Ryrrahne, Sartila and Kyleth were the next ones up. Zaranarax, Grulilan and Vohrear were all very invested in these fights. On one hand, these were the first fights with succubi members of the coven. All of the incubi here openly cared more for them than the humans. On the other hand, these 3 were their mates. Having dedicated mates was a big status symbol that only my squad had. They had deserved it after staying with me the most. If all of them made it through, that would just raise their own prestige. Having strong mates meant strong offspring and a firm ally in times of trouble. It was good that they made it through. It was not good that they brutally killed their opponents. They each casted Immolation. Flames wreathed around their targets. The targets had to make a Dexterity saving throw. They took 8d6 fire damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one. On a failed save, the target also burns for the spell's duration of a minute. The burning targets shed bright light in a 30-foot radius and dim light for an additional 30 feet. The screams we heard were awful.
At the end of every 6 seconds, the target had to repeat their saving throw to save themselves from a fiery death. They took 4d6 more fire damage on a failed save, and the spell would end on a successful one. These magical flames could not be extinguished by nonmagical means. If damage from this spell killed a target, the target was turned to ash. It was important to note that they all had the ability to supercharge their spells as well. That dealt extra force damage to the already deadly amounts of fire damage. Ryrrahne and Kyleth, their matches ended with their opponents as piles of ash on the floor. Sartila's opponent was a wizard as well. When she could not put the flames out on her own, she cast a spell to douse her body with gallons of water. She was on death's doorstep though. Sartila walked up to her and kissed her deeply on the lips. I watched as the last bits of life left the enemies body. Our kisses caused humanoids to suffer necrotic damage. It was impossible to tell the difference between the charred flesh and the necrotized. Both were black and shriveled up. A very awful death.
Once they got up to us, my squad mates did not wait to pounce. Zaranarax, Grulilan and Vohrear each grabbed their mates and began molesting them when they won. It was lewd and gross. "Everyone else is going to be busy on their matches. They don't need to be distracted by you fucking! Keep your clothes on." I told them. They did not care if the arena could see them. I did though. No one liked us here. The last thing we needed was to be exposed while they were fucking each other. Or triggering a massive orgy. It was going so well for us. We were 5-0 with 4 more matches to go. This could already be considered a success. Having a full sweep would be amazing. I got ready for the next match. Helera was next. She was Ororin's mate. I wondered what she would think if Helera won. I also wondered what she would think if Helera lost. She was known to be very sadistic when it came to her slaves. The greater earth elemental was much sturdier than Zephyr, so he was never at risk of breaking. The succubus went for Immolation. It was counter spelled, but a Steel Wind Strike saved the day.
