That was stressful. Lets just all watch some nice, relaxing magic vision

I was relaxing on the high class massage chair. Aiju was sitting on my lap happily purring, while Sanakia and Fisti both stood at my side, trying very hard to outdo each other with looking serious.

Beatrice enjoyed some strawberries with cream(no doubt paid from my fighter’s pass) while Cassandra, still terribly under-dressed, languished on the sofa, yawning very loudly.

Basically, we where all crowded around the magic vision to watch the last few matches of the day. Bracket G just ended with a ninja destroying a tank.

“Ha! Fork over the cash!”, Cassandra demanded with a grin.

“Yeah yeah”, Beatrice grumbled and tossed Cassandra something that looked suspiciously like my fighter’s pass.

...

I will have enough money after the next round, right?

I would question this illegal gambling, but what we where all here for was the final battle of the day and the one that would decide the last finalist of the tournament.

“Heya! Am I too late?” chirped a happy Femto who just popped herself in existence next to Beatrice, because of course she did.

“Not at all. You are rather timely, in fact”, Beatrice assured munching some more strawberries.

“D-D-D-Devil!” Sanakia screeched, drawing her sword. “Foul Fiend! I will not suffer your presence! Prepare to…”

“No Sanakia, Femto is our...sigh...friend.”

“B-But my Lord…!”

“Devil girl is nice lady”, Aiju agreed with a yawn and snuggled against me.

“Yeah, real peach that one”, Cassandra groaned.

“Uh! There she is!”, Femto squealed and our attention was turned back to the magic vision.

Sure enough, the first combatant to enter the arena was the Devil known as Asmodeus. Some of the girls here encountered her already, but she was completely new to me.

Well, my only experience with devils are Femto, so if I had to make a comparison, I would say Asmodeus looked more dignified. Although the way she dresses was just as outrageous.

“No doubt one of your friends, devil.” Sanakia growled. I better make sure these two stay far apart from each other.

“Oh yeah, we're besties.” Femto chuckled.

“It is hard to believe, you fought her just mere hours ago”, I added.

“Well, only Lady Sylphid and Valkyrie did the fighting”, Fisti explained. “The rest of us would have been toast if we even attempted to tackle that thing head on.”

“You could have told me, Asmo now works for a mob boss”, Beatrice grumbled towards Femto. “Because of that my fool proof plan almost failed.”

Femto’s response was to snatch a strawberry out of the bowl and pop it into her mouth. “Hey, we are tight but not that tight. Asmo doesn't tell me everything, you know.”

Five seconds ago you claimed you were besties!

Loud cheering announced that the second fighter was in the process of entering the arena. Sporting a black armor, only his face was visible, adorned by a beautiful blonde mane. This was Ithere, the Dark Lord.

“Accursed fiend!” Sanakia seemed to be even more upset with him then with Asmodeus.

“Look at these fucking monsters”, Cassandra let out a nervous chuckle. “Can''t even say who of the two is worse.”

“My money is on Asmo”, proclaimed Beatrice. “She is a rank three Devil, unlike Femto here who is only rank four.”

Ok, that means absolutely nothing to me.

“Hey!”, Femto complained while pouting. “You know, I would have been rank three if I gotten your soul.”

“Well, you didn’t, so there, bleeee” Beatrice stuck her tongue out at Femto who responded by playfully pinching said tongue.

“Will you cease this tomfoolery already?”, Sanakia complained. “The bout is about to begin.”

Bracket H Final Dark Lord Ithere vs Devil Asmodeus

Begin!

Neither side moved. And for the first few seconds the two opponents merely stared at each other.

“Ah, but of course”, The Dark Lord chuckled. “How uncouth of me.” He stretched his hand out and a single dark spear shot towards the devil.

Asmodeus made no attempt to avoid it. That was because this was not a serious attack. It was merely the basic requirement for this fight to start.

Once the attack connected however, the devil wasted no time. Snapping her finger, a bolt of lightning descended directly on Ithere's position. The Dark Lord was unperturbed, avoiding the attack with what appeared to be teleportation.

Asmodeus meanwhile kept her **** up. More and more lightning started to rain down whenever Ithere appeared again.

“That was what she did against Lady Sylphid as well”, Fisti pointed out. “Lady Sylphid kept up, and she did it without these lame vanishing parlor tricks!”

“That's shadow teleportation, you uncultured country bumpkin”, Beatrice chomped down on another strawberry. “It's way more cost effective then regular teleportation. As long as there are shadows, the Dark Lord can pretty much teleport as much as he wants.”

Come late afternoon, the sun had largely managed to pierce through the clouds, providing the Dark Lord with ample shadow spots to choose from. Even so, it appeared he almost toyed with the devil as he made no attempt to actual attack.

“Almost like whack-a-hanny. Cheeky fucker doesn’t even take it serious”, Cassandra scoffed.

After a few more minutes of this game, Asmodeus stopped her attacks. As if to humor her, Ithere remained still as well. For a brief moment, silence descended once more upon the arena.

“My...impressive”, the Devil finally spoke. “I see that your reputation is not unwarranted, oh Lord of Shadows.”

Ithere gave a mocking bow at that.

“Now then”, Asmodeus continued with a seductive smirk. “Lets provide these mortals with some real entertainment, shall we?”

Aiju was the first who noticed it, she started hissing. A few seconds later a deafening rumble came from the magic vision...no from outside.

“What in the...” Bea stopped eating. “This room should be magic proof!”

“Oh Bea, you can be so adorable sometimes”, Femto chuckled. “Every magic has its limit, and against a Rank 3 Devil that goes all out, these barriers might as well be made out of paper.”

“A Rank 3’s residue magic can penetrate all the way to here? Your kidding, right?”

“W-what is happening?”, Sanakia drew her sword and slashed the air. “Y-you will find no quarter here, accursed fiend!”

Safe for the smirking devil, none of us seemed to have any idea what was going on, but we could tell the telltale sign of a thunderstorm approaching as it started to rain inside the arena.

...inside?

“This crazy thunder devil!, O-oi, we are fine here, right?”, asked a rather nervous Fisti. Right, she experienced that power firsthand.

“Probably, but if you want to make really sure...” Femto put an arm over Fisti. “How about a contract? I can offer you a lifetime protection service and you would be surprised how low the overhead is!”

I decided to just focus on the fight.

It appears Asmodeus aim was to turn the entire arena into a thunderstorm cloud. Flashes of lightning occurred so often, it almost hurt to look at the screen.

I felt a bit bad for Ben. Asmodeus seemingly had enough control of the storm that she left a small safety zone around him, but still that can’t be pleasant. The spectator seemed to be safe as well as this thundercloud took on a rather artificial looking spherical form.

The Dark Lord on the other hand was quite literally in the eye of the storm, but if he felt any discomfort from that he was not showing it. Still, the thunderstorm had the added affect of blocking out the sun, drastically limiting his shadow teleportation ability.

“None of this matters. Dark Lords have an invincibility field”, Sanakia pointed out. “Safe for holy weapons nothing can hurt them.”

“Oh, aren't you just precious.” Femto grinned. “Didn’t I just explain it? We Devils play by our own rules.”

Indeed.

Ithere was finally no longer able to avoid all of the lightning strikes. A particularly vicious one hit him point blank.

Any human would be dead after that, but the Dark Lord merely showed his discomfort with a small wince. Still, it clearly had an effect.

“Devils can just as much break through an invincibility field as your precious holy weapons. Didn’t they teach you at least that much in church school?”, Beatrice sneered towards a very baffled Sanakia.

With the deck veritably stacked against him, Ithere finally moved on the offensive. He stretched his arm out and a host of dark tentacles rushed towards Asmodeus.

The Devil countered by concentrating her electric energy on the tentacles. The electric energy viciously tore into the darkness Some of the tentacles got shot down but about half of them reached Asmodeus and wrapped themselves around her.

Of course, that wasn't all the tentacles would do. Rather quickly, they invaded Asmodeus skimpy clothes and began to caress and squeeze her body. Soon, the Devil started to moan in pleasure.

I...did not expect the fight to go in that direction. It didn't appear that Asmodeus was in any rush to remedy the situation. Even the lightning seemed to stop.

I also noticed that Aiju started to rub herself against me rather vehemently. Fisti got very flustered and Cassandra let out a little curse.

Something was very wrong here.

“Oh my, that's Asmodeus for you”, Femto theatrically wiped her brow. “She currently exudes a tremendous amount of lust. Get ready folks.”

L-Lust?

“If only I had my magic...this would be nothing...”, Bea said, taking a deep breath.

Femto nodded. “We are far enough away that we should be able to take it. Well, most of us at least. The problem cases are...”

Fisti moaned loudly and dropped to her knees. “W...what is this?”, she said panting.

“Our little sacrifice”, Femto continued her explanation as she slowly hovered over to Fisti and stroked her cheek. “She is...lets say, experiencing a few minor side effects from her role as sacrifice.”

“What do ya mean side effects, ya crazy devil!”, Fisti pressed out as she squeezed her legs together.

“Well...for example…” Femto, with a mischievous grin gently brushed against Fisti’s breasts and the martial artist almost yelped in shock. “Aww, so cute”, the devil chuckled.

“And Aiju as well...!”, I pointed out. The catgirl was grinding herself against my crotch with frightening ****.

“Oh, that's just her in heath”, Femto explained. “Give her a good orgasm and she will calm down.”

“This is utterly deplorable”, Sanakia mumbled as she was about to help Fisti. “How long will we have to endure this wanton bout of lasciviousness?”

“Until Asmodeus has enough”, Femto shrugged. “Judging from her performance, that could take a while. Her orgies tend to last for days.”

“D-Days?”

Femto nodded. “Hey knight girl. Why don’t you help your friend out a little? I think she could use a hand or tongue.”

“W-wa-wah wah s-such indecency!”, Sanakia blushed almost as much as Fisti. “I could never!”

Fisti certainly looked like she could use some help.

“Oh fuck this!”, Cassandra suddenly went and snatched Fisti up to her on the couch. “You want some relief, you horny, little ****, don't you?”

“S-screw ya slaver...I...I can handle it...!”, Fisti gasped and Cassandra flat out shoved a hand down her pants.

“H...hey stop this!”, I said weakly, but my dick was getting rather hard as well. No doubt due to Aiju's rather constant grinding. “Mari...Mari...lets mate....mate...”, the catgirl purred.

Bea and Sanakia where still holding out strong, but even they where clearly getting very aroused. I was particularly worried about Sanakia who was sweating a lot in that armor of hers.

“Bit cruel to not let them have it”, said Femto who now moved over to Beatrice. “The little sacrifice sooo desperately needs some release.”, she hushed into Bea's ear. “Just look at her poor, flushed face.”

The ex-witch replied with a shudder “S-stop it, Femto!”

“But just look at her”, Femto continued. “So flush with wanton lust. It’s pretty sexy don’t you think?”

“W-who cares about that horny, little punchy?”

But none of us could resist the urge to look towards Fisti. Cassandra in particular seemed to enjoy herself very much. I did gave her the order to stop so she couldn’t do much to Fisti besides holding her but in a way she didn’t seem bothered by that.

“A-alright”, I panted. “You are allowed to do your...uh..caressing Cassandra, but only if Fisti consents.”

Femto was gently brushing over Bea’s body with her tail, teasing her all over. “Never pegged you that much for a sadist.”

Cassandra was quick to grab the opportunity. She began nibbling Fisti’s ear. “You heard that little ****? You better do a good job begging me to put my finger into your cunt, or you can stay a horny little slut forever.”

“L-Like hell I will”, Fisti pushed out through gritted teeth. “I...I can..h..handle this.”

Aiju evidently could not handle it, as the catgirl started to grind with even more intensity.

I was getting pretty close myself, and I'm pretty sure I was the first to orgasm in this room. Kinda shameful really.

That seemed to have put Fisti over the edge. “Screw it! Just do it! Get me off already!!! I wan’t to cum!”, the martial artist desperately screamed.

Cassandra was happy to oblige. Well, or at least start the teasing. The huntress seemed perfectly fine to not get any satisfaction herself, or perhaps driving Fisti almost insane was the satisfaction for her. With a grin, she whispered something in her ear and Fisti moaned.

“Say it.”

“I’M A DORKY LITTLE BRAT WHO NEEDS CUMMIES!”, Fisti screamed. “PWEASE GIB CUMMIES, MOMMY!”

The huntress shuddered in sadistic pleasure. It didn’t even look like she actually followed through with her end of the bargain and instead opted to continue torment poor Fisti.

I really should put a stop to that. Unfortunately, I was way too aroused myself and instead opted to finally get out of my pants to get proper access to the randy catgirl on my lap.

Checking magic vision again, the “fight” was still ongoing, the only difference would be that the audience was starting to get in on it. The entire stadium seemed to devolve into a mass of writhing, moaning bodies. Gender and the likes appeared to matter very little, as the base desire to satisfy their urges replaced any common sense.

I couldn't help but pity Ben. The referee was just standing there with a blank look on his face, jerking himself viciously. It didn't look particularly pleasant.

“Must be hard for you, too”, Femto who apparently found a new victim(after Beatrice finally stopped the act and started touching herself to the show Cassandra and Fisti provided her) hovered around Sanakia, licking her lips. “Wearing such heavy armor, I doubt you could even pleasure yourself if you wanted to.”

“Maledict fiend! This is nothing!” The Galmon was gritting her teeth. True enough she was the only one of us who still managed to hold strong.

“Aww, you are so cute”, Femto tittered. “Look at you desperately trying to keep your arousal in check. But we all know you soon going to viciously masturbate in front of your Lord. How humiliating. I wonder what he will think witnessing such a shameful display.”

“H-hey Femto”, I gasped. “D-don’t overdo it. And Sanakia it’s ok...i-if you want to masturbate.”

But the Sexy-Knight squeezed her eyes shot and stubbornly shook her head.

Femto merely chuckled. “Hey Sir”, she addressed me. “Try order Sexy-Knight here to cum, I don't think she will last much longer otherwise.”

“I..I could do this?”, I asked dumbfounded. My own erection was already coming back and I have to admit that my brain was most likely not working very rationally right now. And the idea to command Sanakia like this was...very appealing.

“No idea”, the devil admitted. “But would be pretty hot, no?”

“Your fucking kidding me, Daddy? Of course you can do this, you stupid, fucking, moron.”, Cassandra demonstratively moaned in pleasure. She somehow managed to cajole Fisti into eating her out and the poor martial artist just got squirted in the face.

Oh right. I can do this too. Err, not the squirting.

“My Lord...please don't.”, Sanakia begged, her cheeks flushed with lust. “I...will not debase myself to such a degree.”

From the looks of it, Sanakia was barely able to stand up straight. Yeah, I had to do something. In fact anyone here could use an orgasm.

“On the count of three I want everyone in this room to experience an amazing orgasm”, I announced. “One...Two...Three!!!”

Five cries of ecstasy pierced the room. I personally came a bit later. Aiju's pussy constricted and that send me over the edge as well.

I slumped down in the chair, with Aiju happily purring.