The Deviant Dominant

Chapter 25 - The Final Round

Jaren extended an invitation to the entire team for the orientation slated the following morning before dismissing them for the day. Upon exiting the arena, they were swarmed by a crowd of admirers, eager to catch a glimpse of their favorite competitors. Elvira broke through the throng of people with her family's entourage behind her, and together they skillfully cleared a pathway for the finalists.

Elvira strode next to Lukas, informing him what was planned for the rest of the day. "You'll have about an hour to head back to The Golden Griffin, clean up, and grab some rest. Then we'll regroup for a press conference in the lobby. After that, my parents are throwing a celebration in your honor. Don't worry, we won't stay out too late -- I'm finally going to make good on my promise." Elvira's tone was provocative, and a sly grin spread across her face as she squeezed his hand.

Lukas gratefully accepted the opportunity to return to their suite and recuperate. The day's grueling combat had left him sore and exhausted, and he wasted no time bathing before collapsing onto his bed.

He drifted off into a deep sleep, only to be jolted awake by a loud knock at the door. Groggy and disoriented, he pushed himself up and went to the door. It was Elvira, bustling around the suite with her usual, commanding energy, trying to rouse the team.

"Wake up, everyone! We're late for our own press conference!" she exclaimed, the urgency in her voice cutting through the remnants of his sleep. She herded everyone out into the hall, where they made their way down to the lobby.

The press conference was an ordeal for Lukas, challenging his patience as repeated questions regarding their relationship status and motivations for competing in the tournament were thrown at them. His team kept their answers light-hearted and brief, but Lukas could not wait for it to end. Finally, Elvira wrapped it up and immediately steered the team outdoors, where a pair of carriages awaited them. Lukas and his companions climbed aboard and they were whisked away.

They rode the carriages to the Silverbreeze estate in the capital, where they were met with a lavishly decorated front yard. Upon entering the manor, Lukas was even further impressed by the luxury presented to him. Fresh, exotic plants had been artfully arranged throughout the interior since Lukas's last visit, and a stunning new crystal chandelier sparkled in the grand entryway. In the main room, an elegant quartet played a melodic elven tune that flowed along with the chatter of the guests, filling the air with a sense of enchantment.

"How did they put this all together so quickly?" Lukas asked.

"They had the arrangements lined up," Elvira answered. "I guess their faith in you is growing."

"Will there be food?" Lukas asked.

Elvira snorted. "Yes, Lukas dear. There will be food."

A number of dignitaries approached Lukas and his team, each introducing themselves with a mix of formality and warmth. Lukas felt a sense of recognition, as if he had already met some of them before during the opening dinner party, but that evening felt more like a hazy memory, lost amidst the excitement and chaos of the day.

The food that Elvira had promised was finally served buffet-style drawing the attention of the guests. Lukas, realizing he hadn't eaten since breakfast, quickly moved toward the front of the line, but not fast enough to outpace Gemma, who slipped ahead of him with a sly grin.

"Hey! No cutting," he protested playfully.

Gemma turned to him even as her hands reached for the array of delectable offerings. "What are you going to do? Punish me?" she asked with a tempting smirk on her face.

"I believe that I am busy tonight," Lukas said, "but you'll get what's coming to you."

The tall brunette flashed a mischievous grin at the implications of his promise before returning to her quest to secure enough food to satisfy her warrior-sized appetite.

After filling his plate, Lukas found his team loosely gathering and together they found a relatively quiet spot in the corner to eat and relax. Once everyone had been given the chance to eat, toasts to the young finalists began to resound throughout the room, accompanied by well-wishes and congratulations from every corner.

As the last toast faded into the background, Elvira shot Lukas a look, a silent signal that sparked his excitement. Lukas whispered something into Fiona's ear before rising to follow Elvira out of the party. The pair quickly made their way to The Golden Griffin, where a blonde half-elf awaited them outside the door to their suite.

"Fancy running into you two at this hour," Monique said with a playful lilt in her voice.

"Is everything ready?" Elvira inquired, and Monique gave a confirming nod.

"Ready?" Lukas asked, his brow raised in curiosity.

"Yes, Lukas dear," Elvira replied. "You've been busy proving your strength and fighting so valiantly. I think it's time to treat yourself to a little rest and relaxation."

The Anoran opened the door to the suite and led her Dominant in. Inside, Lukas was greeted by a candle-lit room and an intriguing padded table in the center. "What's that?"

Elvira giggled. "He's from the middle of nowhere," she explained to Monique. "That, Lukas dear, is a massage table."

Lukas examined the piece of furniture, nodding with understanding. "I've never had a massage," he confessed.

"That changes tonight," Elvira whispered into his ear. She linked her hand with his and pulled him over to the table. "Strip," she ordered seductively.

"I like where this is going," Lukas said with a grin while peeling off his clothes.

Elvira was momentarily entranced, her gaze fixed on the muscular adventurer as he shed his shirt, revealing his chiseled physique. "Don't worry," she said, shaking off her reverie. "You won't be the only one without clothing." With a playful side glance at Monique, the two women began to disrobe, their movements fluid and graceful.

It was Lukas' turn to pause, bewitched by the sensual scene unfolding before him. Clothing continued to fall to the ground as the two women exposed more and more skin. His eyes traced the alluring contours of Monique's figure -- her mature curves exuding a warmth and softness that contrasted beautifully with the more athletic forms of the others in his harem. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Elvira sauntered over to the table, her flawless figure gliding effortlessly as she beckoned Lukas closer with a single finger. "Come. Let your women take care of you."

"Is Monique one of my women now?" Lukas asked, his curiosity piqued as he eagerly approached the table, settling down face first on the padded surface.

"Soon to be," came the reply from the half-elf, with a hidden undertone of enthusiasm. Monique bit her bottom lip as she brushed her delicate fingers across Lukas' toned back.

Elvira began working her hands into Lukas' lower back while Monique focused on his shoulders. Their hands moved in tandem, kneading away physical stress while simultaneously building sexual tension. A trickle of warm oil was drizzled across his backside and four hands worked diligently to spread it across his skin.

"You're such a beast in the arena," Elvira said as her hands found his buttocks. "A hero deserves to be pampered. We will take care of you in any way you want."

"Any way you want," Monique echoed, her fingers dancing along his neck. She leaned closer, her voice a sultry whisper. "Watching you in the tournament makes me wet."

After some more magical rubbing from the two ladies, Elvira gave him a smack on the ass. "Time to flip over, big boy."

Lukas cleared his throat. "There might be an issue with me turning over. A rapidly growing issue."

"Good," Elvira responded. "I love dealing with... very large issues." She twirled her finger, indicating that she was waiting for him to flip.

Lukas cocked his head at the Anora and then followed the instruction, rotating around atop the table. He laid down on his back, noting that both of his masseuses were staring at his crotch. His flagpole was standing proudly at full mast.

"Ah, you were not exaggerating," Monique remarked.

"Not at all," Elvira confirmed. She reached down and gently touched Lukas's throbbing member. Her hand glided up and down his shaft. Monique's hand joined Elvira's and their dual-grip technique quickly had Lukas biting his lips. He cleared his throat, getting their attention. "If you cock-hungry sluts could show some restraint, I believe there are other parts of my body that need to be massaged."

Monique's jaw dropped. "Is he serious?"

Elvira nodded. "I wouldn't test him. I heard he made Fiona wait hours on her knees before he fucked her in the ass."

The half-elf's eyes widened, quickly turning back to Lukas. "Where would you like me to massage, Sir?"

"I want you touching my chest," Lukas commanded. "Elvira, take good care of my legs."

He could not help the wicked chuckle that escaped his lips as he watched the two obey his command.

Elvira and Monique began their rubbing again. Their hands massaged and kneaded their assigned areas, with Elvira inching closer and closer to his raging erection. Lukas finally relented. "Elvira, massage my cock with the inside of your throat," he ordered. "Monique, I think it is long past time for our first kiss."

Monique eagerly bent down to kiss Lukas and Elvira crawled between his legs. The Anoran placed her tongue at the base of his cock and ran it up the length of his shaft. She then opened her mouth wide and lowered it around the Lukas' thick head. She moaned as she swallowed his first half and gagged on the second half.

Monique's lips found Lukas' and pressed against them softly. The two kissed deeply while Elvira continued to suck his dick, occasionally pulling up and spitting the excess saliva all over his pole.

Lukas groaned at the efforts of his elven submissive but continued to focus on the older woman he was locking lips with. Their tongues began to wrestle and his hands pulled her toward him tightly. His left hand was wrapped around her neck while his right hand was brushing the side of her face. He lost track of time as he enjoyed her lips on his. Eventually, she pulled back slightly. She gave him an indulgent smile as she leaned fully over him, allowing him access to her chest.

Without hesitation, Lukas shoved his face into her cleavage, losing himself in the deliciously fleshy orbs. "Yes!" Monique cried out. "Ravage my boobs! I can't wait for you to claim me."

Lukas needed no further invitation. In an impressive show of strength, he wrapped his arms around Monique and flipped the two of them over in place, slamming her back against the padded massage table with him on top. Elvira stumbled as her oral ministrations had been abruptly ended.

"I've wanted this pussy for a while," he said in a drawl, "and now I'm going to make it mine. Spread those legs for me!" He speared himself into the older woman a moment later, barely giving her enough time to comply. Luckily, she was wet from their foreplay because Lukas' sole concern was fitting his entire monster inside the woman beneath him.

Monique caught on to the vibe and was thrilled to play along. "Fuck yes, Lukas. Use me. Tire my body out with all that youthful energy. I don't know how long I can take your massive cock, but that doesn't matter right now."

Lukas was driving himself into her with powerful, long strokes. Elvira stood by his side, goading him on. "That's it, Lukas. Slam your cock so deep in her that her womb feels your tip. Monique has never had a chance to let go like this. Show her what a true slut she is. Make her cum like a screaming whore."

Monique almost beat Elvira's verbal suggestion, her moans quickly becoming screams. "Fuck! You're huge! That's it, I'm cumming!" Her cunt locked tightly around his dick as she squirmed from a mind-blowing orgasm.

Elvira turned around and shook her ass invitingly at Lukas, but he just spanked it, leaving himself buried in Monique. "Not yet, you needy elf slut. My new fucktoy needs to take my load first."

Lukas then pulled back a bit and reamed her again and again. He continued to slam himself into her, eliciting screams of ecstasy from the older woman. He roared out like a beast with unquenchable stamina, only focused on rutting his woman. Letting out a final, hefty groan as he shoved himself into her womb and unleashed a torrent of cum. His prey let out a faint squeak and then lost consciousness.

"Did you fuck her until she passed out?" Elvira asked, peering at the unconscious woman.

"I'll think so," Lukas said, coming down from his high. His mind began to clear and a look of concern crossed his face. "Will she be okay?"

"Yeah," Elvira said. "She'll be fine. She did ask for this. I'm surprised the massage table survived though."

Lukas gently caressed the side of Monique's face, feeling her stir beneath his touch. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open, and a faint smile spread across her lips as she caught sight of Lukas hovering over her. "Do you still require the use of my body, Sir?" she asked weakly.

Lukas offered Monique a warm smile and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. His gaze drifted over to Elvira, who was trying her best to maintain an air of composure, knowing that Lukas had much more to give that night and only her to receive -- at least for a little bit.

"I am pleased with the reward that you have delivered," Lukas said. "I think you deserve a reward of your own."

Elvira's face practically illuminated at the prospect of receiving additional appreciation. Lukas approached the blonde elf, towering over her. "What does my elf slut desire?"

"Right now?" Elvira responded. "I want you to fuck my brains out. But later, I want you to get all dressed up for you so that you take me on a date and show me off in public. I want to be the prize by your side."

Lukas ran his finger underneath her chin. "You will be my princess in public," he whispered, "and my mindless slut behind closed doors."

The Anoran purred as her Dominant controlled her every move. He guided her to the massage table and bent her over, pushing her face into the bounteous bosom of the resting Monique.

He took a moment to admire her toned, tight ass before taking his rightful place behind her. He aligned himself along her slit and grunted as he thrust inside the soaking wet elf. Elvira grasped at Monique's boobs, screaming into the sound-muffling jugs.

Lukas grabbed her hips firmly, making sure his 'princess' stayed in the proper position. The moans from her mouth and the clap of cheeks filled the air of the relatively empty suite as he thoroughly plowed her elven pussy. Elvira climaxed again and again as he pounded her into the older woman on the massage table, who was finding it increasingly difficult to get some rest. Lukas dumped two loads into the Anoran before finally pulling back.

With an exhausted groan, Lukas picked up both of his women, one on each shoulder, and carried them into his room. The trio of lovers collapsed on the bed, completely satisfied.

***

Lukas and his entire team filed into the staging area with their excitement at an all-time high. Jaren was already there and was writing on a chalkboard that had been brought in. The capital team arrived shortly after, prompting the director to kick off the orientation.

"Listen up!" the director announced. "This final round has more complexities than the previous rounds, so pay attention. Round four will be a newly created game titled Immortal Heroes. In Immortal Heroes, the two teams will take the field, each with a set of five life-sized figurines, which we will call Heroes. The Heroes are enchanted with abilities and imbued with a designated amount of HP. "

Jaren pointed to a rough drawing on the board. "One of these five figurines will be the Archmage, who has two abilities -- magical defense and mana channeling. The Archmage stands positioned between two of the other Heroes, the Shieldmaidens, in the middle of your half of the arena. If there are any enemy Adventurers in that space, the Archmage will target them with spells, unless it is channeling mana to the Seraphic Snarebush."

A few hands went up at the mention of the foreign flora. "I'm about to tell you what the Seraphic Snarebush is," Jaren griped, though he was hiding a smile on his face. "The snarebush is a magical plant that will seize nearby Adventures and heal them. During this process, Adventures are immobilized and immune, and will be released when they reach full health. While healing, the snarebush will draw mana from the Archmage. Although it has the capability to heal multiple Adventurers simultaneously, the healing time will slow down with each additional person involved. The snarebush will be placed in the very back of the arena on either side. Due to the involvement of the healing plant, health potions are forbidden in this round."

Feeling satisfied that he had adequately explained the mystical plant's intricacies, Jaren shifted back to the Heroes. "The primary objective of the round is to eliminate the opposing team's Archmage, but you'll have to deal with the Shieldmaidens."

Jaren then indicated two more doodles and Lukas had to cover his mouth to hide his smirk -- the director was not artistically inclined. "Two of the five Heroes will be Shieldmaidens. The Shieldmaidens have no offensive capabilities and are motionless, but they bestow a protective guardian charm upon the Archmage. As long as both Shieldmaidens remain standing, the Archmage is completely immune to damage. If one Shieldmaiden remains, the Archmage will receive only half of the incoming damage. Each team will bind one member to each Shieldmaiden. As long as that teammate remains within a certain radius of the Shieldmaiden, they will receive the same benefit of the guardian charm, protecting them from half of all incoming damage."

"Can you heal the Heros?" Lukas asked.

"No," Jaren answered. "Damage done to the Heroes is permanent."

Lukas nodded in understanding and Jaren continued. "The final two Heroes are the Knights. Knights are the only Heroes that can move, though will remain stationary until a member of the team dips below a quarter of their health. A Knight will then rush to rescue the injured competitor and carry them to the Seraphic Snarebush, where they will be healed. Keep in mind, the Archmage will either feed the bush mana or launch spells at nearby enemies, but will not do both at the same time. The Knights possess the highest HP and are very difficult to kill, but they can be targeted. The Fatality Clause will remain in effect for this round, though the risk of death should mostly be mitigated by the Knights."

"What if you do not want the Knight to rescue you when you drop below a quarter health?" Brennan asked.

"Then you'll either have to outrun your own Knight," Jaren answered. Brennan's confidence regarding not needing a Knight worried Lukas slightly, but he shoved his anxiety out of his mind.

"That's it," Jaren concluded. "One Archmage, two Shieldmaidens, two Knights, and a Seraphic Snarebush -- the strategy to win is up to you. Do you target both Shieldmaidens or only one? Who will you bind to the Shieldmaidens? Do you focus on the Heroes or the competing Adventurers? How many members of your team will you place on offense?"

Lukas glanced over to his teammates, seeing if they had any visible reactions to Jaren's instructions. For the most part, everyone was listening intently with neutral expressions.

"You will have three hours to prepare," the director said, concluding the orientation. "The audience is eagerly awaiting an epic display of wit, skill, and brute strength. Who will rise and be crowned champion of the tournament?"

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