Chapter 21 - Round One
The morning sun shone down on the arena. The seats were packed with spectators who were eager to witness the first match of the tournament. Lukas and his five girls were lined up in the cove of the oval arena wall. The carpeted red stage was gone, leaving behind a finely-grated sandy surface with smaller, stone obstacles. Each half of the oval field offered a couple of man-sized pyramids to dodge behind and a pair of round, stone platforms, just large enough for a single archer to be perched on top.
An observation platform had been crafted on top of the wall, providing an unobstructed view of the battlefield for the tournament staff. Lukas felt as prepared as he could be. He had rehearsed the battle plan repeatedly with his girls. Gwyn had prepared breakfast for them and a fresh load of his sperm had been shot deep inside Gemma. The time to prove that they belonged in the tournament had come.
Lukas and his girls did not waste a single second against the five mages. As soon as Jaren signaled the start of the match, Laera triggered Submissive Silence, luckily before the enemy's golem came out to play. Lukas activated his Praise ability and lunged forward with unnatural speed, presenting himself as a tempting target. After giving Lukas the boost from her collar, Gwyn made the team's scary warrior woman invisible. The crowd gasped as Lucy gleefully stripped off her top, exposing her tits to the entirety of the arena. The gasps were quickly replaced with loud, mostly male, cheers.
From the edge of the playing field, Fiona watched Lukas sprint out to the center, hoping the mages would take the bait. A grin crawled across her face as the magic began to fly.
With a terrifying display of power, four mages waved their staffs at the lone Adventurer charging them. All at once, spells of immense and dangerous energy were launched at Lukas. A purple flaming projectile smashed into Lukas as a beam called down from the sun engulfed him. Javelins of ice raced through the air to skewer him and an ethereal ruby ball of crackling energy formed a few feet above his head, striking him with red lightning every half second. The audience gasped in horror, bewildered by the young Adventurer foolishly charging headstrong towards the mages. If Lukas had been anyone else, the Arkmere Mages might have gotten disqualified for breaching the fatality clause in the first match.
The horrified audience shifted into a mystified audience as the bright, magical bombardment paused. Standing tall and confident amidst the barrage was an unscathed Lukas. More than slightly baffled, the mages began cycling through their skills, trying to find their opponent's weakness as they unleashed a variety of spells at the lone challenger. Another fireball flared as it collided with Lukas' body. Discs of white light swerved towards him at high speeds, shattering instead of slicing into his chest.
Lukas wasn't about to stand idly and let them use him as target practice. He barreled into the closest mage and began slicing through some very expensive robes. Meanwhile, another of the mages realized too late that they were an invisible assailant's target -- one that worked up close and personal. Fiona watched from the edge, eager to join the fight. Lukas had borne the brunt of the magical attacks, creating an opportunity for the freckled assassin. She popped an Aegis Orb into her mouth, teleported behind a third mage, and backstabbed him with her Night Dagger.
After launching both a fire and a lighting spell, Laera refreshed her cooldowns and silenced the fourth mage, who, according to Elvira's intelligence, was a healer. Missing their usual stony tank and wasting a massive amount of firepower on a magic immune Lukas, the mages were helpless. They frantically tried to find a solution that would stop the younger Adventurer, but eventually resorted to attacking alternative targets.
A fireball was flung towards Gwyn, which only benefited Lukas. A volley of ice javelins rocketed toward a half-naked archer who was atop one of the stone platforms. The javelins were effective, knocking the Ranger off the high ground -- but, unbeknownst to the harangued mages, it wasn't actually Lucy. It was her replica.
Ironically, the first thing that caught Lukas and his team by surprise wasn't anything their opponents did. The mage that Gemma had been hacking away at was suddenly encapsulated in an icy cocoon. Shortly thereafter, the elven wizard Lukas was attacking was petrified, their skin taking on a grayish tone. They had eliminated their first two enemies.
For a brief second, Lukas wondered if the tournament's overseers would be able to freeze him with his enhanced magic resistance, but he evicted any distracting thoughts from his mind. He wasn't planning on finding out. He turned towards the silenced mage, who was gripping his purple staff with a vexed scowl on his face. The trio of archers and Laera had been working away at his health, and Lukas was keen on neutralizing him before the silence expired. He and the invisible Brawler blitzed and, within twenty seconds, were able to knock him down below ten percent, which summoned the icy cocoon.
Meanwhile, the redheaded assassin had completed her task, removing her target from the match with a swift swipe of her blade The final Arkmere Mage cursed, still debilitated by a silence of length unknown to her. Realizing she was facing an enemy she couldn't hurt -- even with active magic -- and another foe she couldn't see, as well as a lethal support system of ranged fighters and a nimble assassin, she reluctantly conceded the match, signaling her surrender.
It took the crowd a moment to realize what they'd just witnessed. When they did, it was like a dam had burst. A cheery applause roared from the stands at the astonishing display of anti-mage dominance from the young team. Ironically, many had predicted the match would last only a couple minutes, but the resulting victor was truly an unexpected revelation.
Gemma remained invisible; their fight hadn't been long enough to outlast Gwyn's hidden skill. Fiona was beaming, having lived out her ultimate non-sexual fantasy: completely -- and publicly -- dominating and humiliating a bunch of high-level Anoran Adventurers.
On the topic of fantasies, Lucy ran up to Lukas, still half-naked, and embraced him. "I'm so fucking riled up right now," she said in a needy whisper. "I've never been this wet for your cock." She glanced at the myriad of spectators with eyes still on them. Some of the younger men in the crowd had been mesmerized as soon as her shirt had come off. Lukas doubted they even realized the match was over. Lucy started grinding her clothed but heated sex on Lukas' leg.
Fiona rushed over to intervene. "Are you fucking serious? Why do I have to be the adult here? You can't fuck now. Flashing your tits is one thing, but we'll get disqualified for sure. Please, please keep it in your pants."
Lucy groaned in desperation, pulling Lukas towards the exit. Once inside the staging room, she stormed down one of the many corridors, practically dragging him behind her, until she found a vacant planning room. As soon as they entered, Lucy ripped off his pants, not bothering to lock the door. Her hands gripped his shaft, and she began stroking him at a frenzied pace. Her eyes were crazed and her moans were filled with hunger as she knelt down in front of her Dominant.
"How many people do you think were ogling my tits out there?" Lucy asked, her voice quivering in anticipation. "How many guys would kill to be you right now, knowing that my tits, my entire body belongs to you and only you? I wanted you to take me in front of all of them. I wanted to show everyone how much I love being your slut."
Lukas reached down and wrapped her ponytail around his hand. He pulled it taut, yanking her eyes upwards with the rest of her head. Desire flooded her dilated eyes. "You're such a good little slut, aren't you?" he asked, and Lucy nodded her head in agreement, opening her mouth wide.
Lukas pushed his cock into her warm mouth, immediately intoxicated by both the sensation of her wet tongue and warm cheeks sliding up his length, and by the power he felt over her. His cock had become the center of her world, and she was desperate to please him.
Her head bobbed back and forth on his shaft, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him. Lukas started pumping his hips, driving his rod deeper into her throat. A moment later, he felt himself hitting the back of her throat and she gagged, saliva dripping out of her mouth and down her chin. As pleasurable as it felt to him, however, he wanted something else.
"Get up," he commanded, and Lucy hurried to her feet, panting breathlessly. She eagerly complied when Lukas ordered her to bend over. He tore down her pants and underwear in one fell swoop, and she arched her back, pushing her ass up towards him. With her legs spread shoulder-width apart, she was practically begging him to fill her tight pussy with his cock.
She didn't need to wait long, as he grabbed her hip with one hand, lined up his dick with the other, and then thrust forward, plunging into her cunt. The sensation of her warm, wet pussy tightening around him as her inner walls struggled to accommodate his girth drove him wild.
