14:00 – Sky-Port Aurora, Champion's Balcony
The balcony jutted from the arena like a glass tongue licking the clouds.
Wind screamed past at two hundred knots, whipping mercury bikinis into liquid flags.
Below, the hurricane still moaned from the nuns' surrender; above, sixteen new arenas floated like jeweled moons.
Team Drakefire Clans waited on the largest moon—
six berserkers,
skin lacquered crimson,
veins glowing with liquid ruby,
cocks and clits pierced with living flame opals that dripped molten jewels.
Their dragons were Crimson Tyrants—
scales of molten glass,
wings of lava,
roars that tasted like cinnamon and blood.
The duel announcement rolled across the sky in letters of fire:
ROUND 2: OBSIDIAN vs. DRAKEFIRE
RULE: First team to spill ruby blood on the arena floor loses.
ARENA: The Molten Carousel – a spinning ring of lava and cloud.
UNIFORM: None.
Arya's mercury bikini dissolved into mist.
Twelve bodies bared to the hurricane.
Seven dragons roared approval.
Velira licked her lips. "I call dibs on the redhead with the opal cock-ring."
Alexander's storm runes crackled. "I want the one who bleeds when she comes."
Jonathan—still shy—blushed ruby to match the berserkers.
14:10 – The Ride
They mounted bareback.
Phantasm took Arya, Alexander, and Velira—three bodies on one dragon, thighs locked, cocks and clits already slick.
Ruby carried Liora and Cassia, ice and fire braided around the dragon's neck like a leash.
Echo took Sable and Jonathan, shadows wrapping his wrists to the saddle.
Storm carried the twins fused, eight breasts bouncing with every wingbeat.
Thunder took Milo and Lena, telekinesis already lifting them an inch off the scales for friction.
Void and Specter flew escort, swallowing enemy fire mid-air.
The Molten Carousel spun beneath them—
a ring of lava rivers and cloud islands,
each island a floating bed of obsidian silk.
The berserkers dove to meet them,
naked,
ruby blood dripping from pierced nipples,
cocks hard and glowing,
pussies jeweled and open.
The clash began with a kiss at ten thousand feet.
14:12 – The First Taste
Arya's Phantasm banked hard, wings slicing a lava river into steam.
The lead berserker—Kora Bloodsong, ruby hair whipping like molten silk—leapt from her dragon and landed straddling Arya's lap.
Kora's pierced clit ground against Arya's bare mound; the opal burned cold fire.
"Spill for me, Alpha," Kora growled, ruby blood dripping from her lip onto Arya's tongue.
Arya answered by biting that lip until copper and cinnamon flooded her mouth.
She swallowed the blood—
Pain/Pleasure Conversion turned it into liquid lightning that shot straight to her clit.
Kora screamed, hips bucking, opal cock-ring flaring.
Behind them, Velira had Kora's second—Ragnar Rubyfist—pinned against Phantasm's neck.
She rode his face, thighs clamped, shadow daggers kissing his throat.
Every time he licked, a drop of ruby blood fell—
caught mid-air by Alexander's storm,
frozen by Liora,
melted by Cassia,
drunk by Sable's shadows.
Ten thousand feet below, the carousel spun faster, lava rivers rising to lick dragon bellies.
14:15 – The Ruby Rain
The berserkers bled when they came—
not metaphor.
Real ruby blood, thick as honey, hot as brandy.
Cassia caught a ribbon of it on her tongue,
let it drip down her breasts,
then leaned over Ruby's neck to kiss Liora—
ice meeting molten jewel,
steam exploding into a heart shape that floated for three heartbeats before bursting.
Sable's shadows became a thousand tiny mouths,
sucking ruby droplets from the air,
feeding them to Jonathan drop by drop.
His cock—pierced for the first time by a single shadow ring—leaked silver pre-cum that turned ruby on contact.
The twins unfused mid-flight,
Eris riding one berserker's shoulders,
Nyx riding another's cock,
tails braided around dragon horns for leverage.
Every thrust sent ruby spray across the sky—
Milo and Lena caught it in telekinetic orbs,
rolled it into beads,
strung it into a necklace that floated around Arya's throat.
Gilgamesh ran laps around the entire carousel—
Mach 5,
tongue flicking every clit,
every cock,
every pierced nipple he passed.
Ruby blood painted golden streaks across his back.
14:18 – The Dragon-Back Chain
Arya's telekinesis lifted every body into a single floating chain—
twenty-four souls,
seven dragons,
one hurricane.
Kora on Arya's lap,
Arya on Alexander's cock,
Alexander's mouth on Velira's pussy,
Velira's fingers inside Sable,
Sable's shadows inside Jonathan,
Jonathan's tongue on Liora's clit,
Liora's ice fingers inside Cassia,
Cassia's fire tongue on the twins,
the twins' tails inside Milo and Lena,
Milo and Lena's telekinesis inside Gilgameso's ass,
Gilgameso's cock inside the lead berserker's throat.
They spun—
a living ouroboros of flesh and ruby and mercury—
ten thousand feet above the molten ring.
Every thrust echoed through the chain.
Every moan became a spell.
Every drop of ruby blood became a star.
14:20 – The Spill
Kora came first—
ruby blood gushing from her pierced clit,
painting Arya's stomach in molten jewels.
The blood hit the arena floor far below—
a single crimson splash that rang like a bell.
The berserkers lost.
But the duel wasn't over.
Arya's orgasm followed—
silent,
world-breaking,
telekinesis crushing the hurricane into a warm, wet fist around every body.
Ruby blood and mercury and cum rained upward,
defying gravity,
coating dragons,
coating lovers,
coating the sky itself.
The carousel stopped spinning.
The lava rivers froze into ruby glass.
The hurricane moaned one last time and dissolved into warm rain that tasted of cinnamon and sex.
14:25 – The Ruby Crown
They landed on the central island—
a bed of obsidian silk now carpeted in ruby glass petals.
Kora knelt, ruby hair pooled around her knees.
She offered her opal cock-ring—
still warm,
still dripping.
"Take it, Alpha.
Wear our surrender."
Arya slid the ring onto her thumb.
It shrank to fit,
burned cold fire,
then melted into a ruby crown that floated above her head like a halo of blood.
The berserkers knelt in a circle,
six bodies,
six dragons,
all bleeding willingly.
Arya kissed each forehead—
Dragon Tamer Rank SSS flaring.
Six Crimson Tyrants bowed,
scales turning obsidian at the edges,
eyes glowing with new loyalty.
14:30 – The Afterglow Orgy
They fucked on the ruby glass island until sunset.
Alexander took Arya against a frozen lava wave,
cock sliding through ruby blood and mercury,
storm runes branding her thighs with lightning that spelled MINE.
Velira rode Kora's face,
shadow daggers carving temporary runes into ruby skin—
LOVE BLOOD.
Jonathan—finally brave—fucked Ragnar slow,
silver cum mixing with ruby blood,
healing every scar he'd ever left.
Liora and Cassia turned the glass beneath them into a mirror,
watching themselves come in reflected fire and frost.
Sable's shadows wove a canopy of midnight that caught every moan and played it back as music.
The twins rode double dragon-back,
tails plugged into berserker asses,
screams harmonizing with dragon roars.
Milo and Lena levitated the entire island an inch above the lava,
spinning it like a carousel so every angle was fucked,
every hole filled,
every heart racing.
Orgasms rolled like continental thunder.
Each climax froze another lava river into ruby sculpture—
statues of lovers mid-thrust,
mid-kiss,
mid-scream.
When the sun finally bled out across the sky,
they lay in a single pile—
twenty-four bodies,
thirteen dragons,
one ruby crown floating above them all.
Arya's level glowed Level 350.
The cohort climbed with her—
Velira Level 190,
Alexander Level 160,
Jonathan Level 120 and no longer shy.
The hurricane returned—
gentle now,
kissing ruby glass skin with warm rain.
High Arbiter Seraphine's voice rolled across the sky,
six wings dripping,
six mouths smiling:
"Round 2: Obsidian Victorious.
Fourteen rounds remain.
Next: The Kraken Princesses of the Abyss—
they fight with tentacles and tears."
Arya licked ruby blood from Velira's throat.
"Let them come," she whispered.
"We taste better."
The carousel spun once more—
slow,
lazy,
drunk on sex and victory.
Somewhere in the clouds, the next arena waited,
and the continent held its breath for the kiss that would break it.