Your draconic trump card

"Hey cutie, nice to finally meet you! I was wondering who's been making Luce all grumpy recently." The dragoness casually steps past your throne and into the arena, red fabric trailing from her intricate web of bangles, pins, and chains. "Just let me know when you're ready!" She blows the adventurer a kiss and then clasps her hands behind her back, waiting patiently as Alastra selects her perks for the highest level most adventurers reach.

"Say, babes, why don't you go meet some of your future subordinates?" You stroke Alastra's ex-companions' hair and point over to the cambions, several of them leaning against the wall as they wait for another turn with the maids. "Might as well grab a front-row seat while you have some fun."

Circe pulls away first, her face turning to yours with a blend of a curious look and a glare. "I thought entertaining the underlings was the job of the maids, daemon?"

"Oh, you certainly don't have to, but you can hear how much fun they're all having over there!" You laugh and then stop for a moment to let the moans echo across the room. "Besides, I'm sure it would certainly help your reputation with the troops. Don't worry, we aren't prudes here like you adventurers. Nobody will mind if you want a bit of dick, except maybe Alastra—but who cares what she thinks?" Hecate rises and shrugs, then timidly turns to the sculpted daemons, giving a yelp as you grope her proferred ass then give her a gentle shove. "Go get 'em, girl!" The witch walks over to the cambions, who turn in interest, then says something inaudible: two of them look disappointed while the other grins as Hecate pulls off her robe. Vash and Circe watch, mesmerized, as their friend moans in pleasure as the daemon picks her up and drops her onto his veiny shaft, her bountiful breasts bouncing with every thrust.

"Go on, wouldn't want your friend to have to manage all three of those studs, would you?" The other two walk over at your encouragement and each pick a cambion, the daemons grinning as the new beauties press against them and whisper something in their ears, hands playing across the daemons' shafts. A moment later their clothes are strewn across the floor. Vash is down on her hands, a daemon pounding her from behind, while the other cambion holds up one of Circe's legs as she stands on the other, the underling's thick shaft pumping in and out of her drooling cunt.

You turn to Sahr'rhazad; the djinni's eyes are fixated on the back of your final champion, a ponderous expression on her face. "Say, daemon, she looks familiar. Is she..?"

You simply put a finger to your lips and grin. "Still doubt that I know what I'm doing?" A grin spreads across the djinni's face in response as understanding shifts to delight.

"Ooh, you're right, I am glad you invited me." She rubs her hands in anticipation. "This should be quick."

"I'm actually counting on Kay to take it rather slow," you grin in response. "It'll be more fun that way, for everyone. Well... almost. Do keep things quiet though, please. I really am a daemon of my word, and I'm counting on you to be as well."

"Okay, ready." Alastra interrupts your chat and turns back to you and to your final champion, a confident voice escaping her full help. "I see that this has somehow inspired my allies to descend to new lows: must be something in the air. Well, I wish you all a wonderful orgy once this is over." Her sarcasm is thick. "As for you... some sort of concubine? Really? No wonder you got killed by some weakling last time."

"How rude!" Ikaria pouts. "Or are you just jealous? Nothing to show? Why else would you hide behind all that armour?"

"Well, apparently it's a novelty here, but I like to use armour that keeps me safe." Alastra's voice is utterly deadpan. "As opposed to... whatever that is. An exotic dancer's outfit? Whatever, let's just get this over with. Do you even have a weapon?"

"Oh my god, how embarrassing." Kay titters a bit, then struts over to one of the cambions. "I hope you don't mind if I borrow this, dear?" The daemon shrugs and hands her his halberd, then turns back to the maid who's currently pumping his shaft with her hand. "There, will that do?"

Alastra lets out a long sigh. "Sure, whatever. Bring it on." Despite her bored tone, the paladin raises her sword with every bit as much speed and skill as against your other minions, and wastes no time in charging at the dragoness opposite her. Kay swings the massive halberd in response, effortlessly wielding the bulky polearm, and brings the blade smashing into Alastra's sword with a ring of steel. The cambions cheer as Kay wheels the poleaxe around with incredible speed, forcing the paladin on the defensive as she hacks from every direction.

The holy warrior finally knocks away the dragoness' ****, staggering Prometheia's daughter with a well-placed kick to the stomach, then uses the opening to slam her sword into the ground, another set of cracks marring the arena floor. The glowing rune is slightly larger this time, and as the light infuses the paladin she moves with renewed vigour, darting on the offensive. She batters Kay with a flurry of blades, the dragoness whirling as elegantly as Sahr'rhazad recently did, her makeshift weapon effortlessly parrying the frenzy. The two kick out almost simultaneously, each too focused on their own strike to dodge the other, and the impact knocks the two backwards into crumpled heaps on the ground. Alastra uses her sword to push herself back to her feet, while Kay simply jumps up with a casual hop, and the two pant as they eye each other.

"You aren't so bad after all," Alastra gives her opponent a nod, genuine praise in her voice, then sinks to her knees in prayer. Kay just shrugs as the paladin powers herself up once again, golden wings unfurling from her back and her body radiating blinding holy light. "A bit too arrogant for your own good, though!" Seeing the dragoness not even attempt to attack, the paladin lights her sword aflame before dashing forwards, gleaming like a noble archangel descended to Arkus to challenge the champions of hell.

Kay raises her halberd almost too quickly to see, and tongues of holy fire radiate as the halberd's blade parries strike after strike from the angelic warrior's flaming sword. Alastra laughs and grunts, striking with seemingly endless power and stamina, and there's a sickening screech of twisting metal as the halberd is slowly bent out of shape, the mundane weapon not suited for defending against the flurry of empowered blows it's subjected to. A powerful, two-handed swing from the paladin finally shatters the axe head entirely, leaving Ikaria holding little more than a long, smooth stick. The dragoness dances out of reach with almost effortless grace, and the paladin opposite her pauses to catch her breath, letting out a light chuckle.

"Once again, daemon. Your champions would be better off if they learned to work swords, not staves!"

"Hey girl, some of us rather happen to like staves!" Lust drips from Kay's voice as she taunts the paladin, pumping a hand up and down the makeshift quarterstaff in her hands. "Mmm, they can be so long, and hard, and thick, and... electrifying," sparks burst from her hands as she rolls the last word around in her mouth, lighting up the staff in a blaze of arcing blue bolts.

Alastra roars as she sees her opponent's new trick and lobs her sword at your consort-to-be. The longsword glides through the air as if held in invisible hands, and the paladin charges behind it, another gleaming hammer forming in her gauntlets as she does. Sparks fly as Kay duels the floating sword, then sways out of the path of the hammer, gracefully kicking its wielder's head as she passes. The paladin coughs, helm flying off to reveal a graceful elven face with a curtain of sleek black hair, her gorgeous Asian features marred with pain and frustration. Kay turns back to deflect another swing from the floating sword, and Alastra takes the opportunity to slam her huge weapon into the ground. The shockwave tosses Kay off of her feet, and Alastra takes her sword back in hand with a sheen of sweat glistening on her face.

"Guardians of Nire, your charge requires aid!" Trumpets sound in response to Alastra's cry, and a gate made out of clouds forms in the centre of the arena. Two angels, a man and a woman with flowing white robes that match their feathery wings, fly out with golden swords and burning eyes. The paladin leaps behind them, determination on her face as she switches her sword back into its powerful bow form. Kay leaps back to her feet and meets the two angels' blades with a crackle of electricity, the three of them whirling in a dance of **** as the creak of wood announces Alastra's first draw.

Kay roars and swings her makeshift staff in a wide arc, sending the two angels reeling back with crackling electricity running up and down their blades. A lance of light rushes towards her and she narrowly weaves out of the way, the huge arrow leaving a smoking hole as it cuts into the ground a few moments later. The dragoness takes the male angel by the neck and picks him up, blowing him a kiss before a sudden surge of electricity runs up her arms. The powerful holy warrior lets out a single, strangled cry of agony before the lightning vaporizes him, burning him until nothing but ash remains.

The room explodes in roars, moans, and cheers, and a look of shock crosses Alastra's face at the sight. Kay grips her staff once again and swings it at the remaining angel, and the paladin catches herself and the nocks another shaft in her titanic bow. The feminine angel reels as Ikaria brings down a powerful overhand swing with her staff, her opponent staggering backwards as her hands smoke from the released charge, then chuckles and takes one step forward—only to be blown aside by the **** of Alastra's second shot.

The room goes silent for a moment as Kay's body slams into a wall, pinned like an insect by the gleaming spear. A few cambions jeer and boo at the sight, and Alastra lets out a victorious roar. You simply shrug and wrap your hands around the back of your head, lounging back in your chair. A moment later the paladin's face turns to shock as the dragoness rips the shaft from her chest, kicking off the wall as if it were solid ground and landing on the shattered floor with a crunch. Roars of approval come from the audience, then moans as the cambions pound into their partners with renewed vigour. The maids are all but invisible between their many mates and Alastra's ex-allies barely watch as they enjoy being ravaged by their partners' thick shafts.

The paladin grits her teeth and nocks a third shaft in her massive bow, sweat dripping from her face as she draws the string even tighter than before. The remaining angel slowly retreats, her pace **** by the barrage of sparking blows that Kay rains down with her quarterstaff. It's all she can do to block the blows, no longer making any attempt to weave attacks of her own between the dragoness' ****. A snap and thrum cuts through the din of battle, chatter, and debauchery as Alastra's third lance rushes towards its mark, and the angel cries out in surprise as Kay hammers her into the projectile's path with a powerful sweep of her staff. The lance skewers the angel, slams her into the dragoness, then smashes the two into the wall. This time the crowd simply jeers at Alastra and cheers at the tangled women's bodies in anticipation of Kay's rise, the cries becoming deafening when she stands up and snaps the summon's neck with a flick of her hands.

Alastra clenches her teeth and rushes over to her opponent's fallen quarterstaff, changing her bow back into a sword and cleaving the chunk of wood in half. She holds her sword defiantly to the woman approaching her, a mixture of fear and anticipation in her face as Prometheia's daughter casually strides back into the ring, looking not much worse for wear than when she started.

"Say, babe, that wasn't very nice," Ikaria points to the bits of wood at the paladin's feet. "You know how I feel about long, hard shafts," she winks and giggles. "Could you maybe toss that sword of yours aside? It'd only be fair!" The dragoness runs one hand through her hair and presses the other against the side of her waist.

Alastra doesn't bother to respond, none of her earlier bravado remaining. Her eyes dart with wild energy and her hair is a dishevelled mess, her armour dented and dirty with dust and blood. Seeing her opponent stand still, she uncorks a vial of red liquid and guzzles it. Her eyes never leave her opponent, nor does the tip of her sword, and a second later she tosses the empty glass with an urgent flick. It unceremoniously shatters on the hard floor as the two stare at one another; Alastra's glare might kill a lesser foe on the spot.

"Giving me the silent treatment, cutie? How mean! You could just kneel, you know. Wouldn't it be so much easier that way? I could make it nice and quick!"

"Die, monster!" Alastra's battle cry turns into an incoherent roar and she leaps forth, golden light surrounding her as she dashes.

"How barbaric." Kay pouts and leaps out of the way, circling to where Alastra was before her **** charge, leaving the paladin now facing away from you and Kay turned towards you. "Well, if you aren't going to play fair, I don't think I will either. Sorry, but this is probably going to hurt, like, really bad."

Kay brings her hand to her lips to blow a kiss, and Alastra breaks into another charge. When the dragoness removes her finger, sparks play across her lips, gradually growing into a blinding blueish-white light. The paladin finally seems to notice something is wrong and stops her rush, calling forth a shimmering shield of golden light on her left arm, and not a moment too soon. Kay flicks her hand to the side with a lazy swing and kisses the air, but as her lips part they reveal a mouth that seems to be made of light itself. The room goes utterly silent as every hair on your body stands up, and then a bolt of lightning shoots from Ikaria's mouth and pulverizes Alastra's magical barrier, blinding and deafening you in a crash of light and thunder. Your scarred vision can just barely make out a second bolt striking the paladin's body and tossing her into the air, then a third bolt catching her in mid-flight, and finally a fourth bolt reducing her to ash. Two more bolts arc out, one leaving a smoking mark on the wall and the other pulverizing an unlucky cambion enjoying one of Cindy's hands, and then the room is still.

Your senses slowly return to a roar of cheers, a smug bow from Kay, and the shocked look of Sahr'rhazad's beside you. The djinni's mouth curls into a wide grin, and she lets out one giggle, then another, then loses herself in a fit.

"My, you're right, that was... something," the dazed dungeon boss chuckles a few more times as she stares at the black scorch that was once her champion.

Kay enjoys the adulation of the crowd for another few seconds then strides directly towards you. "Oh my, you have no idea how worked up that got me, not to mention all of those cuties getting off to my battle. You and me are hitting the sack, mister, right now!" She grabs your hand and gives you an urgent tug. You allow yourself to be pulled upright with a laugh, then wrap one hand under the dragoness' butt and another behind her back, picking her up into a passionate kiss. She responds in kind, urgently devouring your lips, then withdraws to pant briefly.

"Selena," the adventurer looks up at you with an amused smile. "Would you mind getting this lot under control sometime in the next hour? They can continue in the throne room if they'd like, but I want everyone to be nice and ready for our newest maid's respawn." The stormsoul shrugs and gives you a thumbs up, then crosses her legs and relaxes in her chair. You leave the moans and slaps of flesh and make for the portal, looking forward to ravaging—and being ravaged by—the dragoness in your arms.