Draykan's Confrontation 2
#127 of Tik Tik and the Tournament of Pleasure
Draykan has had enough of trails and tribulation. He just wants to take what he wants, and what he wants is Clarendala
The Adventures of Tik Tik is a fantasy erotica series about the travels of a kobold wizard named Tik Tik. She seeks out new friends to meet and learn both the secrets of magic and the fun of various ways of having sex.
The Tournament of Pleasure is a story arc in my ongoing The Adventures of Tik Tik series. In this fantasy erotica story line, the gods have decided to test mortals in their skills at sexual powers after Tik Tik opened up the secrets of eroarcana (sexual magic) to the world. Champions from throughout the world and beyond are selected to go head-to-head against each other in a martial and sexual fight, facing each other in public displays of skills until their opponents give up or are unable to continue the contest. Rules are lax and personal glory is on the line. However, it seems there might be more going on behind-the-scenes
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Clarendala paces back and forth at the lobby, waiting for any sign of Draykan after his fight. Sitting on the bench across from her pacing spot is the disguised dragon council emissary. A few others mill about, talking up the recent matches, but the talk only makes the thick dragoness worry more for her caretaker.
Draykan bursts through the door, his eyes latching right onto Clarendala. The dragoness looks to him, first with glee, then with compassion, and then with confusion as he stomps forward. Draykan grabs her by the waist and pulls her in close. He locks her in a kiss, wrapping his wings around her body, holding her tight..
Their tongues dance for a moment before he pulls back, her tongue licking at the air, waiting for his embrace. But she snaps out of her haze and gasps. "Dray... Draykan, but... your deal with mother."
"Fuck Xasandra..." Draykan growls.
The emissary hops up and says. "Well, since you're in agreement with the dragon's council on that front, perhaps you'd like to discuss your strategy on how we're going to replenish the reputation of dragons after this Tournament."
Draykan points to her, not turning his gaze from Clarendala, and says. "Fuck the council, too. I'm going to win this Tournament of my own accord, using my own power!"
The emissary frowns, turning. "Treandelode will not be happy to hear this. But, let me guess, 'fuck him, too?"
Draykan already lifts up Clarendala's top, letting her big dragon tits bounce free. "Nah, I don't swing that way, but maybe fuck you too later on~," Draykan says. He rolls out his tongue, getting a taste of those milkies, grabbing at her pants, and pulling them down.
Clarendala just steps out of them, moaning as she holds his head against her chest. He shuffles out of his own leggings and lifts her leg up in the air. He lines her up for the perfect moment to stuff her with both of his cocks--to take this virgin slut.
Standing in the middle of the hall, Draykan thrusts up into her. The sloshing of the moist dragon snatch and the slapping of scalie bodies together causes people all around to stop and watch as this Champion ravages this demigoddess.
'D... d... draykan!" Clarendala gasps, her hands gripping onto just above his wings, toes curling, head rolling back.
"Unf... rnnngh... Clarendala..." he sighs, slapping up against her, bulging her body with twin cocked goodness. "Take it, ya slut! Mommy's not here to stop you from fuckin', now is she!?"
"N... no, Dray, Aaah, fuck me!"
"Gonna do more than that! I'm gonna breed you, I'm gonna break you. I'm gonna make you think of nothing but me!!" He grabs her ass, lifting her up, letting her wrap her legs around him. He continues to thrust up into her. He lets out all his frustrations into something he's always wanted to do with someone who's always wanted to do it!
"Aaa... aah, Dray, I am a slut, I'm your sluuuut!"
Draykan forgets about all his troubles as he pins her up against the wall. He nips at her neck, licking over her scales, gripping at her tits, fucking her, and filling her. It's almost a relief when he finds himself swelling up and shooting off into her, his cum spreading her stomach and dripping down onto the tiled floor of the hotel.
Her eyes roll back, crossed and unfocused, her gasps and groans filling the room as she looks around, unsure and stunned. Draykan, once so forceful and dominant, wraps his arms around her, pulling her in close to him. He keeps his cocks buried deep into her, letting the last vestige of his orgasm sputter out into her. He sighs, breath sliding across her scales.
Clarendala hugs him herself, letting out a soft and gentle cooing. When she finally flutters her eyes open, she licks against his cheek. "That... that was... everything I ever wanted..." she says.
"I'm just... being selfish," Draykan responds, squeezing her tightly against himself. He enjoys the feeling of her scales against his own, her soft body against his muscled one. "I accepted you in my care as a challenge, a challenge I deliberately failed. And now, I'm going to lose all that I gained from it. Just like I lost the Tournament."
"Draykan..." Clarendala says, holding him, nuzzling against his cheek. "Just because you lost one match doesn't mean you've lost the whole Tournament. I still believe in you."
"Nnngh, you're right. This shouldn't be about me. How are you feeling? I wasn't too rough with you, was I?"
She giggles at that. "Oh, not at all. In fact, I think you were doing quite well. You wanna go again?"
"Ruh... right here?" Draykan says. "You gotta let me have some breathing room for a bit." He says, snuggling her back... or maybe..." he chuckles, thrusting, his cocks emboldened by her words.
She gasps, her eyes narrowing, her mouth wide. Draykan rocks, slowly this time, going for a gentler action this time around. The dragon licks and kisses down along her neck and collar, getting to those beautiful tits of hers. His tongue swirls around, stiffening her nipples, a gift they are indeed for being the daughter of a goddess. Draykan gets lost in her. Her moans, her scales, her warmth, her fullness.
Clarendala rocks back, the two of them milking pleasure from one another with no regard to anyone in the room. No one would want to interrupt the Champion and his charge as they lay on the floor in the middle of the room, but many would watch. Draykan ignores them, or rather, is spurred on by their appearance, showing that he has all he needs here and now.
Clarendala pants, placing a hand on his chest and shakes her head. "Aah... D.. Dray... le... Let's stop."
"Suh... something the matter?" Draykan asks, brushing over her head with his hand. "You feeling alright?"
"Yeh... yeah, just... I'm getting a headache..." she says. "Let's just rest..."
Meanwhile, off amongst the crowd, Galenna smirks, happy to end the disgusting display of that dragon slut with HER Drayky