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Uninvited Tournament Part 24

"What do you think that you're doing?" The blue dragoness roared at the top of her lung. A burning gaze locked in the depths of her eyes betrayed her rage as it washed through her figure. Fingers tensed, teeth ground down against one another, lip remained pulled back in a snarl, and in the sights of her eyes was the red wingless dragon that slowly turned her head back over her own crimson shoulder to give an easy toothy grin at the clear anger being shown towards her.

"Oh... so you did come after all. I guess I owe someone money." She said with a light giggle, easily showing no fear or sign at all that she was in any danger from her obviously upset counterpart.

What had hit the island was something unnatural, something beyond reason and logic. Where the island had been blessed for a while with a cool wind accompanying a bright shining sun, what it had seen today was that of a harsh downpour that covered the island in its waters. Any other day that would be seen as the risk of living on a tropical island, but here the rain had effected those who suffered it. People caught in it turned aggressive, mean, violent. They acted in a way that was far different than what she knew of her friends and rivals, and there was only one being on the island that she knew could do such a thing, could house such power that she could temper the very emotions of another person. Not many fighters here would be sick enough to try such a thing, but not many fighters were sick enough to find joy in doing it either. The magic dampeners around the island had been left off after the finals of the first tournament, needing their long awaited and well earned rest. Even Sumethil had to realize that there weren't many furred fighters that housed magical power enough to worry about, but those scalies, the dragons and dinos from the last tournament were still here. She simply didn't expect them to pull anything so tragic across the island for the sake of playing their games.

"Is that what your game was the entire time? Get the best fighters together and unleash this rain?" Sumethil asked quickly, wanting to know the evil scheme of the red dragoness that stood before her.

The laugh that came off of Nyle was one that matched somebody looking on at the silly antics of a child and finding them amusing. Even the tone that she chose to reply with was one to placate this island queen as if such a status meant nothing to the crimson dragoness. "You speak as if I had some evil scheme this entire time. I came to this island to fight just like everyone else. This, however," The motion that she made towards the rain that fell down around them, "... is just a gift that I give you to help stir things up. A little bit of rage mixed in with a nice long rain storm, and people are fighting the way that fighting was designed to be fought. You're welcome."

Sumethil found herself caught in awe. It wasn't just the fact that Nyle was expecting the island queen to be grateful for screwing around with the other fighters and turning them onto one another in the most horrible way imaginable, but it was the fact that this crimson dragoness had the audacity to actually speak to her like the blue beauty was just some other person. She wasn't just some fighter from far away who came to visit the island because of a tournament, Sumethil was the queen around here, the ruler, the matriarch over monsters that tended to live on her island. She wasn't some normal person, some ordinary girl. It became instantly obvious to this queen that she was going to need to force the red dragoness to respect her authority here.

"You are not going to come here and tamper with MY fighters. That is NOT ok, Nyle. You're going to stop this... now." The queen demanded, ordered. It was clear that she wasn't pleased.

Nyle had to giggle again to the display of authority from this queen. In a way this crimson beast found it amusing when other creatures tried to pretend as though they had authority over her. They were queens, kings, emperors, dukes, duchesses, and here this dragoness stood against them and above them. They were creatures of authority, both earned and born into, and there Nyle existed as a goddess. The ability to control the water around her on a level that she could create rainstorms at will, and Sumethil was going to face her without those power dampeners to cut off her magic. Nyle wasn't psychic by any stretch of the word, but even she knew how this fight was going to end, and planned that when it did that throne was going to need a new sizable rump to crush down against it. Might as well be hers.

"Sumethil, are you really planning to do this?" Nyle asked as she saw the blue dragoness sizing her up, wanting to draw upon her a level of doubt that the crimson monster could take advantage of later, "We both know how this is going to end."

"I wont let you mess with my guests, Nyle. No matter how powerful you believe you are, I'm not going to stand to the side and let you do as you please on my island." The answer came in easily enough, a little wordy, but the intention was very clear.

Nyle only smirked to that, her muscles flexing under her otherwise slender and yet very busty figure. That smile said it all, it told the blue dragoness that the red creature believed that everything was going as she'd planned, but nothing confirmed it more than the words that followed. Their sound was hollow, like a creature who simply failed to mimic the emotion she was trying to finally accepting the conditions that she set for herself. The smile never faded, but those words rolled off of her tongue, "Very well then."

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Those thick, luscious scaled lips curled back into a heated snarl that left the beautiful, busty, blue queen to show her war torn side. It was hard to tell if this rage was fed to her by the rain that had been coming down around her island, or by the sight of the smug crimson dragoness that stood before her with such a level of self permitted disrespect that not even Sumethil could entirely fathom. All fighters had a bit of ego to them, but most knew when to store it, put it away, in order to keep themselves out of trouble. This red dragon didn't even try to hide her bloated opinion of her own fighting skills, she didn't try to set it aside to pull out later, and that was what clearly irked the blue dragoness in such a way. To have someone standing before her with that smirk on her lips and that look of superiority on HER island was a crime that she was going to see punished by her own two claws. It was a crime that left her snarl to echo off of the very pillars of her ruined temple back to her, and when she charged immediately at the red dragoness Sumethil could see the light smirk remain on those lips even when Nyle turned to fully face her. When it came to fighters Nyle wasn't like most of the others. Where many were trained to be fighters this red dragon had always been the trainer. Where other fighters had learned their arts and skills in various places she was born into violence and forged with it. Where these girls saw one another as fighters, as warriors, Nyle saw all people as an infestation to a planet that truly belonged to a higher race of beings and had been given unwisely to creatures with a limited lifespan that will never fully appreciate the work and effort that went into the construction of the very land that they walked on. That was why Nyle didn't show her respect, there was simply none to give.

When the island queen rushed at the red dragoness those crimson claws came down quickly, catching the woman on her shoulders as she went to tackle Nyle and with a lifted knee the crimson dragon would drive the breath out of Sumethil's lungs immediately. It would take the tournament hostess a bit to recover from such a sudden attack, but that bit was not time that Nyle was going to give her. Red fingers sunk their black nails deep into the fleshy mounts of breast fat, squeezing down against the blue bust. Nyle wasn't just squeezing them, though, she was far crueler than that and with an easy smirk that never seemed to leave her scaled lips the dragoness would lift her strong arms up, pulling Sumethil off of her feet by breasts alone and leaving the queen to scream out in pain from the harsh treatment that her raging charge had delivered her into. Blue fingers wrapped around the red wrists, trying to help pull herself up a bit while her feet were forced to dangle. Teeth grinding to the very sensation of torture being forced from her while Nyle just stood there and relished in the pain that she was causing. The very sight of it was like slowly stepping down on the backside of a bug in order to see if you could cause the insides to cum out through the head. The smile was that of sickness, of evil, and while she stood there enjoying the sight of this queen there was only so much that Sumethil was willing to take before unleashing her own strengths back against her horrifying opponent. The look of pain changed, eyes narrowed, and that rage worked to take over once again.

It started off as a tingle running up Nyle's arms, at first being unable to identify what was happening. Nyle was a river dragon with a power over fluids, but Sumethil had her own talents, her own magic to fall back on. What the red dragoness felt wasn't something natural, it wasn't something easy to ignore either, and when the burst of electricity ignited through her crimson figure the pain of it because immediately impossible to ignore. The loud cry of electric pain wracked through her body, jerked her figure, tightened her muscles, before she felted herself to release the hold that she had on those large, plump breasts, so that Sumethil could once again find her feet touching down on the ground. It wasn't often that this lightning dragon used her magic, but in the face of such a creature she was willing to go as far as she needed to. Nyle snarled to this, the first reaction that she'd given since meeting this queen today, but it wasn't a show of respect, but of anger. The sway of her perfectly divided red and white bust swayed with the movement of her shoulder. That body coming to twist and turn in order to bring in that tail like a club, a club that impacted that blue figure right at its yellow stomach and forcing the queen to curl her body over as the harsh grunt was forced from her well battered body. As Sumethil leaned over, though, her arms came to wrap around the tail, hooking her elbows in at it in order to stop the spinning motion in its tracks and leave the attacking red beast to be forced into changing her plans. This blue island queen wasn't about to give her such a time to do so, not now that she finally had this bitch on the defense. Beaten, an bruises, it was now Sumethil's turn to smirk as the electric force once again flowed from her arms to light up the busty red body, jolting her figure two and fro just before a heavy spurt of dragon cream shot from those large red breasts, electricity licking between the two all the way down to the stone panel covered ground.

"You think..." Another hard zap rushed from her body to course through that red dragoness, "I'm going to let you come onto my island..." A following heavy shock ripped through that crimson body, "and mess with my guests? I don't think so."

Those shocks were only there to weaken the red, curvy dragoness, her body steaming with the heat that was forced to course through her and leaving Nyle to pant while she rested for the moment that she wasn't being electrocuted. There was no rest for the crimson dragon, though, not after the way that she had been acting. As Sumethil released the thick tail she'd step in to crush her large blue and yellow breasts up against that toned, but still slender, leaving Nyle to try and find time to react only to find hands reaching up under her crimson arms instead. When those blue fingers cupped around those massive red and right tits the nails would sink into that breast flesh just the same as Nyle had done to her earlier in this fight. An easy rub across the breasts, a soft hold and a twisting of her palm against the nipple would leave that chest to arch out into the awaiting hands. In a second the pleasure that came from that attention changed when a harsh surge of electric power rushed straight through those breasts leaving the red dragoness to call out loudly as she tried to back away only to find herself stepping into those soft bumpers to stop her retreat. The feeling of the electric energy coursing through her forced her muscles to tense, her body to quiver, and the static filled milk to rush free from her large breasts. The trickling of white fluid passed along Sumethil's arms, dripping from the tips of her elbows and down across the stone slabs below.

This was no longer a fight about dominance and superiority in combat. This was a punishment that the blue dragoness was forcing over Nyle, but she knew of a way out, a way to break free of this. With the rain still coming down around them the crimson dragon put her plan into action. A fast lift of her tail lead to a hard crash against those lower lips forcing those blue thighs closed while Sumethil barked and whimpered from that club-like tail beating straight against her delicate slit. It wouldn't last long, but it broke that hard jolting of energy for now and gave Nyle that chance that she needed to focus on the rain around them. With her will alone she changed the direction of it, circled the course of that fluid's movement and even changed their shape. No longer where they innocent rain drops, but instead needles as sharp as any knife and racing down from behind them. The first needle that hit the blue dragoness would force her back to tense as it lodged itself deep into her scales, but even this queen knew that it was only the first. Her wings lifted the best that they were able, moving to cover her like a shield. When the sharp droplets were forced down over her back she found that this protection was like tissue paper and the holes that were punched through her stretched wing skin did nothing to keep those tiny daggers from imbedding themselves deep into her figure. The pain from covered her body, forced her to finally release the red dragoness while she felt the needles melt away like the water that they were made from. There was no lasting damage, no horrific mutilation from this, only the deep pain that came from it that left her to look on at Nyle as she turned around.

Nyle looked on at the blue queen that was trying to recover, the smirk and smile that tended her lips from the start of this fight was no longer there at all. A narrowed gaze locked onto the lightning dragoness while this red wingless beast stepped forward. Arms reached out to her once again, but this time she wasn't looking to sink her claws into the girl but instead to wrap those limbs around the blue dragoness and pulled her tightly against her body. Abs crushed against abs, thighs crushed against thighs, and breasts smashed down tight against breasts while they pillowed and marsh-mellowed out anywhere that they could. Sumethil found herself gasping from the tight hold, her own arms reaching around to squeeze Nyle right back, crushing her limbs down against the crimson dragon's lower back. The two stubborn fighters squeezed tightly against one another leaving a tension between their incredibly generous busts to swell enough to even block their view of one another. All they knew was that the woman on the other side of that wall of flesh set right in front of them was squeezing back just as tightly and that neither wanted to give in. Those large breasts were tense, tight, and ready to pop in any direction that they found available. Large breasts poked through from the scaled surface to grind and kiss over one another leaving the two to moan and groan as the tight grip only grew on both sides. Even milk started to pour free, leaking down over the surface of the others beautiful bust, coating it in a thick white fluid only to trickle down between them to run over those still tightly pressed abs and thighs. There was only one way to truly end this, and while they continued to hold one another their tail lifted to rub and find an easy entrance to drive into. Almost as if moving in unison they'd fill the other dragoness's cunny, spreading those eager and swollen lower lips and leave both almost mewling for the interaction to continue. Eventually one would give in and the other would drive her into a hot ecstasy, but until then these two would fight on.

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The tails were the final line of attack that either was able to make. With arms crushing down the other, pinning their abs, thigh, and massive breasts together, there was nothing left for them but to try and force the other into a heated orgasm through their very tail skills alone. If this fight had been placed in rounds then it was very clear that Nyle had once the first and Sumethil the second, but now both were tied in the third and looking to overcome in this fight. Both seemed equally talented here as well, those tail drive in, pulling out, twisting, turning, flicking around inside the other dragoness's juicy, dripping cunny. The sound of their voices was all that they could witness over the massive wall of breast flesh that crushed down between them. The milk that continued to squirt free at near random left the girls to cry and jerk as they continued to paint the opposing tits that their beautiful busts were so desperately fighting. It was only after a shifting of their tits, a grinding of their nipples across one another and even more lost milk, that their towering breasts would be parted enough that they could once again witness the face of the other from. Tight arms squeezing down, muscles tensing on both ends to crush the other again her scaled body and leaving both to grunt even louder. Mouths would hang open, eyes would be locked in a gaze that was neither rage nor narrowed, and the two would continue to watch their opponent pant and moan with the clear intention of driving more of those sounds out of her awaiting body.

"I'm... I'm not giving in to you..." Sumethil would almost whimper with a deep and longing moan thanks to that thrashing tail shoved up between her legs.

Nyle was in the same situation, her mouth opening to speak but only the sound of her soft squeaking groan was allowed to be raised from her lips. Those red hips already shivering with need, with desire, and with the urge to finally be allowed to release like they so desperately wanted to. Sumethil had her now, and with a flick of the tip of that blue tail across her inner walls that red face finally broke eye contact in order to arch backwards. Raising her gaze away from her blue opponent and letting out an even deeper moan while the flow of hot dragon milk between them would continue to flow easily and deeply to the point where it was now starting to form a puddle between them over the floor of this ruined temple. Those knees tensed, thighs coming together to try and hold what little restraint that she had left, but with those knees knocking together quickly over and over again the the sudden and immediately uncontrolled orgasm would rip from her body, driving her voice into a final loud call that sounded out across the top of this mountain. The sight of disappointment casting over her lips just before she'd feel the sudden sensation of satisfaction wash through her body. Those weak limbs crumbling to the floor with only the strong and lasting blue dragoness to hold her up while Nyle found herself panting up towards that dominant face that looked back down at her.

"You're not a bad fighter, Nyle, but you don't mess with my girls. Got that?" Her question came through easily, clearly, and was answered with a sudden and immediate nod while the crimson dragoness surrendered into accepting her clear loss to this queen.

When those arms opened Nyle found herself on her knees, still panting and working to catch her breath from her defeat. For only a second she'd look down, turning her gaze away and then back up at Sumethil, but when she looked back all this girl was able to see was the sight of that now vacant and dripping cunny leaking down over her snout with a droplet of liquid need running down the side of her red face. The rain had stopped, but it seemed that there was one last downpour to deal with before they could be finished here. Red claws gripped at the blue thighs, holding the queen in place while the lifting of her snout into that hot snatch would bring her tongue to lick clearly across that surprisingly delicious flavor. Sumethil had shown her magics pretty well during that fight, but it was time for Nyle to return that by showing her own off. With only her teeth gripping down over that well swollen clit, pinching it easily without ever puncturing the sensitive flesh, the fluids that would be running down in preparation for that climax was driven driven back up into her. Back and forth that liquid would flow, widening as it collected with it's movement. With only the basic minimum of her skills, Nyle was planning to use her magic over fluids to use Sumethil's own precum as an ever growing dildo that to pass deep and long into her body. The more she kept this talent up the louder that this queen would become in her deep moans. It was only with one final rip of that precum from that body that Sumethil would feel her hot orgasm follow, splashing out in a heavy wave that covered the jaw, the throat, and the massive red bust of this dragoness that only smiled up at her victor with the amazing flow that she'd just forced out of that winner's body.

Sumethil found herself on her knees directly in front of the crimson dragoness, panting at her, hands holding Nyle's shoulders to keep herself steady while her opponent released a soft giggle. "You mortals are always so much fun."