Chapter 20 - Opening Day
The next week and a half flew by. Lukas and his team dedicated themselves to an unprecedented grind, pushing themselves to their limits. The Deviant Dominant hit level thirteen and had hoped to hit level fourteen before the tournament, but he ran out of time. The level up did satisfy his goal of maxing out his Praise ability. Elvira and David tagged along a couple times on their cave outings, allowing the team to split into two four-person squads and earn an extra percentage of experience.
Elvira was a very enthusiastic helper at night as well, her tongue and lips preparing many holes for Lukas' grand entrance. By the time their last night in Vandhoven rolled around, Lukas had earned quite a stash of Dominance experience, and was hard at work reaping more as he slammed his entire length into the petite Gwyndolyn Groves.
She was bent over on all fours and was still shaking from her most recent orgasm. Her cunt was tight and dripping with arousal. "Yes! Fuck me, Daddy!" she shouted as he ravished her, the bed creaking in rhythm with their bodies. Lukas pumped faster while spanking her ass. Already multiple orgasms into the night, he had been railing the submissive half-elf for nearly twenty minutes.
Laera watched from her place on the bed, her blue eyes bright and excited as he plowed into Gwyn. "May this filthy elf slut please be granted the privilege of swallowing your load?" she asked.
Lukas felt the familiar warmth tingle at the base of his cock. Laera's innocent voice making such lewd requests was the trigger he'd needed. "The filthy elf slut better get ready for her treat." Lukas grunted, not breaking rhythm. "It's coming!"
With enough speed to rival an assassin, Laera was off the bed and kneeling in front of her Dominant. She looked up at him with a worshipful gaze. "Please, Daddy."
He pulled out and Laera dove forward, swallowing his entire cock. He groaned in pleasure as she deepthroated him, nestling him in the deep confines of her esophagus while he exploded. Hot liquid gushed into her mouth and down her throat. "Mmmm," Laera moaned happily, working to swallow the entire load. She pulled off his cock and licked it clean, smiling up at him.
Lukas' post orgasmic bliss was interrupted by a loud squeal followed by an "Oh fuck!" Fiona was on the bed behind Gwyn, her hips thrashing wildly. Lukas could just barely make out the blonde elf buried beneath the straddling redhead. Elvira had taken several nights to admit it, but having the sexy redhead riding her face had become a kinky fascination. Fiona was visibly lost in the throes of pleasure as she queened the Anoran.
Elvira's tongue lashed against the redhead's clit as she attempted to come down from her climax. Fiona's thighs quivered; her breathing hitched. She collapsed on top of Elvira, her legs trembling and her lips muttering out incoherent thoughts. "Fuck... Anoran... elven tongues..."
Elvira looked up from between Fiona's legs with a satisfied smirk. Her face and lips were covered in the redhead's juices, making her look like a sex-crazed demon. "Anyone else?"
Gemma and Lucy were already fast asleep, having been Lukas' first conquests of the night. Gwyn was tuckered out as well, her eyelids getting heavier by the second. Lukas sighed. "Perhaps we should get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow."
Elvira shrugged and then relaxed on the bed next to Fiona, her eyes already closing. "Suit yourself."
Lukas then crawled in bed next to his girls. He was asleep almost immediately, the thrills of the upcoming tournament visiting his dreams.
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The caravan set out early in the morning, making its way to the capital. Elvira and several other dignitaries enjoyed the comfort of a carriage, while the rest of the group hiked alongside. David chose to walk with his family, which included his wife, children, and grandchildren. Lord Gregory of Greinhold, not having made the guest list for the noble carriage, was more than content to stroll alongside the Protectors of Greinhold and engage in conversation.
About half an hour into their journey, Horvoth and his team caught up with the caravan. They were nursing hangovers from a night of revelry that had perhaps gone a bit too far. Lukas supposed he himself had partied late into the night as well, but his celebration had been more intimate, and he'd suffered less for it in the morning.
The sun climbed higher into the sky, and the group of travelers made steady progress on their nearly full-day journey. Fortunately, Elvira had taken pity on them and packed much of their gear onto the carriage, though the majority of the young Adventurers' luggage did belong to her younger sister.Lukas and his companions reveled in the pleasant walk, sharing laughter and playful banter for hours on end.
As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, casting golden rays that shimmered against the azure sky, the caravan rounded a bend in the road that opened up to a breathtaking panorama. Before them lay the magnificent capital city, its towering spires and grand fortifications bathed in the warm, soft light of the evening.
The closer they drew to the capital, the more bustling and alive the roads became. Travelers from every corner of the land converged for the highly anticipated tournament, and a vibrant buzz of activity enveloped the caravan in a warm embrace of excitement. With the lack of external threats in recent years, merchants and performers seized the opportunity to showcase their wares and talents, setting up colorful stalls and makeshift stages just outside the city gates to attract the influx of visitors. Even Fiona got caught up in the moment, her head swiveling around at all the enticements surrounding them. After a brief pause to appreciate the lively setting, the caravan pushed on through the gate.
Once inside the city, their journey was not yet finished. They traveled another thirty minutes to the central district where Lukas and his team would be able to check in to their lodging.
There at the heart of the city, its impressive architecture towered above and all around them, a testament to its wealth and grandeur. Ushers greeted them and then directed them to head two blocks down and to the right. David and some of the other members of the caravan party peeled off, but Elvira stuck with them, intent on delivering their luggage.
The accommodations assigned to tournament participants were nothing short of opulent. As Lukas and his team approached the designated 'inn' -- The Golden Griffin -- their eyes widened at the sight. The building was a magnificent structure, adorned with golden accents that glimmered in the twilight. Its grand entrance featured double doors made of heavy oak, inlaid with detailed designs of the titular birds.
"How do they call this an inn?" Fiona scoffed as she strained her neck to look towards the top of the building. "The Sparrow's Barrow in Tarot is an inn -- this is not an inn."
Inside, the lobby was richly appointed with plush carpets and extravagantly framed
artwork. Chandeliers crafted from crystal hung gracefully above, casting a warm, inviting light that danced across the room. A well-stocked bar with polished mahogany counters, tended by a cheerful barkeeper, offered refreshing drinks to the distinguished visitors. Horvoth, unfazed by his morning hangover, beelined to the bar with an order ready.
On the other side of the lobby was another counter, designated for checking in visitors rather than serving them alcohol. For the tournament, however, a temporary check-in station was set up in the middle of the lobby.
The table was expansive, crafted from the same dark polished mahogany that graced the rest of the inn. It was covered in rich emerald fabric that contrasted elegantly against the gleaming wood. Piles of scrolls were neatly stacked on one side, each containing the names of participants and their assigned rooms.
