A/N: Next chapter will start out with Gravidal and Lynthia. Gravidal will not be a shape shifter in this story. He will be an anthro dragon like everyone else.

Our Love Can Only Grow Stronger

Spyro awoke, lifting up his paw and feeling his head as he did so. A warm feeling was blossoming in his lower region. Spyro looked up at the ceiling, it was than that he looked down. Cynder was lieing with her head on his chest, her legs were wrapped around his left leg. Cynder also had a firm grip on his right side, holding on to him in fear of loosing him.

Spyro let his left-hand, which was wrapped around her back, start to rub up and down her back. Cynder let out a sigh, loving the feeling of having her back rubbed. A smile slowly snaked its way onto her face as she moved her head a little higher up his chest. Spyro could feel a grin beginning to form. He reached over with his other hand and pulled the blankets up more on their bodies.

Spyro turned his gaze from the lovely dragoness that was in his bed to the ceiling, contemplating on what they were going to do that day. Spyro smiled as Cynder moved slightly, she moved her nose so that it was on his chest, taking in his scent.

Cynder slowly opened one eye, then they other. A yawn escaped her maw as she slowly stirred awake. As she awoke more she pulled herself closer to Spyro. He only looked down at her as she looked up at him. He could not stop himself from reaching a paw up and rubbing the first two talons of his left paw against her cheek. She seemed not to notice, for she was only focused on Spyro.

Still holding him in a warm embrace she moved higher up on his body, leaving only a few bare inches between her face and his. She closed her eyes, as did he, and they began to lean in towards one another. As their lips connected a strong feeling of passion burst forth, causing them both to get more pleasure from the kiss.

Cynder pressed her face against Spyro's. She did not even let him prepare for her before she let her tongue out as it snaked its way to his mouth. Spyro was a little more gentle. As Cynder's tongue was invading his mouth his slowly slithered out, from there is slowly rubbed against her as it wound its way to her mouthing. It stopped to rub against his teeth before he let it go fully in. It began to smoothly run around in her mouth, dashing from one side to another in a desperate attempt to taste every possible taste that was in his mouth.

Spyro was also careful that he did not take the kiss too far, lest they end up mating. He slowly pulled away as did she. Cynder was going to get out of the bed, thinking that they were done. Spyro only held her firm, she looked up at him. "What would you like for breakfast?"

The question was so sudden, yet it was asked so nicely and sweetly too. Cynder had to think, then she grew a grin on her face. "I would like another kiss, only I saw when we stop, and then I would like a breakfast stake and to enjoy your company with breakfast."

Spyro smiled as he said, "Well, let me get started making breakfast. Come here." Cynder surprised Spyro by moving to where she was lieing on top of him, her legs resting between his. Her sacred area touching his sheathe, though there was cloth in between them. Spyro again closed his eyes and leaned forward, Cynder did the same.

They once again connected as Spyro began to feel the passion once again come and burst forth. Cynder smiled inwardly at herself when she felt a slight twitch from Spyro. He could feel the blood in his body rushing to a certain lower area, and his sheathe was beginning to let his red and pink member out and into the world.

Cynder could feel this, yet she kept on pressing herself against him. She was pleased that it was her that had caused that to happen to him, she would be happy to have him let his member out every time that she was in this position. This would be the only time that she would lie on him while awake and with clothes on.

Cynder again pressed herself against Spyro, feeling his member throb against the inside of her right leg. The feeling was wonderful, for she once again took joy in the fact that it was her that had gotten him into this state. She could feel her own area starting to yearn for his member, but she decided that it would be best to wait.

With great reluctance she broke their kiss, slowly pulling away and rolling off to the side, so that she lie next to him. She smiled at his as she saw that he was still in pure bliss. He finally opened his eyes and saw that his member was sticking strait up, making a teepee with the blankest. He was embarrassed and said, " Cynder, I am s-s-s-s-so sorry t-t-t-that you h-h-h-h-h-h-h-had to see that." As he spoke he tried to get his member to retract, feeling even more embarrassed as he did so.

Cynder again surprised Spyro by saying, "Spyro, its ok, you don't have to be embarrassed. I am happy that you are ready to mate, I know not mentally but physically, for I take joy in knowing that it was I that caused you to get ready. As long as I am the one that causes it, I will never be angry, nor should you ever be embarrassed, it is only natural. However, one of these nights, not any time soon, but within the next four or five months I want to see it. In return I will let you see mine."

Spyro was almost fully receded, but what she said made it stick straight back up. He sighed as she looked over at it. He said, "I had best get breakfast ready." With that said Spyro sat upright in the bed, he looked back at Cynder as he let his member recede.

A sense of love and understanding crept over him, making him sit and gaze at Cynder. Her face was directed at his, making him look her in the eyes. Her eyes bore into his, while his eyes bore into hers. If it was at all possible, Spyro felt that he was frozen in place. He was unable to tear his gaze from the love of his life. A smile crept across his face as he stared at her, feeling in his stomach and in his heart, that no matter what, they would be mates. Nothing could break their love, not war, not death, no amount of harsh words, and above all else, not anyone.

Spyro would go to the ends of the earth and back for Cynder, she was worth it, she was his true love, and he knew, that, for her, he could keep his instinct under control. Without a single word he brought his legs back onto the bed and crawled over to her. The smile on his face only grew as a smile came across her face. He climbed on top of her, and brought his face closer to hers. He scanned her face, noting how she held no imperfections.

Spyro stopped scanning her face as he saw her open her mouth slightly. He could see her tongue, and he could make out where her tongue ended, and where it began. He could see each of her white, shinning teeth as she opened her mouth a little more. Each tooth seemed to reflect his face, making her seem even more clean.

Spyro looked into her eyes and knew what she wanted, what she craved, what she was addicted to. They closed their eyes as Spyro closed the gap that separated their mouths. His lips connected with hers if a fiery passion that neither one of them have ever felt before. A plateau had been laid out before them, testing their faith to each other.

Spyro teetered on the end of this plateau, not sure what direction he needed to take. His lisp felt funny, his heart rate increased, and his mind was in pure ecstasy. The plateau extended as he began to push his mouth against hers. She soon began to push back, feeling very warm inside as she did.

A warm feeling began to form in the bottom of her stomach, a feeling that told her that, yes, Spyro was her mate to love forever more. She would rather die than be separated from him, her love for him was all that mattered to her. The house, the books, the money, the guns, they were all perks. They all came with the main body of the package, her love for him.

Cynder wanted nothing more than to be called Spyro's. In all rights she belonged to him, just as he belonged to her. They could not stop themselves from connecting their paws, then holding them by the head of the bed above their heads.

Cynder's and Spyro's tongues began to extend out, rapping around each other before wrestling with each other. After they little play fight they delved into the others mouth, taking in the tastes that was theirs. A deep sense of love emanated from Cynder, she could feel a fire in her stomach start to grow larger. The fire began to yearn for Spyro, it could only be put out by his love.

Spyro could feel his head start to grow on the edge of the plateau, and before too long he moaned into her mouth. Surprisingly his member stayed sheathed, unwilling to come out and see the world. Spyro did not mind, for it meant that he was truly in control of his body and instinct.

The same could be said of Cynder, she was able to keep her body in line as she deepened their kiss by pressing harder against him. She too began to moan as their kiss brought them closer to the edge of the plateau, making then feel like a newly mated couple. They soon began to feel the edge coming closer, it grew closer and closer until, they moaned so loudly that if you were to stand on the other side of the door you would hear it.

They chuckled while still connected, their tails began to entwine as they brought their tongues back into their mouths. Then, with great reluctance, they began to pull apart, leaving a line of spittle that stretched from her mouth to his. It snapped in half, half on her and half on him. Cynder quickly licked up the spittle that was on Spyro's chin just as he licked up the spittle on her chin.

Once their chins were clean they gazed at each other, not saying a word, but rather read the love that they held for each other in their eyes.

Spyro was reluctant to do so, but he slowly rolled off of Cynder and stood up as he rolled off of the bed. There he stood, holding Cynder's tail within his own and also holding her paw. Slowly, he uncurled his tail and let go off her paw. He walked to the door and opened it, when he did he looked back at her and said, "I will come and get you when breakfast is ready." With that he strode out the door, closing it behind him and headed to the kitchen.

Flame awoke as he heard Spyro walk by his door, soon the sound of cabinets opening and of pots banging filled the air. He stood up, and looked at his door. He groaned as he walked over to it and opened the door. The door adjacent from his slowly opened as did his, the doors swung inward at the same moment, Flame and Ember just stared at one another. The love that they held for one another was evident.

Flame wore a pair of sleeping pants, they fell to just above his paws. He wore no shirt, exposing his chest to her viewing pleasure. Her attire was similar. She wore a pair of red sleeping pants, while she also wore a long shirt that fell below her knees, there was nothing underneath the shirt.

Flame poked his head into the hallway, he looked back and forth between the hallway, making sure that no one could see what was about to transpire. With a silent, yet swift nod Flame closed his door and rushed over to Ember. He immediately locked his lip with hers, breathing heavily as he kissed her.

He lifted her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist. With that in motion he began to stick his tongue out, heating up the moment. His heart rate increased, and unlike Spyro, his member began to emerge, slowly pressing against Ember's hole, though there was cloth blocking it from its contact.

Ember pushed Flame away slightly so that she could close her door and they could continue on with their kiss, without being interrupted. Ember then walked over to the bed, swaying her hips sexily, showing him her soft and gentle side. She climbed up onto the bed, once there she settled into the middle of the bed and slid sown her pants slightly. With a whisper she said, "Come closer."

If it was possible, Flame's erection grew to twice its size, making it look amazing. Cynder watched it bob as he walked over to her, and then slowly crawling over to her. She sat up and he took this as a cue. Slowly, he placed his paws onto her shirt, then pulled up as she raised her arms up. The shirt slid off of her upper body and fell to the floor without a sound.

Flame looked upon what he knew would be his if he but asked. Her pink breasts still had the pink mound on the end, only this time, he was not going to hold back. He slowly leaned his head down and kissed her neck. From there he let his tongue out, it went down her body, making a trail of saliva. The trail stopped in between her breasts. His tongue slowly trailed up her right breast, stopping as it touched the mound.

Ember could not help but let out a moan as he did so, the pleasure was intense. She could feel a fire develop within her stomach, a fire that could be extinguished only by Flame's seed. He knew this, but was afraid of putting out that fire. He feared not for having hatchlings of calling her his mate, no, his fear was that if he asked her to mate with him then she would feel compelled to grant his request. No, she was going to say when she was ready and that was final.

Flame slowly wrapped his tongue around the mound, then closed his lips and began to suck the mound, earning him a moan from his dragoness. She shuddered as he continued his ministrations. The fire that was within her was now to the point of bursting, a liquid was running down the inside of her leg, and Flame could smell the liquid. The liquid was intoxicating, releasing the most pleasant smell, it was of wine and crushed peppers. Flame stopped licking her right breast and moved onto the left, from there he stuck his tongue back in between her breasts.

A trail of saliva lead from her breasts to just above her pants. Here Flame slid his paws underneath the fabric, pulling her pants down, and exposing her moist lips to his pleasure. Her continued to trail, stopping ever so slightly to lick around her hot, moist area. He then planted a kiss on her lips, just before he delved into her area. His tongue pushed past her folds and tasted her innards.

The taste was like wine with pepper mixed into it. She moaned quietly as Flame slowly inserted a finger into her area, further arousing her. The pleasure that she now felt was ecstatic. It was mind blowing pleasure.

Flame continued to lick her area, trying so fiercely to make her orgasm. He did not have to work for long, she spasmed as he pulled his tongue out of her, releasing her juices into his waiting mouth. Flame worked to drink all of it that was offered to him.

As he finished drinking and cleaning her scales he pulled himself back up to her face, then he pecked her on the lips, just before she flipped him onto his back. She asked, "Ready?" A nod was her response. She slowly nodded back before she did as he had done, she kissed his neck and slowly left a trail of saliva down his chest. She stopped at the same place as he had done.

She slowly fitted her claws past his waist band and slid the talons underneath the band. She slowly pulled down as she also continued the trail. His sleeping pants landed next to hers on the floor, as they were not going to need them for a while. Ember slowly let her tongue go down lower, starting at the base of his shaft she licked the underside all the way to the head.

He moaned her name as she did so, making her feel all the more pleased. His moaning meant that she was doing a good job. Her mouth slowly opened wide, she then slid the shaft into it. She was able to take all of it, slowly she closed her mouth, then ever so slowly, she began to let it out.

Her head began to bob in a slow motion, making his fire grow and grow until it was unleashed. The pleasure that assaulted his body was tremendous, making him feel as though he was in heaven. Wave after wave of pleasure assaulted his body, making him want to scream out in pure ecstasy. He refrained however, for fear of Spyro and Cynder hearing him, and finding out what they were up to.

With a sigh Flame let Ember continue to pleasure him. He looked down at her, her eyes were closed, she was truly trying her best to please him. It was working too, for he felt a slight stirring in his testicles, signaling that he was closing to going over the deep end of the water.

The pleasure became too great, he could no longer hold it in. With a silent scream of pure ecstasy he came, filling her mouth with his seed, yet she kept bobbing her head, trying to suck out every last drop from his pole.

She finally released the pole from its warm, wet prison. Ember crawled up his body and pecked him as he had her, then she rolled over and lie next to him, her legs wrapped around his right leg and her arms around his upper torso. As she lie like this she looked up at him, and in a whisper she asked, "Flame, do you think that you have enough strength to go another round?"

He sat up slightly and said, "Yes." That was all Ember needed to hear. She crawled back up and onto his chest, from there she reached down and stroked his pole, trying to get it hard again.

As it was once again hard she turned to face him, then she lifted herself up, she placed his member to where when she went down, it would penetrate her tail hole. She slowly pushed down, the huge thick member began to spread her tight hole, making her hiss as the tip was engulfed by the warmth. She continued lower, tears coming to her eyes as the pain was almost too much. She continued to hiss as she slid lower, trying to take him all in.

Seconds seemed like hours as she descended his shaft, making her tail hole grow in size. Pain was the most prominent, but a hint of pleasure was also there, clinging onto the edge of the pain.

She could feel the base of his shaft touch her muscles, she pushed down and found that he was completed buried into her. She opened her eyes and looked down at Flame, she could see his eyes closed with a look of pleasure on his face. She brought her paws up to her face, just as she was about to touch her face Flame grasped her paws within his own. He said, "Let me."

He brushed the tears out of her eyes, then he pulled her upper body down and licked the tears trails that ran down her cheeks. She managed a wry smile as she leaned back up, a sting ran through her body, forcing her to wrap her paws around the back of Flame's chest. There she dug her talons into his scales, relieving the pain.

Flame did not let so much as a grimace appear on his face. He knew that Ember was in pain, but she was the one that wanted to do this, she was the one that wanted to feel him inside of her, and this was the only way to do that without actually mating. She grimaced as she began to ascend off of his shaft.

The pain was still there, it was just reduced, since they had let her get used to his shaft being in her tail hole. Without so much as a whimper, Ember descended once again, feeling the pleasure that started to come forth. She let out a soft moan as the pain began to fade away, only to be replaced by pleasure.

Flame could feel warmth wrap itself around his shaft, only to be left to the cold before it again engulfed his member. The warmth was welcoming, especially since he knew where it was the warmth was coming from.

A strong feeling that he usually got began to manifest, doubling his pleasure. He could feel the liquid that was his seed begin to to start its journey from his testicles and up his shaft. He did not give Ember any warning as she began to go faster, obviously trying yo get him to blow his load in her anus.

Flame could no longer contain himself, he grabbed Ember, forcing her to stop her stroking of his member. He held her to where half of his shaft was in her. He thrust, once twice, and on the third thrust he held it there, letting his seed gush forth and fill her anal tract.

Ember could feel a warm wetness begin to emerge within her anus, it was warm, and it felt amazing. The semen was so warm that she ended up releasing her juices onto his lower stomach.

Once Flame was done ejaculating Ember pulled herself off of his shaft and lied next to him, her legs wrapped around his and her arms wrapped around his chest. She leaned her head against his chest, she said, "Flame, we are going to have to move Cynder to your room."

He gave her a quizzical look as he asked, "Why do we need to do that?"

She giggled, "So that we can knock out the wall that separates her room and mine. With the wall gone we can make a bigger room, just for the two of us. It would be nice to have a large room. I hope that we can do that soon."

Flame gazed down at her, love in his eyes. He understood what she meant, she was asking him if he would be her mate. "Yes Ember, I will be your mate. Let's wait until Spyro and Cynder leave though before we make it official." He laughed as Ember agreed with him, after that she fell asleep, as did he. Before he did however he pulled the blankets up to cover them.

Spyro was working in the kitchen, even though he was being loud with the pots and pans he could still hear what Flame and Ember were doing.

He stopped fooling around in the kitchen and walked over to the TV. He turned it on, then started up the DVD player and looked for a movie. He found it, Titanic. It was one of his and hers most favorite movies. He put the disc into the player and then turned it and the TV off. He walked back into the kitchen, whatever Ember and Flame were doing they were now done.

Spyro was going to make egg moulache. He got out a pan, put it on the stove, and turned the burner up to three. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed the egg carton before walking over to the counter. While he waited for the pan to get ready he began to get other ingredients out. He went back into the fridge and grabbed; a single onion, lettuce, half a pound of ground beef, shredded cheese, and a packet of fresh spinach.

With the ingredients in hand he walked back to the counter and deposited the items onto it, from there he turned around and walked over to a cabinet that was above the stove and beside it. From the cabinet he grabbed various spices, Italian Seasoning, Oregano, Thyme, and Paprika. He walked back over to the fridge, with a butter knife in hand he sliced a little bit of butter off of a stick and deposited the slice into the pan, listening as it sizzled before spreading out in the pan.

With this as a cue, Spyro grabbed three eggs out of the carton, cracked them, and placed them in the pan. A sweet smell rose into the air, it could be smelled by Cynder, who was anxious to see what Spyro was making for her, but she had agreed to wait until he came to get her.

The eggs immediately pooled together and began to cook. Spyro walked back over to to counter, he grabbed a cutting board and placed the onion on it. He cut the onion into little squares. After that he began to rip apart the lettuce and the spinach, he placed all three in a bowl that was for later. He placed the shredded cheese off to the side and reached for the ground beef.

He opened the bag that it was in and threw it into the pan with the eggs. The beef immediately turned brown, making the eggs look as though they were being cooked in a brown broth. Spyro smiled as he smelled the food, it was very pleasant. He then put the lettuce, spinach, and the onion into the pan.

The food smelled delicious. Spyro added the spices that he had grabbed, then tasted the food. It tasted just as good as it looked and smelled.

Spyro let the grease from the meat soak into the egg that was just starting to get hard from the heat. As they food continued to cook he went over to a cupboard that was between the fridge and stove. There he grabbed two tea bags of green tea. With the tea bags in hand he walked over to another cabinet and grabbed two mugs. He placed them on the counter and proceeded to open the packets and put the tea bags into the mugs.

He gabbed the kettle that was on the stove and filed it half way full of water. Then, using his fire breath, he heated the water. Once it was hot enough he poured the water into the mugs, giving the morning the smell of tea once again. He placed the mugs on the kitchen table and went back for the food.

He grabbed two plates from the cabinet above the stove, he then cut the egg moulache into two pieces, from there he placed one piece on either plate. He then sprinkled some shredded cheese onto each of their slices. Before he went to get Cynder he cleaned up the kitchen, even washing the pan and cutting board, and washing off the stove.

Once he was sure that the kitchen was clean he brought there plates and mugs into the living room and placed them on the coffee table. He turned the TV on, but left the DVD player off. He walked back to his room and opened the door, on the other side Cynder was waiting. Without a word she followed him into the living room and looked at the coffee table. There she could see a new type of food that she had never seen before.

Cynder walked over and sat on the couch, facing the food and the TV. With a whirl of sounds the DVD player came on and a movie began to play. Cynder watched as the title screen came up, it was the movie Titanic. Spyro smiled as the movie started and Cynder began to eat. She did not miss a bite as she ate, then Spyro sat down and joined her in eating.

The food tasted good and Spyro handed her the tea that was hers. She took a sip and admired how it was just how she liked it, very light. She sighed as she set the mug down and finished eating. Spyro finished as well, he took her plate and his and walked into the kitchen, placing the plates into the sink.

As Spyro reentered the living room he found that Cynder was just watching the movie. She paid him no mind as he kissed her cheek. Spyro was a little hurt that she did not seem to notice his presence. Little did he know, but she was just toying with him. The food was excellent, he was willing to please her, and she was now willing to accept.

Spyro began to walk over to the couch, as he sat down Cynder reached onto the coffee table and grabbed the remote for the TV and the DVD player. She shut them both off and looked over to Spyro.

A hint of lust as well as love was in her daze. Cynder launched herself at Spyro, making him lie on his back on the couch with Cynder on top of him. She pulled him into a kiss, their kiss only deepened as Spyro began to press against her. He loved her, he would always lover her, and nothing could ever change that.