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"The Tournament of Pleasure is the purview of the gods. They have selected many champions from the mortals, but there their choices are quite lacking, indeed."

"Even the divines that exist among our ranks have forsaken us in this time of great upheaval. Why should we sit back and let them dictate the material plane while they do not acknowledge our splendor?"

"Now, now, the divines have their reasons. Let them have their game. We will have our domains whether one champion wins over another."

"Fuck their reasons! I want to be among the contenders!"

"We have a representative already. The young blue dragon."

"That one? Pah! He is unworthy."

"Oh really? If you think he's such an unworthy addition, why don't you take him out of the competition, yourself?"

"Very well, I think I will..."

Draykan lays on the bed offered to him at the Nexus of the Tournament of Pleasure. The amenities here are relaxing, and it gives the dragon time to think about everything that's happening. Plus, it has this thing called 'Room Service,' where he can send a telepathic message down towards the kitchens to get him something. It's a neat thing--quite luxurious.

While he waits, he keeps his eyes upon the scrying broadcast of the most recent battle between Cornel and Estrasa. While he should be cheering on his student, he finds himself wondering about the hermaphrodite dragon creature. Hir form is unlike any dragon he knows. Well, that is a pretty small pool, really. Draykan's experience with his own kind has been quite lacking..

The knock on the door must have been the Room Service he ordered. "Come in!" Draykan calls.

The door opens, and Draykan knows that something is off. He rolls off of the bed, only for the robed woman to pounce on the mattress. He stands tall, spreading his wings to fill the room, his eyes glowing with righteous rage. "You're not room service!"

"I am no kind of service, whelp!" The woman speaks in the dragon's tongue. She grips the bedsheets, her human facade falling as she rips through her robes, bulging into muscled scales and a curvy, feminine form. The red-scaled female before him peers at him with glowing eyes of her own--four of them... on two heads!"

"How could the gods choose you to be their champion?" One spits.

"Surely, they have their reasons," the other consoles.

Draykan shakes his head. "W... wait. You're... like me... no... what the... you're a..."

The two-headed dragon stands up. Though she has an anthropomorphic shape as he does, he senses something more profound in her.

"I am not like you," the one head says, narrowing her eyes.

The other furrows her brow, frowning. "You are a damaged soul. Your true abilities cast aside in an attempt to make you a weapon."

"I can never accept you as a representative of dragon-kind!

"Unless you prove yourself worthy."

"Worthy? Oh, no, I will beat him at his own, lewd game just to show him how weak he truly is."

Draykan snorts at that. "Well, then, I know where this is going," Draykan says, dropping his trousers and letting his unmistakable double dicks spring free and ready. "You wanna go?"

The one head hisses, while the other stares, wide-eyed. "Of course, you'd want to seek perversion right away with no more discussion!"

"Oh my, you really are a specimen."

"You traitor!"

Draykan shrugs. "Well, you can see why the gods chose me, so I guess there's that." He grabs the waistband and pulls his pants up.

"No!

"Wait!"

He stops, just below his cocks. "You change your minds?"

One bites her lip--the other grits her teeth.

"You impudent child," one head snarls.

"He's still learning the ways of dragon-kind," the other says, "but I wouldn't call him a child... not at all!"

"Do I take it as a 'yes, let me have that dick, Dray?"

The female dragon grabs Draykan by the shoulders and presses him up against the wall. "I'll be the judge of your skills, boy!" One head growls.

"Oh, don't worry. This won't hurt."

"Hey, that's my line!" Draykan says, but he can't say more, as she lines up her hips, taking his cocks, double-penetrating into her draconic slit.

One head tilts back, letting out a growling huff. "H... ha... not bad..."

Draykan lifts his arms, supporting the back of his head in the palms of his head. "Well, if you want me to take the lead, I'll happily, mmph-!"

The second head locks lips with him. It's a sensation the blue dragon can't say he's experienced. The tongues are battling not in total dominance of his own accord, but in a give-and-take between them.

Draykan removes his hands from his head and runs them down along the dragon's body, gripping at her tush, and coaxing her along his shaft faster. He thrusts forward himself, the two of them kissing, while the third head among them huffs and puffs and rolls her eyes back.

With a final thrust, Draykan holds her to him, hilting deep into her and firing off both orgasms into her waiting womb. When he lets go of her, she slides off of him, falling back onto the bed.

"You dare presume to come inside!?"

"Oh, please, give it a rest. It was a real treat.

Draykan smacks his forehead. "Oh, great. Are you two going to get bred too and use this kid against me?"

The two look at each other and then to him. "Whatever are you talking about?"

"Do you make it a habit of siring unwanted children? What kind of dragon even does that?"

He shakes his head. "Nevermind. It's just some issues I have with Xasandra, is all."

"Xasandra," both heads speak in unison. Soon, though, their voices form together, and the woman who entered the room stands beneath him. "I've got nothing to do with her. I come here representing the council of Dragonkind. Draykan... we would like to show you more."

"What... can you show me...?" He asks.

"Your true power. Your true form."