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The thick flourish of the island set it in a deep green that reached up towards the sunny day that was only just now half over. The early fight from this morning had ended well and those who participated had been permitted plenty of time to clean themselves off. Those others who didn't participate were already starting to enjoy the station of the loser from that struggle, introducing her to their slowly growing numbers and showing her what kind of initiation they were expecting to put her threw. These new matches that went along in the background meant little, they were presented for fun, for training, for practice, but deep down each of them hoped that the ones that put them into this group would be joining them soon enough so that these tournament losers could have their revenge and prove that their loss may very well have been a fluke. For those that remained in the tournament, though, this was a fun show between matches, non-permitted to participate, but enjoying watching those that were put into these after fight struggles get what comes to those who lose in a tournament like this.

Even with all of the girls enjoying themselves down below in their little non-tournament fights the hostess kept to herself high above in her throne, sitting there and holding a round fruit. The dark blue scales of her upper lip spread from the yellow scales that ran over her jaw, throat, and over the front side of her body all the way down the insides of her limbs and tail. Her eyes closed easily as the taste of this island's rare fruit passed over her tongue and down her throat. The sounds of moans, cries, struggle, and battle echoed through her island, hitting the higher mountain and passed between the trees. It was easy to say that these girls could be loud at times, but a tournament like this was important, and having an island that she ruled over gave her the obvious position of being the one to host it. Even while they played amongst themselves, they all knew what was at stake here. There was no world ending threat here, no great evil to contest with, no raising purpose for them all to come together under one banner, this was a simple tournament. These girls didn't fight to save the planet, they fought for something far more important to each of them. These girls fought for their pride, for their dignity, for the ability to say to all of the others that she was the one to stand over all of them in fighting capability and skill. All those worthy scaled girls from around the world were brought here for that purpose and that purpose only. Of course, that meant a very clear point that many new comers may not have been made aware of yet. Sumethil was every bit a fighter to be worthy to stand against them as well. Even as a hostess to the tournament her pride was also on the line and with the fruit vanishing from her hand down her throat she'd slowly rise up from her seat, hands gripping the arms of the throne while she pushed herself up to make her long trek down to those fighting. It was time for this dragoness to put announce the next fight.

In minutes she was down there with the rest of them at the beach, the sight of boob grabbing, wrestling, girls rolling around in the sand filled her notice while she stepped easily out among them. Eyes turned towards the dark blue dragoness and while some instantly paid attention to the promise a new fight to witness others continued their struggle unknowing that she was there at all. Seeing those that were unknowingly ignoring her the lightning based dragoness made her way towards them. The power dampeners around the island prevented her from simply scorching their scaled hides, but that didn't mean that she couldn't step between them and keep the two apart long enough for her to gain their attention as well. Soon they'd stop fighting, realizing that with Sumethil here the were going to get to see the next unlucky pawn of their brawl induced recruitment drive fall out of this tournament. It wasn't so say that losing from the competition was a good thing, but they did have a lot more fun fighting the other losers than the people who are forced to sit at the sidelines and wait for the second round of bouts to begin.

As the blue hostess stepped away from those that were no longer fighting she'd smile to all of them, turning her head slowly from one to the next. Not a single one knew what among them would be selected for the next fight, who would be ordained to have the right to show off their fighting skills and climb to the next level in this fight while the loser gets thrown to the others that have fallen to participate in their private struggles all about. Those that were left to fight in this fight round were ready, they wanted to put their skills to the test, but only two of them would get to out of the three that remained. It drew the curiosity between them as to what the third person would be doing up until the second round, but what these three girls didn't know was that their own hostess was also to participate, something she'd kept to herself up until now.

"The last round was a nice... sticky match between two down to earth fighters. This one will need to be a well fought brawl where the earth is no longer an obstacle to get in our way..." She announced turning her head to the sky easily, knowing that she was giving a very broad battlefield for the next match to take place, but also knowing that any fighter would want to show off, and that would leave the two to stay just close enough that those here would be able to witness the fight without trouble.

"I'm sorry, you said 'our way' in this. Don't you mean 'your way'?" Asked the a tall, blue dragoness. White hair parted to the side down the length of her face as she stepped forward to look over her hostess. The soft british accept touching her words with a succulent, "olden world" tone that drew eyes directly to her, especially a pair of crimson eyes that looked from the sidelines.

Sumethil had to giggle at this easily, her soft smile showing that she was caught in her own quip as she nodded in agreement to her sister-in-scales alone. "It seems I've tipped my hand. I, Sumethil, will be the next participant in this tournament, and I do believe that your loud mouth, Lazurin, has volunteered you to be my opponent once again." The soft smirk rolling over the two pairs of blue lips as they were both reminded by those simple words the results of their last fight together when Sumethil had found her way behind the lovely ice dragoness and drove her to crying out in defeat. This was a different competition, though, and both of them knew that the results could just as easily be completely different.

"Things are going to be quite different this time, Summy. I'm not simply going to go easy on you." She explained to her hostess, her wings spreading easily as she'd flap them down hard, easily lifting her into the air with a simple push of air against the ground. This fight was to take place in the sky, well in the air anyway, and while she didn't have a problem with this, the idea of fighting while flying was always something that intrigued this white haired girl.

Sumethil moved to flap her wings as well, the ground rolling from her feet down to the tips before she was lifted upward easily off of the ground. They didn't need to go far, just high enough that the earth's surface wouldn't be in the way in their fight. The soft smirk on the hostess lips driving her to even lift herself just slightly above her opponent's position. "You don't know how to go easy on people Laz, but things are going to be easier, this time you're going to be begging me to continue instead of stop."

The taunting had concluded, the british, white haired beauty of a blue dragoness moved fast towards the monster queen, sending her full body out to her. Many would believe that fighting in the air would be an advantage over fighting on the ground. You were able to attack at more angles, but that was only of the only real positives to it. While fighting on the ground was about balance or else you risk falling down fighting in the air is more so, and there was a lot further down that you can fall. Every punches, every slash, every slam, had to be counter-weighted in some way in order to permit the fighters to maintain their ability to remain in the air. A flap every so often wasn't enough, it needed to be near constant and forced to the two to bob with the movement. This fight was going to be far less about who could overpower the other than it would be about who could remain in the air longer before their wings tired out. Luckily they were both dragons and flying was something something that these two amazing girls were far more than accustomed to, even able to keep their altitude while hold onto the other. It was a fight like this that showed not only who the better fighter happened to be, but who the better dragon was.

The two different tones of draconic roaring rose through the island, the British trained soldier of a blue reptile raced towards her opening in the air, claws extended wide as she felt her fingers interlock with the tournament hostess. The mix of blue scales on blue scales starting to blur the two together as they twisted, turned and churned through the air, each one trying to beat her wings just right in order to attempt at sending the opponent downwards into the ground. Tails swung fast, legs raking out in strong movements and the two busty beauties continued their hard assault against one another. Between them these two blue dragons were strong fighters, forged in the ways of fighting out on their own battlefields. For Lazura it was the cold fields that forced her to compete with her sister, Cermina, in devastating open combat, and for her opponent the island queen earned her title by taking on giants stories taller than herself and coming out with this land tamed under her rule. Between them their experience was grand, but only one understood true strategy and how to apply it effectively in battle.

The fin-lined blue tail easily moved to wrap around the half yellow one, jerking downwards in a fast and strong motion in order to force the both of them to rotate their spiraling and twisting struggle with the intention of placing Sumethil under her. As the island ruler worked to recover from this Lazurin moved that tail out again, this time looking to wrap her prehensile tail quickly around her opponent's wing, trapping it's movement and causing the hostess to call out immediately in shock just before the feeling of the ground impacting her spine with the force of both their weight caused her to collapse for a second under the skill soldier. The soft grunting sounds from the large breasted yellow creature feeling that weight press down on her, their soft chests crushing down against one another while the blue face of Sumethil felt the hot breath of her attacker brush across her scaled cheeks. Even treads of white hand brushed down over her head forcing her to roll her crown-like horned crest just to avoid it. Having been crashed into the ground didn't mean that she had to deal with hair trying to snake its way about her body.

The pain that coursed through the tournament hostess presented her to lift her chest, trying everything to get up off of the ground and only to find her fingers still wrapped around Lazurin, but now with the british dragoness's blue hands forcing Sumethil's down hard into the ground just on either side of the queen's head. The two pairs of eyes stared at one another, panting breaths from either side lifting to meet the two just between their faces. Those large yellow breasts jutting out while she continued to struggle, fighting to get this ice dragoness off of her. Hips rolling, shoulders shifting against the sand, and with no grip to solid ground Summy quickly realized she was only digging her own trench to be pinned down further in. It wasn't until that blue clawed hand started gripping the queen's tighter that she felt those sharp claws trying to slowly, and painfully, dig into the backs of Sumethil's wrists. A call of pain echoing out and her body shaking harder in the same to drive her further down with more and more sand being spread out from under her and soon the feeling of water coming to fill that hole when she dug herself low enough and the waves of tide started to begin rolling in.

Sumethil had to escape this, had to get away from both the crashing water as well as the ice dragoness that was holding her down so well. Her legs were near useless, kicking against the sand to seek any from of grip while the ground rock continued to spread out around her, her wings were under her preventing her from even starting to get away with that method, and even her shoulders were locked down thanks to her hands being crushed against the sand in that painful grip. It was only now that she regretted having activated the power dampeners, an electric shock could easily solve this problem without trouble, but for now she had to rely only on her skills that she's acquired being the ruler of this island, and without any strategies left to use at all her head finally relaxed back against the sand, gritting her teeth with those claws digging past her scales. Her eyes narrowed deeply, and with one final breath she'd turn her head to the side.

"Giving up?" The full blue, white haired, dragoness asked easily with a soft smirk over her lips, "Wouldn't expect that from a so called queen of Monster Island."

She turned those eyes back to her heavy opponent, watching her for only a second, "No... but you're going to wish I had."

In a fast movement the blue and yellow tail whipped up fast, coming to crush hard against the Lazurin's blue body right into her ribs. In her relaxed state she couldn't defend herself from the blue and in a deep roar into the air she felt herself bare down harder against the sand leaving that same tail to whip once again, but this time aiming to wrap around the ice dragon's throat, pulling her backwards and forcing her to release those hands she held so that she could wrap her fingers around the tail that was pulling her backwards. As her head was jerked hard by the neck and those hands having released the blue and yellow dragoness it was now time to make a full on attack of her own. Sumethil's hands still hurt, red fluid running down the backs of her arms, but with a loud roar she'd call out openly to Lazurin, sending those yellow palmed hands up fast to wrap her own fingers around the luscious breasts of the british beauty. Eyes widened from behind the tail as her large tits were crushed down in the hands of the monster queen, the tail finally released that neck as a hard and fast pull of them to the side forcing the ice dragoness to roll, sending her down onto her back in the sand before wings started to flap once more, again lifting Sumethil into the air as if towering over her opponent with the sun to her back, allowing her hover there for a bit with the vision of an angel filling the eyes of the European trained soldier that was forced to lift out her hand from the eclipse that the draconic body was casing in front of the flaming orb that rested behind her in the sky.

The deep grown helped the white haired dragoness to her feet, eyes blazing with a furious rage from being so close to ending the fight and then being tricked like that at the last second. As her wings beat against the sand Lazurin was lifted immediately into the air at full speed, her movement twisting through the air in a hard spiral and as the two blue dragons once again met in the hanging height of the sky the british beauty forced her shoulder directly into the yellow stomach of the queen's body forcing the busty hostess to fold her body around that shoulder with the force of the drive sending her back. Arms arched forward only due to the hard impact given to her and finally as the impact ended and Sumethil felt the force of the dragon's shoulder release her into the air did she groan out easily with her arms wrapped around her abs. Arms near limply lifted to try and guard herself, the breath of the dragoness finding itself more difficult to catch up even with the wings maintaining her flight. The shudder of her body forcing the queen to try and back away slowly enough to keep on the defensive until her winded body could recover from that blow.

Lazurin wasn't about to give her time to recover, though, not as long as she was able to keep fighting and with a fast series of punches aimed directly at her generous hosts face this fellow blue beast was looking to keep Summy on the ropes for as long as possible, wear her down, tear her apart if she needed to. Those arms did well to keep the defense up, but even that wasn't able to last forever. In time the dragoness felt her stinging forearms starting to drop, starting to suffer from the impacts of the attack until a few punches knocked her face from one side to the other in a heavy and devastating attack that dropped a few feet in the air when she forgot to keep flapping. By the time Sumethil was able to look back at her opponent the white haired beast was already back on her once again. The long blue tail working to wrap around that yellow waistline only for the sake of keeping her in place as her feet made a hard drive straight into the host's gorgeous breasts compressing them against her body and forcing those arms to find two new targets to guard with her hands cupping her breasts as Sumethil ground her teeth in body jarring pain.

Her grunting movement slipping back away from the ice dragoness, eyes working to try and remain locked on her, but when she went to look from her bruised breasts to the location she remembered the dragoness being last this queen gave a gasp that her opponent seemed to be gone entirely. A head turned to the left, to the right, and nothing followed, but when she looked up she didn't see anything there either. The path that her opponent had taken had been a much lower one, dropping down below the dragoness in order to close in behind her. By the time Sumethil felt those massive breasts pressed against the square of her back she'd already start struggling, but the difference between them was that as a peace keeper she was strong against the monsters that lived on this island, but Lazurin was a soldier, she was trained to be strong, her while her muscles were less bulky than Summy's they were far more dense. With the monster queen struggling to be released, those arms only wrapped more tightly around her, forcing her to groan easily from the tight hold that the ice dragon had on her.

With only a slight adjustment to the grip Lazurin soon found her hand filled with large, yellow breast meat, the feeling of the soft mounds finally in her grasp drew a deep smile from the ice dragoness and a deep moaning from the hostess. Her back being forced to arch forward and feel more of that massive tit into the waiting grip as folds of breast mold between the finger tips to allow the hand to sink in deeper. Even Summy wasn't sure if she was struggling to escape, or giving into that tight grip around her fat chest. It was the other hand that was the real challenge, though, those cold scales from the british dragoness slid down over the queen's tightly packed abs, her hips already kicking in anticipation for the feeling of fingers being provided to it, legs even spreading from the discomfort of the swollen cunny dripping freely at the feeling of that middle finger finally brushing against her clit and forcing a deep cry of pleasure out of her body. It wasn't that Sumethil was giving into this brutish brawler, but after the beating she'd been taking ever sense the start of this fight she was now starting to have trouble just managing to struggle let alone fight back.

The ice dragon wings flapped hard, making sure to keep the both of them up in the air while the queen's wings fought to get free only to find that the grip placed on her body kept those wings bound against her side. There was nothing she could do to spread them and even in a deep and full cry of pleasure from having her cunny tortured by this slow working technique even the hostess of this tournament had to admit that she was in trouble, locked in place and simply waiting for her own body to finally give out. Even with her eyes rolling to the back of her head this lightning dragoness still struggled, her tail whipping back once again, but this time was caught by the ice dragon tail that immediately wrapped around it, jerking it down into place and holding it firmly there and leaving the queen to slowly feel her strategies for escape fading away one move at a time.

A loud gasp filled the air, her body quivering and wanting to release, but in the last second she tensed down holding herself off just for a little longer as she groaned to the feeling of needing to allow that flood to escape her body. Hips starting to shake, head leaning back and soon she was pressing herself against her assailant, unable to fight back any longer, her last minute trick to hold off her climax used up and already she was prepared to release this fight, to release her pride and give herself over to this ice dragon who had done so well to dominate the fight in every way. The brutal battle that had left her beaten, dominated, and soon enough humiliated, would drive a tightness from her thighs just as she felt her body cry out loudly, the feeling of her river finally running free from her dammed up lips, the feeling of her body releasing everything, even the tone of her voice calling out to the air around her made this queen find herself unable to inhale until her fluids had run dry. The panting breath, her head falling forward in defeat, and soon a release of her body would send the dragoness straight down towards the hard sand of the beach. Sumethil hadn't released how high up they were until she looked down, her body non-responding to the feeling of it dropping down slowly from the sky. All she could do was wait for that impact, wait for that hard cracking of whatever bone hit the ground first, eyes closing in anticipation, but acceptance until her figure landed against the softness of strong arms and large breasts coming to cradle her just before she would have become a blue, yellow, and red dragoness. With her eyes opening slowly she smiled at the black and red drake that held her firmly, those crimson eyes turning up towards her sister set so high in the sky, and even as she gave a deep snarl at the british bitch, she knew that her chance to take her on in the tournament had ended just like Sumethil's just had.