Hanioc: There are many amazing creatures out there in the world, and many of them are added to the roster of the Tournament of Pleasure. But, there seems to be a lot of kobolds among them.
Tik Tik: No big problem. Tik Tik love kobolds. Tik Tik love all different creatures, and this match has two different kinds cool creatures.
H: Indeed. On the one hand, there is Skerev, kobold diplomat, and Beasra, the anthropomorphic griffin. Their battle takes place on top of a plateau in the plains of Beasra’s home during a  starlit night. Let’s see just how this turns out.


The green kobold stands on the plateau, tapping his teeth with a claw and narrowing his emerald gaze at the griffin flying in front of him. “Quite nice,” he says, a slight growl spreading from his throat. “Skerev like what Skerev sees.”
The griffin lands, naked with her hands on her hips. “Well, Beasra likes what Beasra sees,” she says, a slight giggle in her voice. “Well, then, little guy, are you ready to lose?”
Skerev shrugs and undoes his belt. “Let Skerev get in equal foot, yes. Does Beasra mind?”
“Not at all,” she says, licking her beak. “In fact, I think I’ll help you out.” She steps forward, kneeling down in front of him, grabbing at his top and lifting it up over the kobold’s head, showing off his brown underbelly. “Mmm, I’m happy you won’t be using that sword of yours against me.”
“Why use sword when sexfight?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrow ridges. Claw work best, yes?”
“I would say so,” she says, placing her hand upon his chest, rubbing him with gentle stroking. “Very good, if not best, right?”
“Seem match start,” the kobold responds, his hands resting on her sides, rubbing up along her furred and feathered body, upwards along to her chest, giving her breasts a squeeze.
“Ooo, you like my tits, don’t ya, little guy?” Beasra says, a shudder running through her. “Well then, why don’t you enjoy them!” She uses her weight to lean forward, knocking the kobold down, smothering him under her pressure, his face buried in between her tits.
Skerev squirms and struggles from underneath Beasra, but the griffin’s tail swishes back and forth. She snuggles up against him, pressing him against the ground. “Oh, no use struggling little guy. You’re just too adorable with how small you are. I think you’re the tiniest kobold here. Do you really think that you can compete?”
Skerev is covered in warm darkness, his sense of scent full of the eagle and lion musk. His sight sees nothing, his ears hear the thumping of her heart. He is well and truly stuck under her.
She squirms on top of him. “Oooh, and your little kobold is so ready to play… tell you what… if you do something good with your mouth, I’ll let you put it in me. What do you say? Give me a good time, and I’ll give you the privilege of a good time, hm?”
The kobold turns his face towards her left breast and opens her mouth. Her weight pushes against him, letting the breast slip into his maw.
Her teeth scratch his length, but he fights to keep his mouth open wider not to hurt her. That isn’t the goal here. Instead, he lashes his tongue against her nipple, sending shivers along the griffin’s body.
“O… oh my…” she gasps. “That’s… mmmnnn… that’s pretty good…” She tilts her head back, opening her beak and letting out a long sigh. ‘Ah… yeah… j… just like that… mmn… fine!”
She picks herself up, laying back on the ground now before him. “You’re pretty good with that mouth of yours.” She spreads her legs apart, “but I can’t see a little guy like you satisfying my pussy with whatever dick you got.”
Skerev sits up, undoing his pants. He licks his lips and gives her a toothy grin. “Skerev diplomat. Talk all time. Use mouth. Make friend with foreign agents.”
“Hmmm yes? And you use your tongue like that, too?”
“Naturally,” he responds, lowering his pants, cock springing forth, bright, red, and big.
She smirks, practically purring. “Oh my, that isn’t too bad for a guy your size. But I can still crush you if I wanted.”
“But you no want to, yes?”
“I don’t,” she says, curling her finger towards herself, her tongue running along her beak.
Skerev climbs up onto her and runs his red shaft up along her glistening sex. He growls and shudders, feeling the warm, beckoning pussy. His hands rest upon Beasra’s hips. “So happy… we decide… face each other like this,” he says. “Couldn’t stand hurt pretty thing Beasra is…”
Beasra wraps her legs around him, urging him closer into her. “Oh, I’m happy too. Happy I’ll milk you dry and leave you begging for more.
Skerev narrows his eyes, but then he gives her a lovely big and authentic grin. “Well, Skerev, have fun either way! But, it be Beasra screaming for more.” With that, the small kobold pushes forward, penetrating the griffin and filling her with the next round of delight.


T: Two are good sports, yes? But Beasra give Skerev a lot of space to work.
H: Yes, indeed. It’s as if she underestimates him. He’s bedded quite a few high profile figures in his time, after all.
T: But Beasra has lots stamina. Tik Tik can feel. Both could not know what doing and could both fall behind because of it.
H: Indeed. It will be interesting to see which one of them slips first.
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Skerev and Beasra are supposed to be opponents. They are supposed to be facing off against each other in the Tournament of Pleasure as Champions chosen by the divines. Theirs is supposed to be a relationship of adversity based on their erotic skills. Yet, as they are watched by the many celestial eyes, they do not appear to be in any sort of competition.
Both lay naked under the stars atop the high plateau. Beasra is on her back, her wings wrapped around Skerev’s shoulders, her legs wrapped around his hips.
The kobold’s face is against her breasts, where his tongue laps the furry and full things. His cock, extended out of its sheathe, rubs over her wanting sex. It teases her, readying her for the final step to come.
The leonine and aquiline lady runs her hands over her lover’s draconic scales, tilting her head back and exhaling out. “Please,” she says, “It feels like forever… Please, Skerev, take me and see if you’re… you’re worthy of winning.”
Skerev pulls his face free, popping out from under her wings. “Skerev happy to help!” he yips, and with that, he spreads her out with his kobold cock.
Beasra is warm and tight. She is quite the active griffin. There’s no way he’s getting out—not until she’s ready to let go.
Skerev growls, sensing this trap perhaps a little too late. He rolls his hips, filling her, spreading her. There is resistance, but there is a smile. Sometimes, when he deals with tough negotiations, it’s best to find a weak-spot, so Skerev speaks.
“So… Beasra… what hope to accomplish in Tournament?”“Mmmn… I just… I just want to meet so many interesting people. I want to have some fun.”
“Ah, so just like sex? You know, many people in loser’s bracket. Many that Beasra never see if win this battle.”
“Mmm, you’re right,” Beasra says. “But, then I might also lose,” she says, fingers gliding down his back. “Why would I risk my chance in the Tournament? I’d be quite the loser, and I’d risk getting knocked out.”
“Just because lose match doesn’t mean loser,” he says, picking up his pace.! “Lots work very hard. Lots just hit wall. Beasra know those types will try harder not lose! Have more fun, but you too good lose!”
“Mmm, that does sound lovely,” Beasra says. “That these, aaah, fighters, mmn… will try… mngg… more to succeed and please each other. Yeah…”
That’s right,” Skerev says, his toothy grin shining bright. “Who knows what desperate fighter does to win?” he asks, and then punctuates his question by pinching her nipple.
Beasra drops her defenses, and Skerev picks up the pace, . She yelps and squawks and shudders, and he returns to treating her tits with his licks and nips. The two remain there in the moonlight, writhing around in the spirit of pleasure for some time more. Deep in her heart, Beasra already knows that she has lost, but she doesn’t care.. Once Skerev’s  cock empties and drips when he pulls away. The kobold scurries out of her hold and stands up, extending a hand for her.
Beasra grabs onto his hand, and he helps her to sit up.
Beasra smiles, sitting cross-legged, and pats him on the head. “You’re too smart for your own good. You kobolds must be quite crafty.”
“Oh, yes!” he says, looking over towards the commentators. “Right, Tik Tik?”
“Yep, yep!” The pink announcer chirps up.
“Of course, Beasra continues, “I’m curious. What are you here for?”
Skerev shuffles into his leggings and continues. “Part diplomacy,” he says. “Skerev need talk many people. Skerev help kobold meet kobold. Help others meet kobold. Make allies.”
Tik Tik giggles at that. “Tik Tik think Skerev very similar!”
“Well, then,” Beasra says, her hands upon her ankles, fluttering her eyes. “How about Tik Tik joins me sometime? I want to see more about what you kobolds can do.”
“Sorry,” Tik Tik says, waving. “Tik Tik need sit back. No in Tournament. Only watch.”
Hanioc glances over at the kobold with one of their many faces but then returns towards the combatants. “The battle is decided. The two of you shall now return to the Nexus. Please, enjoy the accommodations and feel free to make the acquaintance with any of the other participants.”
Skerev slips  his jacket back on. “Very good for Skerev!
Beasra shrugs. “Well, can’t blame a girl for trying, but I’ll see you very soon, Tik Tik,” she says, giving the kobold a wink and then flying off.
“That very nice,” Tik Tik says, the portal to the Nexus opening up. “Good see friends made instead of fight all time.”
“The tournament is a place of competition, but it isn’t a warzone,” the angel says. Here, diplomats and warriors can face each other as allies and competitors, and that is what makes it a wonder.”