The moment the trio of dragons left the bed they began to feel the energy born from sexual excitement waning. Their long day was catching up to them, and by the time Spyro finished hastily cooking a platter of sheep meat and dropping it on a low table they all took their fill without much discussion or thought. Spyro kept the lights dimmed to protect their eyes, and they yawned as they finished their filling, bland meal. They quickly retreated to the safety and comfort of the bed they'd broken in earlier in the evening, Spyro walking around the room and dousing the fire-light with his water breath.
Once he'd finished with his little task, Spyro walked tiredly to the bed, looking it over to see his two lovers cuddled together near the middle. Cynder held Ember possessively, stroking her back and mumbling praise so quietly that she may have been sleep-talking for all Spyro knew. When he clambered up to join them she groggily raised her head, Ember still breathing softly beneath her. "Come over here, Spyro. Get in the middle. I wanna smell you all night." She slid over to make room for him, and after giving her a quick kiss on the cheek he laid on his back in the already warmed spot. Though she still hadn't opened her eyes, Ember responded to his presence, and while Spyro held his girls close they cuddled into his sides. Ember on his left, Cynder on his right, their supple thighs enveloping each of his, the two of them pressing their faces together on his chest, and smiles on all their faces. When he closed his eyes and laid his head back he began to drift off into the realm of dreams swiftly. They hadn't had the presence of mind to bother with the blanket and sheets, but it didn't matter: they didn't need them.
Then, Spyro had the best night's sleep he'd had in years.
"Hows it goin', Rock? Did the book move?" High Five flittered over to his tall, muscular friend, noting that he actually looked genuinely worried. It wasn't an expression Rock usually had, as he was almost always certain he could end up on top of a situation, so the sight was quite concerning for High Five. "Hey, what's eatin' you? This simple job can't be giving ya trouble."
"It's nothing." Rock sighed, looking down at his claws. "I've just been thinking about what the boss said."
"Boss Hoss got ya down? What for?"
"I was about to tell you 'what for,' if you'd just listen." High Five held up his hands in defensive surrender, backing up a step. Rock was clearly tired and agitated, but he managed to calm himself with a few deep breaths. "It's what he said about Spyro. How much money he can easily get him to pay for the book."
"I mean, that's good for us though, right? More money for the gang is more drugs for the gang. More parties, more fun nights..." High Five trailed off, frowning to himself. "At least a hundred thousand, he said."
"Spyro cares about the rest of us. He's risked his life to keep us safe. All dragonkind owes him a debt of gratitude that no sum of money can repay." Rock shook his head slowly, stewing in quiet rage and melancholy. "It's one thing to ignore what Spyro has done for us. It's another thing entirely to use his compassion to extort him for money. Extorting such nobility is the absolute height of dishonor. Hoss doesn't want what the book is worth. He wants a bite of Spyro's hoard. The way he plans to get it is so disrespectful that it will tarnish the name of the Mountain Crackers for centuries." High Five placed a sympathetic hand on Rock's shoulder, and the larger dragon smiled sadly. "What are we going to do, Fives?"
"You're going to get some sleep. It's my turn to watch this thing. We'll figure this mess out in the morning, when our heads are clearer." Rock couldn't argue with that logic, nodding his assent before leaving. Left alone with the book, High Five decided he should familiarize himself with what all the fuss was about, opening the tome to glance through its pages. He didn't understand most of it, symbols he barely recognized arranged in ways he didn't expect, but the common script that explained the purposes of the spells was very clear. He didn't know the difference between a standard teleport and a shadow teleport, but he was under the distinct impression that everyone was overreacting about this thing. He was staring at a diagram for some sort of summoning circle when his mind started to wander. I should pluck out my father's eyes for that comment about kangaroo strippers. He thought ponderously. I know where the bastard sleeps, and I bet his meat tastes nice. He was distracted by a banging noise in another room, looking up for long enough to start feeling disgusted with his recent thoughts.
"Jeez, Fives, way to be a morbid freak." He muttered to himself, wondering if he should invest in a psychiatrist just for that one thought. When he looked back down at the book he suddenly felt that it was a great idea again. His father had it coming anyway, accusing him of being a 'roo fucker. With exceedingly more effort than it really should have taken, High Five forced the book shut and tossed it back on its red velvet pillow, lowering himself to the floor and clutching his head. "What the actual fuck was that?" Maybe he could just watch the space around the book rather than the tome itself. He began to wonder if it would be better if the book really was stolen. The thought brought a grin to his face. He could tell the others in the morning. "We've beaten you, you weird-ass thing. You just don't know it yet."
Spyro woke before the sun had risen, squinting in the dark, trying to remember his mildly distressing dream. After a short moment he decided it didn't matter. He had terrible nightmares often, sometimes prophetic ones, so he had a lot of practice ignoring them. Fretting about problems before they showed up was how other dragons drove themselves mad much of the time, and Spyro had other things on his mind. He laid his head back down, letting the warmth of his lovers carry him to a restful half-sleep. During the sunrise he remained where he lay, no natural beauty of the landscape able to compete with the two beauties in his bed.
The feeling of Cynder nuzzling his hips gradually brought Spyro back to full consciousness, Ember still half-asleep and clinging to his left side. "I see Ember isn't the only one who likes putting her face down there." He whispered, smirking down at Cynder. She looked so cute with her face at his crotch that he felt the urge to pet her, so he did, running his hand over her head. Some of his cum was still stained on her scales, since they'd yet to bathe after their recent activities, and he planned to make her a lot dirtier before she cleaned herself again. She responded to his touch with a soft coo, lifting her head into his stroking hand.
"Oh Spyro..." Cynder reached up and held his wrist, and he let her pull his hand down, giving him a sultry look. "Do you know what you should do with all this space, Spyro?" Ember started to stir, glancing down to see Cynder sensually kissing Spyro's hand. "You should throw a zeroes party."
"Hey, that's not a bad idea. But they should definitely have to give me something to get in. That'll be fun." Cynder shook her head, laughing quietly. "What's so funny?" He didn't seem concerned; if anything his cocky smirk had grown.
"Nothing, it's just," she kissed his hand again, "what could they possibly give you?"
"I like what you're giving me right now." She blushed and he straightened his fingers, his claw between her lips. "Suck." It was a simple command and she obeyed, letting his finger slip into her maw and suckling it lewdly. "Yeah, this is a great idea. I'll pay for all the food and a lot of the drinks. They just have to bring extras and suck my fingers to get in." Dragons often stayed in a quadruped posture when moving about, though they had the dexterity to stand upright whenever they needed. Spyro in particular liked to move quickly, so there was a bit of dirt clinging to the scales on his fingers when Cynder started. She wormed her tongue over his scales, tasting the dirt and swallowing it down, cleaning him with her mouth one finger at a time. The smell of his musk spiked to new heights when she was almost finished, and she knew her actions had coaxed his maleness from its sheath. "And it's just zeroes, so none of those old pricks will get to snoop around. An excellent way to break this place in. Glad I thought of it."
Cynder huffed indignantly and let Spyro's last finger pop out, but before she could speak she felt his newly cleaned hand grab one of her horns. "You aren't finished." He firmly shoved her face down until her lips were on the tip of his cock, lustfully staring her down. "Suck." It was still a simple command. Again, she obeyed. Cynder parted her soft, supple lips just enough for him to glide up into her maw, working her tongue along his ridges, a constant pressure from the horn he held urging her to go lower. She let out a muffled moan that sent vibrations through his cock when his tip began to penetrate her throat, her eyes rolling up as she focused on suppressing her gag reflex. She'd done something like this before, but Spyro was bigger and more insistent, her throat feeling uncomfortably stretched by the time her chin reached his balls. "Good girl." The praise made her feel strangely warm, his hand going back to petting her after he'd pushed her all the way down, letting her adjust to having him in her throat. His girth made her feel so deliciously full, and every throb of his cock stretched her just a bit more, his cockhead blocking off her sinuses. She'd have to lift herself to breathe, but she waited as long as she could, swallowing over him and sucking tightly, listening to his approving grunts.
Spyro hissed in mild shock when Cynder started bobbing her head over him, her tongue licking between his ridges on her way up and straightening to guide him back into her throat when she lowered herself, taking all of him each time. He saw Ember watching Cynder training herself to suck his dick with an envious glint in her eyes, so he kissed her cheek to get her attention and whispered. "You aren't content to just watch, are you?" She shook her head, biting her lip. "Then get down there and help her out, Missy." She didn't need any further prompting, crawling down to his hips and getting a closer look at the action. She saw Cynder's drool trickling down to Spyro's balls and knew exactly what she wanted to do, dipping her head down below Cynder and giving Spyro's exposed testes an experimental kiss. She heard him gasp and felt his hand petting her back, encouraging her to go further, licking his sack while Cynder slurped on his dick. He was warmer than she expected, and when she lifted his package with her tongue, letting his balls slip into her mouth and suckling them, she felt a gentle heat spreading through her maw.
They felt Spyro start to move his hips, giving slow, relaxed thrusts and setting his hands on their heads, Cynder releasing the occasional muffled gag when his cock prodded into a sensitive spot. Ember groaned as the base of his cock bumped her snout, his balls sliding forward and back along her tongue while he fucked Cynder's face, her tail hiking with arousal. She wanted to do more for him, lifting a hand to his foot and sliding her fingers between his toes, and he curled them with pleasure over her grip, her other hand stroking up and down his tail. "Yes." He moaned, panting and watching them with lust-filled eyes. "Yesss." Cynder had to place her hands on either side of him as he started thrusting faster, gripping two of her horns to hold her steady and humping her face at an eager, but measured pace. She had just enough time to breathe through her snout between thrusts, but the new speed made Ember's position awkward and she had to pull away a little. She started nuzzling his balls instead, and felt her lips press against something she hadn't considered before: his tailhole.
Ember paused, but her hesitation didn't last long, and soon she had plunged her tongue into him, slowly digging her way past the lips of his vent. Spyro dug his claws into Cynder's horns, gasping louder with widened eyes. He looked her over, trying to form the words he'd need to make her stop, but after getting a good look at her, he couldn't bring himself to really speak those words. She was so engrossed in him, squeezing his foot gently whenever her tongue made his toes curl, searching for the most sensitive spots, and soon she found them. Whenever her tongue slid in a little further he felt his cock throb in Cynder's mouth. He was glad her dedication had kept him distracted long enough for her tongue to make him squirm, because he didn't want her to stop anymore, groaning as a shiver ran up his spine. "Fuck yes!" After taking a breather during his distracted state, Cynder went back to work, already addicted to the strong taste of his cock, and reveling in his thickness when he speared her throat. She took him to the base and started twisting her face from one side to the other and back, letting him take her throat as thoroughly as she'd given her pussy the previous night, her neck rubbing against Ember's horns below.
Spyro seemed happy with Cynder's increasing enthusiasm, going back to petting her and Ember and allowing them to pleasure him as they saw fit. The combination of Ember's exploring tongue and Cynder's tight throat was too intense for him to focus, and too wonderful for him to bother interfering with in the first place. He took a deep, steadying breath, and then sighed, laying back and stretching out his wings and arms. "This is the best wake-up call ever." He muttered, arcing his back and lifting his hips, closing his eyes and just feeling them, Cynder bobbing and twisting over him, and Ember's tongue able to lick slower and deeper as he relaxed. Cynder was once again surprised by his stamina, slipping her fingers into her own pussy to take advantage of the erotic sensation of sucking him off. Ember was making such happy noises while she drooled over Spyro's ass that Cynder began to wonder what it tasted like. She smirked around her mouthful; wondering was for people who couldn't indulge themselves.
With a wet pop Cynder left Spyro's dick, admiring it as it glistened with her saliva, taking big gulps of air to recover. Spyro caught her staring longer than she intended to, but said nothing, just smirking confidently at her and placing his hands behind his head. She flicked her clit when he looked at her that way, his smugness as enticing as his musk. Gradually, Ember fluttered her lashes until her eyes were fully opened, admiring Spyro's girth from her position beneath it. Cynder tapped her on the head and asked, "Mind switching?"
"No, I don't mind at all." The words seemed so simple and inadequate for what she was agreeing to, but Cynder accepted the answer casually, diving her tongue into Spyro and slurping up Ember's spit, moaning her approval. Spyro looked as eager as Ember felt, the world seeming to move in slow-motion as she closed her lips over him and tentatively pressed her tongue against his tip. "Mmmm!" His taste set her mind ablaze with unrestrained lust, and she sucked hard on her way down, working her tongue up and down frantically, embracing him as tightly as her mouth could. The constant pleasure finally seemed to be catching up with Spyro, and he slowly sat back up to place a hand on Ember's head, encouraging her. She was a bit smaller than Cynder, and had a lot less practice, so when his tip prodded her throat she gagged over him, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. She tried to take him again, but her body shook as her throat violently rejected the intrusion, an impulse she couldn't control causing her head to lift, and then the source of that wonderful taste was gone from her maw.
"Wow, take it easy." Spyro was stroking her cheek, looking concerned, and Cynder had lifted her head to ensure she was alright.
"I can't. I can't get it in. I keep choking."
Cynder gave her a pat on the back. "Don't worry about it. You'll get better. I'll get you a dildo to practice on." That made Spyro snicker, but Ember shook her head, giving him an intense, determined look.
"Force it in, please." Her initial request was firm, but the 'please' that followed dripped with desperation, the sound of her voice as she said it enough to make him throb with pleasure. Spyro adjusted his stance, planting his feet on the bed and studying her for a moment.
Then, he smiled. "Squeeze my feet if you need me to stop." She didn't respond with words, taking him back into her mouth and sitting on her haunches. Her eagerness enticed him into action, Cynder watching closely as he grabbed Ember's horns, Cynder digging her fingers into herself more roughly. "Glk..." Ember made a wet, strangling noise when he forced her down and shoved his throbbing cock past her struggling throat, and then she choked again, and again, her neck heaving and her eyes starting to tear up. He held her there and grit his teeth, trying to hold on in spite of the euphoric sensation and the sensual attention he'd already received that morning, trying to focus on the feeling he expected to come at any moment. He pulsed inside her roughly stretched throat, waiting for her hands to squeeze his feet, but she didn't. She was taking it. "Okay then." He muttered, groaning and pushing down, more of his ridges popping into her throat until he was finally buried all the way.
"Mmm..." Gradually Ember's body succumbed to what her mind wanted, the force behind his penetration dominating her tight throat, the strength of her impulsive gags weakening until they were pathetic little swallows that made him sigh with pleasure. He removed his hands from her horns slowly, and she had no trouble keeping herself down without his help. "That's my girl." She released a happy moan in response, and he slid his hands down her back until he was firmly gripping her ass to give himself plenty of leverage, giving her backside a firm kiss before really getting started. "Hold on tight." She was surrounded by him, his thighs on either side of her face and his belly pressing into her horns, and his cock gliding along her tongue as he pulled back for his first thrust. She choked weakly when he slammed into her, but she was trapped right where they both wanted her, his groin hitting her snout and his balls slapping her chin, still wet from her earlier attentions.
Spyro knew that Ember could signal any genuine distress instantly, so he could enjoy letting himself go without worrying about her. Her heart-shaped ruby necklace bounced against her chest as he started to thrust rapidly, grunting every time from the intensity with which her throat gripped him and digging his claws into her plump butt. Every weak gag or flutter of her wings that would have drawn his concern otherwise simply encouraged him to fuck her face harder, because she was enjoying the rough treatment as much as he was. The fact that she gained such pleasure from submitting to him so thoroughly made the signs of her surrender intensely erotic for him and he growled in approval, his wings fanning out in a display of dominance. Her throat gave one last convulsion, and after that his next few thrusts met only the resistance of her natural tightness. Her happy squeal came out rather quiet when muffled by his dick, but the joy in that sound followed by her enthusiastic licking and sucking was too much for him to resist any longer. He buried himself deep, invading her throat even further with his seed while he hugged her rump and lightly bit the base of her tail. After the first few shots he started to pull back, coating the back of her sinuses on his way back to her mouth, the remainder of his heavy load filling her maw, a few trickles dribbling down her chin and along the sides of her jaw.
Spyro stepped back and sat down in front of Ember, greeted by the sight of Ember trembling with arousal and Cynder casually fingering herself, a stain of feminine juices forming beneath her. "What a lovely performance." She said, slithering over to Ember's side. "You should complete it with some proud flair. Open your mouth a little. Let's see the mess Spyro made." Spyro rolled his eyes, but after seeing pools of his cum on Ember's tongue with strands stretching up to her inner cheeks and beads of sperm sliding down her teeth and settling on her gums, he decided Cynder had the right idea. He knew he'd revisit that sight many times in his dreams. Cynder's soft hum seemed to indicate that she would too. "Now close those lips and swallow it all down, like a good girl. Then show us how clean you are afterward." Ember was blushing intensely as she obeyed, taking three big, gulping swallows before feeling around her maw with her tongue, swallowing once more, and then showing off her clean mouth. Spyro could see the back of her throat clearly, the sunlight illuminating her through the broad window and making her saliva glisten. Cynder took a glance at Spyro's crotch before continuing, noting that he was receding into his slit. "She's so well behaved. I'd love to have a turn with her, if you need time to recover."
"Ha! Good one." Cynder fluttered her lashes in neutral reaction to that. She hadn't been joking, and one of the reasons she'd been interested in bedding with another dragoness in the first place was that males often needed time before they could go again. Spyro, however, didn't seem to care that he'd already been satisfied, stroking Ember's cheek and kissing her lips. "That was wonderful, Ember. You deserve a reward."
"Oh, thank you, Spyro! Um… what sort of reward?" She asked, twiddling her fingers.
"You'll see." He casually turned around and lazily laid on his side, looking back at her and nodding to himself after judging her position. "Just be sure to pass it on to Cynder. She did pretty good too."
Cynder huffed and Ember tilted her head in confusion. "What does tha- OOOOH GODS!" Ember felt a smooth, hard presence penetrate her needy pussy, a spiraling pattern on the object stimulating her in waves, and the way it shifted up and down so powerfully left her breathless. She looked down at herself, her brain slowly catching up with what was happening. It was the tip of Spyro's tail. He was fucking her with his strong, muscular tail. "Fuuuuaaaaauugh. Nnnn..." Everything she'd done with Spyro moments ago had been focused on his pleasure, her own needs completely ignored while in the throes of her devotion, so it all felt like nigh unbearable foreplay to her soaked entrance. Spyro could have sent her into convulsions of pleasure with a mere tap of his finger, but he was doing so much more than that. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell over onto her side, gasping and moaning in the same breaths, the only thing on her mind being the feelings emanating from her groin.
Ember vaguely felt Cynder positioning her tail to curve upward, the lithe dragoness twisting and humping down to work Ember's bulbous, heart-shaped tail-tip into her cunt, groaning on her way down. Ember managed to shift her tail back and forth a little, but she didn't have Spyro's strength and was distracted by her own pleasure, Cynder taking the lead again with carefully practiced hip swaying. They could have gone on like that for half an hour or only a few minutes from Ember's perspective, as she lost all sense of time and gave in to primal passion, humping over Spyro's tail and sliding hers up into Cynder with the same motion. Then she humped again, bringing that tail-tip deeper, and deeper, and deeper still until it reached far enough to slam down into that perfect spot, "Aaaaauuhnnn..." and it left her reeling. She saw spots for a good long while, and by the time she could see clearly there was Spyro, giving her a sympathetic look, and Cynder behind him, snickering. Laughing with a smug grin. "Wow. I really thought she'd last longer than that."
"You smug bitch!" Spyro pulled his head out of the way on reflex as Ember jumped past him and tackled Cynder onto her back.
"Wow." This time it wasn't sarcastic, Ember's hands pressing roughly down on Cynder's rounded chest and pinning her to the bed. "You're stronger than you look." It was almost comical, the small, pink dragoness with her big heart-shaped ruby dangling down and an agitated expression on her face, pinning the larger, darker dragoness with several horns and knives on her wings.
"Fuck you." Ember's voice held more lust than anger, but her eyes burned with fury as she pushed her face into Cynder's, growling down at her. Cynder started to lift her arms to push Ember off, but she felt Spyro grab her wrists and pull her arms down above her head.
She looked back up at him in surprise, but he just smirked as he lowered his face and whispered in her ear. "Hold on, now. I wanna see what she does to you."
"You sneaky little sh- Mmmff!" Ember shoved her tongue down into Cynder's mouth, and pushing it back out proved more difficult than she expected, but she managed it, smirking and growling at Ember. Then she squealed when Ember shoved her knee against her crotch and felt her maw being invaded again. She put up less of a fight that time, both of them tasting Spyro in the other's maw. Cynder tried to lift her arms again but Spyro's grip on her wrists held firm, and the helpless feeling that followed made her clit wink. Then she felt Ember's foot-paw settle on her slit, applying a slight pressure that left Cynder shivering.
Ember pulled away after she was satisfied with her taste, leering down at Cynder triumphantly. "You're mine, now." Her voice had regained it's sweetness, but there was a dark, dominating intent behind it, and she started to put more of her weight on Cynder's cunny, her toes shifting and curling to tease Cynder. Then more weight, enough to hurt, her middle claw sinking in past Cynder's snatch, her fluids coating Ember's toes. Ember would let up a little and then slowly press back down, making Cynder grunt and gasp from the waves of pressure assaulting her crotch. The constant rhythm eroded Cynder's desire to regain control, and when Ember kissed her again, long and hard, she didn't fight back at all, moaning into Ember's mouth and suckling her sweet tongue submissively. When Ember picked up the pace with her foot she started kissing down Cynder's neck, occasionally nipping and licking near the choker.
"Ha ha ha..." Spyro laughed quietly and huskily in Cynder's ear, speaking softly and confidently. "You know we'd let you up if you asked, but you won't ask, because you want this." Cynder groaned weakly, shaking her head in protest. She didn't even realize that she was smiling, ruining her façade of resistance. "Don't deny it. You get off on power plays like this, don't you?" Cynder couldn't muster up a response, Ember having picked up the pace, taking all of her focus. Ember was biting Cynder's shoulder, shoving her foot against Cynder so swiftly that Cynder's whole body rocked to Ember's rhythm. She was so close that the pleasure hurt, Ember's little growl making her squirm, but she could still resist and turn things around if she really wanted to. She felt Spyro's face nuzzle closer, whispering one last thing, another simple command. "Cum." Immediately she lost all sense of composure, screaming in ecstasy and arcing her back, her thighs locking on Ember's waist while she rode out her orgasm, every press of Ember's foot making her squeal louder and louder until she lost her voice, collapsing into a blissful afterglow. Ember basked in the feeling of dominance, continuing to press her foot down roughly until the clenching pussy beneath her toes stopped squirting.
Cynder heard Ember giggling to herself as she settled down beside her, stretching in preparation for the day ahead and thoroughly pleased with herself. Cynder's hips shook when she felt her pussy being licked, and she looked down to see Spyro gripping her inner thighs, tasting the result of Ember's efforts. "You're insatiable."
"Yep." He smiled and licked her again, taking a deep whiff of her scent. "Who wouldn't be with you two around?"
"Hehe..." She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, sighing wistfully. "We need to get you some toys, Spyro. Then we could have some real fun together. Really get into the kinky stuff, ya know? Shocking myself is one thing, but it'd be even better with someone else in control of it."
Spyro tilted his head slightly, thoughtfully adjusting his grip on her thighs and lifting his face away from her. "What, you mean like this?" That statement gave Cynder pause, but before she could respond she felt it. Electric shocks pulsed through her from her thighs, her body twitching and shaking and her jaw locked open. None of her usual feigned indifference could be maintained as she laid there and trembled with electric energy, open and inviting. When it stopped she was gasping desperately, her afterglow having been swept away by newly mounting need, her pussy clenching on nothing as a tingle ran through it.
Cynder stared at him and his self-satisfied smirk with an open maw, noticing Ember looking between the two of them, entirely stupefied. "How!?"
"Moneybags showed me some of those units before, trying to sell them to me. I'm pretty sure that was around most of their higher settings. Want me to go a bit lower next time?" She shook her head, but not in answer. She simply had no idea what to make of what she was seeing, but her body didn't have any such hangups. "Alright then, you asked for it." Her limbs locked up again, but she was slightly more ready for it this time, feeling electric shocks bloom along Spyro's fingers and then zap into her thighs. He gradually lowered the intensity until she could take gasping breaths, and in the next few seconds she came hard. He lowered his face and opened his mouth in front of her squirting pussy, collecting her delicious juices and swallowing them, licking his lips.
"H-how?" She repeated, a single happy tear running down her cheek. "No guy has ever stuck around to use the shockers on me."
"And now no guy will, because you have me, and I don't need one." She released a happy little laugh, but shook her head, still clearly confused. "Dragon-kata, Cynder." Then it all started to make sense. Dragon-kata was both martial and magical, all of its Masters learning deeper control over their inner magic than non-practitioners. A Master of Dragon-kata could manipulate their element very intimately, channeling it into their physical strikes, or applying it weakly to incapacitate delicate targets. Or, perhaps, they could even use their element safely, in very weak doses, channeling it through their bodies for sensual purposes. Spyro was not only a Master of Dragon-kata, but also of every natural element.
Cynder glanced at Ember, and they spoke without words. They'd both come to the same conclusion. "Ember gets a pass because she's pretty new at this, but didn't you notice that my magnificent package was quite a bit warmer than those of less talented dragons? Guess I wouldn't really know for certain, but I'm confident that it's true. Fire magic can do wonderful things when applied in tiny doses. Of course, you're so hot-headed that I've been wondering if you could use some cooling off."
"By the Gods."
"No, Cynder, don't swear by them." Spyro's grin turned predatory, his finger moving slowly toward Cynder's still twitching cunt. His hand looked just like it always did, but she could feel herself getting colder as he moved. "Swear by me." With the smallest application of ice magic he pressed his finger against her clit, the sudden chill making her toes curl and her legs come together, and it was too much too fast and too soon after her last climax for her to resist it. She had barely come down from her last high before he'd lifted her to another one.
"Oh Spyro!" She came again, her vision unfocused and her mind numb. She wasn't even sure how many times she'd peaked in the last hour.
"Ah, so some girls can just keep going. Good to know." Cynder suddenly felt trickles of water flowing over her belly-plates, all the way up her body until Spyro's fingers were in front of her lips again, dripping with magical water. "I'm sure you're dehydrated after serving up all that delicious pussy juice. Here, have a drink." His fingers slid past her lips and she began to suckle them again, but this time the act was rejuvenating. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was until the cool water was being gulped down her sore throat, easing the tension that had built up there from the shocks. "It's funny to think about, but this water exists because of my magic, using so little of it that I don't even feel it leaving me. It's as if you're drinking a little of my soul, but I'm never gonna run out." He heard Ember gasp in disbelief beside him, turning to her while Cynder kept suckling away, her expression empty and her body thoroughly spent.
"Do you want some too, Ember? From another source, maybe?" Ember nodded as she approached, unable to form words. "Kiss me." She did, letting his tongue slip into her mouth and explore her again. He was taller than her, so when he started sliding his wet tongue back and forth, the magical water that flowed from it traveled down her maw, and she swallowed it as it came. Aside from the taste of his saliva it was the purest water she'd ever drank. Gradually his tongue stilled as she suckled more tightly, drinking down everything he gave her with relentless enthusiasm. The magical nature of the water left her throat tingling when he finally pulled away and kissed her cheek. Eventually he'd started to walk toward the exit, but she was in such a euphoric haze that her mind didn't really catch up with that until he spanked her ass on his way off the bed, causing her to yelp and collapse forward onto Cynder's belly.
"Damn that felt good! Why didn't I start this sex stuff sooner?" He shook his head at himself as he opened the door, looking back at the exhausted dragonesses. "I'll start working on breakfast. You two just catch your breath for awhile."
Ember didn't know how long she laid there regaining her senses, but she did know that once she had, Cynder was still taking slow, heavy breaths while staring at the ceiling. Ember took the extra time to sit and think, considering her options. Some dragons would say that she was lucky to have parents who cared about her; though, others would say she'd been coddled for too long, and that she should have striven out fully into the social environment of her peers years ago. She'd been thinking about the possibility of moving in with Spyro since he'd showed her the sheer size of his home the previous day. After he'd confessed his mutual feelings and after everything he'd done that morning Ember wasn't willing to risk losing him again. She'd have to make her move soon.
Cynder had her own loyalties to consider. She was a well-respected member of the Knifetails, and didn't fancy the idea of giving up everything that entailed. Spyro wasn't demanding anything of her, so she could potentially go on being with him romantically and still remain a Knifetail, but she wasn't the leader of her gang, and if she ever found them in conflict with Spyro then she didn't know what she'd do. It was certainly suicidal to fight Spyro, so she could just remove herself from such conflicts with a fairly solid self-preservation excuse, but what if he asked for her help? She shook her head at herself, deciding not to worry about that unless a conflict really did arise. Spyro had managed to maintain good relations with most gangs in the core worlds and there was no reason to suspect that that would change. "Ember? Could you help me up?"
"Sure." Ember grabbed Cynder's hand and pulled her into an upright sitting position, Cynder wincing and rubbing her back immediately afterward.
"By Spyro, I'm sore." Ember snorted, suppressing a snicker, but Cynder didn't seem to know why for a good half-minute. Then realization dawned and her eyes widened. "By Io, I meant. Slip… slip of the tongue."
"Well he did tell you to swear by him." Ember laughed, Cynder blushing with embarrassment. "You know he's not actually a God, right?"
"You've read the old texts, haven't you?" Ember tilted her head in confusion, but Cynder just smiled, thinking back to her memories of reading the uncensored accounts of Tiamat's adventures in the Artisan library. She looked into Ember's eyes directly and said: "He may not be a God, but he sure fucks like one."
