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Auhrul's gaze fixates upon the enlarging member of the transformed Izon. The monk readies himself, lowering his center of gravity and raising his arms in an offensive stance. "Very well, Izon. If you wish to face me in real combat, then I will, uh...."

As he speaks, Auhrul's neck tilts further and further upwards, following the growth of the magical femmy kobold boy before him. The lizard now looks up at the guy towering over his head, crackling with the magical energy of someone brimming with power.

Izon's eyes flutter as the pupils disappear into a sea of glowing light. His hands run over his body, crackles of electric magic following his touch, and his cock, well, it doesn't stop growing either.

Auhrul shakes off his trepidation and launches towards Izon, reaching out to strike at a pressure point that's sure to knock the kobold down a peg or two.

Just as his fingers touch the kobold's knee, the draconic opponent swings his hips, his cock slapping Auhrul right across the face!

Auhrul flies across the arena, tumbling and rolling in embarrassing defeat but scrambling up to a squatting position, shaking the mixed feeling of surprise and shame out of his head.

"Fuck yeah..." Izon groans, taking in a harsh breath. "I can feel the power. It's everywhere! Especially here!" He grips his cock, pre oozing out of it in response to the touch. "Eroarcana is the true path to magical understanding and power."

"You may have power, Auhrul says, "But you haven't the discipline to wield it!"

Auhrul rushes forward again, leaping up high, fingers ready to strike at Izon's temple.

Izon grabs Auhrul, engulfing his face with his hand. The larger dragon boy slams the lizard man down against the ground with a mighty "CRACK!"

Auhrul groans, but grabs at the femboy's wrist, straining with his might to lift the massive arm against him.

"So... much... power!" Izon growls. "The might of a dragon! I'm about to burst!"

He lifts his hand free, groaning as the energy crackles through him.

Seeing his opportunity, Auhrul pushes his hands against the ground and lifts himself up, only to be slammed back down by a massive, warm, turgid thing that knocks him back to the ground.

Izon falls on top of him, on his hands and knees, eyes rolled back, tongue rolled out, groaning as his massive dong pins the monk to the floor of the arena. With no hesitation and no thought about what he was doing, the former kobold thrusts forward, letting his muscle rub against the firm and scaled body of his opponent.

Auhrul, trapped underneath a massive dong, wraps his arms around the mighty thing, pushing and heaving, trying to get up out of it. He's stuck beneath Izon's powerful pole. He tries to focus on escape, despite the oozing precum dripping down over his crown and down over his face. Despite his predicament, he cannot help but marvel at the sheer manliness of someone who was a little kobold woman just a few minutes ago.

Grunting, he tries to squeeze and roll over, but all he does is manage to jerk the thing off.

Blood pumps through Izon's body, mixed with the swell of magic. It isn't long before the thing covering Auhurl's body tenses up in preparation for the inevitable.

Izon roars, his sounds of orgasm rocking the arena around them, cracking the floor and sending large spurts of cum shooting up into the air. When he pulls back, it's a blast right against Auhrul's face and then his chest, firing off in multiple spurts that spread out across the floor.

When Izon finally wakes up from the climax, he sits upon his knees, glancing down at the cum-stained figure beneath him, coughing up in defeat and embarrassment.

Auhrul has not felt a soreness like this in a long while. The monk just lays back, his chest slowly rising and falling in the glistening cum. His path to glory in the Tournament sent to an abrupt and humiliating end by such an unexpected result.

A moment later, and the weight upon him dissipates, Izon returns to her usual self, sitting at his knees.

"W... whoa..." Izon mutters, looking at her hands. "This power... it's so great...."

Coughing, Auhrul pushes himself up, his arms shaking. He barely has the energy to wipe the jizz from his jowls. "You... you must... learn control... if you are to succeed." He says, groaning and finally falling back, passed out.

Izon stands. With a wave of her hand, tatters and rags rejoin and cling to her body, reforming her outfit. "Control?" she giggles at the idea. "What madness is this? I am in perfect control. Just because I enjoy, my power doesn't mean I do not understand how to use it. No..." she steps away from him, turning her nose up away from her opponent. "I need no more control, as I am the ultimate power here in the Tournament of Pleasure!" She raises her hands up to the crowd. "Hear it now, oh gods: I've learned the secrets of what you desire from us. I've studied from all the champions. And now, I shall succeed and defeat all of the remaining champions. No one shall stand in the way of Izon!

She snickers and disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving everyone to consider her words.

Izon finds herself falling to her knees back in her room, one hand moving down between her legs while another runs over her frills. She pants quickly, her eyes shaking and unfocused, her breath ragged. "F... fuck..." she gasps. "The eroarcana... the power... it's... it's incredible!"

"Oh, I bet it is." The door to her room closes.

Izon whirls around, seeing the elf standing before her. "Ah, you?"

Elicia smirks. "You want to win this Tournament, little Izon? You want to have all the power in the world? I can show you what that power truly is, but you need to know the price."

As the elf speaks, a tent forms underneath her dress. "Do you think you are ready?"