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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."