The arena had cleared out. The show was over. Everyone no longer cared to stick around the stadium when there were more distractions and delights to be had out in the city proper. To the audience, the declaration of the victor was all that they needed before their attention turned to other matters.
Even when Draykan stumbles out of the arena in a daze, he finds himself lost and alone, going to the showers, letting the water wash over him. The stink of defeat doesn’t die.
Izon is a kobold. She’s not anything special. He’s fucked dragon-transformed kobolds before, sure, and he’s never been so humiliated.
Yes, there are fewer and fewer participants in the winner’s bracket, but round three? How could he be defeated in round three!?
“Well, look who came stumbling into the showers, tail between his legs!” The guttural voice of Tobias snaps Draykan out of his stupor. The tiger stands at the faucet next to his, unashamed and unabashed. Red rolls off of his fur and swirls down the drain. “Seems to me you lost your match because you were too nice. You’ve got to put those bitches in their place if you’re going to get them to surrender to you.”
“I’m not in the mood to talk to a monster like you,” Draykan says, turning off his shower and stepping away.
Tobias chuckles. “That’s the kind of weakling who can’t handle a game of dominance like this. It’s a good thing you’re no longer in the running, ‘cause I’d make you squeal for me, boy!” He laughs with a roaring delight as Draykan dries himself off, slipping his simple clothing back on, and exits the locker room.
He diverts himself away from the main halls of the Nexus. There’s no telling the kind of taunting or teasing that he’d have to go through if he met with Clarendala or the emissary from the Dragon’s Council. Instead, he returns to the arena, roaming the emptied-out halls behind the stands. As he walks through there, he stops, catching a waft in the air of a familiar scent. “… Tik…?”
He follows the trail until he finds a doorway opened slightly ajar. When he steps through, he finds himself in an opulent observation chamber that looks out directly over the arena with windows covering the entire wall. And inside the room is Tik Tik, but she’s not alone.
Standing over the kobold is Elicia the Elf. She holds onto Tik Tik’s head, keeping the kobold facing the window as she strokes gloved hands over the kobold’s horns. Tik Tik holds onto the handlebars, gazing down toward the arena, but the strange thing is there shouldn’t be anyone out there for them to watch.
The dragon grunts, and the elf looks over her shoulder, smirking at him. “Oh, my, the loser himself. Here to take your frustrations out on the girl who made you lose?” She steps aside, motioning over towards Tik Tik. “Here she is. Have your way with her. It’s only fair. She’s the one who ruined your chances at winning this Tournament, after all.”
Draykan clenches his fists, gritting his teeth. “Just what kind of game are you playing here? Tik, are you alright?”
Tik Tik flinches, turning her head slowly, her eyes puffy, her scales slick with tears. She sniffles and turns to face the dragon. “She right, Draykan. Tik Tik teach Izon do magic make dragon. I knew she could beat you. Tik Tik knew could mean Draykan lose.” She falls to her knees, dipping her head down. “Tik Tik know that Draykan want punish bad girls, so punish Tik Tik.”
“You did this to her!” Draykan snaps, pointing to Elicia. “How about I use my knightly training to fuck some sense into you!?”
Elicia chuckles at that, hands on her hips. “Oh, you wouldn’t do that because you’d lose your chance in the Tournament.”
“Like hell, I won’t!” Draykan roars, standing tall. “I might as well have been eliminated already. Seeing Tik Tik like this, I know something bad  has happened, and you’re responsible.”
“Well, then, by all means,” Elicia says, cinching up her dress, lifting it up over her waist. “Fuck me.”
Draykan recoils, stumbling back towards the doorway. “What the fuck!?” What is that!?”
Elicia drops her dress, shaking her head. “Nothing you should concern yourself with,” she says. “I know your weakness, dragon. You won’t punish me with your cocks, because I frighten you. That’s alright. I’ll leave the two of you here to wallow in your failure and Tik Tik’s selfishness.” She blows Draykan a kiss and steps back, heading out another door.
The dragon lets her leave, taking a few moments to recover. “That… that wasn’t normal… it was… demonic…”
Tik Tik looks up to Draykan, frowning. “Come on, Dray… do you want make Tik Tik your pet? Elicia said,… that’s the only way to make up for it.”
“Mrrph…” Draykan scratches the back of his head. “I’m not going to lie, Tik, I’m pissed that you’d knowingly give my upcoming opponent such a huge advantage against me, but… you’ve got bigger things to worry about right now. I’m not going to just… mind break you like that. You’re my friend.”
“But Elicia was right, and-”
“Maybe she is right about some things, but I’m not going to do what she wants. You know what? I’m going to find Clarendala. I have a lot to think about. Find me later when you’re in a better mood if you want to be broken, but I’m not going to ruin my friend.”
With that, Draykan steps out of the room, closing the door behind him. He’d have to check in on Tik Tik later. Now, he has to wonder exactly what he’s doing here and what he’s going to do about his future.
“Is this power even worth the stress?”
Clarendala paces back and forth at the lobby, waiting for any sign of Draykan after his fight. Sitting on the bench across from her pacing spot is the disguised dragon council emissary. A few others mill about, talking up the recent matches, but the talk only makes the thick dragoness worry more for her caretaker.
Draykan bursts through the door, his eyes latching right onto Clarendala. The dragoness looks to him, first with glee, then with compassion, and then with confusion as he stomps forward. Draykan grabs her by the waist and pulls her in close. He locks her in a kiss, wrapping his wings around her body, holding her tight..
Their tongues dance for a moment before he pulls back, her tongue licking at the air, waiting for his embrace. But she snaps out of her haze and gasps. “Dray… Draykan, but… your deal with mother.”
“Fuck Xasandra…” Draykan growls.
The emissary hops up and says. “Well, since you’re in agreement with the dragon’s council on that front, perhaps you’d like to discuss your strategy on how we’re going to replenish the reputation of dragons after this Tournament.”
Draykan points to her, not turning his gaze from Clarendala, and says. “Fuck the council, too. I’m going to win this Tournament of my own accord, using my own power!”
The emissary frowns, turning. “Treandelode will not be happy to hear this. But, let me guess, ‘fuck him, too?”
Draykan already lifts up Clarendala’s top, letting her big dragon tits bounce free. “Nah, I don’t swing that way, but maybe fuck you too later on~,” Draykan says. He rolls out his tongue, getting a taste of those milkies, grabbing at her pants, and pulling them down.
Clarendala just steps out of them, moaning as she holds his head against her chest. He shuffles out of his own leggings and lifts her leg up in the air. He lines her up for the perfect moment to stuff her with both of his cocks--to take this virgin slut.
Standing in the middle of the hall, Draykan thrusts up into her. The sloshing of the moist dragon snatch and the slapping of scalie bodies together causes people all around to stop and watch as this Champion ravages this demigoddess.
‘D… d… draykan!” Clarendala gasps, her hands gripping onto just above his wings, toes curling, head rolling back.
“Unf… rnnngh… Clarendala…” he sighs, slapping up against her, bulging her body with twin cocked goodness. “Take it, ya slut! Mommy’s not here to stop you from fuckin’, now is she!?”
“N… no, Dray, Aaah, fuck me!”
“Gonna do more than that! I’m gonna breed you, I’m gonna break you. I’m gonna make you think of nothing but me!!” He grabs her ass, lifting her up, letting her wrap her legs around him. He continues to thrust up into her. He lets out all his frustrations into something he’s always wanted to do with someone who’s always wanted to do it!
“Aaa… aah, Dray, I am a slut, I’m your sluuuut!”
Draykan forgets about all his troubles as he pins her up against the wall. He nips at her neck, licking over her scales, gripping at her tits, fucking her, and filling her. It’s almost a relief when he finds himself swelling up and shooting off into her, his cum spreading her stomach and dripping down onto the tiled floor of the hotel.
Her eyes roll back, crossed and unfocused, her gasps and groans filling the room as she looks around, unsure and stunned. Draykan, once so forceful and dominant, wraps his arms around her, pulling her in close to him. He keeps his cocks buried deep into her, letting the last vestige of his orgasm sputter out into her. He sighs, breath sliding across her scales.
Clarendala hugs him herself, letting out a soft and gentle cooing. When she finally flutters her eyes open, she licks against his cheek. “That… that was… everything I ever wanted…” she says.
“I’m just… being selfish,” Draykan responds, squeezing her tightly against himself. He enjoys the feeling of her scales against his own, her soft body against his muscled one. “I accepted you in my care as a challenge, a challenge I deliberately failed. And now, I’m going to lose all that I gained from it. Just like I lost the Tournament.”
“Draykan…” Clarendala says, holding him, nuzzling against his cheek. “Just because you lost one match doesn’t mean you’ve lost the whole Tournament. I still believe in you.”
“Nnngh, you’re right. This shouldn’t be about me. How are you feeling? I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”
She giggles at that. “Oh, not at all. In fact, I think you were doing quite well. You wanna go again?”
“Ruh… right here?” Draykan says. “You gotta let me have some breathing room for a bit.” He says, snuggling her back… or maybe…” he chuckles, thrusting, his cocks emboldened by her words.
She gasps, her eyes narrowing, her mouth wide. Draykan rocks, slowly this time, going for a gentler action this time around. The dragon licks and kisses down along her neck and collar, getting to those beautiful tits of hers. His tongue swirls around, stiffening her nipples, a gift they are indeed for being the daughter of a goddess. Draykan gets lost in her. Her moans, her scales, her warmth, her fullness.
Clarendala rocks back, the two of them milking pleasure from one another with no regard to anyone in the room. No one would want to interrupt the Champion and his charge as they lay on the floor in the middle of the room, but many would watch. Draykan ignores them, or rather, is spurred on by their appearance, showing that he has all he needs here and now.
Clarendala pants, placing a hand on his chest and shakes her head. “Aah… D.. Dray… le... Let’s stop.”
“Suh… something the matter?” Draykan asks, brushing over her head with his hand. “You feeling alright?”
“Yeh… yeah, just… I’m getting a headache…” she says. “Let’s just rest…”
Meanwhile, off amongst the crowd, Galenna smirks, happy to end the disgusting display of that dragon slut with HER Drayky