Kanae arrived at the stadium with Runald the next morning, still feeling the effects of ingesting Satine's blood. Her body was more sensitive than usual. She was always horny. Although the perpetual sensation of a heightened libido was normal for a succubus, everything about it had been intensified to a near uncontrollable but not to a wholly unmanageable degree.
"Damn. The both of you look like crap. Are you okay?" Arenade asked as the two plopped down into their seats.
"No, I'm not." Kanae groaned.
"I can't feel my penis anymore… My balls are completely empty, too…" Runald mumbled, clutching his head.
They ended up having more sex through the night. When Kanae had woken Runald up to take Aisha's potion, the urge to continue was too great to resist. To say she was satisfied at the moment would be incorrect. If anyone flashed their dick at her, they better be ready for what would entail.
Kanae turned to the arena. Maybe the tournament was enough to distract her. However, her mood soured, catching sight of Archbishop Patrice at the very center. It seemed she had 'awakened' from the coma at last. Today's matches were between Camilla against Minestra, and Edina against Claudia. Petyr's words echoed in Kanae's head again, about the archbishop orchestrating the tournament for the Saint Priests' advantage to win.
How? Kanae couldn't fathom. The idea of Bocchiri and Camilla defeating Petyr and Edina seemed so far-fetched. But she wouldn't put it past Archbishop Patrice in coming up with something to sate her own thirst.
The children chatted up a storm at the very front row of the booth. With the exception of Pan and Revah, they had all made sure to come early to cheer on their Aunt Edina.
Then there were the succubus sisters. Hilde, Alicia, and Daya, who were rooting for Edina's opponent, their sister Claudia. They had been training all day yesterday. Whether or not that was going to amount to anything, everyone was about to see.
Heavy clopping footfalls descended from the steps. Kanae's horniness flared up as her mind went to Titan. Unfortunately, the sound of those hooves came from someone else. The former Necro Lord Thored. Of course Titan wasn't here. She had the stallion stay put in Ehmvier.
Thored sat down to Kanae's left and looked her way intending to offer a greeting. "Good mor— Why do you look disappointed?"
"Nothing. So, Minestra's up against one of our Saint Priests. You feeling confident?" Kanae asked.
"More than confident. I'm assured of Artaggon's victory. It is simple math, my lady. Minestra wields four weapons. Camilla wields but two," he explained.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and all!" Archbishop Patrice's voice boomed across the arena as she spoke into the enchanted scroll. "I am glad to have recovered from my coma to present the second day of the Knights' Tournament quarter-finals. I see attendance hasn't diminished at all. If anything, the stadium is more packed than ever. But you aren't here to listen to me ramble. We have two exciting matches today, and the first one happens to be a rather symbolic one. Representing Radevic, the Saint Priest Camilla Rudeux!"
The beastman duelist emerged from one tunnel to a standing ovation. Radevic's most carefree Saint Priest waved her hands as she came out, smoking from a pipe in one corner of her mouth. Unlike before, this time Camilla was dressed in the battle raiments of her order. A tabard of the Church of One dressed over a chainmail coat, polished greaves and gauntlets, epaulets with golden tassels, all coming together to display both duty and faith. Kanae hadn't seen her in that suit since Savir.
"And her opponent, coming all the way from Artaggon's volcanic wasteland of Suvius— the herzulith, the Demon Lieutenant Minestra Val'doun!" the archbishop shouted with just as much enthusiasm.
Kanae expected Minestra to be wielding the same weapons as in her match against Garuda, but she came with four longswords this time.
"No staff this time? Wouldn't magic do better against Camilla, who specializes in fighting up close and personal?" Kanae asked.
"I've discussed this with Minestra the day before. We both agreed that Saint Priest's speed is quite possibly the greatest of any contestant in the tournament. I know with near certainty that her DEX attribute is at S-rank without even needing to see her character sheet. Minestra will have a better chance covering herself from all angles rather than casting spells," Thored explained.
"Combatants!" Archbishop Patrice raised her hand, then swung down between them. "Begin!"
Minestra opened the fight by thrusting two swords at Camilla, whose feet were planted firmly on the ground. Instead of dodging, the Saint Priest flicked her wrist and deflected both strikes. Each blade plunged into the soil to either side of her.
The crowds gasped. To Kanae's side, Thored watched in utter disbelief. Right then and there, Camilla could have ended the match by raising her rapier up to Minestra's throat. But she didn't. She held the thin blade in front of herself in a neutral position.
"You're underestimating me, aren't you?" Minestra glowered.
Camilla answered with a smile.
Minestra lashed out with all four blades. Camilla was faster. Her darting eyes tracked each attack, parrying the ones she could and deftly sidestepping those she couldn't. Unmatched footwork made a fool of the Minestra's flurry of attacks.
When Camilla finally went on the offensive, she vaulted over a wide cleave and landed behind Minestra. Her rapier shot forth and met two more blades from behind. The herzulith wielded two swords normally, and the other two in underhand grips. This gave her an almost 360-degree reach with no blind spots given her own instincts for battle.
Kanae still remembered watching Minestra cut through Ortesian forces during the invasion. Her very presence put fear into their soldiers. Against Camilla, however, she needed to be more careful. Instilling fear into a Saint Priest just wasn't going to work. While Minestra revelled in clashing steel, laughing boisterously as their blades kissed, Camilla held a more steeled demeanor.
"Enchant Sword: Fire!" Minestra exclaimed.
One blade erupted in flames. Camilla's eyes widened as she jumped farther back than usual to avoid the heat. Another sword froze over with a layer of frost. Minestra slashed the space in front of her, and a cascade of ice surged at the Saint Priest.
It seemed to have caught Camilla off-guard. She twisted her body, putting the dagger in front of the spell.
"Ultimate Parry!"
A loud shing! pierced the air. The wave of ice stopped its advance.
"You've been holding back!" Minestra accused the Saint Priest.
"Have I?" Camilla rubbed the back of her head. "Sorry! I don't really go all out like Bocchiri does. I tend to meet my opponents where they're at in strength!"
"I'm descended from rhyleths. The blood of war-hungry demons flows through my veins! If you won't take this seriously, then maybe I need to show you I mean business. Incarnation of Fury!" Minestra let loose a guttural roar that shook the foundations of the stadium
"Oh, no! What is that idiot doing?" Thored gasped and bumbled down the steps up to the railing. "Minestra, cease! Lord Charron will not be happy to hear that you've unleashed!"
"What? What's going on?" Kanae asked.
"Herzuliths and rhyleths are one of the few true demon races left," Petyr answered from a seat afar, eyes glued to Minestra. "Most 'demons' as we call them today are merely an all-encompassing moniker given by high elves that stuck over the years. High enough level true demons may sometimes obtain skills relating to their race and ancestry. Incarnation of Fury taps into the same bloodthirsty strength that rhyleths possess. Think of a worse Roshasha."
The many long braids of Minestra's hair came undone. Her wild locks framed her face like a cage. A visible aura of rage surrounded her in a crimson mist. The already taut muscles across her body tensed up. Fissures snaked along the blade of each longsword, causing them to erupt with violent arcane energies.
Thored returned to his sweat, seeming defeated. "Minestra was not supposed to use that under any circumstances! She won't be able to tell friend from foe anymore. If she wins, we will need to do something to suppress her!"
Kanae leaned forward worriedly.
"Come, beast!" Camilla levelled her rapier and parrying dagger at Minestra in a cross-shaped form.
"Crush!" One of Minestra's swords shattered. The broken pieces vaguely formed a large maul, and mana filled in the empty space.
The sight of it wiped the grin from Camilla's face. She jumped back just as the maul crashed down. An explosion of arcane energies cratered the ground. Having transformed into an avatar of destruction, the herzulith attacked with no strategy and only in blind rage. Every missed blow terraformed the stadium ground. Chunks of soil and rock flew into the sky. The air hummed with the intense, primal arcane freed from the confines of those weapons.
Another one of Minestra's swords shattered. Arcane energy reshaped it into a curved axe. She pitched the weapon with enough force to break the sound barrier. Camilla threw herself low to the ground, missing her by a hair. The axe struck the stadium wall, destroyed the magical barrier in that section, and brought rubble crashing to the ground. A pair of mages desperately incanted the spell to raise another barrier. Camilla glanced back, her expression hardening.
Shards of the broken weapon returned to Minestra's hand. All four had now taken new forms compared to their original. They were so supercharged from their enchantments that each one had plenty of mana left to destroy the stadium.
Camilla dashed up to Minestra in the blink of an eye. Two arcane-forged weapons swung inward on the Saint Priest in a pincer, only for her to leap between them.
"Compel Duel!" Camilla's skill forced Minestra to focus all attacks on her, and they must stay within the ring of magic until the fight was over.
Scores of people jumped from their seats. Even the ones in front of Kanae.
"Sit down!" Kanae exerted Mass Charm on them.
She couldn't blame their excitement. Ever since Incarnation of Fury, Camilla had put quite the distance between them. Even as a skilled duelist and crowned Fencer, this was tantamount to suicide.
No. This must be exactly what the Saint Priest wanted.
"Decimate!" Camilla looked like she was dancing as she weaved slashes into dodges, thrusts into pirouettes. The beastman vanished one second, reappeared elsewhere around Minestra next. Every strike she dealt lingered for a moment, like a carving into the split second of an explosion.
Everyone was transfixed. Minestra was unable to land a hit. The wild animal had been outsmarted.
"Expose Weakness." Using the tip of the rapier, Camilla made a circular motion on Minestra's chest, then sheathed her weapon away to the audience's surprise and stood still.
Minestra lifted a heavy arcane-infused maul and brought it crashing down over Camilla's head— but met the parrying dagger instead.
"Ultimate Parry," Camilla uttered calmly.
The ground behind Minestra cracked and fissured in a conal formation. Camilla stepped aside as the herzulith dropped to her knees, then collapsed forward.
"In a stunning victory, Saint Priest Camilla Rudeux has defeated Minestra Val'doun!" Archbishop Patrice shouted, drawing roars across the stadium.
Kanae wasn't sure what went over her, but she pushed past everyone and unfurled her wings to fly down to the arena. She made it to Minestra before the clerics did. The herzulith had returned to her normal form, but was bleeding from every pore, orifice, and countless cuts.
"I got you." Kanae lifted Minestra's head and let drip from her mouth the Nectar of the Grove.
As soon as the god-given substance reached Minestra, every visible injury on her body vanished. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open.
"Am I dead? I must be if Kanae is holding me like this," Minestra mumbled.
"I figured you deserve a little treat from me every once in a while." Kanae grinned, but quickly let go when a sudden bout of lust burned her groin.
"Ow!" The herzulith hit her head on the ground.
Kanae apologized and quickly flew back to the booth, letting the clerics take over next. The applause and cheers continued, but she tuned them out through no fault of her own. She returned to her seat next to Runald and struggled to breathe calmly.
"Runald, can we step out for a minute? Er, make that ten— no, twenty minutes!" Kanae pleaded.
"What? Don't tell me you want to do it again… Give me a break already. I don't have it in me to get it up anymore." Runald sulked.
"Awwwww. But if you're going to be my husband one day, you have to be able to satisfy me at a moment's notice!" She shook him.
"That's literally impossible!"
Kanae chewed on her thumb as the urge continued to grow.
"Mmmm! I need to convince Lord Charron to let me live in Port Kandis for a time. The seafood is simply the best!" Thored chomped down on a smoked fish on a skewer.
"Hey." Kanae planted a hand on his shoulder. "I know a really good stall that sells the juiciest fish caught off the coast. Want to go check it out?"
"Would I? By all means, Your Majesty. Please, show me the way!" he exclaimed.
"We'll be right back," she told the others.
They stepped out of the booth, and Kanae led Thored to a deserted section of the stadium colonnade. Back here, there was only a garden for guests to walk through. But because there was a tournament going on, no one cared about plants.
"I'm sure my liege would enjoy these sights, but where is the fishmonger?" Thored asked from behind.
"What do you mean? The fish is right here." Kanae spun around and stripped naked.
The horse beastman's cock pitched a tent against his robes. Kanae licked her lips. It wasn't Titan's massive member, but this would do just as well.
"I-I can't. I'm here in my capacity as a foreign diplomat. I shouldn't be starting dalliances with another nation's leadership. I'm stronger than this. I'm Thored! I—"
"Are you suuuure?" Kanae faced her ass to him, leaned forward, and caressed her own cheeks.
Thored gulped hard. He stomped over and loosened his robes. They parted down the middle, revealing his large and shapely horse cock. The beastman bent Kanae over a bench, rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance.
"Is this what you want, you succubus slut queen?" Thored exclaimed.
"Yes, give it to me! Don't make me wait any longer!" Kanae cried.
With one hard thrust, Thored forced the long and thick slab of meat deep into Kanae's pussy. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. A wave of pleasure rippled outward, beginning at where they were connected. He picked her off the ground and pounded ferociously with every ounce of his bestial vigor.
"All that sex we had back in the tomb… you just couldn't give it up, could you? You want my dick that badly?" Thored growled.
"I do! I want it in me always! I'm so full… Shoot all your cum into my womb… Make it look like I'm pregnant!" Kanae moaned at the top of her lungs.
"I'm going to do just that, you insatiable sex fiend!" He handled her like a toy, whose only purpose was to provide sexual gratification. Two hands squeezed her breasts, deforming them with his touch. When she stuck her tongue out, he obliged with his own.
They kissed and licked each other. All the while Kanae was made to slide up and down Thored's cock. Soon, it began to throb for release. She howled as he pumped her so full of cum, her stomach distended. Excess oozed out from their crotch.
Thored staggered back into the nearby bench, his shakey knees unable to support both of them. He lifted Kanae just enough that his dick slipped out, and cum gushed from her pussy. Unable to move, she sat on his lap and laid back against his fuzzy broad chest.
"Whew… Is it just me… or am I more tired than usual? I don't remember… being this exhausted… after having sex with you…" Thored wondered aloud.
"You're tired? I hope not." Kanae scooted to face him, her breasts pressed to his chest, and her hands guiding his dick back to her cum-drenched pussy.
"Wait… I'm not sure how much more I can take! Or give!" He panted.
When Kanae had finished, Thored laid passed out on the length of the stone bench, tongue rolled out and foaming at the mouth. She continued to lick his limp cock until it fully retreated back into its sheath in surrender.
"Peh. So salty… You've been eating too much fish." Kanae wiped the cum from her chin, only for realization to hit a second later. "Oh shit. What have I done?!"
Panicking, Kanae patted Thored's face.
"Hey, wake up. I better not have drained you to death! I don't need a war with Artaggon!" She slapped him hard.
"Ughh… Is… Is my penis still attached to me? I… I don't feel a thing…" Thored croaked.
"That was close…" She breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, you just nap it off here. I don't think anyone should find you here."
"I'll do that…" He grumbled.
Kanae casted Prestidigitation to clean off the gunk, but she had to spend a few moments letting all the cum flow out from her womb. As tidy as magic could make her, she hurried back to the booth just as Archbishop Patrice called forth the next contestants, Claudia and Edina.
