Draykan can’t believe that he got himself into this mess. The dragon ruminates on the situation his dicks got him into—removing his curse by passing it on to an unborn child. Now he has to play babysitter to the deity’s offspring.
“Dray,” he sighs to himself, sitting on the bleacher. “You really got yourself into a mess, haven’t you?”
The dragon looks up towards the seat beside him, nearly falling out of his seat when he notices something important about his ward’s seat.
Empty.
The goddess’s words echo in his mind as he shuffles his way past the tight-packed seating arrangements. “If you want to keep your new abilities, you need to ensure that no one fucks her.”
“That wasn’t part of the plan!” Draykan had snorted back at her. “You said I had to keep it in my pants.”
“Keep your in your pants in regards to her, and keep others out of hers. It shouldn’t be too hard. She is just 18, after all, and a virgin, at that.”
Just behind the arena’s seats is a collection of shops and stalls, each selling overpriced goods and services to support the educational institution this stadium hosts games for. And there’s a stall offering up the greasiest, longest, double-footlong hot dogs on this end of reality’s veil. She’s there, taking one of those heart-attack-inducing monstrosities from the vendor.
“Clarendala!” Draykan shouts.
The dragoness lowers the wiener away from her mouth. Her green and red eyes widened when she saw her caretaker storming up towards her.
Clarendala takes after her mother with big tits and wide hips. Unlike Xasandra, this dragoness has bright yellow scales with bright green under her jaw and wings. “Dr… Dray!?” she says, holding up the snack and giving him a big and goofy grin. “You want some?”
He tries to make himself look big and imposing against the teen, but against all odds, she’s just as big as he is. The two dragons staring each other down make a sight for many spectators to turn their heads as they make their way toward their seats.
Eventually, he relented, chuckling and shaking his head. “You know the rules,” Draykan says, keeping his eyes on her own wide, beautiful ones. Her mother had dressed her in a sweater and leggings, but the outfit only serves to accent her body shape instead of hiding it. “You get to see the Tournament if you stay out of trouble, and I’m the one that’s supposed to do the keeping. What are you trying to do? Make me look bad?”
She sighs, “I’m sorry,” and hands him the dog. “I’m just really excited to see it since, well, mom doesn’t let me partake, you know?”
Draykan rolls his eyes. “Yes, yes, I know, and a Tournament is a place of great temptation. You can’t let it take control of you. You’ve got a special purpose. Plus, I’m sure she’s trying to get me riled up, too”
“I guess… but...” she says, taking a big bite of the hot dog. “Mmmmm! Wow, Dray, you really need to try this!” she says this, bouncing, making her tits bounce.
Draykan grabs the food from her to stop her enticing display and takes a bite. He shudders but chomps a big chunk of the tube. “Gah, what is that? Is that even real meat?”
The crowd’s sounds only get louder as the familiar chirping of Draykan’s friend Tik Tik fills the air. “Oh, dang it, the match is about to start, and I need to see who the fighters ar-”
He freezes as a shock rushes through his body. It’s a familiar and foreboding presence, taking him back to times of turmoil in his youth. The darkness that he thought was no longer with him—he feels it once again, but this time, it is from without.
“Clare, we need to get the fuck out of here,” Draykan says, swallowing the lump in his throat.
No response.
“Clare…?”
The dragoness stands, staring transfixed at the hall leading back to the arena outside. She takes a step forward. Her eyes are glossy, her mouth agape.
Draykan snarls. “Xasandra… what sort of trick is this?” and he grabs Clarendala by the shoulder, yanking her towards him. Clarendala’s chest presses up against his, and their maws are only inches apart from one another. Her vast and vacant eyes narrow when she sees him, her breath becoming heavy as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. 
“Dray…” she says in a voice huskier and with more sensuality than he had thought she could muster. “What’s happening?”
“I don’t know…” Dray says, his own mouth agape, his mouth tilting to the side. Around the stadium, thunderclaps, and the world begins to shake. That dark feeling continues to buzz around the dragons, but the two of them are both transfixed in each other’s arms. He leans in, about to connect with her, when his mind flashes back once more to the conversation he had with Xasandra.
“That’s right, Draykan,” the goddess says. “If you truly want your child and to be her father, all you have to do is show me that you won’t just breed one of my children. Do that for the dragoness Clarendala, and I shall relinquish custody of the child that I bore from your seed.”
Draykan raises his hand, getting a slobbery hot-dog kiss on his massive forearm. Clarendala gives off a confused squeak before pulling herself back, wiping off her mouth. “D… Dray? What’s going… I’m so… I’m so horny!”
“I know…” Draykan says,” Me too, and it’s because of who is out there fighting right now…
Clarendala stumbles forward, panting, holding onto his shoulders. “I can’t… I can’t think… I… help me…”
“Clare, I can’t, I…” he glances around, finding that all around them, people are shedding their clothes and engaging in lewd acts. “We need to get out of here.”
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Draykan scoops Clarendala up off of her feet, flapping his wings and holding the younger dragoness up against his chest. He hadn’t noticed it before, but there is a sort of floral and earthy scent that comes from her—something that reminds him a little of her mother, but only the stuff that made him hard. The curvy gal in his arms squirms and whines, which does little to help the raging erections in his pants. “Damn it, Xasandra,” he growls. “Was this something you saw coming…?”
“Uh… D… Dray? What..? What about m… mom! What was… it like…? Did you enjoy her?”
Draykan lands in a small corridor that is remarkably empty. The storm raging outside the stadium picks up, and the sounds of moans from the orgy around them pick up. “F…fuck…”
“Yes, please!” Clarendala says, grabbing onto his shoulders. “Dray, I can’t take it!” She shouts, smashing her snout up against his own in an awkward kiss.
Draykan’s eyes widen, and his arms give way, which drops her like a heavy weight. But her arms pull him down alongside her, bringing the two dragons down into a messy pile on the concrete floor.
She stares up at him, and he down at her. His hands travel up, arms brushing over her chest as he runs his fingers against her cheek, but then he pulls away, sitting up and over her. “No, I can’t. I promised…”
“But… you really want to…” she says, her voice hushed, her arms up over her head as she lays back on the ground. “And I need it…”
He bites his mouth, snorting with his frustration. “Fuck. Let’s see… uhh… what did she say… what can I do…?”
Clarendala writhes around, thrashing back and forth, grabbing her top and lifting it up, showing Draykan that bright green stomach and then even further along, her breasts, which spill out right there for him to see.
“Oh damn it” 
Draykan grabs his own top and tosses it aside. Clarendala gasps at the sight, sucking in some drool that accumulates at the corner of her mouth. “Oh, wow-wow, Dray… T… that’s no dad bod.”
“Hey, I’m not that old!” he says. “Wait, am I?” He growls. “NO, gotta focus. Clare!”
“Ye… yes, Dray?” she says, finger swirling over her nipple. “Anything you say… I’ll listen.”
He growls and puts his hands on his leggings. “I can’t fuck you. I can’t let anyone else fuck you… but that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.” He pulls his pants down, his twin cocks springing free, already dripping and filled to bursting.
Clarendala sighs, swirling her finger over her nipple as her other hand moves down along her body. “Oh, fuck… Dray, those are better than any double foot long!”
“I just wish I could put these in your buns.” Draykan says. “But maybe…” he wraps one hand around one cock and another hand around the other, “you’ll be satisfied with a little show? As long as you give me one in return.”
Clarendala scoots up, laying her back against the opposite wall from Draykan. “It’s the… the only way to… to satisfy me… when I can’t… nnngh…” She shoves her fingers down her pants, the bulge of hand movement giving Draykan some idea of what could be going on underneath. Draykan snarls at that and whips around, his tail hooking one of the loops of her leggings and tugging down. “Oh no, you don’t!” he snaps. “If you’re getting the full show, so am I!”
Her fingers are already buried inside of herself, the digits glistening as she pumps them into her body. Draykan matches her pace with his palms on his cock. His breath is quick and heavy. The two of them breathing louder and louder as they stare at each other, watching each other get off to the mixture of the magic in the air and the forbidden nature of their dance.
“Fuck… D… Dray, I can’t… I can’t take it anymore!” Clarendala says, and she leaps at him, sitting on her knees, fingering her dripping pussy while pressing her face up against his cocks. She rolls her tongue out, licking up over the bottom length with a hungry growl. “Give me that sweet dessert, daddy.”
“Nnngh… I told you… I’m not that old!”
“I know,” she says, fluttering her eyes up at him, giving him another long and hard lick, ending with a taste at his opening, getting the pre off of there. “But mom talks about you, and she’s told me you’re a naughty dragon. She… she told me to watch out for you. You have no limits. You see a womb, and you want it to be yours. Oh fuck, I want you to have my womb, Dray!” She pulls her fingers free and wraps the wet hand around his upper cock. “Here, you can feel my pussy this way without breaking your oath. I’m sorry you can’t father my children, Dray.”
She jerks him off, growling from the back of the throat. “It doesn’t matter who they are or how they know you. You’ll do ’em, even that Dragon Mouse from the future!”
Draykan grabs onto her horns, pushing her forward, her mouth going around his cock. “Okay, young lady, that’s enough from you. You’re… you’re lucky… I know… how to interpret… divine commands… uuuagh!”
The suction from her maw around his cock is legendary. It’s almost as if she’s sucking out his very soul. But When Draykan feels the need coming soon, he yanks it out and shoots it all over her chest, covering her tits in the glistening spunk. A moment later, the lightning stops, and the air gets calm and quiet.
She blinks, gasping, and covering her chest. “W… what the hell came over me?” she asks.”
Draykan hands her his top. “Here, clean yourself up with this. Seems the darkness that’s made everyone horny has stopped… but I have a feeling the real storm is heading for whoever is fighting in the arena.”