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Clarendala, daughter of Xasandra, inheritor of the powers of the goddess of fertility, kneels in her room at La Floresian Eternale, her head bowed and her hands clasped together.

"Mother," the yellow dragoness begins. "Please, do not punish Draykan for showing me the joys of sex. If anyone should be punished, then let it be me who suffers for the transgression, for I was not strong enough to heed your warnings."

A flutter by her window makes the dragoness open one eye. She sniffs the room, a strange static twinge crackling through the air. A moment later, and she smells a burning as her brain throbs in her skull. Grasping her head, Clarendala cries out, tears welling in her eyes.

"It seems your mother has heard your prayers, you slut."

The voice comes from the window, which opens up slowly, without anyone touching anything.

Draykan grumbles as he sits back at the lounge. Across from him, the ambassador of the dragon council stands in her human disguise. "So," she begins, failing at hiding the growl in her voice. "The council, as I've suspected, aren't happy with your indiscretion. Master Treandelode did not wish to be outside of Xasandra's good graces, and you've gone and shattered them."

"I've met with Xasandra. If she wanted to do something, she'd get at me soon enough, I think."

"Perhaps she already has struck you infertile. Maybe, she's waiting for you to face off against her priestess in the Tournament? It would be a good opportunity to make a mockery of all dragon kind."

"If she did something like that to me, then I know where to go to lodge a complaint." He sits up. "Besides, I'm more worried about Clarendala."

"Of course, because why wouldn't you be? More worried than those of your own kind?"

"She's a dragon, too," Draykan snaps.

The ambassador is silent.

"No, sorry. I'm just... this Tournament is really getting to me. I wanted to win, and I didn't. Tik Tik wanted to have fun, and she isn't, and it doesn't seem like I can do anything about any of it. And now, Clare's head aches, and I have to wonder if that's my fault, and I-"

He stops, sitting up.

The ambassador spins around. "Did you hear that?" When she turns back around, Draykan is already rushing past her and down towards Clarendala's room.

Floating over the dragoness is the tall and voluptuous form of Galenna, the psionic elf Champion. She holds a porcelain hand out while staring with cold gray eyes down towards the cowering girl before her. "I don't care who you are or who your mommy is. No one steals my Drayky away from me!"

Gritting her teeth, Clarendala tries to push herself up, but a white boot presses against the back of her head, pinning her down.

"No, no, no, we can't have you fighting back. As long as you're around, Draykan will be far too distracted to compete in the Tournament. Then how are we going to meet in our match and show the entire Cosmos our love?"

The door shatters, but the splinters stop in mid-air before thudding harmlessly to the floor. On the other side of the demolished portal stands Draykan, breathing heavily, staring down at the elf.

"Galenna...?" his demeanor becomes one of shock as he stares at the woman, one leg detached from her body. "What are you doing here?" Seeing Clarendala upon the floor, though, ignites a glow in his eyes, his voice becoming a terrible rumble. "What did you do!?"

"I've simply helped you regain your senses before you did anything foolish," Galenna says, fluttering her eyes. "After all, you can't just go around fucking any girl you see. You have me!"

Draykan rushes forward, but Galenna's eyes glow. The force of her psionic blast sends him tumbling onto the bed.

"Now, now, Draykan..." she tuts, floating on over to the bed, climbing up on top of him. "Now that we're here, why don't we celebrate our reunion? You don't know what I've had to do, who I've had to work with, to find you again!

Draykan grabs Galenna's arms, squeezing the constructs. "You let go of Clare first."

Galenna pouts. "Aw, Drayky," she whines. "If I do that, you'll just try to subdue me instead of making love to me."

"Not very much in the love-making mood right now." He says, rolling over, pinning her down against the bed.

Galenna pops her prosthetic arms off, but Draykan grabs her by the head, pushing her down against the mattress. He leans in and whispers. "I'm more of a 'stuff you until you're mind broken' sort of mood.

Galenna squeals and squirms under the bed, but she doesn't do anything to stop him. There isn't much in the way of her body through the loose-fitting dress that she wears. The fabric moves aside on its own, exposing for him both of her holes. She quivers and waits to be filled with both of his dragon dicks.

Clarendala pushes herself up, rubbing her dully throbbing head.

Draykan looks over his shoulder towards her, motioning towards the door.

She stares at him with wide eyes.

He grits his teeth and nods again.

"What are you doing, Drayky...? I don't feel anythaaa!"

Galenna doesn't get a chance to finish her words, as at that moment, both of Draykan's dicks shove up into her with little regard for her. He knows very well that this girl likes it rough, and the rougher he is, the less likely she is to notice his glancing towards the window.

Her hands move up along his back, pressing against him, ushering him closer to her. One leg wraps around the dragon, pushing him in deeper, wanting to feel those cocks so deep inside to fill up her womb, to go all the way through her if it could!

That would be the most beautiful thing for her!