The Deviant Dominant

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.

"Yes," she whispered, "you're so big." She moaned, as Lukas slammed his pelvis against her ass with each drive. She loved being stretched open by her Dominant, and he was more than happy to oblige. The slap of skin on skin was loud enough to echo in the chamber. He gripped her ponytail and tugged her head back as he fucked her.

"Your body is so hot," he seethed. "You're so fucking sexy." Her whimpers only added to the experience. "I bet all of those boys out there wanted a piece of this ass." He spanked her hard, making her squeal in pain. "But you're mine -- all mine -- mine to fuck whenever and however I want." He thrust his hips forward, burying his cock inside her, eliciting a groan of pleasure.

"Yes," she moaned in submission. "Only my master gets to fill me up with cock." She cried out as another spank landed on her ass. Lukas could feel her pussy clenching, greedily enveloping his member. He sped up his rhythm, wanting to make her cum harder than ever before. He reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit.

"Cum for me, my little slut," he demanded, and Lucy's pussy tightened around his cock like a vice. Unable to stave off her orgasm any longer, she erupted into a fit of moans and gasping breaths.

The pressure was too much for Lukas to handle. He let out a primal groan, and shot rope after rope of semen deep inside his slut's cunt. She loved it when he filled her with his cum, knowing it belonged there; the feeling of it splashing against her molten walls and quivering cervix lengthened and strengthened her submissive climax.

Lucy collapsed onto the table, panting for breath and gasping in ecstasy. Lukas stood above her, savoring the sight of his spent slut, still shaking with pleasure. His cum dripped out of her pussy and onto the table.

After a few minutes of basking in the afterglow, they got dressed and headed back to the other girls waiting in the staging room. yThe atmosphere was lively; Lukas' other girls were more than happy to savor their victory, even if it hadn't been their turn to savor his cock.

The team of young Adventurers wanders over to a section of the stands that was reserved for tournament participants. As they found empty seats, Lukas couldn't help but notice the attentive gazes they were receiving from the other competitors. Feeling the weight of those curious stares, Lukas exchanged glances with his teammates, each of them radiating a blend of pride and nervousness. Elvira hadn't been exaggerating; they had just secured one of the biggest upsets in tournament history.

The third match of the day was underway. Lukas watched a capital team rip apart a Trident Harbor team. The fourth match paired the other Anoran team against a Pegasus Guild team. After the Anoran team soundly defeated their opponents, they received a visit from Elvira.

"I can't believe you actually did it!" Elvira said cheerfully as she confidently sat herself on Lukas' lap. "Actually, I totally knew you were going to do it, but witnessing it live was a whole different level of incredible."

"I did it for you," Lukas jested at the dainty Anoran on his lap.

At that moment, an usher approached Elvira. "Ma'am," he said, "this area is for tournament competitors only. I'm not sure how you got in here, but I need you to leave."

"I'm a Guildmaster, though," Elvira tried, but there was no placating the usher.

"Fine," Elvira agreed reluctantly, not the least bit worried as she stood up and turned back to Lukas. "When the sixth match starts, come find me in front of the private suites area. Just head north on the concourse, pass three stairwells, and you'll find a brass gate with two well-dressed guards. I'll be waiting for you there."

"What if I want to watch the sixth match?" Lukas complained in a light tone.

"Then you'll be swarmed with the press when you try to leave and won't get a chance to eat lunch," replied Elvira.

The impatient usher prodded the elf. "Ma'am--"

"I'm leaving!" she snapped.

***

Without much complication, Lukas and his team found Elvira waiting for them outside the gates to the private suites. She led them through the gates, down an empty concourse, and out into the open air through an exit that was reserved solely for the elite.

"Hurry," Elvira warned, glancing over her shoulder. "The moment you get spotted, you'll find out just how popular you are."

Lukas glanced at his teammates. Hints of anxiety were etched on their faces. He quickened his pace to keep up with Elvira, who moved with purpose, and his girls followed suit. They followed their fast-walking Guildmaster for three blocks, weaving through throngs of pedestrians, until they entered a restaurant that was humming with collective anticipation.

"Private room for Elvira Silverbreeze," she said, her voice firm as she addressed the host at the front podium. The host met her gaze with a knowing nod, a hint of respect in his demeanor, and guided them past several tables filled with patrons enjoying their meals, into a formal, closed-off dining room.

Once they were seated, a waiter swiftly approached to take their orders, not missing a beat in the flurry of activity that surrounded them. Lukas scanned the menu, his stomach growling in response to the delicious scents wafting from the kitchen.

"Make sure to order something hearty," Elvira said, glancing up from her own menu. "You'll need to fuel up for the next round. Are you feeling confident about your next match?"

"I am," responded Lukas before he relayed his order to the waiter.

"I think we should avoid the press until after your second victory," Elvira said. "Once we secure that win, it's almost guaranteed you'll be moving on to the second round. You won't have to answer any more dumb questions about what you'll do if you die in the first round, and I'll get to gloat about how I took a chance on a young team. This will be fantastic for my personal career and the Wyvern Guild." She paused thoughtfully. "Is it okay if I use you for my own moment of fame?"

Lukas nodded. "Thank you for asking." Elvira had come a long way since he had first met her.

The waiter returned, placing steaming plates of food in front of them. All six recent victors dug in, shoveling food off their plates and down their gullets.

"Speaking of proper table manners," Elvira said with a smirk, "my parents and grandmother would like to host you all for dinner tonight."

Lukas paused as he processed what Elvira just said. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"You can't spend your whole life avoiding them," the elf chided. "They might think you fear them."

"I fear my hand will never recover from how hard I will smack them across their faces," Fiona quipped, earning a chuckle from Lucy.

Elvira pursed her lips. "I know you don't owe them anything, but this could be a good opportunity. They're at least extending some sort of peace offering."

Lukas glanced over at Laera and saw that she was in deep thought. "It might be good for us to go," Laera said, "but on the condition that they apologize to the team."

Elvira burst out laughing at her younger sister's request, and then calmed herself. "You're serious, aren't you?"

Laera nodded resolutely.

"You know Mom and Dad, sis," Elvira said. "They don't know what an apology is."

"Maybe for the team that will win the tournament," the younger Anoran said in a firm tone, "they'll learn."

"Oh, you're confident you're going to win the whole thing now, huh?" Elvira jested, looking around at the team of young Adventurers. Her grin grew wider as she observed the ardent expressions on everyone's faces. "Well, alright then. Let's win a tournament."

***

Lukas and his girls readied themselves for their second battle. Meatloaf and his team stood across the fighting pit from them, looking equally ready for a brawl. Appreciative cheers could be heard around the stadium as Lucy revealed her breasts to the crowd for the second time that day.

On the signal, Meatloaf surged forward, ready to take on all six of the opposing Adventurers. Fiona flashed him a smile and then teleported across the field, triggering her Ultimate behind enemy lines. She caught three out of the four opponents grouped together in an icy blast. She deployed her smoke screen, and wreaked havoc on the squishy elves.

Meatloaf pivoted back to defend his team's flank, only to be ambushed by the fierce duo of Lukas and Gemma. Gwyn's Dire Wolf charged into the swirling smoke of the assassin's domain. In mere moments, a moderator summoned a frosty cocoon that enveloped the elven mage, Geo, as Fiona's dominance claimed its first victim. Loren, the Brawler, ferociously tried slashing away at the redhead, but found it incredibly difficult to land a hit on the dodgy redhead.

The dagger-wielding Ellie tried a different approach. While the Brawler sparred Fiona, Ellie evaded the assassin's frosty grip and dashed toward the far side of the arena. With grace, Ellie executed a flawless front flip, unleashing two lightning-infused daggers that crackled through the air and struck Laera's torso. The Anoran mage gasped in agony and moved to begin desperately weaving across the sandy floor in an attempt to evade the expertly hurled blades. With Gwyn's healing ability on cooldown after Lukas had taken a heavy blow from Meatloaf, Laera fought to buy her team precious time. But in the end, Ellie's skills proved too formidable, landing four more daggers into the body of the beleaguered mage. On the fifth strike, Lukas lost his vital magic damage dealer.

Fiona snarled as she dispatched Loren with the help of Gwyn's wolf. Spotting the defeated Laera exiting the arena, she quickly teleported to confront her assailant. Caught off-guard, Ellie tried once again to flee from the assassin, heading towards Lucy -- another ranged damage dealer she hoped would be a softer target. Lukas summoned his Ultimate, tying the elf down. The redhead unleashed a fury of quick and deadly slashes, the dagger thrower succumbed to the same fate as Laera. The crowd erupted in cheers as Fiona showcased her prowess, having expertly eliminated three-quarters of the opposing team.

Lukas and Gemma had undertaken the most grueling task. They worked together to wear down the armored tank. After making minimal progress, Lukas took a deep breath and extended an offer to Meatloaf. "Your team is out. How about we cut this short?"

The giant man gave him a toothy grin and shook his head. "This is my chance to show everyone what I'm made of. I'm not going down without a fight. May the best man win."