Revelations (Part 2)

Over at the barracks for the family guard. Lance had discarded his pants. As he had a brunette girl bent over one of the beds. With her pants pulled down around her ankles. Lance was taking his time pushing himself in and out of her. Pounding away at her until his body clapped against her cheeks. "Fuck! Darla! You're so fucking tight!" His hands firmly gripped on her waist. She responded with moans of pleasure.

"Lance! Fuck yes~" Gripping the sheets of the bed she pushed her ass back into him. "Yes! Yes!"

The rhythmic sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. "I'm gonna cum!" His hips turned from a constant flow into a slow hammer. Going at her with precision assaults.

"Ah! Cum inside me!" Lance reached his hand down to her head. Grabbing a fistful of her pixie cut brown hair. And turning her towards him. He leaned down to kiss her on the lips. Breaking the kiss he pulled out of her he stroked his own cock and blew his load onto her back. "God damn it. I said inside!" She looked back at him with playful anger.

Lance closed his eyes as he shot rope after rope of cum onto her cute butt. "Mmh~ Sorry Darla. You know the rules. Dad can't find out about this. You were great as always though~" He finished unloading shortly after finishing his sentence.

"Uh huh. Whatever Daddy's boy." She kicked her pants off her ankles and walked off to the bathroom. Just in time for the front door to open. In walked the four of his five favorite ladies. Naomi with her long dark blue hair. Tess with her blonde bun. Amaya with her green side combed hair. And Sadie with her bright white hair.

"Girls! Just in time. Darla and I just finished up. Who wants next?" He stood with his arms open. Only his unbuttoned dress shirt stopped him from being naked. 

"What the hell are you doing?" Naomi scooped up all his clothes and shoved them into his arms. "What the hell are you doing here? You're late for the party, Idiot!" Looking back to her subordinates. She snapped a command. "Tess, Amaya. Dress him and take him to the party." The two women gave a salute and a "Yes, Ma'am!"

"Come on." Lance said as the two guards began to dress him. "I bet they haven't even noticed i'm not there."

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Classical music played through the ballroom. The room was the size of a very large auditorium. Celestial Dragons walked around without a care in the world. All of them sporting suits and dresses that the richest human couldn't hope to afford. The party was in full swing. Servers and waiters handed out food as the nobles talked and discussed among themselves. 

Tables had been set up all through the ballroom. Allowing each of the nineteen families to have their own designated seating. Right in the middle of the gala Tyrus and Lily sat. The two had been given entrees which they were enjoying.

There was a third plate set up at the table but there wasn't anyone sitting there to eat it. "What is keeping Lance? I told him what time to be here. This gala is too important for his normal lackadaisical attitude." Tyrus spoke as he cut into the steak prepared for him. 

Lily cut into her steak. Tearing a chunk of it off before bringing it to her mouth and gripping it with her teeth. Tearing it off and chewing until it was small enough to fit in her mouth. Juice from the steak dribbled onto her chin as she ate. She took a large drink from her wine glass. Red wine spilling onto her cheek and mixing with the steak juice. "Don't worry. I'm sure he knows how important this is." She took a napkin and wiped her chin. Cleaning it of her messy eating. 

Tyrus glared at her as she couldn't keep her messy eating. He was about to lay into her. But just before he could, the doors to the ballroom opened. Lance was on the other side with two of his personal guards. Tess and Amaya wore their medium armor and held their weapons. Tess had a spear in hand. While Amaya wielded a mace and shield. 

Lance was dressed in a blue silk dress shirt and a black vest over the shirt. His sleeves rolled up above his elbows on both arms. Black dress pants and black dress shoes. He now stood at a mighty six foot one. Tess giggled before he could get into the room. "Are you sure you need to go to this party? I think we'd all rather have some more fun in the bunk~" She gave him a hip bump.

Lance gave a nervous chuckle. "Trust me. I would. But knock it off. If my dad hears about us he'll have my head. Besides you think Naomi would just take me coming back laying down? I mean i'd enjoy that…" He gave her blond hair a ruffle with his hand. "Don't worry. They're just naming who gets to go off on some stupid game. I should be done in an hour after they say that my dad is going."

"Alright." Tess said, getting close to his ear. "But you better come back after you're done. I haven't gotten my taste yet~" The two smiled before walking off. Leaving Lance alone in the doorway. 

"Jeez. Women." Lance walked through the ballroom nodding to the other dragons that greeted him. He was always so impressed at how ugly their suits and dresses could be. All the money in the world and none of them could afford good taste.

Getting over to his family's table. Lance rubbed his mother's shoulder as he sat down. "Hey there. I miss anything good?" Abigail had picked out a wonderful green dress for her to wear. His father wore the same kind of outfit he always wore.

"You nearly missed the entire ceremony. The naming of who goes on the indigenous hunting games isn't a little deal. Make sure you congratulate whoever gets picked." As always Tyrus cut into his steak keeping his eyes on the meal. 

Lance sighed as he went to enjoy his meal. Before he could get the steak to his mouth he was approached from behind. "Hey, Lance~" A curdling high pitched feminine voice came from behind him. Turning around in his chair he saw exactly what he didn't want to. Two blonde spheres sat on the side of a face whose shape is just a bit too long. She was wearing an inappropriate amount of blush. That made her look like a ghost. Standing at 5'3" and wearing a hideous poufy white dress. Beatrice Eneverdean. "You look handsome as always. Maybe your future wife could join you at your table?"

She was met with a face of disgust from Lance. "Uuugh. Sorry Beatrice. There's no extra seats. And I don't think there ever will be…"

"Hmmph!" She snorted in disgust. "We'll see how long that lasts, Lance Duval! You'll come crawling back!" Lifting up her dress a bit she walked off in a huff.

"You shouldn't treat Beatrice that way. Marrying her might prove advantageous. The Eneverdean family is well respected. Her uncle is a high ranking knight. So you shouldn't be rude at the very least." 

"Please. Even her uncle can't stand her voice." Lance's sawing at the steak became much more frantic. He just couldn't get a hunk of the meat! "That girl is near the bottom of my list. She laughs like a hyena." 

At that Lily nearly spit out some wine as she almost burst out laughing. "Mmh!" she slapped at her son's shoulder to stop him from saying anything else. "Lance! Y-you can't say things like that." Even though she was attempting to scold her son. She couldn't hide the laughter slipping through her voice.

Tyrus didn't look pleased at either of them. He looked away from his childish family and focused on the food. His son would be put through his final test soon.

A spotlight shined down on the stage set up in sight of all the dinner tables. A tall silver haired man wearing a pink tuxedo with a white undershirt walked onto the stage. "Hello you beautiful dragons! And welcome to the announcement ceremony for this years, Native Hunting Game! I'm a new face I know. Unfortunately our old speaker died." He took a bowing position while standing up. With his head hung low. And his hands clasped together. After a few seconds of silence he busted a move while yelling. "But now I'm here! My name is Disco! Normally I provide you fine nobles with slaves! But today I'm making announcements!"

While he did his stupid dance. His waist long hair whipped around in a helicopter motion. And the tacky star shaped sunglasses he wore threatened to jump off of his face. "Now then. Let's get to our lucky contenders! Oh. but first. Could all of the non-Celestial Dragon's leave the ballroom? Tradition and all." 

Lance leaned back in his chair. Knowing it would be a bit before all the slaves cleared out of the hall. His mom leaned over to kiss his cheek. "I have to head back to the house. Abigail made a cake for tonight. And I need to check to make sure it's ready." She gave Lance another kiss on the cheek and got up to leave. 

Confused Lance followed her with his eyes. Didn't make any sense at all. Was something wrong? "What the-?" Before he could do anything the announcements began.

"The following names will be those who represent their families in the Native Hunting Game! Ronald Barlay, Luci Ferdenband, Beatrice Eneverdean,..." Again Lance's face was curled in confusion. All the names were for people his age. He figured this thing would all be for his dad's generation. "...Aubrey Capetston, and finally Lance Duval!"

Lance's eyes opened wide as he realized what was happening. "No way…"

"That's right, Lance." Tyrus made eye contact again. "Your generation is getting it's shot at a real mission.

Lance smiled hearing that. He could finally show off what he was made o