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The Tournament of Princesses

Anna’s instincts were awake before she was. Her hand was gently rubbing her sex when consciousness came to her. In this word she was so pious her body jumped at the chance for prayer. “Yick.” She pulled her hand away. No way she was actually masturbating to Gabe.

Yet despite her removing her hand there was still a wet slapping sound in the room. The air was pungent.

“Umm… Senator are you alright?”

There was a yelp, and then a breathless pant. “Y-yes! Yes! Everything is alright over here!” The wet sound returned only a moment later.

Anna sighed and put her pillow over her own head.

——-

“You look like crap.” Lana laughed throwing her arm over her twins’ shoulder. The two marched back into the Prince’s chamber.

“That’s a bold thing to say to your twin.” Anna grumbled. But she knew it was true. Truer than true, it was obvious.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“No.” Anna yawned. “I slept for eight, and then sent my servants away when they came in to bathe me, so I could get an extra hour. It’s that stupid trait he gave me. I thought it was just about healing, but it’s literally like I didn’t sleep at all until I masturbate to him.”

Yikes. Lana was grateful for her trait in comparison. Well, she was kind of grateful even without the comparison. Even just walking through the hall all eyes were on her.

“Check it out.” Anna brushed her hand and brought up her own character sheet. There in red under statuses:

Exhausted: -1 to all rolls and saves until this character gets a full night’s sleep.

“That’s harsh.” Lana looked up and Saw Gabe was already seated in his throne. “Wonder how he slept?”

“He was apparently with Daisy after we left.

Lana nodded. “How was she as a roommate?”

“Well I woke up to her masturbating.”

Lana smirked. “Sounds like you’ll be returning the favor tomorrow.”

——-

Precious glared at the snoring dwarf across the room from her. She had a pillow over her head, and she could still hear her. It was like gravel in a blender. “If I was a rogue I would kill you in your sleep.” She hissed.

——-

Daisy was about three fingers deep into her womanhood when the covers were thrown off of her.

“Good morning mistress fatbutt!” Her team of beauticians sang.

She pulled her fingers out and queefed out a greeting before she could shout out. “You devils again?”

The nodded towards her and skillfully ingnored her wet fingers. “It’s time for your bath!”

Daisy gasped and grabbed onto one of the posters of her bed. “But I had one yesterday!” She cried as they pulled her away from the bed. She tried to claw her way to safety but…

They’d already trimmed her nails.

——-

Vera ran her fingers through the thick carpet that coated her armpit. A comb would get stuck in that stuff. “He couldn’t have been serious…”

Her beauticians looked up from her pedicure. The foot cold war had begun. Every beautician team in the palace, was shaping and painting toenails today. “Would you like us to shave you?”

Vera self consciously looked at her under arms. “N-no.” She closed her eyes. “I’m beautiful and worthy of love.”

——-

Night moved across Jasmine’s bed like a passing breeze. She was amazed by her own talent. The fabric barely even wrinkled against her weight. She had no love for this world, but god damn she liked being this badass elf chick.

She carefully crushed the sheets aside, and revealed Jasmine’s sleeping form. ‘First place huh? Figures all those screaming matches were hiding something else. I bet you didn’t even care he was abusing his powers. You were just jealous that he picked Anna.’

The elf shrugged, and placed her fingers on Jasmine’s panties. She began to pull them away from the skin, but they were still brushing her pubis. Night sighed and leaned forward she pulled the waistband away with her teeth.’ They just hasaaaaad to be fresh’

Carefully she began to slide the intimates away, the biggest obstacle was getting them off of that toned ass. The orc stirred a little, but Night was able to stay calm and eventually disentangled the ugly boy shorts from Jasmine’s big feet.

She smiled and rolled off the bed. Victorious she held the panties up her her nose. ‘The sweet smell of victory.’ She took a sniff and immediately regretted it. ‘Eww, why did I do that?’

——-

“Oh god.” Jasmine lamented, once she realize she’d gone to bed naked. “How drunk did those orcs get me?”

——-

Gabe had slept like a babe. Turns out if you get a big enough, and soft enough bed, even his mind will deactivate.

That bed was big enough for nine people. He liked imagining it full as he drifted asleep. When he imagined everyone sleeping, and at peace this set up didn’t seem so bad.

Now he was watching them filter into the hall and take their places before him. There was no peace in any of them. How could there be? Who knows what they were up against today? Level one was usually rats, right?”

“You’re all looking strong.” Skye beamed her radience into the hall. “Our lowest ranking members were the only ones making an effort to actually be a team, I noticed, strength in numbers maybe? Everyone else chose to go their own way,except for Daisy who fell into the master’s orbit.”

Vera crossed her arms. “People just needed some alone time. You’ve thrown so many things at us.”

“Of course, I was simply commenting on strategy. Those lone wolves might have had the right idea. Because today, you’ll be graded individually.”

Gabe crossed his arms.

Skye threw her arms out, her robes billowed dramatically. “Prince! The Quest is upon us! Assembled before us is the greatest collection of champions in the realm! Before we can send these heroines out to battle we must gauge their skill! Thus a tournament shall be held!”

“Oh shit.” Precious moaned. “You mean it’s going to be an actual tournament?”

Skye smiled. “A single elimination tournament, no holds barred, you win if you can knock your opponent out, or **** them to surrender.”

“Uh-oh.” The twins looked at eachother, they were both support classes!

Vera looked nervous too. “We have to fight eachother?” Gabe had forbidden her from hurting her teammates.

Skye waved her concern away. “It’s just a sparring match sweetlings don’t take it so seriously. This is simply a chance to demonstrate thy ability to the prince in a safe environment.”

That eased everyone’s nerves.

“Okay.” Jasmine crossed her arms. “So long as no one gets hurt I’m in.”

“Big surprise.” Precious grumbled.

Skye waved her hand and in the air, and a tournament bracket appeared. “These are the matchups.”