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Auhrul steps through the halls of the La Floresian Eternale, the Nexus of the Tournament of Pleasure. He drapes himself in his cloak, giving nods to the passersby, and a wink to some of the handsome men among the service staff. Many of them blush and look away, but he gets a few appreciative smirks here and there before he makes it to his destination.

He frees his metallic arm from under his cloak, knuckles just about to rap on the door, when the soft, high-pitched voice on the other side responds. "Come in."

With a click, the door unlocks and swings open. Auhrul quietly enters the chamber.

There, books and pages are spread out as the kobold mage sits and scribbles some notes down, comparing some magical lore to other, more recent findings.

"You were expecting me, miss?"

Izon stares up from her work, waving her hand. The pages and notes pick up and rearrange, forming into a neat pile beside her. "I've heard of the upcoming match as well. I suspected from your previous battles that you'd be wanting to see me." She holds out her hand, sliding a chair over towards him.

"And you're right," he says, sitting down, crossing one leg over the other, his cloak spreading wide, revealing his rippling scales beneath. "The fact of the matter is, Miss Izon, I have had quite enough fun in the Tournament of Pleasure, taking on the gamut of my interests. Unfortunately, you do not fall into that spectrum."

"And so, you wish to settle the match outside of the official setting with a concession?"

"Yes, but not you--"

"I won't allow you to concede," Izon says.

Auhrul scratches under his chin. "You plan to face an opponent who has no interest in you? Whatever would you gain?"

Izon smirks at that. "Why, master Auhrul, I would gain knowledge, and that is all that matters."

Auhrul nods, picking himself up. "Very well, then. I suppose I'll have to figure out a way to prepare myself for an opponent such as you. Since you do not arouse me, I shall very easily be able to best you."

Izon waves her hand, bringing her book to herself. Tucking it under her arm, she flashes him a toothy grin. "Oh, but Auhrul, your study of sexual combat is all about the male anatomy. You will have nothing to exploit."

"I see. Well, it should be an interesting match, indeed, if a bit uneventful. I must prepare now." He gives her a quick bow of his head, stands up, and walks out the door.

Izon glances down at the book. "Oh, don't you worry about that. There'll be plenty of excitement."

Auhrul is the first to arrive at the designated arena. Shrugging off his cloak, he reveals his muscled and well-endowed form to the crowd. He sits, crossing his legs, and meditates upon his next opponent--that little kobold woman... someone he has no sexual attraction to. Indeed, he knew this time would come, but he never actually thought he'd face a female in sexual combat.

The crowd's cheers increase, signaling the arrival of his opponent. Auhrul opens one eye, only to blink and stand up.

Stepping into the arena is not the little kobold he had spoken to, but a taller, draconic figure, draped in robes with that same feminine, yet oddly alluring, face, enhanced with more prominent and more numerous horns. All about Izon there emanates the scent of magic, but there was also something else.

"I see you're prepared," Izon says, her voice gently gruff, but with a playful lilt."You've made preparations, yourself, it seems. I wonder if I am truly ready."

"Probably not," the transformed kobold jests, reaching a hand outward and then flicking the arm back, throwing the cloak to the side.

Auhrul's flaccid dick jumps in excitement. The kobold took on a more draconic form but has the slight curves, the gentle tones, and the androgynous allure of a femboy.

"I see..." Auhrul says, his eyes drinking in the foe before him. "So... you've made it harder on yourself."

"Oh..." Izon coos, coupled with a giggle. "I've made something hard, alright." He slides his hand down over his body, cupping the engorged cock between his legs. The magic thrums as he strokes a scaled hand along the shaft. "And it's ready for you."

Auhrul rolls his neck, his stance at the ready. "Your arrogance will be your downfall, wizard. I shall enjoy making you endure a thousand years of pleasure!"

"Try it, if you might," Izon says, a sigh in his voice, a haze of delight in his eyes. Each stroke takes longer than the last as he jerks himself off, that growl growing in his words.

Auhrul beckons the femboy wizard closer with a curl of his metallic fingers. Izon responds by approaching him, their shafts touching even as he looks up to the lizardman.

Auhrul grunts, his body trembling. Already, Izon's warm, throbbing dick is bigger than his own. Had it been that way a moment ago?

Narrowing his eyes, Izon purrs. "What's the matter, Auhrul? Am I too manly for you?

Auhrul clamps his hands upon Izon's shoulders, thumbs pressing into the points that would send any man shuddering to their knees.

Izon gasps, falling just as the lizardman had planned, but the magical aura explodes, knocking the lizard in the stomach, sending him stumbling back.

"Nice trick!" he grunts, looking back up to Izon, only to cough and stumble again.

It wasn't the magic that struck him.

It was Izon's large-and growing-cock!