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The acolytes of love point up at the sky as the blue dragon swoops down, landing upon the marble-tiled garden path. Murmurs and giggles fill the trainees’ conversation as he smiles towards them. Still, they all head off on their own duties and the like, leaving only one male dressed in a simple loose toga that did little to hide his smooth features. “Sir Draykan,” he begins, placing a hand upon his heart. “Head Priestess Tymara is not here at the moment, but she extends her congratulations on your first victory in the Tournament of Pleasure.”

“It’s nothing, really. Just the first round. I figured It’d be no problem. If the Priestess comes back and needs me, I’ll be here.”

The young man bows and walks off, casting one last wistful eye at the dragon. Draykan does get that a lot from the various members of the temple, but he often keeps to himself. When he isn’t alone or with Tymara, however, there is one other person he checks in on.

He makes his way through the garden, passing a few more acolytes and visitors enjoying the afternoon sunshine. Some gather around scrying glasses, watching the other battles happening in the Tournament. Among these viewers is a woman dressed in a dark blue set of robes, covering most of her face and body in the obscuring outfit. Draykan finds a seat next to her on her bench. He doesn’t pay attention to the screen, and he just asks. “Something been troubling you, Es?”

The woman sighs, leaning in against his arm. “Draykan…” she says, reaching into her robe. “Things have been so nice. You’ve been kind, too kind, but…”

He raises an eyebrow. “But…?”

She pulls her hand free, producing from it a scroll. “This arrived today. It was addressed to me.”

Draykan frowns. “No one should know you’re here.”

“And yet, they do.” She hands the scroll up to him.

Draykan snatches the scroll, his frown only becoming deeper. “This is…”

“Yes, I’ve been invited to the Tournament of Pleasure.”

“You can’t be thinking about-”

“I am,” she says, standing up, her cloak billowing. He stands up himself, towering over her. “Your quest for power is what led to your downfall. If it weren’t for me, you’d have been killed by those you had wronged, Es,”

“Perhaps, but I feel my power returning. I must prove myself. I must show the world I am capable of great things.”

“Why…? To cause harm to others again? To murder and ra-”

“No!” Es shouts, clenching her fists. “That’s not it. I cannot live a life of hiding. You saved me, but I must have a life worth living to be worth it. I leave tomorrow to meet my sponsor. I was hoping you would train with me today.

“Train? With the Dark Mistress of the Tower? No.”

Es gulps, her eyes wavering.

He places his hand upon her cheek, and as he does so, her eyes go from a deep crimson to a sea blue.

“But, I would train with you, Es.”

And so, the training grounds for the paladins of love is opened up to the two Champions of Pleasure. Es shows off her magical might, throwing spells at the dragon, who deflects and counters many of them. When he rushes in for a physical strike, she spins around. Suddenly, a draconic tail emerges from behind her, slapping Draykan aside. He stumbles along the ground, only for a clawed hand to grab at his throat, crackling with magical energy as she knocks him down to the ground.

“Ooofh… that’s a new trick,” he says, a smile over his face as she sits upon his chest.

“You like it? I’ve been looking inwardly at my magic,” she says teeth becoming sharp and eyes turning to a wild gold. She gives Draykan some scratches under his chin and stands up, her body changing to a light sky blue, her hair going wild. “I’m thinking of even going for a new look, too, but I haven’t nailed it down yet. Maybe some other time.”

The cock crows and Es and Draykan pull themselves up. Es shifts back to a more recognizable form. “Yeah, for now, we need to get you to the herald. Strange, Tik Tik arrives through the Stick of Champions. I wonder why this herald doesn’t have that?” He shrugs it off, and the two of them head out from the temple, making their way to a nearby crossroads. They are greeted by another traveler in a cloak and hood, obscured by the shadows of the early morning.

“Ah, Estrasa, welcome,” the woman’s voice is warm and inviting, and yet, Draykan can’t help but frown when he hears them. “Let us get going. There is much to discuss at the Tournament.”

Es grows a few feet and gives Draykan a kiss upon the cheek before she shrinks back down to a less intimidating form. She approaches the hooded figure, who lifts a gloved hand, revealing the teleportation circle inscribed into the ground.

“It’s been a pleasure seeing you again, ‘Drayky,” the woman speaks, pulling down her hood. Emerald hair spills over her shoulders, and fiery orange eyes flash towards him. “Just know that what happens next isn’t a personal attack on you.. This concerns Tik Tik.”

Draykan’s eyes widen, and he rushes forward, reaching a hand out for Es, but he catches only ethereal magical remnants. The two women are gone.

It’s her… that elf… the one Draykan met at the Masquerade.

But why…?

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The Aldevan Masquerade is filled with many casual encounters that Draykan delights in. Throughout his own trysts, he has to tell his partners for the evening to avoid touching his horns. Otherwise, woes can be forgotten, and life can be simple in a world becoming so increasingly complicated. Things, however, become complicated when he meets his stalker again.Galenna—a fellow survivor of the cult that had so tortured him.

“Fancy meeting you here, Drayky…” the elf says, despite her masque, her prosthetics are instantly recognizable. “Didn’t think I would recognize you with that golden disguise you’re wearing? You still smell the same. I caught your musk from down the hall. I just had to find you again, after you ran away.”

Draykan holds onto her disembodied wrist, narrowing his eyes and pulling her up against him. “I wasn’t running away from you. I was leading you away. You’re dangerous, Galenna. You harm those who would try to help you.”

“Oh, you mean those who would keep you away from me?” she asks, pouting. “Don’t worry. I’ve kept track of everyone you’ve slept with since the temple. I’m planning on visiting each of them: that mouse, all of the kobolds, including that obnoxious pink one running around here, even that pet project of yours that you picked up from the Tower of Darkness.”

He snorts at that, growling under his breath. “You will not hurt any of them,”

She flutters her eyes, “And how are you going to stop me?”

He sighs, and then presses his hand against the small of her back, pulling her in and pushing their lips together. She melts into his kiss, her hands pressing against his back, rubbing over his shoulders, dislocating from her natural body. Her moans are loud, breaching from their locked lips in a wild and passionate embrace.

Her fingers run up along his shoulders and up over his neck. He huffs and lets go of her, grabbing onto her wrists. “No,” he growls. “I don’t want to harm you. I want to help you.”

“Just like your other woman?” Galenna says, sighing. “How noble, just like the Drayky I know. How nostalgic.”

“Why don’t I show you something else you’ll find nostalgic,” he says, nodding downwards towards the bulge in his outfit.

Galenna licks her lips. “Oh, that, I can really reminisce about.” She chuckles, her hands shooting down from up high, tracing over his muscles until she tugs his pants down, letting his cocks spring free.

She wastes no time jumping onto his dicks, sliding her body on with a psychic precision with one cock in her sex and the other up her butt. She throws her head back, screaming as she lowers herself onto him, rocking over his manhood and pumping her body along his lengths, all while her legs remained.

Draykan holds onto her, huffing and thrusting. If this was the way to secure everyone, he’d happily give her what she wants. But afterward, it will have to be rehabilitation, a long and strenuous process, but one he hopes he can accomplish for her.

He pushes her up against the wall. Draykan thrusts up into her, kissing at her neck and asserting his dominance. Galenna’s eyes roll back, her tongue rolls out, and she begs for more of him. She begs to be filled, and he cannot help himself. He thrusts deep into her. His lengths hilt and fire off with his full spray deep into her.

When he finally pulls back away from her, her arms and legs reattach to her body, and she slides down against the wall and onto the floor.

“Oooh, Drayky… to have your seed… one of these days, I will be a proud mother of your child… so many little babies born that will bear your strong, heroic traits. Isn’t that wonderful?”

He smirks a moment but hides it by turning away, pulling his pants back up. “We can talk about that later, and I’ll be happy to give them to you if you come with me and get the help you deserve.”

She frowns at that, but nods and pushes herself up. “Hm…, very well… if it really means that much to you and you’re willing to give me your full attention…?” she holds off.

He thinks about Estrasa and mutters an apology she would not hear before nodding. “Very well. I’ll devote myself entirely to you once we leave Anteronia. That’s how much this matters to me.”

She claps her hands together, a girlish squeal escaping the elf’s lips. “Oh, very good! Thank you so much, Drayky! I’ll get ready, and we can leave this place just after I go powder my nose.”

“Very well, but I’ll be watching you,”

She giggles. “Oh, Drayky… I didn’t think you were into that.” She purrs at this.

“N… no, I’ll just wait outside!”

And wait outside he does, standing in the hallway as some guests come and go to relieve themselves in between sessions of rutting. His attention piques when he sees a particularly beautiful elf with green hair and burning orange eyes pass by him. She glances at him with a little smirk on her face. She gives him a quick “good evening, dragon,” and, for a moment, he swears he sees his fellow knight Tybalt in her gaze.

The woman enters and leaves the restroom, and he thinks nothing more of her. But then thirty minutes pass, and then an hour with no sign of Galenna. He takes a deep breath and marches on into the women’s restroom, only to see that it has a large window on the far end—one that a psychic like Galenna could use to escape from the house.

It was since that time that Draykan believed he was tricked. Still, seeing that same elf again, deceiving Es and taking her away, Draykan has to think that something else is afoot. Something nefarious is happening during this Tournament of Pleasure.