where the magic of lust turns funny, so the wise Draconis scholars say... because you've gotten onto the wavelength of those ever-thirsty, ever-horny young men while going after them the way they go after me, you start to notice what they're noticing. You stop caring about marriage and true love and all that treacle just because you're expected to. When the rush of throwing yourself against a new lover is what you crave you are quite startled to realize that there's nothing to hold you back from getting a feel of those beautiful feminine curves, kissing those soft lips, and tasting it for yourself."

You are quaking as you let out a low, desperate moan. Everything Felice is saying is filling you with a fantastical admixture of embarrassment and affirmation... to not only have another know you better than you know yourself, but to be the subject of a stereotype that jaded libertines smugly chuckle to each other about, is terribly demeaning, puncturing the pride which you've always held without mercy. But on the other hand it makes a terrible kind of sense, and a nagging unease is drained from you along with your sense of exceptionalism.

"Mmmff..." you say from your enticing 'upskirt' view of Felice as she shifts to face you again and spreads her legs, enjoying the sight of her tight white silken panties clinging to her cleft, "I can imagine you will have a lot of fun telling your shitty friend Tucker that after he got to me as my first lover at this school, I jumped the fence and started sleeping with women not because he was bad at sex, but because he was so good."

Felice seems to really appreciate your efforts at wit, as she bounces her wonderfully soft backside against your chest a few times and strikes a sexy pose for you before lowering her crotch into your face. Rather than doing it herself she chooses to force you to deal with her panties obstructing the union of clit and tongue both of you now desire. The smooth texture against your tongue is pleasant.

The amount of time Felice gives you to pleasure her underneath her skirt is shockingly brief before she turns the tables, leaning back over onto her own hovering broomstick and, much to your audible dismay, using the grip of her thighs to pull you off of yours! You nearly drop off of the flying magic item. It is a small mercy that you are going through a huge cloud and can't see the vertical kilometer you'd fall if your connection to the broom were to fail and your wand were unreachable.

Even as you are struggling and wailing in shock, clinging to the handle and dangling off the side of it, Felice is maneuvering down underneath you - not to catch you in case you fall but to shove her face up between your thighs as the wind blows your skirt up. "Going to have to give you some more practice I see, I could tell watching you at the party that you're too used to jumping into the grip of horny boys and letting them toss you around without putting in the effort yourself..." you feel her glasses rubbing up against your sensitive inner thighs as she tugs your panties down with her teeth, shoving her tongue inside of you and making you cry out with pleasure.

Reflexively, you clasp a hand over your mouth - thereby reducing your already tenuous hold on the broomstick to a one-handed dangling. But your efforts to climb back up are fruitless, as the taller, stronger girl has a firm grip on your knees and forces you to wrap them around her shoulders. The rush of adrenaline doesn't make it impossible for you to reach climax - on the contrary, your poor fluttering heart gives way to a fluttering in your abdomen as you shudder and jerk about like a worm on a fishing hook while she eats you out, bringing you over in just a few minutes.

You feel your fingers growing numb as you finally released from her grip. But she zips up again and leaps over onto your own broomstick so that when you try to climb up, you are forced to grab her silky inner thighs.

Cackling wickedly like the bad witch she is, Felice grinds her butt against your desperate white knuckles and guides your hand to her pussy, forcing your fingers down into her panties. "Yes, my little kitten! This is your only handhold now, and it's a slippery one! You had better do it quickly or else the other girls and your own brother will see you dangling helplessly with your hand up my skirt! Do you want to be a laughing stock, Francisca?" She says, intentionally mispronouncing your name.

It is hard to be annoyed when you are being given the chance to slide your fingers over her smooth, hairless pussy and feel the moisture around your fingertips as you go knuckle-deep inside of her. You have never been an enthusiastic practitioner of self-pleasure and on the rare occasions you were, you had nearly always used a 'tool' for the purpose instead of your own fingers. The strange sensations of another woman's vagina tightening around your fingers as you plumb her depths is nearly exotic as the very fact of having sex in this windblown death-defying situation. You vibrate your fingers back and forth, twisting and using your thumb to play over the top of her perfect feminine mound...

Scarcely a few seconds pass between the time when you are rewarded with a breathless series of gasps and a palpable quiver running through the nubile woman's lower body, and her swinging you back up to sit on the stick again, the pressure of the wood shaft against your sensitive cunt making you bite your lip. You are so distracted by the sight of the cloud giving way to clear sky and removing your privacy that you don't notice you failed to pull your panties back up until it was too late, and they slip free of your shoes, fluttering out into the wind and passing immediately out of reach.

Some lucky Mundane down on the ground is going to get a very interesting windfall this afternoon... and you are going to have to keep your legs clamped very tightly around the broom, your face burning cherry red, for the rest of the flight if you don't to end up flashing your stodgy older brother with your bare, freshly-licked pussy.