The crowd at the Anteronian Arena cheers after what feels like an eternity of waiting for the beginning of the second round of the Tournament of Pleasure. The stadium is packed with visitors from the city and from far beyond, including guests from realms undiscovered. At the center of the stage steps a figure: a green-haired elf with fiery eyes. She wears an elegant dress that plunges low to her neckline, enticing those watching to keep their focus on her.. “Welcome, one and all, to the second round of the Tournament of Pleasure. I’m your host for this match, the Herald Elicia. I’d like to thank the Divines for setting up this competition for our viewing pleasure. I would also like to thank La Floraison Éternelle for providing accommodations for all of the participants. And finally, I’d like to thank you, the people witnessing this. For without you, we would never have this wondrous event.”
As the herald speaks, the dragon Draykan sits on the bench at his entryway, snorting. “Who is this woman? Where is Tik Tik? Why is she working with Zelbia? That demon’s the one who--”
Another scaled hand touches Draykan’s trembling one. Standing there with a smile on her face is the gold dragon Clarendala, his charge from the Goddess Xasandra. “You’ve beaten your darkness,” she says. “You can beat any trick this elf has. Just focus on your fight right now and not on those other details.
Draykan nods, placing a hand upon Clarendala’s and giving it a compassionate squeeze.
Elicia continues, walking along the edge of the padded ring. “Allow me to remind everyone about the rules of this match and what it is exactly we’re fighting for today.  
“The Divines sense a shift in the world. Eroarcana is becoming a superpower, and the gods wish to see if we mortals are ready to handle such responsibility. To that end, champions from all over the cosmos have been summoned by heralds like myself. These champions will face each other in a Double-Elimination Tournament. The rules of engagement are simple: Combatants will use their martial or erotic arts to subdue their opponents. The first that the judge, the angel Hanioc, deems to have given up loses. This is a match of willpower. Even the strictest of subs can overpower the direst of doms if their will is strong enough.
“And at the end of this tournament is the recognition of the gods themselves. The winner shall touch the divine and gain who knows what glorious reward for their labor? That’s all part of the fun!”
On the other side of the arena, Ra’lys sits back, crossing one leg over the other. Sitting at her feet is the hypnotized Cynwrig, her opponent from the previous match. “My, my, Elicia has the people eating out of her hands. It’s almost like she didn’t just summon a demon into our world and curse us all to a grim fate.”
“Mistress, are you worried?” Cynwrig asks, his eyes swirling with her magic.
“No…” Ra’lys says. “There is more to this tournament than earning the favor of fans. Should I lose, I’ll just have you to dedicate your victory to me and grant me an audience with the divine. But, I doubt I’ll lose so readily. Soon… I’ll have another to add to that contingency.” The serpentine lady hisses, snickering as she does.
“Now, then,” Elicia continues, “Allow me to introduce the fighters for this match! First, we have the blue dragon and Paladin of Love, Draykan!”
Draykan bursts forth from his entrance, flying and landing right beside Elicia, towering over her with a stern gaze on his eyes and not a stitch on. “Hello, Zelbia cultist…”
Elicia chuckles. “Oh please, I don’t worship that demon. I just extended an invitation.” She steps to the other side and extends her hand. “And over here, the mistress of hypnosis, Ra’lys!”
The first thing to appear is Ra’lys’s eyes, swirling with their dark power. She saunters out of the shadows, revealing that she, too, has arrived without anything covering her scales.
“Looks like our two here are raring to go.”
“The only covering anyone truly has is their mind,” Ra’lys says, slinking up into the arena proper. “If anything, that is the most erotic thing to strip from someone.”
“Very well,” Elicia says, stepping back into a shimmering portal created by her Herald Magic. “Let the sexfight commence!”
Ra’lys’s markings glow as she opens her arms as if to embrace Draykan. Her eyes swirl with hypnotic power, her body swaying, her breasts and hips shaking.
Draykan tightens his jaw and clenches his fists, taking one step, and then another, and another, closer to her. “Don’t think... Ngngh… you can… break my… mind.”
Ra’lys titters at that. “Oh, but Draykan, I know all-too-well that your mind is already broken. The Knights of Love have done their work to glue the bits back to their original shape, but I can feel the cracks growing, shattering your psyche. Wouldn’t you rather we just get down to fucking?”
“I’d love… nothing more.” He says, lightening his demeanor against her.
“Very well… down on your knees, Draykan. A dragon needs to be serviced.”
“Yes… serviced…” He says, slumping down onto his knees, his hands upon them, his wings draping over his shoulders.
Ra’lys steps up to him, hissing a gentle laugh as she approaches, reaching down and stroking his cheek. “But first, shouldn’t you help please a girl? It’s only befitting what a knight of love can do.”
“Yeah, that’s a great idea!” He says, his smile widening. He leans in between Ra’lys’s legs, opening his maw and rolling out his long, draconic tongue. He presses it up against her folds, lashing up and down and tasting her delight.
Ra’lys runs her hands through Draykan’s hair, sighing and pushing her hips forward. “Oh yessss, That’s so satisfactory. Keep it up. Don’t slip away…”
“Mmm-hmmm…” Draykan sighs, looking up to her, his eyes bright and both their natural colors.
“Aaah…” Ra’lys says. “Not quite fully under my sway, are you? It seems you’re ready for the next step,” she says, placing a finger upon his forehead. “Let’s see what else we can probe from your mind?”
Draykan tenses up, his cocks hardening as his memories flood through him—his times with Clarendala and Galenna and Blair and Xasandra and Squeaks and Tymara and Tik Tik. They all flood through him, and even to his initial discovery by Tybalt, and then-
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Ra’lys feels the surge of emotion that rushes through Draykan. All of his anger and all of his hate and all of the darkness that he had thought he had purged from him wells up into his memory and from his soul. But, when it unleashes, it doesn’t come out as the dark possession he once had, but rather, the triumphant fight against her hypnotic ways.
The hypnotist stumbles back, hissing. “So, you’ve protected yourself against such deep probing…?”
Draykan stands up, looking down at her. “I made a deal with the Divine. Your tricks won’t work on me.”
Ra’lys coos, ‘oh, but I don’t need to trick you to win this,” she hisses in delight. “All I need is to make you submit to me.” She says this, getting down to her butt and laying back. “So, come on, then, and show me exactly what you can do!”
Draykan nods and climbs down, grabbing her legs, lifting them up. She’s quite flexible, and soon, he can get her into a mating press, both of his cocks lined up to fit inside of her. He thrusts forward, snorting and feeling the sensation of her slit wrapping around both of those lengths.
Ra’lys throws her head back, letting out an overjoyed laugh. “Oh, who thought I could just ask and get what I want!”
Draykan snaps his eyes shut, pushing into her, building up a rhythm. “You’re getting more than you bargained for!” he boasts, his cocks filling her up, stretching her out, rubbing against each other in a doubly-impressive stimulation.
Ra’lys’s sighs and hisses fill his ears, encompassing all of his thoughts as he thrusts into her. He grabs onto one of her tits, giving her a nice big squeeze. The whole time, she slithers underneath of him, sliding scales upon scales, wrapping arms around his shoulders, digging nails in, lifting hip ups, twitching underneath, and just plain enjoying the sensation of being filled and filling up.


The dragon wraps his arms around the serpent, lifting the two up now so that he is sitting on his knees, her breasts pressed up against his chest as he pulls her towards him. Draykan pushes her down onto him like she’s some kind of sock for his dicks.
The whole time, Ra’lys digs her fingers into his shoulders, laughing and hissing and bouncing along with him. Despite his dominance in the sex, she seems to be quite enjoying herself, whispering into his ears things that go unnoticed by the dragon, but not by his mind.
His cocks spread her out and slide deeper into her, nearly knocking at the serpent’s innermost core. He thinks about all the times he’s been denied in recent times, all those failures and annoying setbacks and realizes that now is not one of those times. Now, he has Ra’lys exactly where he wants her—and he can do anything to her.
He slams her down against the mat, looming over her as she lays on her shoulders. He huffs and bends his knees, thrusting his hips, jackhammering into the mistress of hypnotism without a second thought. This match is his and she is his, and he gets to have all he wants here and now by his own choice!






It isn’t long before Draykan throws his head back, roaring out his triumphant orgasm, shooting deep inside her and filling Ra’lys up with his seed.
He stands up, off of her, panting and wiping some drool off of his chin. “Heh… I didn’t even have to go all out on ya,” he says. Who woulda thought?”
Ra’lys falls to the mat, sprawled out, filled with his seed and cooing in delight.
“Pleasure breeding ya,” he says with a wink. “Give me a call sometime if you want more dragon dicking.”
“W… will do…” Ra’lys says, closing her eyes and sighing with a smile on her face.
The many-faced form of the angel Hanioc appears around the arena, the multitoned voice of the messenger echoes throughout everyone’s minds. “The battle has been decided. The winner is Draykan!
Cheering erupts from the crowd, and Draykan wings off back to his ward in triumph.
Clarendala is there to offer Draykan a towel, which he uses to slide over his sloppy cocks. “Y… you were really impressive, D… Draykan,” she says.
“Heh… it was no problem, really,” he says. “I actually thought going up against Ra’lys would be a bit tougher, but, you know what? I can take pounding her into submission right away as a great prize.”
“You sure do pound well,” the female dragon says.
“Hey now,” he replies, waggling his fingers. “Don’t you get any ideas, ‘cause I can’t fuck you.”
“Y… yeah…” Clarendala says, watching as he heads over to wash himself off. “If only…”
Meanwhile, Ra’lys slinks off back to her own side of the arena. Cynwrig whimpers and grovels at her feet as she walks past him. “M… mistress?” the bug-boy says. “You lost…!”
Elicia, standing at the end of the hallway, speaks up. “Oh, I don’t think so, not really.”
“Perceptive, aren’t you?” Ra’lys says.
“The dragon is one of my target’s more annoying friends,” the elf says. “I like to keep tabs on him from time to time. It’s quite impressive what you’ve done. There’s potent magic in a man’s seed. Doubly so for a dragon’s.”
Ra’lys rubs her stomach. “I’ll be taking care of that soon enough.”
“But there’s something more than that,” Elicia says. “You’ve done something with his mind, haven’t you?”
Ra’lys smirks at that. “Well, a girl can’t reveal all of her secrets. But… let’s just say I’ve planted a seed of my own, and leave it at that?”
Cynwrig scurries up to Ra’lys, groveling again. “Oh, mistress. You’re so wonderful! I knew even a defeat would end in victory for you!”