The Winners’ Rewards

Gabe

These were my two best girls, attitudes aside. I was going to have to treat them right.

"Let's start with the loser, shall we?" Daisy was too busy being a crater, to make much of a struggle, so I went into it. Keenly aware that half of my harem was still awake, ready to judge me. "For the Heritage trait, I'm picking Goblin Sex Toy."

Jasmine audibly groaned, even from way up here I could hear her.

Even as her hackles raised, I saw Sky wave her hands.

That was interesting. I'd picked up enough from Anna's trait to know that the world kind of changed when I did these cultural changes. I wonder. "Jasmine do you have a problem with treating goblins like sex toys?"

She shrugged. "Of course not, that what they're there for." The face was too obvious, she was too stupid now to really hide her internal workings. She was wondering if it was natural, then where did all this anger came from them? Then it dawned on her. “But she's really a human... under it all so..."

"I see." Skye moved on. Secretly satisfied that I'd thrown Jasmine off balance. It was going to take a shit load of empathy to fully get over the rivalry we'd built over the preseason. Maybe a little magic too. "For her punishment, I'm deciding to give her a reprise, a second chance. If she proves herself in the next challenge, she won't get any punishments..."

Skye picked up from there. "But if she fails you, the consequences will be dire."

"I have faith in her." Consequences more dire than people seeing her as nothing but a sex toy? Doubtful. I cast my attention to the goblin strewn section of the arena, most of whom were in some form of fucking after all the seduction on display. "Your champion has done well for you, be proud."

They gave great wet woops, and an array of panties splatted on the arena around Daisy to show their pleasure with her display.

"On to our winner." Skye gave a pleased smile to me, her radiance nearly blinded him. Despite all the evil she was inflicting on the team, there always seemed to be a love of some kind behind her actions. I wanted more than anything to figure out what was going on inside that divine mind.

I shook myself from the spell she put me under, and moved my attention to the scowling Jasmine. "I guess it's time for our champion."

She snorted and crossed her arms, looking very at home in that orc body. "Do your worst."

"Nothing but reward for you here." I said trying to sound amused and in control. The last thing I needed was people seeing her get to me. "First off we're going to hook you up with Devastating Open, everyone loves more damage. Plus this let's you get a better bonus from two handing a weapon, it makes your shield that much more versatile."

She grunted. "Sounds useful."

"For you Ancestry feat, we're going to stick with the challenge. Each morning you can challenge another party member to a competition, if you win you gain a bonus for your trait. That should help you out, eh?"

"Really?" She cocked a red eyebrow my way. "Not the machochism trait?"

The question **** an image of me whipping her ass with a riding crop. I couldn’t deny there was a certain stirring at that idea. “What’s the matter, not up for the challenge?”

“Of course I am!” She stomped her foot, and quickly shook her head. “Stop that. Stop messing with my head.”

It must have been so scary dealing with a second voice in her head. “Let’s beat this thing Jasmine. We have to work together on this.”

She glowered and crossed her arms. “Are we done here?”

Skye seemed to be enjoying the discourse. A small smile played across her mouth. “Not quite yet, for winning the tournament you have earned the honor of sharing the Prince’s bed tonight, you two will enjoy a massive feast, and eachother’s company. Everyone else will return to their rooms, and await their summons in the morning.”

Oh goodie. Spending time with Jasmine was painful enough, and that was before she could break solid stone with her hands.

If I wasn’t careful, I wouldn’t survive the night.