My first lemon Spyro fanfic. Say what you like about it but I hope it will be nice and praising. A word of warning. This story contains: Graphic sexuality including violence and dialogue, and language.
DEMENTED LOVE
BY THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON AND CENTRIFUGAL CONVEXITY
PROLOGUE: THE BEDROOM MURDER
He bared his teeth in the dark, but she couldn't see them. His touch was icy against her curves as he pawed her. His claws were digging into her skin and his cock was digging into her womb. She laughed in ecstasy while he narrowed his eyes, pumping harder, readying himself. As she had given herself up to him, he would take her. She felt like she was bleeding inside at the ragged ferocity of his thrust into her but she enjoyed every minute. Her slits had been dominated several times but not as hard as he was and he still seemed hungry. But she didn't think it to death as he pushed in; getting closer and closer, all she could think about was he pleasure.
And as he released into her, he dug his fangs into her neck. Her scream was muffled because his jaws closed around her throat, and snapped her neck. He sucked at the blood that began rushing from her severed neck and his claws ripped through her scales and into her flesh. And he laughed a little into the hole he'd torn in her throat, as her life drained from her, giving him his power. But his time was short now and he let go even though he didn't want to.
Her limp body fell on the pillow; sheets had already become red with the blood from her throat, sides, and womb. He rolled off her and dropped to the floor. The job done and his thirst quenched, he rubbed the blood on from his claws off on the carpet, and left.
She looked so broken as Cynder watched they examine her body. Her neck was a ragged cavern of black flesh. The blood had dried and become black, the bed was reddish-black and so was the stains of blood that had streamed from her... Cynder shuddered at the thought and shifted her back legs uncomfortably. The sight of this poor, broken creature drew her thoughts to Spyro. At one point, it seemed nothing could go wrong, but it all did. They weren't mates, not anymore anyway. They hadn't even had sex. Spyro had wanted to take things slowly and she kind of did too.
But it had crashed and burned, and she had pushed it from her mind. But she was somehow reminded of it when she stared at the poor ravaged creature. It was difficult to say weather it was still a dragon or just a mangled mass of flesh. She wondered just what kind of person would do this, if it could be called a person. And what female could be safe with this monster on the loose. She shuddered at the fact that once she had been excepted, many males had wanted to fall in bed with her, luckily they weren't rapists, at least most of them...
She left the scene, feeling a little hollow and sick inside. She returned to her room, sleep coming to mind. An escape for the moment, like rum. She slunk under the covers and her slender head slide up on the pillow. She closed her eyes, hoping that sleep could take her away for awhile.