Divinity

Chapter 2
Lustful Temptation


Spyro lingered in place as the dying image of Cynder was slowly dissolved from his mind. His classmates brushed by him on each side sending him long glances of question. The clock slowly winded down and Spyro's mind slowly was extracted from Cynder and implemented into his student duties as that time grew nearer.

He finnaly made the short walk down the hallway to his assigned classroom and sat down at his usual seat in the back center of the room. Many different dragons entered the room on their own time. Many took quick, seemingly sinful, glances at Spyro before they themselves found their seats.

Spyro just wanted the day to find it's conclusion so that he could console the previous night's events in Terrador.

"Hey Spyro." said a striking female dragon as she entered the room.

"Hey Cairo." Spyro returned the greeting giving her a brief smile while she continued onto her seat in the front of the room.

She was a most peculiar dragon; hard to know what her intentions were. She gave so few hints, and she had even fewer flaws. Almost always polite. She really was an amazing dragon, but any thought of a relationship between the two of them was condemned by both. Each had their own reasons, and nothing was even needed to be addressed anymore.

Any of these hopes were snuffed out the day before Spyro officially became Cynder's mate. It had only been earlier in the year that he had consulted her to make sure that she was not an option, and all was well understood.

The biggest threat to Spyro's loyalty, however, was yet to enter the room. They called themselves the "Ice Twins" but there were many names thrown around for them behind their backs, almost all of them suggested what their true and obvious intentions with Spyro were. It was not long before they arrived

"Hey sexy," said a much older, very seductive voice from behind Spyro.

"Oh my, he looks incredibly adorable today," said the other as they walked slowly and deliberately by Spyro allowing their smooth side scales to glide across Spyro on their way past.

Spyro thought to address the much older dragonesses, but their gorgeous out lines stunned Spyro into an unwilling silence. "We should show him what we did last night with my future mate." enticed the first dragoness.

"Oh, yes. We should. Using our superior knowledge of the ways of the dragon we shall let him experience it all for himself!" laughed the other as she moved her hind legs over Spyro's desk and presented her vagina to him alluringly.

"Whoa," was the only reply that Spyro was able to muster as the obscene jesture forced his lips shut. But even so it was nearly impossible for him to ignore the stimulating hole that sat before him. His face resting so close to her skin that he could feel the chill emanate from her soft blue body.

The other equally beautifully colored dragoness climbed upon her sister's back and brought her face up right in front of Spyro and glared into his amethyst eyes.

The scene slightly reminded him of the one he had had only a few hours before with Cynder. Only Cynder's eyes had been calm and seemingly tranquil. These eyes seams wild, untamed, and mischievous.

Slowly and unexpectedly that vision transformed into a completely different one. He could feel a weight slowly be added upon his stomach. The twins each still laid upon each other, but now they found themselves in an obscure bedroom devoid of their classmates that they had been with just moments earlier. Each twin fought over control of Spyro. Each would have their lips locked with Spyro as he sat frozen in a control less daze. Then just as soon the other would rip her away from him.

Spyro could tell by the feelings that he was receiving exactly what was happening within his abdomen. He attempted to condemn it, but it none the less manifested it's self. It made him feel vulnerable and it caused him great discomfort to know that Cynder was now not the only one to have ventured to such a degree of intimacy.

The ice twins fought over Spyro with a renewed passion as they crawled about him. Their mouths did not move but yet each of their voices could be heard within the confines of Spyro's mind whispering enticements and offering their lives for the simple pleasure of one night alone in his presence.

Sensual feelings poured from his limbs and the onslaught of emotions had ended just as quickly as it had come into being.

"Come on sister!" the sister that was laying on top pleaded as the true world returned to Spyro replacing what ever that world he had been experiencing before was.

"I'm sorry," the one with her butt in Spyro's face said reservedly. "I could not help my self. I could not stop myself. It just felt… amazing,"

The other sister sighed as she crawled off of her sister's back and found her seat.

The remaining sister had no intentions of moving. She obviously thought that she had the ultimate seductive position. "Come on, Spyro. I know, you know how good Cynder's tastes. I'd sure mine tastes a lot better." she giggled turning her head back to him and giving him an innocent look.

Spyro considered the option. What harm could it do?


"What just happened?" Spyro asked taking in his once again transformed landscape and attempting to ignore the menacing stares of the forgotten souls.

"Such revelations are not currently provided sufficient time." came that newly familiar voice that had come to represent all that this place was. "I can not reveal what has happened in the past, but I can provide you with the tools you'll need for the future."

"Yes?"

"The path here forks into separate paths. Each path has it's own temptations, it's own possibilities. Some are better than the others, but no one answer in particular is the best choice. I can not tell you what the right answer is, nor should I. You must chose the one that you see best befitting. There is no way to know how much weighs upon this predicament until after it's time has passed. Thus is beauty of being. Each question has nearly unlimited answers. Each answer having limitless possibilities. The future ever so pliable. The past being equally stone faced. Each decision bringing us ever closer to our end result."

Spyro gazed down each empty path and tried to imagine the out comes of each one, only to see that it was painted only by his own hazy predictions. The light of reality dormant on each.

"It is not the choices that bring us to our ultimate fate; it is the reasons that we chose each path that we do, that decides our fate. Our reasoning decides if the forgotten are allowed to devourer our soul, or if they allow us to continue. It's your decision, make the best of it."


Time had failed to elapse while Spyro was consoled and the decision was yet close at hand. "Oh, come on! You like ice cream don't you?" snickered the other ice twin hopefully.

Spyro knew that he shouldn't do it. The very concept of it felt like heresy to Spyro. Yet regardless he did consider the option.

"Sweet, sweet, vanilla ice cream with a kiss of lavender." continued the one that provided her self to Spyro. "I've tasted it myself on a few occasions."

"You know that you want it. Anybody in this room would undoubtedly doubly pounce on the option with out so much as a thought. Yet here you sit."

"It's not the right thing to do." Spyro convinced himself aloud.

The other sister got up from her seat to argue her point, but before she could provide any arguments a tone sounded that sent everybody to their seats. Spyro being the victor.


Terrador conducted class in the way that he usually did. He had Spyro come up to the front of the room a few times so that Terrador could demonstrate defensive tactics against each of the elements. Up until the last hour it was just another day.

"All right class, today I'm going to put you up against the closest matched sparring partner that I can and I'm going to ask you to hold sparring matches everyday from here on out so that we can actually start practicing our skills. You know where we're going. I'll be right behind you so don't even try to go off some where else." he addressed the class prior to exiting the room and walking to the training room.

"Now before I start assigning people to fight one another; does anybody want to challenge anybody to a match?" he asked. "Keep in mind though that I'll block any injuring blows, and I'm afraid that I won't let you guys kill each other." he said jokingly. "I know some of you would really like to do that right about now wouldn't you?"

The class chuckled momentarily. "Anybody?"

Both of the ice twins spoke up. "We'd like to challenge somebody." they announced coolly.

"Yes, Intma and Elsi?"

"How about both of us against Spyro?" they asked bringing a hush over the class.

"Well, I guess you can." he said uncomfortably. "Spyro?"

The thought made Spyro a little uncomfortable considering the events of earlier that day. They probably wanted revenge and this was probably the best way that they could get it too. "I guess." Spyro felt forced to say.

"All right," Terrador replied motioning the rest of the class to disperse into a larger sized circle. "Go ahead"

The twins circled Spyro. He sized them up, and contemplated all that they might be capable of and debated about when he should attack.

"Aren't they supposed to be fighting!?" one of Spyro's younger class mates asked in disgust.

"Patience is of essence in combat Gregory." Terrador provided for the young one. "You can never rush into a battle unprepared."

The stand off lasted for a few more minutes before one of the twins dove towards Spyro and landed a tail spike that glanced harmlessly off of Spyro's protective wing.

Spyro returned the blow with a fire ball that was quenched by an invisible force. "You just died." Terrador said blankly.

The first sister slowly made her way into the circle of spectators.

Spyro then turned to the sister that was remaining. "So you won't eat me out, but you'll try to kill my sister? Eh?" she asked telepathically. Spyro thought to reply, but was hindered by the fact that he didn't know how to converse intuitively without speaking.

Spyro brought his tail fourth towards his adversary only to find his blow all ready avoided and the elder ice dragon's sword sharp horn tip being held mere inches from his brittle neck scales.

"Whoa!" the class sighed collectively. "She's fast!" Spyro added quickly getting away from the dagger.

"This is a prime example of how even the most powerful of dragons can fall in battle if they are even missing one of the elements of true dragon." Terrador responded seemingly unsurprised. "There are some tactics that Spyro has not yet been instructed upon. If he was instructed in these areas that would not have been able to happen. Thus is why every single skill that I will ever teach you if of at-most importance"

"and I think it's about time that we allowed you the use of them too."


A/N: Wow, thank you guys for all of your generous reviews. I really don't know how to respond. I don't know if I deserve such praise to be honest with you, but a great many thanks for it anyways. :)

Don't look forward to new updates this fast. This is pretty much my last free weekend so they will be much lower updates than this. I think the story is going well and I promise that this won't end like The Greatest Weapon did. Also this one is a concluding story to let you guys know. This story will not have a continuing story (unless one of you would like to continue it or want to add in a story that takes place within this one. That would be cool if somebody would like to do that), but otherwise this will be the only story in this series.

I hope that you have enjoyed and please let me know if you think that the quality of my writing is dropping even slightly. Make note of that so that I will spend more time on each chapter like CyndarDragon has done. I hate to spend more time, but I'd rather do that than make more mistakes.

Thanks CyndarDragon, for pointing those out. Looks like I need to raise my re-read count again so that that doesn't happen. I should purposly put a mistake or two in there and see if you catch it. Nah, lol. I won't do that, but I have a feeling that you'll find the case where I broke a grammar rule to give effect. If you haven't found it by the time you read this you probably won't... just have to ask me about it.

Time to go watch the NASCAR race! :) lol I'll post this after it's over.

Thanks for reading,
Cornys

Writing Time: 5:27 (1st)

Actual Chapter Length: 1,967 Words (3rd) (pushes Chapter 1 to 4th)