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At the dining hall, Draykan mulls over the menu. Sitting next to Draykan is Cynwrig, the beetle boy rubbing his butt and grumbling. Across from the Dragon is his care, Clarendala, and next to her, propped up on a booster seat, is Tik Tik.

"There's so much stuff here I've never heard of," Draykan says. "This whole dimensional nexus thing is something else entirely.

"Tik Tik happy try new things," the kobold says, though her usual chipper demeanor doesn't shine through in her speech. She places her own menu down and speaks over to Cynwrig. "You feel better, friend, since you beat?"

The beetle rubs the back of his head. "I don't know what that woman did to me, but she really knocked me back to my senses."

Draykan taps his foot, snorting and putting his menu down. "He was... he was mind-controlled by Ra'lys, right? Is that even legal in the rules of the Tournament?"

Tik Tik sighs. "Tournament rules so strange. Tik Tik can't keep up. But Ra'lys strong, and Ra'lys sexy, but also scary."

Draykan taps his finger, a shudder running down his spine.

"Draykan..."

"Huh?" Draykan snaps his attention up in front of him. There, he sees the serpent, nude and licking her lips with her slim and long tongue. His eyes widen, and beneath his leggings, his twin cocks pain him, screaming to be free. He reaches for her, his eyes swirling in that desire.

"Draykan?"

He blinks, and Clarendala is staring at him, frowning as his hand sits almost at her face. The dragon coughs and grabs the salt shaker in front of her. "Uh, sorry, was just... uh, excuse me, one second." He slides out of the booth and rushes over towards the restroom.

The grand privacy chambers of the hotel are magically clean and sparkle in their simple and elegant design. It's a beautiful and neutral place to do one's business, and Draykan rushes past an occupied stall to get himself into one of his own. With his size, he has to curl up a bit to give himself some privacy. But, with his hand on the wall, he pulls down his pants, letting his cocks come free. He grips one of them, grunting as he rubs his palm over the large shaft. "F... fuck... w... what's wrong with me? I can't stop... ngh... thinking about her..."

"You seem distracted," hisses the voice in the stall next to him. He pauses, his hand unable to work more on his shaft. The palm is frozen in place as if he's unable to move it.

"There's really only one way to fix that... and you know what that is."

A flush and a slam are followed by the running of a faucet. Draykan lets go of his own lengths and pulls up his pants, kicking the door open. "Ra'lys!" he growls.

Staring up at him through the mirror is the fox wolf, Greyhound Gryphon. Gryphon turns the faucet off and flicks his hands clean of the water. "I've seen that look before," the mercenary says, his stare cool and almost distant. "You'd get that a lot when fighting mind controllers. I had the misfortune of facing two in this Tournament."

Draykan turns his gaze away from the fox wolf and to the mirror. Sure enough, his eyes swirl with the purple haze of Ra'lys's control.

"I can help you get her... for a price," the fox wolf says, leaning against the sink and wrapping his arms over his chest.

"I..." Draykan rubs his eyes. "I need a distraction. I need to find her before I do something I regret."

Grey nods. "I'll watch your six."

"No..." Draykan says, stumbling out and heading toward the door. "Room 1409... that's where she'll be. Get the others-Tik Tik-bring them up."

"Roger that," the fox wolf nods, heading out to the dining room.

Travel through the hotel's halls is awkward with raging hardons in his pants and with various figures appearing to him as the mistress of hypnosis. The more that she taunts him with these visions, the more determined he is to destroy her pussy with his cocks. While he's in that haze of justice, he makes his way to the fourteenth floor and to the room that he seemed to know straight from memory.

He isn't the only one there--Clarendala and the others have joined Grey, Draykan's friends looking worried as he makes his way to the door.

"Clare... you shouldn't be here..." He huffs. "I almost..."

"Almost... what?" she asks, with bated breath.

He shakes his head and grips the knob on the door. He slams it open as the door had not been locked. Somehow, he knew this.

Beyond is an elegant suite with a seat that looks over to wall-covering windows that look out over the city. Sitting in a comfortable and cushiony chair is Ra'lys, nude as ever, swirling a glass in her hand. "So nice of you to join me again, Draykan," the sorceress says. She snaps her fingers, and Grey pulls up his gun, aiming it at Tik Tik, while Cynwrig flies up, sitting on Clarendala's shoulders, his fists primed to pummel the dragoness's head.

Draykan growls. "What game are you playing here? Threatening my friends, messing with my mind?"

"It's just how I like to play," Ra'lys says, swishing her finger in the air. The two men relax, and the fox wolf even begins to remove his jacket, while Cynwrig gives the dragoness a warm hug. "I'll give those ladies something fun to enjoy while you and I get down to our own business."

Draykan sighs "If you wanted to fuck me, you could have just asked."

Ra'lys rolls her eyes. "Well, of course, I want to fuck you. You're a dragon stud of the highest caliber. But I want more than that," she slips up from her seat, sipping from her drink. "I want to form an alliance, sealed in sex."

Draykan peeks out the door. He grabs Cynwrig off of Clarendala and turns to Tik Tik. "Hey, see if you can't snap Grey out of it, and make sure she," he says, pointing to Clarendala, "doesn't get into any sexy trouble."

Tik Tik chirps, giving the dragon a salute. He slams the door behind him, tossing Cynwrig onto the couch.

The beetle scrambles up to sit up, seeing the two sexy scalies eyeing each other up. "W... whoa..."

"So, an alliance, you say? What for? I usually don't join forces with people who threaten my friends." He smirks. "I usually give them what's coming to them."

Ra'lys finishes up her drink and tosses the glass towards the couch. Cynwrig catches it without a second thought. "Yes, well, I wanted to demonstrate my power to you, so you would totally understand that I need your assistance. Zelbia is far beyond my scope of influence. By all rights, I had you right where I wanted you, but I knew if I stayed in the winner's circle, I would have to face her sooner rather than later."

"You'd still have to face her after I take care of her," Draykan says. "And I'm planning on going all out on that demon."

"Of that, I have no doubt, but perhaps we can aid each other? I want my position as the mistress of my domain secure. Any new connections and followers I gain are merely a bonus, and this Tournament a means to branch out."

"You really have a roundabout way of wanting me to fuck you, don't you?"

She sneers at that. "Well, if you're inclined to agree with my desires, let's have you seal that pact with me. This time, you'll be the one laying down."

"I can still dom you from down there," He says, shimmying out of his clothing and getting down on the ground, hands supporting his head, his cocks hard from all the hypnotic teasing. "Hope you're into this kind of thing," he says, glancing over at Cynwrig.

The beetle watches with wide opened mouth and clicking mandibles, gripping onto the couch cushions.

Ra'lys slithers up along Draykan's body, letting him feel the entirety of her scaled form as tits run up along his legs and over his shafts. "That's a perfect dragon," Ra'lys says, rising up, letting his cocks trace along her stomach and down along her pelvis. She guides the lengths with her fingers, sliding up over him until he's lined up to her entrance. She hisses and raises her hands back up along her body, trailing over her tits and up over her neck and her chin and her frills, raising hands high as she lowers herself upon him.

Draykan curls up, reaching and grabbing her hips, pulling her down, filling her up with his twin shooters, huffing and snorting through his nose.

Ra'lys rolls her head back, sighing as her stomach bulges from the sheer size of his masts.

Cynwrig's arms tremble, and he slurps up some drool from the corner of his lip "W... wow...!"

Draykan chuckles when he hears that and thrusts upward, causing the sorceress to bounce.

Ra'lys gasps and moans, filling the room with the sound of her delight. A moment later, she hooks a leg around Draykan as the two bounce onto each other, thrusting and grinding, moaning and grunting. She places her hands upon his shoulders, and he holds onto her waist, both of them taking what pleasure they want from one another.

With a roar of delight, the two lovers erupt in a passionate explosion, the cum of twin dicks shooting deep into her, filling Ra'lys and spurting out of her womb. The enchantress collapses on top of Draykan, her hands moving over his cheeks and her tongue slipping out to tickle at his mouth. "V... very good," she hisses. "Now, the pact is sealed, and we are bound in an alliance.

"F... fuck..." he huffs, giving her butt a little slap. "That was... that was..."

"Better than anything you've had in this Tournament? A little foreplay and a hint of danger are all that's needed to spice things up." She pulls herself up off of him, her slit oozing with his seed. "And you've come inside me twice already. Who knows if this will come to fruition? After all, I hear you've been consorting with that fertility goddess's priestess."

Draykan pushes himself up, stretching and yawning. "Yeah, well, if you do wind up gravid, tell me. I'll take care of the children."

"How generous," she says. "Are you looking to become a father, Draykan?"

"Looking to the action, accepting the consequences," he says. I've already lost one to the goddess."

"Ah, I see, a sacrifice of seed leading to the birth of a demigod. That's quite an ordeal, I'd imagine, but also a relief. Those who are donors to such causes could not handle such children, I'm sure."

"Yeah, well, let's just worry about taking on Zelbia now. I've got power from Xasandra and an alliance with you."

She slinks up and wraps her arms around him, placing her chest against his back "And you seek to find out what's next in your quest to become the most powerful erotic champion? I must say it's a fascinating endeavor, but seeking pure strength isn't the only thing you need."

The door peaks open, and Tik Tik pokes her snout through it, sniffs the air real quick, and then slides the rest of her face in. "Done done?"

"Yeah, Tik. What is it?"

"Next match decided. Draykan is go up against Izon!"

"The little kobold mage?" Ra'lys says, "how adorable."

"Heh... looks like I'm going to have some practice for when we go up against each other, Tik. How is everything out there?"

"Everything fine. Clarendala good with watching, and Grey is really cute cute cute!"

Draykan smiles. It's good to know that sometimes, even amid a drama, people can still have fun.