The sun was setting on a mostly untamed world, dusk taking the landscape into a peaceful stillness, the buzzing of insects rising into the air. The sounds of the larger insects were distant from the towering castle walls, a testament to the voracious feeding habits of Sparx, the magical dragonfly. He was often a calm voice for his brother Spyro, but on this night he was still elsewhere, partaking of needy females in Dragonfly Falls. In spite of the serene sights all around him, Spyro desperately wished for his brother's counsel, so he would not be burdened entirely with the monumental task of controlling his own irritation alone. Claws scraped against stone, and Spyro barely restrained his voice to a mere growl. "You just want me to leave her alone out there, with your old bow and a few arrows, for the whole night?"

"She needed to be alone, Spyro. Just give her time to sort out her thoughts." Hunter knew he couldn't betray Elora's trust by explaining the cause of her emotional turmoil, not sure that he could word it properly even if he tried, but he was at least determined to keep Spyro from seeking her out until she was ready. "Nature brings her peace of mind. It'll do her good to spend a night on her own out there."

"And if some wild predator native to this world finds her while she's busy having a hard think or a snooze, how do you think that'll go down?" Spyro's wings twitched in agitation, as if he was primed to fly off at any moment. "This place isn't explored enough yet for us to know she's safe."

"I can sympathize with your worries, my dude, but you've gotta be chill here. The professor's probes proved that at least the surrounding area is docile, right? There's a lot more plants than animals around here, and none with sharp teeth. She knows not to stray too far if she wants to hike over the mountains in the morning. Her strong legs evolved for those sorts of escapades. I know us furry sorts look soft and weak to most dragons, but you know better, Spyro." That seemed to have the desired effect, Spyro sighing and lowering his wings. When he saw that his friend was finally calm, Hunter relaxed in turn, his tail moving less stiffly as it swayed back and forth. "Elora can take care of herself, and we can complain to her together that there was plenty of room in the castle when she gets back."

Spyro pushed off the parapet for the ramparts and dropped down to all fours, managing a weak smile. If Hunter hadn't used his board to keep up with Spyro and talk him down during the dragon's sprint to the outer walls then he would have spent the night blindly searching for a faun who didn't want to be found. "Sorry for flying completely off the handle there for a minute. I'm just a little in love with her so I guess I overreacted."

Hunter took a sharp breath through his nostrils, fairly anxious about how the situation would play out after his discussion with Elora earlier in the day. Initially he had just wanted Elora to express her feelings to Spyro, sure that things would work out somehow, but after seeing how affectionate Spyro was toward the other dragons he had his doubts. It occurred to him at last that the culture of dragons was just a little too different from that of satyrs and fauns. "You're not the only one she wants to meet on the beach tomorrow. She wants Ember and Cynder to come along too."

The news that had confirmed to Hunter that Elora just wanted to let Spyro down on the best possible terms seemed to have the opposite implication in Spyro's mind. For a few moments Hunter had trouble keeping up as the dragon moved faster without thinking to, a spring in his step. As far as he was concerned, Elora wouldn't want to see all three of them unless she was warming up to the idea of sharing him equally with his other girls. Halfway back to the den he slowed back to a normal pace and frowned in sudden uncertainty, as it hit him again that Elora must have something else holding her back, something worth spending the night alone in the woods to figure out. Perhaps, if that was the case, it would be best for him to see her alone first, whether she'd invited the others along or not. "I wonder what has her so worked up." Hunter was glad that Spyro had merely mumbled that to himself, not sure how he would handle himself if he was confronted on the matter.

Before long, the pair of them had returned to the den to find the girls enjoying the evening relatively calmly, each of them quite sure that Elora wouldn't rush off for a sudden camping trip unless she could handle herself. Cynder had offered to teach Bianca how to play Wiz Brawl, and the screen showed Bianca's character being absolutely destroyed by an extensive combo when Spyro and Hunter entered. Apparently Cynder subscribed to the idea of learning through failure. "Do you always torture the newbs?" Spyro asked, sitting beside her on the couch nearest the screen and the various electronic devices connected to it.

"You should have heard the noise she made the first time I beat her." Cynder whispered, barely loud enough for Spyro to hear. "I think she gets off on it." Hunter had remained standing, always comfortable on his feet, but his ear shifted in their direction curiously. "You think she's part of the Order?" She asked more loudly, Bianca clenching her controller self-consciously.

"What?" Hunter replied in disbelief. "You mean those bearded old wizards in the mountains that recite chants about how great dragons are and how nice their butts probably smell? I've never seen her do any of that crazy stuff."

"The Order of Erren Draco often practices in secret and has spread throughout every inner realm." Cynder explained, certain of her deduction. "More than half of the spellcasters alive today belong to the Order, and Bianca is one of them." To prove her point definitively, Cynder turned to Bianca and spoke a clear command, something any Order member would obey coming from a dragon who wasn't openly hostile. "Admit it. You shouldn't keep such things from your mate."

Bianca nodded slowly, opening her mouth to explain herself, and slowly closing it again when she failed to find the words. Hunter just chuckled, plopping down onto one of the floor cushions with an embarrassed smile. "Jeez, Bianca, why didn't you just tell me? I wouldn't have poked fun at them so much if I knew you were one of them, you know. You're living proof that they aren't so weird afterall."

"I'm sorry, Hunter. It never really came up before the wedding, and I never thought to explicitly mention it because it was so normal to me and I thought it was obvious. Then, after the rant about 'those weird old guys' at the reception-"

Hunter held up his hands to stall the rest of Bianca's explanation, still smiling. "It's okay. Just try not to keep any other giant secrets for years, alright?" She nodded sheepishly, nervously fiddling with her robes. "I'm not judging, but I have to know: what drew you into the Order in the first place?"

"Well, I wanted to be a sorceress. I loved magic and devoted my life to it, and revering dragons is just something you do when you love magic. Dragons breathe magic; their elemental breath attacks are all magical. Their bodies are so filled with magic every part of them is potentially a valuable alchemical ingredient." The lot of them flinched when she mentioned that, but she didn't seem to notice, barreling on. "Every creation myth I've ever heard has featured at least one dragon as a God and in a prominent role, even from peoples who have only ever heard of dragons or aren't even sure if dragons are real. And even if Avalar has somehow managed to maintain its magic by other means, other realms can't magically survive without dragons. If no dragons return to the Forgotten Realms in the next five hundred years, all of the portals will die and no spells or enchantments will function at all. No one but a dragon can save a place from becoming magically barren. Even faeries don't have that ability. Dragons are the only known source of permeated worldly magic for others to use outside the unexplored Faewild." Bianca smiled broadly, filled with confidence by her own declarations. "Is it strange for a sorceress to revere dragons? No. In fact, it's strange for her not to."

Spyro gave Bianca a searching look, concerned for his friend. "Even so," he said, "do not trust in the nobility of dragons. It eroded away long ago."

"No." Ember said simply from her cushion just in front of the couch, smiling serenely. "That may have been true a few decades back, and you should be weary of some of the Elders, but you can trust the young, Bianca." She turned her gaze to Spyro pointedly, her eyes filled with affection. "We have a great example to follow." A short silence followed, Ember's words bringing to mind the vast accomplishments to Spyro's name. Hunter and Bianca wondered what states their original realms would be in, had Spyro never come along to save them. Ember just returned her eyes to the screen and tilted her head at the character selection menu for Wiz Brawl. "Can I play? It looks like fun."

"Sure." Cynder replied, passing her controller to Ember. "Bianca should face an opponent of comparable experience anyway." While Hunter settled down to watch the game and process what he'd just learned about his wife, Cynder gestured for Spyro to follow her to a far corner of the room. He did as she wanted, and she began to whisper quietly. "There is a Knifetail meeting tonight. I cannot miss it. I must explain why I failed to take the book."

"You're not going to blame me, are you?" He asked jokingly, not too concerned.

"Of course I will." She replied with a cheeky smirk. "I'll say you found me on my way there and expressed an interest in acquiring the book yourself, for a price. I'm sure they'll understand why I didn't want to get in the great Spyro's way. I'll explain that I'm being rewarded for assisting you in this matter instead."

Spyro grew contemplative, his expression becoming more neutral. "Cynder, I want you to consider stepping down from the Knifetail's ranks. They take too many unnecessary risks, and I don't trust Slither's judgment. I can keep you safer here."

Cynder shook her head, flicking her tail. "You're too hard on Slither. She speaks as smoothly as Venera, but she's far more trustworthy. She has a thing for the bipeds, same as you." Spyro rolled his eyes, not letting Cynder distract him with Slither's sexual preferences. "Besides, the only member other than Slither who outranks me is Blackout. If I get into trouble it's my fault. I'll be fine, but I will think about it."

"That's all I ask. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, I plan to use the upcoming sale of the book as an excuse to sleep with you for the rest of the week." Spyro chuckled at that, but went quiet when Cynder nuzzled his chin, moving her face to his neck and letting her head rest under his. "It's strange to feel this way. I always imagined I'd be strong and influential enough to take many mates, but you're beyond even me and… I feel happy, being one of your mates."

"I'm glad that you're happy, Cynder, but you know I don't mind you having other mates. I wouldn't want to get in the way of you having some boy toys to boss around."

"You're the best I've ever had, Spyro, and I've had a lot. I don't want anyone else." Cynder lifted her head and gazed in Ember's direction, smiling softly. "Except, perhaps, my fellow harem girls."

"'Harem girls.'" Spyro rolled his eyes. "You make it sound so kinky."

"Well, that is the traditional term." She teased.

"The ancient traditional term, from when our culture was influenced by the idea that Io was a male dragon."

"Just don't bother getting used to it." Cynder said, beginning to walk away and smirking over her shoulder. "I couldn't tease you with it if it didn't bother you."

"I'll spank you for that when you get back!" He called after her playfully. That was enough of a distraction for Bianca that it gave Ember an opening to exploit in their Wiz Brawl match, but Hunter just chuckled. It seemed as though their young friend really had grown up, at least by the standards of the shorter-lived species.

Cynder's departure seemed to remind Ember of the time, and she passed her controller to Hunter, insisting he give the game a shot. She met Spyro in the middle of the room, running a claw over the stone floor. "Spyro, I think I should talk to my parents tonight. Tell them my decision. It's something too important to explain over the phone, and..." Ember cast her gaze around the room, then leaned in closer and whispered. "I think Elora wants to talk to you alone first."

"Hunter said she mentioned you and Cynder by name." Spyro whispered back. "I thought I'd still be going with at least one of you."

Ember shook her head knowingly. "Elora still needs to warm up to the idea, I think. She invited us along because she didn't want to reject us. It's a good sign, but I think things will go more smoothly if you speak to her alone first." He sighed in understanding, having had the same thought himself not too long ago. "My own relationship with a younger species didn't go so well. If she does reject us-"

"She won't." His expression didn't match his confident words, his shoulders slumped. "And if she rejected you, she'd be rejecting me."

"I know, Spyro. What I'm trying to say is, if she does reject us, I'm sorry." She smiled sadly, sliding an arm over his shoulders, hugging him closely. "I know what you're going through."

"I know you do." He shut his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. "I'm the one who put you through it."

Ember pulled back slowly, lifting her hand to Spyro's chin and gazing deeply into his eyes. "I forgive you, Spyro. We both had a silly dream, but sometimes those dreams come true. Maybe you'll be as lucky as I was."

"I'd be thrice as lucky." The message was clear: he cared just as deeply for each of them, as if that was ever in doubt.

Ember turned toward the exit and smirked. "I wouldn't say that. Afterall, you're going to share her too, aren't you?"

He nodded with a wide grin, his mood much improved. "Count on it, babe."

Spyro offered to have Hunter and Bianca spend the night in a guest room to save them the trouble of jogging back home, since the sun had already set. They spent some time discussing spellcraft, but Spyro avoided mentioning the dark tome the Mountain Crackers possessed, not wanting rumors to spread. It wasn't long before Bianca retired to the guest room, but Spyro and Hunter were still too anxious to sleep right away. They went to the skating courtyard within the castle grounds to let off some steam and tire themselves out, the competition offered by Hunter's skills giving Spyro the practice he'd neglected earlier in the day.

When Spyro finally laid down to rest he was alone in his bed, as he had been for most of his life. The bed felt far too spacious and cold without his lovers, but he managed to slip into an uneasy sleep regardless, his phone set to wake him at first light.


Elora hadn't felt so alive in years. The night was waning, day approaching to replace it, and by the sparse light of the falling moon Elora climbed the mountain. Her legs tensed up whenever a ledge was out of arm's reach, and she made high vertical jumps with an expert fluidity. Certainly, she had a few awkward slips and she wasn't moving as quickly as she would have liked, but the years of office work and political meetings hadn't entirely ruined her muscle memory. "Not yet." She muttered to herself, wondering just how long it would take for her to lose her physical strength and grace completely, to become fat and modern, content to feast on fast food behind a desk. Bleak as those thoughts were, they were stalled by a magnificent sight.

Elora had reached one of Spyro's plasma mortars, planted into the mountain and ready to rain super-heated orbs of death down on the minefield in front of the castle, each a deterrent to aerial attackers as well during their trip through the skies. The barrel was only as long as Elora was tall, but it was thrice as wide, the power-core buried beneath the rocks and the metal painted over with a near-black brown to help it blend into the mountain itself from any significant distance. She ran a hand over the painted metal, making a mental note to ask Spyro just how hot the plasma would be should it fire.

Turning away from the technological marvel, Elora finished her climb and began her descent, the rising sun beginning to light the ocean ahead of her. It was the perfect sequel to her night under the stars, and Elora promised herself when she saw it that she would spend more time being free. Avalar could hold itself together for a few weeks out of the year; she never wanted to forget nature again. She sped down the mountain, her muscles burning with every impact and a smile on her face. She suddenly slid to a stop and fell back when she heard a mighty roar from above, trying to hide and get a look at whatever made the noise at the same time.

She didn't have to look for long; the dragon made his presence known with a ring of fire emanating from his face and coiling back around his form, leaving a wide trail of smoke behind, as if he was trying to get someone's attention. "Oh, right." Elora finished her descent to the beach and galloped to the water, getting her fur wet and making the largest splashes she could until she saw Spyro put a halt to his fire stream and turn in her direction. When he reached her she was sitting in the sand with her legs crossed, panting to recover from her exertions. "I thought you'd sleep in a little. Where are the other two?"

"They'll be back. They know I'm the one you need to talk to." Spyro sat in front of her, barely an arm's length away, curling his tail around himself and folding his wings against his back. "You just wanted to come to terms with dragon mating practices by morning, right?"

"That may have been part of it." Elora looked to the side, debating internally. "It isn't the real reason I needed to be out here, though. I'm trying to do the right thing, in spite of what I want, but I don't know if those are different anymore."

Spyro rolled his eyes, smiling and attempting to will away the tension in the air. "You're not makin' any sense, babe. Just tell me what's really going on, okay?"

"Babe?" She tittered at that, her posture loosening a bit.

"What? It's true! You look great." He made an overexaggerated expression of deep thought, pursing his lips. "Well, for someone who just slept in the woods last night, anyway." Elora tried her best to look offended while Spyro laughed, but she couldn't keep herself from grinning. Then they were just sitting there, staring into each other's eyes, and it felt so natural and calm. However, there was more to be said. "You said you'd tell me everything. I'm holding you to that. It's the only way I can help."

Elora shook her head, trying to deny it, but his eyes squinted ever-so-slightly and she knew she couldn't put it off any longer. "I'm a faun, you dork!"

"That sounds familiar."

"Really? Because you haven't exactly noticed the most obvious problem with that, Spyro." He flinched back as if stung, but it was too late to stop. "Time! Time, Spyro! I don't have enough of it. I'll be dead over a thousand years before you have your first child!" Spyro's face softened, the hurt replaced with understanding. "I thought it would be best not to put you through anything like that. You deserve to be loved for your whole life, and you can be if I don't hurt you first."

"Elora, listen very carefully." Spyro was smiling serenely, slowly moving to stand right beside her. "I know you love me, but even if you didn't, I'd still be your friend. Even if you pushed me away completely and I didn't see you again until you were on your deathbed, it wouldn't change anything. I would still be there. I'd be the one visitor the doctors could never get rid of." He was still smiling and calm as a tear ran down his cheek, slowly sliding his fingers over her palm and lightly gripping her hand in his. "And I'd hold your hand, just like this. I'd tell you to squeeze whenever it hurts." She held on tighter, silent tears falling from the both of them. "I'd tell you that everything is going to be okay, and I'd stay there with you for all of your final days. I will be there, Elora. One of your last thoughts will be that you weren't alone."

"Someone who loves you will be there, Elora. Denying yourself the life you want, the one you'll be proud to look back on, that won't spare me anything. The pain of losing you will be worth it for a hundred more years of memories, and it would be worth what I already have, too." There was a happiness and optimism in Spyro's voice, because those years were still ahead, and after their passing they would have passed well. It was an encouraging thought, and slowly Elora managed to regain her composure, the silent tears finished falling. "Tell me the truth, Elora. Do you love me?"

"I do, Spyro. I love you, so much that I would have given you up to make your life better. So much that I couldn't stay away, even when I thought I had to."

Spyro nodded, happy with her answer, but certainly not surprised. "I am irresistible. Now," he opened his hand and gestured inwardly with his claws. "Hand over the letter you're pretending I didn't notice." Elora did so without reluctance, more than ready to discuss something far less serious. She was extremely surprised when the letter simply burst into fiery ashes in Spyro's hand, the recently well bathed dragon shaking out his claws with a disgusted look on his face. "Damn it! Next time I'll remember to put it on the ground and spit the fire so I don't get all this trash on me. Anyway," he turned his attention back to Elora, "the Professor doesn't like when I use magic inside his lab, especially when I'm drunk, after the last time, which is a whole other thing I don't even want to get into. The point is, if I had been anywhere else, I would have burned it on the spot. I woke up later to Drobot smacking me across the face with his polishing rag."

"There's a sight I wish I'd seen, or even caught on camera." They were smiling and laughing, totally comfortable together after everything that had been said. While they were talking Elora had felt Spyro's claws gently following the curves of her legs, teasing the skin beneath the fur. When the lull in their conversation hit it was obviously intentional on Spyro's part, and he grinned as he gripped her legs instead of just teasing them, coaxing them out of her cross-legged position and pushing them apart.

"I'm going to show you how I really feel about you. That's a warning so you can take your dress off, if you care."

"And if I don't?" Spyro crept closer, his hands firmly pressing into Elora's thighs until they reached her waist.

Spyro chuckled, his smile bordering on predatory. "Then I'll rip it off and make you a better one later."

Elora smirked, using her arms to keep her upper half propped up as she leaned back to give Spyro more space. "So, the great Spyro is also a dressmaker?" She asked with sarcasm.

"If the dress breathes, like these leaves, still green and lush with the innate magic of your people." Spyro was relentless, pressing his hands into her dress over her belly, pushing lightly until she slipped a little lower with each step. "Did you forget that I mastered every element?" Her hands kept sliding further apart as he advanced, until her arms were splayed out to her sides and she was laying on her back beneath him, his left hand holding her down just beneath her breasts. He opened his right hand and gently breathed into his palm, carefully weaving his magic until a vibrant violet bloomed, somehow rooted into the air between his fingers. "I'd rather not cover you up at all, but if I do then I doubt you'll be disappointed by the result."

"I have to admit, that's really impressive."

"Oh, sweetie." Spyro flicked the newly generated violet away to slowly fall to the sand, and Elora felt the leaves of her dress shifting against her skin. "I haven't even started yet." Elora looked down to see strands of magical energy glowing a lively green and expanding from Spyro's hand into the still-living leaves and the vines that tied them together, and by his will those bindings were undone. First they peeled away from her breasts, exposing her nipples to the cool morning air, and with a two-handed gesture from Spyro they fell to either side, leaving the thinner fur of her abdomen exposed. "There you are."

"Well, you didn't really rip it, so I'll have to dock some points." Spyro narrowed his eyes and played with a vine between his thumb and forefinger for a few seconds.

"I'm going to need you to be quiet now." He gave her a telling look, his eyes letting her know that he wanted to make a few aggressive moves, and giving her a chance to tell him if she wasn't ready for that. She didn't want him holding anything back, and he surely saw that in her eyes, because in the next moment she felt the vine anchor itself on her neck and wrap tightly around her mouth. If the magical feat was difficult for its complexity then it didn't show in Spyro's self-satisfied smirk. "That's better. I wanna take my time with this. Really enjoy myself, ya know? Don't bother answering. I know you're a little tight-lipped at the moment." All Elora could do was groan at the pun, falling further under his control with her inability to speak.

"Such soft, fluffy little goat legs." She had no chance of protesting that either, and she squirmed as he ran his hands over her thighs, squeezing tightly whenever and wherever he wanted. He gave her pussy a little rub before moving higher, paying special attention to the way her fur gradually thinned further and further along her belly until it gave way to hairless skin just above her bellybutton. Her skin's light complexion matched the white fur that gave way to it, her vibrant orange fur continuing up her sides and over her snout, framing her body brilliantly in the direct sunlight. The morning chill of the beach had already made her tits quite perky by the time he got to them, and the sight widened Spyro's smile as he started to grope Elora's boobs. "Oh yeah, these are even softer than the rest of you." He slid his hands over them, shifted them around a little, and then kneaded them roughly, coaxing a muffled squeak out of Elora. "First pair of my collection."

Spyro saw the smack coming, but didn't bother blocking it. The gesture lacked any bite and he barely felt it, laughing at her and giving her breasts a tighter squeeze. "Ooh, fiesty." That gave Elora an idea, and she smiled against the vine over her lips. She pressed her palms against his snout and neck, pushing feebly at him with a hungry look in her eyes that would seem to contradict her actions, but Spyro could read her intent easily. "Wanna tussle, huh?" He said, playing along. He released her boobs to take hold of her arms, digging his claws in just enough to thrill her with the prospect of how dangerous he could be when provoked, pulling her arms away until she couldn't reach his face. "You should know better than to keep a dragon from his treasure by now." She arced her back to give him space to shove her hands beneath her, breaking the illusion of their game a little to expadite her next level of bondage, and one of the lower vines from her dismantled dress quickly wrapped around her wrists. Spyro commanded the vine to tighten gradually, watching her face as he did, and his expression became more excited the longer that went on, the grip of the vine painfully tight by the time Elora finally nodded, signalling him to stop at that level. He was sure she'd have a rough time getting herself free without his help. "I guess you like it rougher than I thought." The affection in his voice betrayed how happy he was that she trusted him so deeply, and she looked away, blushing hard.

"You're so pretty that I could just fuck you all day. In fact, I think I will." Spyro chuckled, teasing her nipples with his thumbs, letting out just enough ice magic to make them as pert as they could get. He took his time with her, just like he said he would, rubbing his thighs against hers and running his hands against her sides. "I've always wanted to taste milk from the source." While he stroked her belly he leaned his face down and licked each of her nipples in turn, circling them to tease her aereolas. "I wonder just how much attention these need before you'll give me what I want. I did skip breakfast for this, afterall." His hands both closed around the boob on his left while his lips closed around that nipple, all of his attention going to one at a time. He was relentless, suckling hungrily and kneading her boob at a steady rhythm, waiting until he heard her huffing through her nostrils to switch to the other breast and repeat the process while she squirmed helplessly. After that he pushed her boobs together, groping them roughly and sucking hard on one tit, then the other. Back and forth he went, his cock sliding free of his sheath and parting his slit, his ridges pressing against her pussy as he started to grind their hips together, Elora moaning into her improvised gag. Finally, Spyro got what he wanted, feeling first a trickle against his tongue, and with the next suckle he had a full stream of her milk in his maw. He greedily sucked up more, squeezing her boob to force more out, and when he had a full mouthful he swirled his tongue around in it, savoring the taste. He swallowed her milk with slow, indulgent gulps, and then moved over to her other tit for another dose.

While he was enjoying the power rush of getting her to lactate for him he lowered one hand just long enough to line himself up, thrusting his tip just past her lips. She moaned as he gradually worked his way further in to let her adjust to his size, suckling up another mouthful of milk as he did. After he gulped the milk down he smacked his lips and gave an appraising hum. "Not bad, Elora. Not bad at all." His hands suddenly shot down to grip her hips and he pulled her to him, his cock digging deeply into her pussy and her legs forced further apart by his firm thighs. Her yelp of shock was easily heard through the vine, and the sound coupled with her vacant eyes made him smirk sadistically. "Guess you wouldn't be used to dicks as big as mine, or as warm, and well shaped, also attached to a stud with a lot of muscle." He drove himself into her again to accentuate his point, his tip kissing her cervix as their hips loudly slapped together. Her groan was more subdued as she started to adjust to him, her voice dripping with arousal. "You'll have to hold your applause; I don't feel like untying you yet."

Spyro started to hump Elora at a smooth, relaxed pace, watching her breasts shaking with every thrust while small trickles of milk leaked from her nipples, and a strand of drool started to dribble down her jaw. "You look great like this." She just moaned, unable to move or speak as he fucked her at his leisure, enjoying the warm embrace of her soft pussy, her juices splashing into his balls until they were dripping with feminine fluids. Elora felt like she was being drawn into a sexual trance, trapped beneath Spyro and her pleasure held captive to his whim, mounting with the torturous slowness of his hips, until he finally leaned down to whisper a warning. "Brace yourself, babe. I'm done with the foreplay." Elora shifted her arms uselessly under herself and glanced down at where they were joined, feeling his claws digging into her hips as he tightened his grip. She lifted her legs straight up to give him more room, squeezing her hands into fists with anticipation.

Spyro bared his teeth and started to growl and thrust rapidly, Elora squealing loudly as he did. Her head fell back into the sand, the rapid smacking of their hips drowning out the sound of the waves, and Spyro's growled out grunts still louder than that. Elora was so overwhelmed by the swift and continuous invasions of his cock that she hardly felt his claws breaking her skin, trickles of blood staining her fur. "Mine. You're mine!" She mewled pathetically, her hooves twitching above his head. "What was that?" He mocked playfully. "Speak up!" He let out a particularly long exhale and the vine over her face went slack, falling away from her lips. "Say who you belong to, Elora."

"Spyro! I'm Spyro's slut!" Elora degrading herself was all the signal he needed to know she'd enjoy hearing him doing so too, and he took a few slower, rougher thrusts to savor the thought, his tip breaching her cervix a few times, his balls thoroughly soaked in her fluids.

"That's right, bitch. Scream my name!"

"Fuck me, Spyro!" He was so much stronger than any satyr Elora had ever been with, and when he lifted her hips higher for better access his thrusts started pressing her roughly into the sand. With her arms tied she couldn't keep herself balanced, her stability ensured entirely by Spyro's clawed grip and firm dick, his girth stretching her beyond what she was used to. His possessive expression and grit teeth both frightened and excited her; it was a side of her friend she'd never seen before. "Spyro! Oh, take me, Spyro!" He adjusted his stance again, supporting her fully with his thighs and his throbbing cock, freeing his hands to explore her body again, his claws closing around her breasts and squeezing hard, making her squeal. "Aah!" She adored being so thoroughly used, losing herself to Spyro's ravenous affection and moaning out his name again and again.

"Yes!" Spyro stared Elora down while he fucked her, and felt a rush of power when her expression became blissful and blank, her voice failing to produce anything intelligible beyond his name in that moment. "I'm going to mark you, inside and out. My third girl. Nnnff!" His tail straightened out behind him and his arms shook while Elora's cunt gripped him more tightly, her body near the edge of climax from his relentless assault. His focus was devoted to the slick, wet embrace of her soft, tight pussy, but he kept his eyes open to watch her pant between moans, savoring looking down at her in her state of primal desire. "Mine. This is mine! Hng!" He roared victoriously when came, slamming down hard and filling her womb with his seed, his tip past her cervix. She mewled and squirmed her legs about pointlessly, riding out his release on the very edge of her own. Before she could compose herself enough to complain that Spyro finished earlier than she wanted, she felt an intense chill against her clit. Spyro was roughly digging his thumb into her clit and staring her down again. "Cum for me, now." She turned away and grit her teeth, feeling the ridges of his cock digging into her as he throbbed, coating her pussy in more of his warm seed. "Cum, Elora." She stretched up her neck and screwed her eyes shut, Spyro firmly pinching her clit. "Cum."

"Spyro!" Her body gave in just as he was finishing, her pussy milking him for all she was worth, and he sighed with satisfaction at the result. He listened to her quiet little squeaks while he slid his hand back to her hips, gradually lowering her back to the ground and humming happily to himself. She was still lost in mindless euphoria when he laid his head down between her boobs, smiling broadly.

"Mine." He muttered again, his cock still buried deep in her pussy, his cum leaking out to stain her fur. He nuzzled her tits and slid his hands under her back, using his magic to unbind her wrists and gently massaging them with his fingers. The gentle aftercare slowly brought Elora back to full awareness, and she moaned happily.

"That was amazing, Spyro." Elora had wanted him to have his way with her, as if to make up for the lost time that she felt was her fault, but he'd surpassed her expectations of what he could do with that power, and she definitely wanted to let him tie her up again.

"There's more where that came from, but I'd rather go back to the castle and wash all this sand off before round two."

"Spyro?" He glanced at her face after hearing the question in her voice, but continued rubbing her wrists, giving them the occasional kiss as he worked. "I hope Cynder and Ember are back before round two starts." Spyro's cock twitched inside her at those words, his smile growing wider. "I wonder just how much you can do with that vine trick of yours."

"Oh dear, sweet, naive Elora. I was just getting warmed up." Spyro's world had changed. Elemental abilities he had previously used to fight or compete had so many new potential applications, and he couldn't wait to start combining his new tricks in unique ways. In a few more days' time he'd have deals to make, parties to throw, and competitions to win, but that day was just for him and his girls, and he knew it was going to be great.