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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.