Draykan vs Ralys 2
#102 of Tik Tik and the Tournament of Pleasure
The battle between Draykan and Ra'lys reaches its conclusion. Ral'ys may not be able to use her hypnosis against Draykan, but she knows there is more than one way to make one's way to a man's heart--and to victory.
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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"Aaah..." Ra'lys says. "Not quite fully under my sway, are you? It seems you're ready for the next step," she says, placing a finger upon his forehead. "Let's see what else we can probe from your mind?"
Draykan tenses up, his cocks hardening as his memories flood through him--his times with Clarendala and Galenna and Blair and Xasandra and Squeaks and Tymara and Tik Tik. They all flood through him, and even to his initial discovery by Tybalt, and then-
Ra'lys feels the surge of emotion that rushes through Draykan. All of his anger and all of his hate and all of the darkness that he had thought he had purged from him wells up into his memory and from his soul. But, when it unleashes, it doesn't come out as the dark possession he once had, but rather, the triumphant fight against her hypnotic ways.
The hypnotist stumbles back, hissing. "So, you've protected yourself against such deep probing...?"
Draykan stands up, looking down at her. "I made a deal with the Divine. Your tricks won't work on me."
Ra'lys coos, 'oh, but I don't need to trick you to win this," she hisses in delight. "All I need is to make you submit to me." She says this, getting down to her butt and laying back. "So, come on, then, and show me exactly what you can do!"
Draykan nods and climbs down, grabbing her legs, lifting them up. She's quite flexible, and soon, he can get her into a mating press, both of his cocks lined up to fit inside of her. He thrusts forward, snorting and feeling the sensation of her slit wrapping around both of those lengths.
Ra'lys throws her head back, letting out an overjoyed laugh. "Oh, who thought I could just ask and get what I want!"
Draykan snaps his eyes shut, pushing into her, building up a rhythm. "You're getting more than you bargained for!" he boasts, his cocks filling her up, stretching her out, rubbing against each other in a doubly-impressive stimulation.
Ra'lys's sighs and hisses fill his ears, encompassing all of his thoughts as he thrusts into her. He grabs onto one of her tits, giving her a nice big squeeze. The whole time, she slithers underneath of him, sliding scales upon scales, wrapping arms around his shoulders, digging nails in, lifting hip ups, twitching underneath, and just plain enjoying the sensation of being filled and filling up.
The dragon wraps his arms around the serpent, lifting the two up now so that he is sitting on his knees, her breasts pressed up against his chest as he pulls her towards him. Draykan pushes her down onto him like she's some kind of sock for his dicks.
The whole time, Ra'lys digs her fingers into his shoulders, laughing and hissing and bouncing along with him. Despite his dominance in the sex, she seems to be quite enjoying herself, whispering into his ears things that go unnoticed by the dragon, but not by his mind.
His cocks spread her out and slide deeper into her, nearly knocking at the serpent's innermost core. He thinks about all the times he's been denied in recent times, all those failures and annoying setbacks and realizes that now is not one of those times. Now, he has Ra'lys exactly where he wants her--and he can do anything to her.
He slams her down against the mat, looming over her as she lays on her shoulders. He huffs and bends his knees, thrusting his hips, jackhammering into the mistress of hypnotism without a second thought. This match is his and she is his, and he gets to have all he wants here and now by his own choice!
It isn't long before Draykan throws his head back, roaring out his triumphant orgasm, shooting deep inside her and filling Ra'lys up with his seed.
He stands up, off of her, panting and wiping some drool off of his chin. "Heh... I didn't even have to go all out on ya," he says. Who woulda thought?"
Ra'lys falls to the mat, sprawled out, filled with his seed and cooing in delight.
"Pleasure breeding ya," he says with a wink. "Give me a call sometime if you want more dragon dicking."
"W... will do..." Ra'lys says, closing her eyes and sighing with a smile on her face.
The many-faced form of the angel Hanioc appears around the arena, the multitoned voice of the messenger echoes throughout everyone's minds. "The battle has been decided. The winner is Draykan!
Cheering erupts from the crowd, and Draykan wings off back to his ward in triumph.
Clarendala is there to offer Draykan a towel, which he uses to slide over his sloppy cocks. "Y... you were really impressive, D... Draykan," she says.
"Heh... it was no problem, really," he says. "I actually thought going up against Ra'lys would be a bit tougher, but, you know what? I can take pounding her into submission right away as a great prize."
"You sure do pound well," the female dragon says.
"Hey now," he replies, waggling his fingers. "Don't you get any ideas, 'cause I can't fuck you."
"Y... yeah..." Clarendala says, watching as he heads over to wash himself off. "If only..."
Meanwhile, Ra'lys slinks off back to her own side of the arena. Cynwrig whimpers and grovels at her feet as she walks past him. "M... mistress?" the bug-boy says. "You lost...!"
Elicia, standing at the end of the hallway, speaks up. "Oh, I don't think so, not really."
"Perceptive, aren't you?" Ra'lys says.
"The dragon is one of my target's more annoying friends," the elf says. "I like to keep tabs on him from time to time. It's quite impressive what you've done. There's potent magic in a man's seed. Doubly so for a dragon's."
Ra'lys rubs her stomach. "I'll be taking care of that soon enough."
"But there's something more than that," Elicia says. "You've done something with his mind, haven't you?"
Ra'lys smirks at that. "Well, a girl can't reveal all of her secrets. But... let's just say I've planted a seed of my own, and leave it at that?"
Cynwrig scurries up to Ra'lys, groveling again. "Oh, mistress. You're so wonderful! I knew even a defeat would end in victory for you!"