The Runaways
Spenit left the house early, not giving himself much sleep, but allowing for no possibility of being late. The only other time he had been this anxious was on his last birthday when his mother had promised him his first dragon-board. He got it all right, but it was way out of style. When Spenit asked why, Cynder just told him it was because it was a hand-me-down from his father. Better then nothing was Spenit's first thought.
When he arrived at the east gate he found the city guard heading in the opposite direction, their shift apparently over for the night. The green dragon let out a huge sigh of relief as they passed over his head. If he had arrived just a couple seconds earlier he might've been caught sneaking out. It was an hour of painful patient waiting for Spenit before Carrie showed up, but to him, it was totally worth it, "Perfectly on time!"
She giggled, "I'm known for my punctuality."
He nodded, then motioned towards the gate with his shoulder, "So, I guess we should get going?"
"I guess so."
"Females first." He teased, stepping out of her way.
Carrie gave him a playful snarl as she padded past. He snarled back.
It was when they were at a safe fifteen miles from the city that they slowed from a slow run to a walk and began talking. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, showering the beautiful green landscape with light. It was a quite a sight to behold, too bad both dragons were so used to it that they didn't appreciate it's magnificence.
"M'lady! M'lady wake up!"
Cynder groaned and opened on eyelid, "This had better be important."
"Your son is missing."
She sighed and rolled her eye, "You just had to jinx it, eh Cynder?" The beautiful black dragoness stood up and yawned, "So, what do you suggest I do?"
The guard was caught off guard, "Excuse me your excellency?"
Cynder blew smoke out of her nose, something she did when experiencing irritation, "Just open the door already."
"Yes M'lady." He ran to the door and threw it open, then stood beside it saluting.
She looked him up and down while walking past, "I'm guessing you're new?"
"Yes M'lady, just signed up yesterday." He stopped saluting once she was all the way through the doorway and followed her like an obedient dog.
The dark dragoness sighed, "Figures, tell the new guy to give the queen bad news."
"Oh no they didn't tell me to, I volunteered." He said running up alongside her with a smile.
She looked at him with a scowl, how dare he be happy on her bad day. Then something happened; that goofy-looking smile somehow melted the ice that had frozen around Cydner's heart the day she discovered Spyro was dead. Her scowl slowly turned into a slight smile and she found herself feeling strangely happy for a few seconds. Then she returned to her bad mood, "Well aren't you a goody two shoes. Shut the fuck up and open the meeting room doors."
Even through all her hostility, the guard didn't seem to mind one bit. He just kept on smiling while he shoved the double doors open. Cynder was greeted by the worried looks of hundreds of rich dragons smelling of various flowers and spices, "We heard about Spenit!" Cried one.
"Are you alright your majesty?" Cried another.
Cynder was only becoming more grumpy with every word, "Will you all please shut the hell up and let me get to my throne before you bombard me with your unbearable chatter?" The entire crowd went silent, "Thank you." She slithered up to her seat, and sat down, "Now, who'd like to go first?"
They all stared at her in shock. Cynder lounged in her throne in a way that no proper queen ever should. She was lazy, not tucking her tail in. Rude, wings spread out all the way and left to drape over the back of her chair. And worst of all inappropriate, her legs spread out so everyone in front of her could see her exposed womanhood. She was a wreck, and now everyone knew it.
"Pretty nice isn't it?" Beamed Spenit, proud of his discovery.
Carrie smiled as she circled the small grass field Spenit had found while they were taking a break from walking, "Pretty nice? It's absolutely amazing!"
The green dragon felt even prouder, his chest puffing out, "Well, nothing but the best for my love."
She came in close to him and gave him a big wet kiss on the nose, "Well here we are, all alone in a warm grass field. Got any ideas of what we should do?" Her eyelids closed enough to show off a very sly look, and for effect, she grinned, showing off her perfect teeth.
Unfortunately, Spenit didn't catch on, and made a big mistake, "Sure! I'm feeling kinda hungry, you relax while I go hunt."
As he bounded off, Carrie snorted in frustration, "That boy." She shook her head and lay down on her back, exposing her underbelly to the sun.
Spenit was in mid-sprint after a sheep when he suddenly clued in, "Damn it Spenit, you dumb-ass!" He thought to himself, "She was offering to mate and you just let it float over your head like an immature little hatchling." He closed in on the fluffy white creature and sank his teeth into it's neck. He bit hard, releasing his frustration into the kill, "I'll just have to be more observant around her from now on."
Carrie heard his pawsteps and woke up, "Oh, hello Spenit."
She was still on her back, with her bright underbelly reflecting the sun into his eyes, Spenit could barely keep them open. He dropped the sheep a few feet from her, squinting the entire time, "Could you... erm... Roll over or something?"
The dragoness was hurt, "Why? Is there something wrong with-"
"No! There's nothing wrong with it! In fact, it's beautiful! But it's very bright and I can't see with it reflecting light into my eyes." Spenit quickly interrupted. He blushed and looked down, "Sorry."
She got up and walked over to him, "It's okay my love, it was just a little misunderstanding that's all." Then she lifted his head up to look her in the face, "Besides, the way you caught yourself was admirable." He smiled, still blushing. She found it cute and found herself smiling back, "Now lets eat this sheep before it starts to stink."
She got no argument from the starving male.
"The performance you gave the court was quite... um... unexpected." Said one of Cynder's head advisers.
She shrugged, "Well what did you expect from a female who, in the course of one week, lost both her mate and her son?"
The two of them were taking a relaxing walk around the royal gardens. Cynder stopped once and a while to tend to a plant or two. The adviser was on edge the entire time, obviously stressed out from the scene his supposed proper matriarch had showed representatives from every corner of the empire. He knew what happened that afternoon would reflect upon diplomacy in the future. The black dragoness didn't give two hairy shits about anything at the moment. She in was experiencing the final stage of grief, acceptance.
"Fetch me the guard sent to me in the morning, I want somebody I can speak openly with for a few hours while I take my bath." Ordered Cynder.
"You can speak openly with me m'lady." Urged the adviser.
She gave him a stern look, "All due respect Rugle, but I just don't feel safe with you around as I take my bath."
The brown dragon snorted, "And you do with some random new recruit that you just met this morning?"
Cynder thought about it for a few seconds, then nodded, "Oddly, yes."
Rugle shook his head in anger and stormed away, "Ridiculous... Acts like a child... Calls herself a queen."
She chuckled and kept on walking. A few minutes later, the guard from the morning appeared, "Well hello again! Sorry, I forgot to get your name."
He saluted, "Private Drane, at your service."
"Well, Drane, soon you'll be more at my service then you probably ever expected, Follow me." She winked at him and turned towards the doors to her private quarters.
Drane was honestly quite confused, seeing as how rude she was towards him in the morning "Yes m'lady." He hurried after her. The muscle-bound male held open her doors for her, and watched as she walked on through. Every inch of her body seemed to be moving in some seductive manner, but it didn't seem to affect Drane as much as it would any ordinary male. In other words, as other dragons would have a 'hard' time standing still, he was like a castrated tom cat in a group of female cats in heat. The next pair of doors he opened for Cynder were the bathroom doors. Inside, was a magnificent pool containing some of the clearest water Drane had ever laid eyes on, "Should I wait outside while you bath m'lady?"
"Of course not. Why do you think I asked for you specifically?" She grinned, slipping into the water.
He shrugged, "Well the other guys said it was because you wanted to punish me for bringing you the bad news in the morning."
She giggled, letting the water seep in under neath her scales, "Don't listen to them, they only know what gets passed around the mess-hall. Let me show you what your queen is really like." The dark dragoness positioned herself in the water so that he got a full view of her underbelly, and all of it's bonuses.
He immediately looked the other way like a proper male would while a female exposed themselves, "I really think I should be going your excellency, I wouldn't want to invade your privacy."
"Oh don't be such a prude." She chuckled, making little whirlpools in the water with her tail, "Get in here already."
Drane's eyes grew wide, but he still looked away, "W-w-with you?"
"Duh."
"But... You're my queen!" He was both shocked and confused.
Cynder grew impatient, "Yes, I am. And I gave you an order. Follow it, or I will have you demoted."
Drane saw his chance, "You can't demote me, I'm just a private, there is no lower rank."
She grinned devilishly, "Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you. I officially promoted you to be my first and only personal guard. Now get the fuck in here already."
He couldn't take it any longer, her looked. She was a sight any dragon would give everything to behold. Beautiful, evil, lovely, radiant, dark, and most of all sexy. Not even some one as polite as him could stand her. He walked, hypnotized, into the water and stood only a dragon arm's length away, "What would you have me do my mistress."
For the first time in a very long time, Cydner was displaying a face of pure sin. She was giving in to her darker side once more, "My paws aren't quite long enough to reach my 'lower areas'. Would you be so kind?" Of course they were, but she needed an excuse and that was the most obvious one.
Drane, still hypnotized, obliged the horny dragoness. He slowly scrubbed around the openings, making sure not to touch them for fear of upsetting his master. She thrummed at the thought though, and only found it more invigorating that he put so much care into his work. Once he was done scrubbing, he looked into her eyes and asked, "What next, m'lady."
"Well now, usually after the washing I'd lick off any water droplets that were left. But my neck just ain't what it used to be."
He got the hint, "Is your excellency suggesting that I pleasure her?"
She grinned in such a manner that her sharp teeth appeared and gave her an almost menacing look, "Now what would give you that idea?"
"But what about Spyro?"
"He's dead. Now, will you assist me, or are you going to keep standing there like a dumbfounded idiot?" She rolled over onto her back so that he wouldn't drown when he began his work.
Drane was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He couldn't make up his mind. The whole reason why he joined the military was so he could be closer to Cydner, but now that he was given the chance to do what he's always dreamed of doing, why did he hesitate? He made up his mind and gave Cynder her answer.
She felt his claws grip her hips as his head locked into place at her groin. She gave out a moan of relief as his slippery tongue disappeared into her wetness, "Oh YES!" She cried, feeling him wriggle around inside of her, "Deeper!" and "Faster!" Were pretty much the only words that came out of her mouth other then the occasional moan of ecstasy as Drane ate-out his queen.
Ever felt shame and pride at the same time? If so, then you know how Drane felt.
"Talk god damn you! Talk!" Yelled the dark being, slashing the bloody dragon across the face over and over again with it's blade-tipped tail, "Why wont you talk!" It paused, catching it's breath.
The wounded dragon chuckled and spat out blood, "Maybe because you fucked up my mouth so badly that I can't speak?"
It shook it's head, "I don't know where you got all the strength to resist my beatings, but I respect you for it." It turned around, or at least looked like it did; hard to tell in the dark, and slid away, "I'll be back in the morning."
"What, no kiss goodnight?"
"Fuck you."
