Two contrasting figures were facing each other at the center of a large stone arena surrounded by a fully packed audience of all kinds of demons. At the first glance, one of the combatants was a beautiful silver-haired angel with a pair of astral wings while the other was a red hulking red brute with horns and claws. Though at the second glance, it was easy to notice how the angel also had a pair of red eyes and was surrounded by an unholy aura of crimson fire of her own making.
The audience was ecstatic and keenly followed every move the contestants made. There was even unusually little infighting and fucking among the crowd. And definitely not because the one with the angelic figure wore a white succubus leotard armor that did little to hide the shapes of her nubile body. But because the match in process was the last one among the contestants to become the next ruler of the Demon Nation of Vulkar.
Princess Xara had trained for this day ever since the passing of her father. She had even bought the best armor available that let her maintain her mobility. And it was clear her opponent had also honed his unnaturally muscular demonic body to its utmost perfection. His bare skin was resisting her magic almost as well as her wings were protecting her from physical hits.
But neither of the combatants had shown their full might so far even as the ground was filled with partially melted burn marks from Xara's attacks and cracks to the stone from Reaver Lord Korlab's strikes. Both of them were still content playing for the audience as Xara sent wide flashy blasts of red energy through the air and Korlab avoided them even as the unfocused attacks had no hope of damaging his thick magic resistant skin.
Even as the contestants were playing to gain the favor of the crowd, the real audience was the five dukes who formed the council to elect the next ruler. And because of that, Xara did not want to seem like a complete coward. So she stayed close to her opponent and only used her manifested wings for mobility and as an extra barrier.
Though the fight was definitely not entirely just for show, both of the fighters kept mixing attacks with a real chance to hurt the opponent among the more showmanship moves. Even as killing the opponent was not the primary goal of the contest, neither held back when they tried to either pierce the skin or smack the other into the floor.
"As fragile as an angel, not enough real blood in you to be a fighter, or the ruler," Korlab boomed after he had managed to land a strike that sent Xara rolling into the arena wall with a loud slam. It lifted a dust cloud from the stone just due to the impact strength while the crowd gave a louder cheer. They always seemed to side with the one who did the last great feat or insult.
"You have no room to brag, I barely felt a thing, just like the sex demons you need to pay to fuck," Xara shouted back when she flew out of the dust escorted by a cheer from the audience. Her perfect alabaster skin had not even reddened from the hit with the stone wall. In fact, the princess's slightly torn leotard armor seemed to have taken more damage than the exposed parts of her body.
"Pretty weird coming from a chaste angel who never fucks anybody in public, but don't worry, I will smack your tits all day," Korlab boomed a moment before a focused blast of crimson fire flashed across his body. There was seemingly no damage from it even as he stepped sideways to avoid a part of the blast. And he did not have the same issue with armor as his opponent as he wore none. So his bulged red muscles were fully on display while his cock was drawn into the protection of his demonic body.
Xara gave a glance down to see a small crack in her bodice but it was enough to force her to swallow. Just a few more hits like the last one and her breasts would be freed to be seen by the horde of demons around her. It might not have been that special to the mostly naked creatures but as a half-angel, the thought turned the princess's face redder than the last hit had.
"I guess a sterile limp dick has to get their amusement from somewhere," Xara shrugged and received a loud cheer from the audience that began chanting things about limp dicks. For a moment it looked like Korlab was about to just return the insult but as part of the crowd burst to laugh with a boom, his face twisted even more demonic than before.
"Time to lose," Korlab flared and his red body lunged forward with a visible air ripple. Xara immediately tried to flash to a side with a counterattack and managed to do so only for the ridiculously fast brute to dash after her.
Korlab's claws pierced through the red energy barrier that Zara erected like butter and she tried to lift into the air only to have her leg grabbed. The red brute used it to slam her down and before she was able to get up, his other hand pressed her head sideways to the ground. Her breasts were squeezed into the stone while her attempt to lift up was pushed down by the demon's full body weight
A violent torrent of red energy surged around Xara and her wings tried to cut the demon to pieces. But even as his muscles were distorted by the assault of hostile energy, his body stayed intact. And every second the violent outburst of magic did not harm Korlab, was a second he used to press Xara's head harder. And it was clear he was not using his full force to give her time to surrender. Though before she did so, someone else spoke.
"And match, Reaver Lord Korlab is the victor," a demon judge announced from the elevated observation balcony. A loud cheer and all kinds of mixed shouts burst into the air but the only words Xara heard were the ones spoken next to her slightly pointed ears.
"With that, there is no way I won't secure all the votes. I hope you will enjoy my coronation, the first thing I do is to put you in your place," Korlab breathed while he slid his grip down to Xara's neck with a slight caress. Though he kept enough force to keep her down as the violent torrent of red magic had not died around him.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Xara flared even as her cheek was pressed to the ground. Though she also let her magic die away and dissolved her astral wings into nothingness. Even if her sudden defeat had been shameful, she managed to resist any urges from her demonic side to keep fighting.
"I'm going to plug your wings and pound you to dirt, mark my words," Korlab exclaimed and rolled off from Xara and to his feet. Then he walked away with raised hands to parade in front of the cheering audience.
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After losing the last evaluation match, Xara had immediately rushed into her manor to lock herself into her room. Every word Korlab had said to her kept flashing in her mind while she tried to figure out if he wanted to kill her, humiliate her or just fuck her. It was no secret that he hated angels but it did not mean he just wanted to do just one thing to her. And the more Xara thought about it, the more sure she was he wanted to do all the options in no particular order.
Just when Xara had begun to think of the ways she could escape out of the nation before the final vote tomorrow, a knock came on her door. It froze her while she imagined more than just one option who could come for her at this hour. Though most of them would definitely not bother knocking or even using the door.
"Mistress, three lords are here to seek an audience," Xara's maidservant voiced through the door.
"Lords? What do they want?" Xara asked with a borderline stutter. After her recent loss, there were only a few reasons why any noble would want to visit her, and most that came to her mind were very demonic in nature.
"I believe they are dukes from the voting council," the maid replied and Xara's red eyes tilted. Three was more than enough to secure the election and there had to be a reason why they had decided to come to her tonight.