Spyro and Elora were notified of distress in the Sunny Villa. Dragon Eggs were in danger of being taken away by Rhynocs and other goons. The mayor, Leo, was also kidnapped. They leapt into actions and scared them all away. One by one, Spyro would ram into some monsters with his horns or burn them alive by breathing fire, while Elora hoofed them in their surly ugly mugs like she was a horse that had gotten jump scared from behind. They searched far and wide, defeating the minions and saving the newborn dragons.

Once Leo was saved, he hugged the purple dragon, then the faun and asked, "How can I ever repay you two?"

Elora answered for him, "Well, you can provide us with a nice quiet space to consummate."

"Very well. Follow me."

Leo led them to a small, cubed building with yellow walls and opened the door, Spyro and Elora walked in. Elora twerked on Spyro's face while she gave him a speedy handjob. Spyro was hypnotized from her Elora wiggling her bare bottom so close to his face, her tail tickled his nose a little. The handjob was so speedy that Spyro climaxed in less than one minute.

Next, Elora kneeled down, faced the dragon and her arms came around his neck as Spyro wrapped his around her waist, when their lips met, the passion between them crackled in the air. Gradually, the tenure of the kiss changed and though none of the heat or passion left, they slowed their pace and began to explore each other. His hands at her waist had found bare fur and he was working on finding more as he groped her buttocks and felt her tail.

It was bare seconds after that her breasts were in his claws. Spyro caught the gasp that escaped her with his lips just before he dipped his head and captured one of her nipples lightly between his teeth. Using his tongue, lips and teeth he drove her to the point of frustration, teasing both breasts, before returning to her lips. They took a moment to stare at each other, their need to be scales to fur was taking over and causing them to rush a little.

As they were both naked, Elora lied down on her back. He came down beside her, Spyro's claw was caressing first her cheek moving down her neck, her chest, over her tummy, skimming her sex and ending at her thigh. She let her hand roam Spyro's scaly skin, marveling in his muscles and how hard it seemed every inch of him was. Spyro was watching her, simply watching, a small smile and his purple eyes.

Their hands were touching, caressing, skimming, it felt almost as if they were taking the time to memorize every inch of the other's body. As their hands played, their lips tasted. They spent a long while here in this moment, letting the heat build until it became too much and Spyro had to do more than just touch her.

Elora slid beneath Spyro, who then moved slowly down her body, trailing kisses as he did, he traced a path down until he captured her clit in his mouth. She let out a moan and he slid his tongue inside her. It was only a small challenge to keep the pace slow as he worshiped her and as he did with her breasts earlier, he drove her to absolute frustration and she groaned, "Hurry."

Spyro would tease her to the point of cumming and then bring her back down. Elora rode the waves of pleasure as he created them, loving the highs and enjoying the lows, savoring every last second of what he was doing to her. It wasn't a moan that escaped her when he moved first one finger deep into, followed quickly by a second, but a scream. He used his teeth lightly on her clit as he worked her toward climax this time. Her orgasm rocked them both and took her breath away completely.

As Spyro moved back up Elora's body, he gathered her in his arms. Elora's taste was on his lips when they kissed. Their eyes met and locked as he entered her. He watched as her eyes rolled back into her head, enjoyed the sensation as her body first tensed around him, then relaxed as he said, "Get ready."

The dragon then retreated from her almost completely, then excruciating inch by excruciating inch, he would enter her again. It was a new kind of amazing torture for him to not lose his control and take her as his every instinct told him to. Their foreheads together, their lips meshing, sharing their breath, they began to make love in a way neither of them had done before. Both souls reached for each other, touching and twining, becoming one.

They reveled in each gasp, every moan. Elora's whimpers and screams, the sounds that he elicited from her were a different kind of pleasure of their own. Each one let him know what he was doing to her, for her, each one an indication of how much joy Spyro was bringing Elora with every bit of his cock. Thrusting deep into her, reaching a claw between them to tilt her hips to reach a fraction deeper, Spyro worked towards her core. Finding a rhythm that hit a spot, the one that caused a whimper of satisfaction every time, Spyro pushed them towards climax.

Elora wrapped her legs around Spyro and pulled him as close to her as she could while Spyro pounded her. They were two different animals, but shared a lust for each other and a desire to mate. She locked the dragon to her as her orgasm overcame her after his dragon cock went in and out of her too much. Spyro could feel the faun's body as it began to flex around him, as her heat flooded him and the floor as she came.

Reality was slow in coming back, the experience they had just shared had been surreal and seemingly impossible. However, for both of them, every movement of the other caused a hyper shock of sensation to roll through their bodies. Exhaustion overcame them at that point and wrapping the other into their arms they fell into a contented slumber that was only possible after pleasure of the kind they had just experienced. Spyro mentioned, "Man, that was nuts."

Elora giggled, "Yep. Next time goons attack, we can use our sexual techniques."