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Cynwrig is caught in a daze. He watches, no feels, himself pleasuring the sorceress snake, but the him that watches knows that this isn't true. It doesn't matter for too much, because scaled hands tickle down along his shell, pulling him away from the sight, and locking his large compound eyes with the slitted ones of Ra'lys.

"Pleasure like that can and will be yours, little hero," Ra'lys whispers. "All you have to do is submit to me. End this charade of fullish heroics, and embrace who you are, to begin with.

"I'm... I'm not..." Cynwrig protests.

Fingers brush over his chin, and she grips him, tilting his head up so his eyes would look into hers. "You're not what? Not enjoying watching such a sexy display? But I thought you like to watch."

"Wait, who told you that...?" Cynwrig gasps.

"You poor little buggy," Ra'lys responds a giggle on her lips. "You did. I'm sorry you don't remember."

"I... I remember..." Cynwrig notices the color in the snake's gaze--the rings of repeating bands that swirl in her look. It reflects off of him, bounces off of his very soul, filling his body and his being with the trance-inducing stare.

"I remember," he says with more confidence.

"And you told me that why?" She asks.

"Because I thought you would like to let me watch."

"Oh, baby, I want to do so much more than that," Ra'lys says, her tongue flickering out, tasting his cheek.

Cynwrig doesn't flinch. He opens his mouth as if to say something, anything, to ask a question, to make a quip, but all he does is keep his lips apart.

Ra'lys takes advantage, pressing her mouth against his, invading his mouth with her own.

He squirms and wiggles in her grasp. His antennae perk up, only to deflate. His arms and legs dangle with limp uselessness. His form is completely and utterly overwhelmed, tingling with numbness, but also a delight.

She pulls her mouth free, and fluid drips out from between the two of them. Cynwrig burbles a moment, his jaw slacks like the rest of his body.

When she lets go of his cheeks, he collapses to the ground, staring off into nothingness while she stands over him, running her hands over her naked form. "What's the matter, little hero? Don't you want to get up, and don't you want to have me?

He tilts his head to face her to see that womanhood taunting him--those breasts, those hips, those eyes.

"All you have to do is say the words," she continues, showing off her fangs.

He rolls onto his back, sprawled out. "I... give... up..."

"Excellent," Ra'lys tugs on the leash around his collar. Wait, when did he get a collar? When did he get a leash? She pulls him up to stand just at the perfect height. "YOu may now attempt to please me. But should you fail, you shall be punished.

Cynwrig thinks nothing else but to grab onto those thick thighs, pressing his face up against her and letting his tongue delve deeply into the snatch of the seductive serpent.

"Cynwrig! Cynwrig!"

Cynwrig's tongue tastes the fantastic nectar of his mistress. He sees nothing, feels nothing, tastes nothing, that isn't her.

A sharp pain hits the beetle against the cheek, and he sprawls over, collapsing onto the floor with fluids drooling from the corner of his mouth.

Ra'lys folds her arms over her chest, a confident sneer on her face. "Not very impartial of you, Tik Tik."

Tik Tik puffs out her cheeks, flexing the hand she used to slap Cynwrig. She doesn't look the sorceress in the eye. "Match over... let Cynwrig go.

"I'm not done with him yet," the sorceress coos.

"You won't take him without him say so!" Tik Tik responds, stepping in between the two of them, holding her hands out, and looking up into the sorceress in the eyes. "Not without go through Tik Tik!"

Ra'lys doesn't respond, except to sneer once the kobold feels a hand upon her shoulder.

"T... Tik..." Cynwrig whispers.

Tik Tik spins around, hugging the bug boy. "Cynwrig safe!"

"I... I want to go with her..." Cynwrig says

"W... what!? No, you mind-controlled. You no know what you want!"

"Actually," Ra'lys says, stepping around the two, hands behind her back, a confident grin spreading over her lips. "I didn't have to use my stronger mind control on him. He already desires to be subservient to me, at least in matters of the bedroom. The fact I exploited that to win is of little consequences. Now, if you don't mind, I'll be taking my toy with me." She yanks on the invisible, no, non-existent leash, and Cynwrig stumbles along, following her. "Y... yes, Ra'lys..." he responds, rubbing his neck. "As long as we're going to have some good, a-and safe fun."

"Oh, of course," she hisses, walking away from the spectators with a confident sway in her stride. Cynwrig looks over towards Tik Tik, frowns, but then shrugs.

Tik Tik growls, but the presence she feels around her alerts her to Hanioc's desire.

"Little one," the angel speaks up, "You have much to learn when it comes to your friends. You do not possess them, just as they do not possess you. You must learn to let them find their own way and to let them fall, should they choose to do so. This was Cynwrig's choice to throw the match, but do not feel betrayed by him."

"Tik Tik can feel what Tik Tik want," the kobold says, folding her arms over her chest. "Tik Tik will want see Ra'lys lose next round."

"You've been disappointed in many of the matches recently, Tik Tik. This Tournament is not your personal playground. It is a privilege to be here, and it is a privilege I can revoke.

Tik Tik grumbles, stuffing her hands in her pockets, walking away. "Stupid rules. Tik Tik find something do make her blow off steam."