After a short time the trio of dragons passed a threshold within Spyro's high-tech castle, reaching a grand hall with a colorful skylight that branched off in three distinct directions. A staircase lead up to a balcony that circled the space, three sets of ornately carved double doors on each floor so each path could be followed on either of the two floors. There were a number of smaller, single doors on the first floor leading to several small storage spaces, and a second staircase leading down under the shadow of the first. Spyro lead them through the rightmost doors on the second floor, Cynder noting that the carving was of Spyro and Sparx, the former grinning. She hummed in approval: vanity was a draconic virtue. "I see you put the Artisans to work here."
Spyro nodded. "All the commissions were completed off-site. I didn't want anyone snooping around in here. You two are my first guests."
Ember frowned as they passed stained glass windows, the shafts of light making her teal eyes all the more brilliant with every few steps. "This is a lot of space for one dragon." Her mournful tone caught Spyro's attention, and Ember walked into him before coming to a stop herself with an awkward shuffle.
"I know." He looked back at her with a self-assured smirk, flicking his tail against her side. The royal purple of his eyes shined even more brilliantly than his shimmering scales in the flattering light. The sight took Ember's breath away. "That's why you're here."
Cynder stepped past the shadows between the windows, standing beside Ember and letting the sun light her emerald eyes. Ember's gaze was a calming ocean, Cynder's the sharp and tempting glint of flawless gemstones, and both were captivated by Spyro's rich amethyst irises. "This is a lot of space for three dragons too."
Spyro's smirk grew as he started leading them onward again. "Every collection starts small." Cynder chuckled at that, shaking her head. "Besides, I'll take quality over quantity any day."
Spyro didn't waste any time in the den, skipping past the couches and floor cushions to take a spiral staircase up past the third and fourth floors to the top floor of the living and leisure area, shouldering his way into his bedchamber. The sun was descending below the ramparts of the outer wall, plunging the room into the soft glow of dusk when Cynder and Ember caught up with their host. With a carefully directed stream of flame he lit a trail of fire that followed a stone trough around the perimeter of the room, adding a romantic glow to the atmosphere and a light that would serve them well into the night. His bed was large enough to accommodate three fully grown dragons, and so had plenty of room left when Spyro sprung gracefully onto it.
"Come 'ere." He said with more confidence than he felt, hiding his nervous excitement admirably.
"It's about time." In contrast to Cynder's words, Ember thought things were moving very quickly, but she didn't mind at all. While Cynder slithered her lithe form toward the bed, Ember took measured strides directly forward, looking as if she was worried that she might wake from what was surely a dream at any moment.
Until she was close enough for Cynder to toss her onto the bed. "Oof!" Spyro suppressed the urge to chuckle, tilting his head at her.
"You okay there, Ember?"
"She'll be fine." Cynder crawled up onto the bed behind the younger dragoness, stroking the frill on her head and down her spine, her claws gently sliding over Ember's youthful scales. "See what I mean?" Ember arced her back and stretched up, lifting herself toward Cynder's touch. Her eyes were half-lidded and her mouth hung open, Cynder's careful application of pressure at just the right spots making her moan lewdly. The sight made Spyro's wings stiffen and his tail went rigid, blood rushing toward his loins. Cynder brought her other hand around to grope Ember's inner thigh, lightly teasing the lips of her now dripping pussy every few seconds. She was tall enough to snake her head over Ember's shoulder, getting an excellent view of her and Spyro. The poor girl had been yearning for this, and it didn't take much to get her going.
"Spyro." Her voice was shaky, desperate, and pleading, every syllable silky with arousal. "Please. Take me."
"Fuck, that's hot." He muttered under his breath, his quiet words barely audible over Ember's breathless moans. He brushed his fingers over Cynder's wrist on his way to Ember's shapely hips, his other hand taking her other side. He listened to the pitch of her moans climb as he made contact, the sound and the shake of her hips making his cock throb in his sheath, the pointed tip poking out. Ember watched him emerge and harden, inch by inch, as his hands wandered, his right sliding up her smooth belly and his left groping her soft, thick ass. "Beautiful." His maleness was fully exposed by then, and he was massive for dragons of their size. His pink tip nearly reached the bottom of Ember's chest from their position, sitting in front of one another, fleshy ridges running down the underside, his girth at the base outdoing his arms, and his balls resting just below his base.
Cynder hummed her approval and snaked her tail past Ember to wrap once around Spyro's midriff, urging him to slide closer. The hand she'd had on Ember's back slipped under Ember's arm to grip her chest, Cynder pressing her front against Ember's back, enveloping her and trapping Spyro's left hand between their bodies. Ember hiked her tail behind Cynder, the closeness of the other dragoness making her even more eager. She could make out the faint sound of Cynder licking her lips near her left earhole just before the older dragoness started to grind her slit into Spyro's knuckles. His other hand had wandered up to Ember's face, his fingers tracing her lips while she panted her warm breath over his snout. Cynder nipped playfully at his wrist and he pulled back his hand, assessing the pair of them. "Do you want him?" Cynder whispered, nuzzling Ember's neck.
"Y-yes." She answered, trembling with need.
"Then kiss him." She did, and he met her half-way, their lips locking and their heads tilted slightly in opposite directions. Spyro licked her lips and she relented immediately, letting him dig his tongue into her maw and taste her own. He lustfully explored her as he returned his hand to her face, stroking her cheek and licking the roof of her mouth. Cynder rewarded his eagerness by licking and kissing up and down his arm, shoving her hips forward and wetting his knuckles with evidence of her own arousal. Ember braced her hands on Spyro's shoulders and pressed her chest against his, his cock pleasantly trapped between their bellies. Ember slid her tongue past his, hungry for more of him, and their tongues wrestled back and forth until she needed to pull away for air, breathing quick and heavy.
Spyro looked her straight in the eyes and spoke with a deep, commanding tone, his voice filled with lust. "Now kiss her." He glanced at Cynder as he spoke, making her freeze up as she tried to catch up with what had just happened. Apparently Spyro wanted to be in charge here, and Ember obeyed, turning and kissing Cynder's cheek. Cynder couldn't resist indulging them, not with Ember's eager gaze and soft lips so close. So, she turned to Ember and they kissed deeply, slow and sensual. Ember let Cynder in first, yielding to her experience, and Cynder tasted the mix of Ember's and Spyro's saliva that pooled at her gums and inner cheeks. Then Cynder guided Ember's tongue forward, parting her lips enough to give Spyro a good view. He started to slowly grind himself into Ember's belly as he watched, making her moan into Cynder's mouth when his balls tapped her wet love tunnel.
Cynder felt her body loosening as Ember kissed her so sweetly, her tail releasing Spyro and swaying back to a more natural position, hovering just above Ember's shorter tail. Ember may have been inexperienced, but she was a natural with plenty of enthusiasm, and Spyro stroking her neck above the choker certainly helped. She glanced at him to see how he was enjoying the show and saw a predatory glint of pure lust in his eyes. Cynder knew what they needed, her hand on Ember's thigh gliding over to her crotch and parting the engorged lips there with her claws, leaving her open and vulnerable to Spyro's throbbing cock. He slid his hips back and lined himself up.
Spyro moved forward with a sudden, forceful thrust, his dick stretching Ember's inner flesh and sending a jolt of intense pleasure up her body. Her eager pussy soaked him with her liquid need, her lips parting from Cynder's as she squealed loudly from the sudden invasion. Cynder took a second to regain her thoughts, glancing at Spyro with an uncertain frown. "Take it easy on her. She's—"
"No! No…" Ember cut off Cynder's mild protests, simply leaning back against the older girl for support. "Don't stop, Spyro. Don't ever."
He shushed her quietly, pressing a finger to her lips. There was an earnest, deep compassion in his eye as he stared back at her, his gaze flowing over the shape of her body and the way Cynder enveloped her with her own, before gradually making the journey back to her face. "I won't. You're gorgeous, Ember. I'm glad to do this with you." He'd only penetrated half-way, her tunnel not adjusted to his girth yet, but each throb of his cock still sent a thrill up her spine. "You can be my first. You deserve it." A feeling of regret washed through her at the thought that he couldn't be her first too, because she'd gone off with Bandit. The little armadillo was too soft, too concerned with what she wanted to ever give her what she really needed. Spyro was who she really wanted. He always had been.
"Spyro, I'm so sorry."
"No no." He cut her off, humping her to dig a little further in and scramble her thoughts. "None of that talk now." He leaned his head up between hers and Cynder's, whispering in their ears. "Just relax and enjoy this. You're mine now." Cynder gasped as he turned his left hand around and dug his fingers into her pussy, his right going to her hips and pressing her more tightly against Ember. "Both of you." He pulled back until only his tip was parting Ember's lips and then slammed in again, her expression melting into pure bliss as he finally claimed her for his own. Their position was a bit awkward, Spyro unable to go all the way in, but the half she did have was already giving her more pleasure than she could have imagined.
Cynder was reasonably impressed, the touch of Spyro's searching fingers and the way each of his humps pushed Ember's body against her own making her wings go stiff, but she shook her head to regain some composure in spite of her arousal. She knew that with a little of her advice her two young lovers would be having a much better time, so she grabbed Spyro's wrists, but gently so he'd know she wasn't testing him, and he let her go. "Don't do all the work, Spyro. You need better leverage anyway. Just focus on her, and put her on her back."
Spyro trusted Cynder completely and followed her directions, slowly lowering Ember to her back. Ember tilted her head as she gazed up at Cynder from her new position, her hands held uncertainly in front of her chest. Gradually comprehension dawned on her as Cynder slithered forward and Spyro gripped Ember's thighs, shifting his feet to a better position. "Hold her hips for us." He slid his grip further down, shaking his head in spite of his giddy grin.
"Crazy bitch." Spyro dug his claws into Ember's scales and she gasped into Cynder's cunt, a drop of her juices landing on Ember's frill.
"Smug whelp." Cynder slammed her hips down, grinding into Ember's face at the same moment that Spyro shoved himself back into Ember's eager pussy. Ember's moans of pleasure sent vibrations through Cynder's body that made the older dragoness moan in turn, her vocalizations huskier and less bombastic. "Put that tongue to use, sweetie." Ember obeyed, parting her lips and snaking her tongue into Cynder's warmth, feminine juices trickling down to her throat to be swallowed hastily. Ember was eager to please, and there were a lot of wet noises coming from her busy face. Spyro groaned while Ember's body welcomed his cock fully, clenching over every inch. With her splayed out on her back he could plow in to his base with ease, and that was exactly what he'd done. Cynder's hands were on his shoulders in the next instant, and she leaned against him for support. "My turn for a kiss from the Mage-Slayer."
"Shut up already." There was a dangerous cockiness to Spyro's expression at that moment, and Cynder got the feeling that riling him up so much was about to pay off. He leaned forward and tilted his head, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth, forcing hers down whenever she tried to push him out. She felt Ember squeal into her pussy and dig deeper, Spyro working her up with a firm thrust, followed by more at a steady rhythm, holding her hips firmly to keep penetrating her as deeply as possible. Cynder thought she had the advantage with her hands free and his occupied, but when she pulled roughly on his horns he wouldn't budge. He was just too strong; she couldn't move him. That she had the audacity to try made him give a light growl of warning and pushed him to go deeper, and he punished her by pressing his tongue in and out of her throat. She gagged in quiet surrender, her grip going slack and her eyes rolling back, drool dribbling down her open maw. The deep penetration of her throat that his snaking tongue achieved was something she'd never experienced before, Spyro the first dragon confident enough to claim her maw so completely.
Cynder gasped breathlessly when Spyro pulled back to readjust his stance, fucking Ember with renewed vigor and an animalistic growl, and then Ember grabbed Cynder's hips and pulled. "Aaah!" Ember's snout dug in and her chin brushed against Cynder's clit with every one of Spyro's rapid thrusts, which shook Ember's entire body. The little dragoness was insatiable, drinking down every squirt from Cynder's pussy and licking up more besides. With a huff Cynder started to hump down roughly over Ember's face, enveloping another precious inch of Ember's curved snout in her velvety inner flesh. Another wet slap from Spyro's hips meeting hers was marked by Ember's most breathless moan yet, her tongue and limbs locking up and her back arcing, her claws twitching slightly from the euphoric feeling pulsing through her. Cynder smirked smugly down at their joined hips as Ember's orgasm took her, her pussy milking Spyro's cock and soaking him in fragrant fluids. The smell of feminine arousal that already filled the air grew thicker and stronger, Cynder breathing deeply to memorize the sweetness of Ember's unique scent. She saw Spyro's face scrunch up as pleasure surged up from their joined sexes, and she glanced down to see-
More clear juices from Ember while Spyro humped slowly, staying deep throughout her orgasm. He hadn't cum. He was still going. "Damn, that felt amazing. Do that again, Ember." She released a muffled hum that sounded like an affirmation and went right back to tongue-bathing Cynder's insides. Spyro started doing the same to the rest of Cynder, licking the drool from her jaw and then making his way down her neck. When he reached her chest she hugged his neck and moaned lovingly. Every flick of Ember's tongue made her tail twitch. She was close.
Spyro skipped past her belly to take her by surprise, suckling her clit insistently. "Oh fuck yes!" Said his gorgeous dragoness, making him smirk and giving him an idea. "Mmm!" Moaned his other gorgeous dragoness when he started working his thumb against her clit. The wet slurping of Ember eating Cynder out and the smell of them made his mind feel numb with pleasure, Ember's sweet embrace gradually wearing down his resolve. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
"Aauugh!" Cynder broke first, clutching Spyro's shoulders and groaning girlishly. Spyro pulled his head back and watched her shaking body, her wings fanned out to their fullest, her eyes half-lidded and gaze unfocused, and her hips shuddering down over Ember's face in bursts of unconscious motion. Ember was out of breath and couldn't keep up with the outpour of Cynder's pleasure, her face and neck glistening as she was covered in it. By the time Cynder regained some portion of her senses she could see a hungry glint in Spyro's eyes, his heavy breaths those of a dragon who barely had control of himself. "Spyro?"
He grabbed her shoulders, holding her still as he positioned his lips just below her choker. She yelped when he bit her neck, applying just enough pressure for her to feel it. A dominance bite. She felt Ember gasp and had the presence of mind to lift her hips, letting Ember suck up the air she needed. She was nearly hyperventilating while Spyro fucked her fast and hard, the slap of their hips meeting accented by his grunts and groans. He opened his maw at the last moment and pushed Cynder down on top of Ember, Cynder's chin resting on Ember's clit, Spyro's groin smacking her snout as he buried himself deep and shot the first strand of his hot seed into Ember's cunny, roaring triumphantly. Cynder got a face-full of his musk as he held her down, putting delicious pressure on her back as she was made to support his weight. While Spyro throbbed and filled Ember, she responded with happy moans, hugging Cynder's hips to her chest as she came again, her toes curling cutely. Spyro pulled out slowly, coating every inch of Ember's pussy, his last few strands hitting Cynder's face when his tip slipped free.
Spyro collapsed forward, panting from exertion, but a pair of quiet groans reminded him of his weight and he twisted to the right, laying on his side and giving the others room to breathe. His sperm dripped down onto Cynder's eyelashes, forcing her to close her left eye. Ember had stretched her neck back to get a few breaths past Cynder's tail, Cynder's scent thick in each inhale. Cynder rolled off next, giving Ember a chance to curl up and look down at her loins. She felt wet and full down there. Full of Spyro. She shivered with pleasure just from the thought. He'd made her cum twice before finishing, giving her no respite and driving her to peaks of pleasure that Bandit could never have managed.
They locked eyes and smiled, speaking without words. He could have, and probably would have, any mate that he wanted, and she was one of the mates he'd chosen. Though it was true that his accomplishments were what drew her to him, she'd grown to adore him for other, deeper reasons: reasons that dragons didn't typically care about. She saw the same soft affection in his eyes that she felt in her soul, and in that moment he wasn't hiding or putting up a veneer of stoicism. He was just happy. So was she.
Oddly, Cynder didn't seem to be blocking their line of sight. She'd stood up on the bed, and in the next moment she tackled Spyro, knocking him onto his back and straddling his hips. While he was watching, she wiped his cum from her eyelid and lashes with her fingers, sensually sucking them to clean them off, humming as she did and leaving the remaining few strands of his essence to dry on her face. "You aren't done already, are you?"
It took him a moment to recover his voice after that display, his words quiet and indecisive. "Just give me a minute." She shook her head knowingly, lowering her claws to his softening cock and teasing it back to half-mast. Spyro groaned and clenched his jaw, an indescribable feeling making him tense. He felt vulnerable and exposed, but despite the mischief in Cynder's eyes they were still hers, and he had always been able to trust her. He knew he always would.
"I know you're more sensitive now. Almost sore. It's worse for males than females, but you'll see a lot of action, Spyro." She gripped his tip and started squeezing lightly, grinding herself against the rest of his rod. "Most of us learn to enjoy that feeling, and a lot of males do, too. If it's to your taste you'll be having a lot more fun, so you may as well try it right away." His ridges were teasing her clit wonderfully, and as her over-sensitive flesh pressed against his, her recent climax was firmly in mind. "I'd love to feel that with you now. It's exactly what you gave Ember."
Spyro glanced at Ember's satisfied smile, and she gripped his hand in hers. "It felt amazing, Spyro. Promise you'll fuck me like that again." Spyro's face flushed as Ember of all dragons used that sort of language, that simple statement spoken in her sweet voice making his cock throb back to its full height in Cynder's hand. Cynder purred at the results, brushing her tail against Ember's to express her approval.
"Be honest, Spyro." He looked back up at Cynder and was immediately captivated by her eager eyes, something deep, primal, and erotic in her gaze that he couldn't ignore. "Do you really want me to stop?" He let his gaze follow her hypnotically swaying body, tracing her curves and watching the fire light reflect off her immaculately polished scales and belly-plates. All of her was in the display, from slender neck to serpentine tail, and as he watched her practically poledancing on his dick, dripping her eager fluids on him to mix with the coat of Ember's that had already settled there, he knew what he had to say. There was only one answer he could give in the presence of such raw, sexual energy.
"Fuck no. You can do whatever you want, Cynder." His pride wouldn't allow anything else. If Ember could handle it, then so could he. He felt Ember's grip tighten as she watched, drinking in the intoxicated look on Spyro's face and studying how Cynder moved, determined to learn from the older dragoness.
"Two is a small audience, but since you're VIPs I'll try to give a good show." She slid her claws over Spyro's plates toward his chest, her hips forcing his cock against his belly as her soft lips traveled up ever so slowly. Each time a ridge pushed past her clit the next took longer to do so, Cynder dragging out the motion to make Spyro squirm with desire and eagerness. Whatever reservations Spyro had been holding onto evaporated, and the moment he sighed with pleasure she let his tip slip past her clit and took him deep in one smooth motion.
"Nngh!" The intense tingling of his afterglow was elevated to an onslaught of burning pleasure, more than he would be able to handle were he in control, but Cynder didn't give him a break. Her hands left him as she slithered back to an upright posture, sitting on his cock and gyrating herself over him, making the sensations mount and build, forcing him to adapt. He sighed with pleasure and gave in, the sight of her in action associating the mild pain with feminine beauty and unbridled lust. Her entire body moved in sync with her masterful hips, her neck swaying and her hands gliding seductively down her magenta plates, the fire complimenting the color well. She'd already won him over with her perfect gyrations, but apparently guiding his cock against every inch of her tender pussy was just the prelude of the act, because in the next moment she'd lifted herself up.
"Aaah!" Cynder moaned as she dropped back down, riding Spyro's dick. She kept gyrating on her way down, letting him dig roughly into her depths, her recent release making the contact all the sweeter. Occasionally she would take her time on her way up, swirling her hips to feel him stirring her clenching insides. "Oooh..." She let herself enjoy every touch to its fullest, moaning and cooing with exaggerated intensity, letting her sultry voice envelope Spyro as sweetly and completely as her pussy did. Every sound she made left Spyro dazed with lust, his cock throbbing in response within her. "Fuck me." She whispered softly, her shapely body looking so exposed and enticing as she opened herself to him, stirring him into action. He gripped Ember's hand tighter and sighed with pleasure, beginning to hump up into Cynder on her way down each time. "Uhn..." Even as inexperienced as he was there was a strength and confidence to him that made Cynder feel soft and desirable, her clit winking as her pleasure mounted.
Without warning she started moving much faster, slamming down over him rapidly, her tail swirling around behind her and her tongue hanging from her open mouth. Spyro went still and let his head fall back, gritting his teeth and letting her take him however she wanted him. Though she was roughly forcing herself over him, her pussy was still soft and slick, and he found that the intense pleasure of penetrating those depths overshadowed the mild discomfort of her rapid pace. Cynder gradually returned to her previous motions when his panting grew loud enough to signal that he was close, bringing him near the brink and then slowing down, and repeating the cycle until her own pleasure was near its peak.
At the perfect moment she dropped down and twisted to one side, then the other, Spyro quietly growling as he came within her. She bit her lip, entirely focused on the feeling of his warm seed marking her, the same gift he'd given Ember. It was a euphoric thought to be with Spyro, letting him hump into her with a satisfied expression on his face, even if she hadn't quite finished herself. "AAAAH!" She was hit by a powerful spike of pleasure, looking down to see Spyro's finger roughly circling her clit, the grin on his face growing with mischief. "Fu.. fuuck… fuuuuaaaah! Gods!" At the moment her peak hit he pressed much harder, making her yelp and clench harder around him. He humped up into her more aggressively throughout his release, fingering her clit until her mindless mewling and incoherent words devolved into exhausted breaths.
He hadn't even needed to release Ember's hand to do it, sighing with satisfaction as he laid back and closed his eyes, simply waiting for Cynder to catch her breath. Ember's maw had dropped open in shock, her gaze unfocused. After spending several seconds panting as she sat on Spyro's hips, Cynder regained her bearings, lifting herself and groaning girlishly as Spyro's still throbbing cock gradually slipped out of her. "How? H-how did you… in the middle of…" He chuckled at her impressed and befuddled expression, pulling her down and holding her tightly, Ember already clinging to his other side.
"Just relax for a minute, would you? If you try to comprehend the depths of my awesomeness your brain will melt." Cynder gave a weak groan of false protest, relenting immediately. She rested her chin against Spyro's head, Ember nuzzling Spyro's neck and jaw.
Ember sighed with contentment, stroking Spyro's body affectionately. "You're so amazing, Spyro." He hummed in a pleased affirmative, basking in her praise. "I… I love you."
He stilled, a million flippant jokes and references bouncing around in the back of his mind, but that's all they were: background noise. After being so close to losing her, and all the time he'd spent growing closer to her after that, he just wanted her to stop shaking, to never be nervous over his potential answers again. He turned and locked eyes with her, smiling softly. "And I love you, Ember. It's a great feeling, having someone as caring as you looking out for me. I'm sorry it took me so long to appreciate that." Ember stopped shaking. Her smile relaxed, and she hummed happily, blinking back happy tears before they were shed.
Cynder had lifted her head to watch them, fighting back her emotions when Spyro turned to her with that same earnest look in his eyes. "Oh no. If you think you're going to get me to say any of that sappy, soap opera…" He was patiently stroking her cheek, waiting for her to trail off, and it worked. The way he was looking at her derailed her deflections, only leaving room for the truth.
"You saved me, Cynder. You always found a way to come out on top, no matter what mess you wound up in. You were stunning and you still are. You inspire me, Cynder. I love you." Cynder sniffled, closing her eyes and nuzzling Spyro's hand. She'd always been firmly against adopting the mating practices of other races, sharing many a fun night with like-minded dragons, but they'd never made her feel so loved. This was the level of affection that those crazy marriage enthusiasts insisted a dragon could only experience with a single partner. Here was the proof that Cynder had been right all along, she just hadn't been with the right dragons.
That night Cynder was in excellent company, and she shuddered while taking a steadying breath, no longer afraid to show her emotions. "I thought about you every day, Spyro. I love you, but I guess… I thought you'd moved on. I'm sorry. It was a dorky move, not making a move."
"Having confidence is the majority of the work for any task." She nodded at him, a tear running down her cheek. She'd taught him that phrase, in a time that finally didn't feel long gone. "So, what sparked the new level of interest?" He asked rhetorically, smirking widely. "Was it when I kicked Gnasty's ass? The allure of the fame? My charming smile?"
Ember surprised him by climbing on his chest and adding: "Or was it his cute, firm butt?"
"His butt, obviously." The girls had a giggle at his expense, but he just waited and listened, not at all bothered by what he saw as a compliment anyway.
"I know, right? I just want to squeeze it and snuggle it all day."
"Then do." Spyro said, making Ember freeze up. He brought his thighs together and curled his back enough to lift his butt off the bed, pointing his snout downward. "Give it a few kisses too, while you're down there."
"I… that's… I..." Ember's expression gradually shifted to one of shock and awe, as if the thought that she could actually indulge her little fantasy was a life-altering revelation. They were in Spyro's bed. They had just made love. He had accepted her in the most intimate way possible, and he was still lying there. All she had to do was reach out and touch. "O-Okay… Yes! Heehee!" She released a giddy little giggle as she crawled down to his rump, twisting around onto her back and shifting herself until her face was under his lifted backside, her snout pressed against his scales between his round butt-cheeks. She gave his ass a light kiss, slowly nuzzling him and running her hands down his thighs until she was cupping his butt in her gentle grip. He felt even more firm and muscled than he looked, Ember's mind lingering on the strength that implied, on all the weight he could lift, on the power in his legs and the backbreaking force he could put into a swing of his tail. "Mmm." She hummed sweetly as he let his body relax, letting his rear smother her face while she continued groping and nuzzling reverently, worshiping his body. She started to lick between his tail and his ass-cheeks, breathing deeply of his musk. She felt every slight shift of his body as he chuckled, watching her with a wide smile.
"You're deplorable." Cynder said, shaking her head.
"She loves it." Spyro's rebuttal was accented by a muffled, girly giggle, Ember completely absorbed in her task. "Well, if you aren't going to help her," Cynder rolled her eyes, "then let me play with yours." Cynder blushed, biting her lip while she came to terms with what he was asking, not sure if she was ready for what she knew he was about to do. "Cynder, turn around."
"Alright, fine, but you asked for it." She warned, well aware that every male she'd ever met didn't like the idea of being anywhere near their own spunk. "You made quite a mess back there." Regardless, she turned around and shook her round ass in his face, looking back to watch him work.
She was surprised to see that he was mildly confused, though sexual hunger was much more prominent in his expression. "So what?" She'd kept her tail down to shield him slightly from his own smell, but he nosed it up out of the way and took a deep breath, the intermingling of their scents putting a smile on his face. He sighed with pleasure, his warm breath tickling her tailhole pleasantly. "I was pretty sure you already knew that making a mess in you was exactly what I wanted to do." He licked sensually over her pussy lips, collecting his own seed and her juices on his tongue, and then he swallowed the mixture without hesitating, without even thinking he should hesitate. By Cynder's judgment it was the single sexiest thing she'd ever seen and felt in her entire life.
"By the ancestors." She whispered, feeling her body responding to his touch. His fingers sunk deeply into her supple ass as he squished it in his hands, following Ember's example and licking her tail where it met her rump. Ember's gradual, indulgent explorations were inspiring his own, and while her reverent touch made his second afterglow pleasant and warm, his own teasing over Cynder made her hips quake with obvious desire. Spyro knew from his recent collection of literotica and foreign pornography that females could handle several orgasms in a row and enjoy the onslaught immensely, and he was eager to confirm that fact with first-hand experience.
He reconsidered his priorities when he heard a quiet grumble emanating from Ember's stomach, lifting his rear again to get a look at her face. She tried to hide behind his hips, clearly embarrassed, but he just chuckled. "Alright, I get the message."
"I'm sorry. It was such a long flight, and we skipped dinner to come straight here..."
"Say no more, sweetheart. Who wants lamb chops?" They were far from finished, but a break for a warm meal was a pleasant thought. The three of them stretched and twisted on the bed, brushing against each other several times before finally dropping from the bed to begin the short walk to Spyro's kitchen.
