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It is a common misconception that "Earth" and "Life" are separate Elements, to borrow the terms the dragons themselves use to describe their magical abilities. This is not true. Nor is "Ice" a separate Element from "Water." It is simply a fact that each Element can be used in several different ways, and most dragons only ever learn to use their Element in some very particular manner that comes naturally to them. I've had the pleasure of knowing a number of dragons who were exceptions to this rule, and those who learned Dragon-kata from Spyro could do incredible things, but as of this writing none have surpassed their teacher. Not only could Spyro use every single Element at the level of full mastery, (Electricity/Tech, Fire/Light, Life/Earth, Water/Ice, Wind/Air, Poison/Virulence, Fear/Compulsion, Shadow/Death,) but he could also combine the Elements with each other and spellcraft, not to mention his more unique abilities…

- Excerpt from "A Study of Dragons" written by "The Professor", published 2222 A.E.

Elora again found herself in the presence of three young dragons, but this time she wasn't anxious about what they may want. When the other girls complimented her new dress she directed their praise toward its maker, Spyro, and twirled on the spot to show it off. The hungry look in Cynder's eyes as she glanced between Spyro and Elora, imagining the events that would have led to the creation of a new dress, made Elora blush. She was proud of her decision, and ready to take the next step. "Alright, let's get all this stuff into the castle." Spyro took to the air while Ember and Cynder carefully removed bundles and bags from a large truck, and when there was enough for him he grabbed some in his dexterous hands and feet, lifting all of the extra weight into the air with a grunt and a few firm flaps of his wings.

Ember watched him fly off with her jaw hanging open, Cynder smiling behind her. "I guess this won't take too long afterall. Help me unload the rest of the heavy stuff first so Spyro doesn't get bored."

"So," Elora started to ask while she stepped into the truck to help. "What all did you buy?"

"Dishes that aren't those boring metal discs Spyro has, for one." Ember replied immediately, directing the others with hand gestures. "Ingredients that I can actually cook with for another. Designer towels for show and decoration, and plenty of big fluffy ones for drying off with. Scale polish, fur cleanser-"

"Fur cleanser?" Elora interrupted with a raised brow.

"Whatever your answer was going to be, Spyro has many furred friends. Thus, fur cleanser." Elora nodded apologetically, passing over a box filled with all manner of soaps. "Now, the third leather bondage set that's fitted for a faun, that I bought because I was hoping you'd say 'yes.'" That momentarily shocked Elora into inaction, much to Ember's annoyance. "Could you pass over the box with the shampoo and the wing wash, please?"

"Right, sure." Elora noticed Cynder inching closer after that, a huge grin on her pointed snout.

"She's fun, isn't she?" The black dragoness whispered, their hips touching from their proximity. "I think Spyro's boldness is rubbing off on her. Probably because he rubs himself off in her so much."

"I'm sure he will again in a few minutes." Elora whispered back, watching Spyro soar back to take another load. "Neither of us were quite satisfied when we stopped, we just decided to wait for the two of you to get back before picking things up again." Elora bumped Cynder with her furry rump as she brought another bundle out for Spyro to carry, clearly able to keep up with Cynder's salaciousness.

"A little more from the right, please. I want all of the soap gone before we start pulling clothes."

Elora shook her head and whispered, "I can't wait to hear what she sounds like when she's being railed."

"Oh, it's the loveliest sound."

"You don't sound half-bad yourself." Cynder and Elora froze up, Ember giggling at them. "You're half a meter away and are standing in an echo chamber. I can hear everything you say."

"You make a good point, Ember." Cynder acquiesced, setting down another bundle and looking directly into Ember's eyes. "Next time I'll just compliment your voice openly. It's divine, by the way." Ember managed to keep her composure in spite of Cynder's comments, urging them to hurry things along and squeezing into the truck to help. Eventually they had everything moved to the entrance hall, the driver able to take his leave, and then came the task of moving everything to its proper place, something that would take them quite a bit longer.


"They sure are taking awhile with all that stuff." Bianca said, having just finished another single-player Wiz Brawl game-mode. She fancied that she was actually getting quite good at it. "Do you think we should go help them?" Hunter shook his head, clearly enjoying the feeling of marijuana coursing through his body. "And why not?"

"You've just got to think about it, is all." Bianca quirked a brow at him, unimpressed. Hunter sighed and leaned in close, resting a hand on her inner thigh casually. "He's with his girlfriends. They could start getting all gross and romantic any second, kind of like us." Bianca blushed in response, gently stroking his arm with her fingers. She had to admit to herself that he had a point, especially after he accentuated it by giving her a long, slow kiss. "You need to try relaxing a little. If they needed our help then they'd ask for it."

As if summoned by Hunter's words, Spyro entered the room with a bundle of plates on his way to the kitchen, glancing in their direction. "Hey, could you guys give us a hand with this stuff? We have to wash each dish before we can put it away. Seems like it might take us all day."

Bianca gripped her wand, a number of spells and possibilities coming to mind. While Hunter was groaning that all that work would ruin his high, Bianca stood and started to follow Spyro, waving a hand at him dismissively. "It won't take that long. You have a sorceress, remember? I'll get everything cleaned and stored while you bring me more to work with. That means you too, Hunter." The cheetah groaned on his way out toward where Spyro had come from, muttering about robots being perfect for such a basic physical task.

"You sure about this, Bianca? Even with magic, that's a lot of work for one person." The others had caught up with them, packs of dishes, spices, and ingredients being placed in front of the sorceress.

"She wants to impress us." Cynder stated simply, nodding at the rabbit. "I'm sure she can manage it. Come on, lets get the rest and move on to the bathrooms."

"I'll stay," Ember said, sitting beside Bianca and studying the space with her. "I have an idea of how I want things organized already."

"Ember, could you open up all these packages for us?" Bianca said, fiddling with Spyro's dish-washing machine and three-division sink. "Yes, this will do." She held her wand toward the dishes and focused, muttering an incantation and giving the wand subtle flicks. Soon they'd begun to levitate, and after the first plate settled into place in the washer the rest moved with more speed as Bianca became more confident in her actions. It seemed that half of the dishes matched Ember's sensibilities: colorful and decorated with intricate designs around the edges and on the flats, a few rimmed with gold and goblets adorned with jewels. Still more plates, bowls, and mugs followed those, clearly picked out by Cynder instead. Black mugs with red interiors, bowls with sigils around the rims, and mixed color marble plates that were quite a bit larger than one might expect. Then there were the cooking implements and utensils, and Bianca wasn't anywhere near finished when the washer was full. She started it up and flicked on the sink with her magic, levitating the dishes over in groups of similar shape and size, while Ember filled the first division of the sink with just enough soap.

After that division was full, Bianca flicked her wand and pushed the faucet over so she could start rinsing off the soap, her eyes searching for something to dry them with. Hunter had just arrived with another package, and Ember dove over and fished something out of it. "Here, use these!" Ember tossed several wash rags into the air and Bianca deftly caught them with more of her levitation magic, guiding them into place and enchanting them to dry the dishes for her.

"That looks complicated." Hunter noted worriedly, dishes rapidly flying through the air.

"She can handle it." Ember replied, reassuring the spellcaster. "I'm going to show you where to put things when they're dry, okay?" The intricacy of Bianca's spell-work grew as Ember pointed out where she wanted everything kept, and after they'd brought everything from the entrance hall the others scrambled to keep up with Bianca's pace, shoving food and spices into their places. Bianca's rags quickly became too damp to be useful, but before she was stalled for too long Spyro took notice and magically pulled the water from them with his elemental mastery. Working so quickly and with such complexity was thrilling for Bianca, for it showed how much she'd improved as a spellcaster over the years. "That's perfect, thank you!" All too soon she was finished, but Ember's praise did bring a smile to her lips.

"That was actually really fun. What's next?"

Cynder chuckled quietly, shaking her head. "Nothing nearly as challenging. Just bathroom supplies and clothes."

Bianca's ears perked up at the mention of clothes, especially from a dragon. The dragons she'd seen often didn't wear clothes, but when they did the designs seemed esoteric, their purposes not entirely clear to an outsider. "Would these clothes happen to form cute outfits?"

"Cute and sexy." Ember answered with an excited whisper. "Just wait until you see them."

"Forget waiting, lets just hurry up." Elora urged, trotting back over toward the packages. "I'm tired of being out of the loop on this, and I need to try on that lea- uh, thing that you bought me." As they rushed off together, Spyro watched them with a contemplative look, lagging behind with Hunter.

"They seem to be getting along pretty well." Hunter's tone made Spyro's wings flex in restrained offense. It sounded as though the cheetah didn't expect that status quo to remain stable for long.

Still, Spyro smirked. He would enjoy proving Hunter wrong in his assumptions. "Yep. Our girls adore each other." Hunter's fur bristled for a reason he couldn't place, but he forced down his discomfort. He had felt the same bristling every time he thought of Elora having to share Spyro, but if she was happy with the arrangement then it really wasn't his place to judge. Perhaps Spyro did have some plans brewing that were worth being nervous about, yet Hunter couldn't imagine that his friend would hurt him, so he let it rest. He trusted Spyro, even when they didn't agree on certain issues. The rest of the items from the market were put in their places without incident.

Satisfied with all he'd seen, Hunter had no issue taking his leave with his wife while Spyro's mates were arranging their new clothes and accessories in a massive walk-in closet. Bianca was hopping happily the entire way back to the portal that led to the Artisan home, having made a good impression on the dragonesses, and they'd all decided on a date for the upcoming Zeroes' Party, explicitly inviting Hunter and Bianca along. In about a month's time they would return, and the young sorceress would be surrounded by dozens of young dragons in a relaxed setting. Finally, she'd be able to integrate into the community that she'd been living within with a distant nervousness for years. Before they could step through the portal, it rippled and out flew another dragon on insect-like wings, the three of them stumbling to a stop in their mutual shock from the chance meeting.

"Uh… hi." The couple returned his greeting with quiet muttering, not sure what to think. "I guess you're Hunter and Bianca?" They nodded. It wasn't uncommon for dragons whom they hadn't met to know who they were, especially the young ones, since they were featured prominently in the biographies on Spyro's exploits. "Well, I'm High-Five. Nice to meet you, I guess. I was coming by to give a message to Spyro."

"What?" Hunter asked, befuddled. "Why can't you just use your phone or Realmbridge or-"

"Don't tell anyone I was here!" The frantic tone in High-Five's voice shut Hunter up quick. "I only risked telling you my name instead of bolting right back because you're friends of Spyro's, alright? This is top-secret stuff, got it?"

"Gang stuff, you mean," Hunter shot back, making Bianca gasp and cover her mouth. Luckily, High-Five didn't seem offended at all, just rolling his eyes and crossing his arms as he hovered there. "I'll call Spyro with my phone and tell him to expect a guest, but won't say your name on the line. Sound good to you, buddy?" High-Five nodded back, smiling at how helpful and understanding the cheetah seemed to be. He could respect his laid-back demeanor, too. "Might wanna check in through us next time, or talk to Spyro about getting your own security clearance. Old Spyro has decided to build himself a house that can kill his enemies for him, and it's all run by computers." Before High-Five could ask any questions about that, Spyro answered Hunter's phone-call. "Hey, Spyro, you got the defenses on code white still? Good. You've got another guest coming so stay decent. Nope, I'm not tellin'. It's gonna be a surprise." Hunter laughed while Spyro was huffing at that last bit, and then they said their goodbyes and hung up. "Alright, false alarm, but you can never be too careful."

Bianca had been debating what to say the entire time, but she knew she had to commit to something right then, before High-Five could just awkwardly flutter off from the stilted meeting. "High-Five, would you be interested in magic, by chance?"

That may have been the wrong thing to say, or so she mused as High-Five started to look back and forth as if searching for listeners. "Can't talk about that right now. Another day, maybe. Top secret stuff on that front."

"What about after your top secret stuff is all wrapped up? Some days or weeks from now? Or however long it takes?" High-Five tilted his head at her, but continued listening as she went on. "In spite of our connection to Spyro, we've had trouble making friends with our neighbors. You're free to visit us, if you want." High-Five had reached the position of lookout for the Mountain Crackers for a reason, and he picked up on the quiver of uncertainty in Bianca's voice as she tried to decide if she should speak more formally or perhaps move to more relaxed phrasing and colloquialisms. She was trying far too hard to impress him, or at least gain his future attention, and the glances Hunter gave her had an odd sort of worry to them. He smirked, understanding immediately.

"A lady of the Order I see." She stiffened, but he hovered lower and nodded apologetically for startling her with his observation. "That little detail didn't make it into the biographies." He delicately lifted Bianca's hand to his lips, kissing the soft fur there, sending a tingle through her skin. His mere touch as a dragon of the Element of Life made her feel somehow cleaner and rejuvenated, the air sweeter on her lungs until he let go. "But I have an eye for these sorts of things. I look forward to meeting you again, many times, student of magic." While Bianca was standing stock still in shock and joy, High-Five merely turned to Hunter and nodded leisurely, showing much less formal mannerisms toward the cheetah. "Until next time, then."

Hunter clenched his claws into his padded hands as High-Five fluttered off. Oddly enough, that bristling feeling was back.

"Hunter," Bianca began, smiling softly at him. "Are you jealous?" He flushed in response, not ready to confront his emotions on the matter. His wife teased him relentlessly anyway. "I'm sure you can manage the regalness if you really want to impress me. You are a prince, afterall." Except that he wasn't anymore, not in his own mind. Surely he'd spent royal money before officially leaving his kingdom, and he'd relied on his father to get him out of a prison once, but there was a reason he lived with dragons rather than rule an entire kingdom in the Great Savannah. After everything he'd seen and all the battles he'd fought to prove himself, to prove that he wasn't just a title, he'd only succeeded in proving that the realms were exceedingly dangerous and that Spyro was capable of keeping the peace. The cheetah shuddered at the thought of not having the purple dragon near, and so he stayed in the dragon realms. "Hey, are you alright?" Bianca was starting to worry. He hadn't used fear as his excuse for them to live in the Dragon Realms. He simply couldn't admit that, even to his wife.

"I'm fine, just coming down from my high." He lied, managing a fake, casual smile. "Come on, lets go home. I can't wait to get you out of those robes."


"I understand." What had started as a lazy day of waiting for all of his girls to be home together had turned into a test of patience when he realized the time investment involved in getting everything sorted and put away, and now Spyro was contemplating a secret report from a Mountain Cracker who was set on betraying his gang for Spyro's own sake. Nevermind that he could have afforded whatever ridiculous price that Hoss, leader of the Mountain Crackers, might have proposed; apparently, it was too dishonorable to allow him to be extorted for it considering his noble intentions. So, Rock, High-Five, and Camo were going to smuggle the book to Spyro's castle, and he couldn't talk them down, or so High-Five had said. "And what if Hoss finds out what you did?"

"That's part of the plan, at this point." Spyro was certainly surprised to hear that, but High-Five took another pull from the hookah on the coffee table before he continued. They were back in the main entertaining room, as if this were just a social visit, Spyro having offered to share his marijuana to make High-Five feel welcomed and relaxed. "Look at it like this. Scenario one: three young gangsters are tasked with protecting a valuable object from theft after almost failing to do so before, and then they truly fail. The book has disappeared at the worst possible time, and the disgraced dragons leave their gang with their heads hung in defeat. Scenario two: the same thing appears to happen at first, but the truth is revealed at the right moment, and we're evicted from the Mountain Crackers then and there with victory written on our expressions for a job well done. Which do you think is better for our reputations?"

"And which do you think is better for mine, or didn't you consider that?" High-Five wilted slightly as Spyro snatched up his own puff from the hookah, thinking hard. He looked around the room, absorbing the expressions of his mates, whom High-Five had allowed to listen in only because of that distinction. Elora looked like a cross between mildly irritated and bored, the meeting reminding her of her political work in Avalar. Ember was looking to the boys sadly, but her eyes glimmered with the hope of a satisfactory resolution. Cynder's expression was blank and unreadable, far too much so, as if she didn't trust High-Five, or she may have been hiding some secret of her own. Spyro shook that last thought from his mind. He had to trust her. If he couldn't then he would go mad.

Spyro returned his focus to High-Five, speaking levelly. "In either scenario, the Great Mage-Slayer is painted as a scheming coward, willing to make promises to meet peacefully and do business only to exploit that as a cover to steal with. Not to mention that if Hoss finds out what you're doing while I'm not present he may extract revenge, and I won't be able to keep you safe. He is older, larger, stronger, and less honorable than you. Your plan is too risky." To Spyro's surprise, High-Five shuddered and sniffled, fighting to suppress emotions he'd hidden for the rest of the meeting.

Ember circled around and placed a gentle hand on his back, looking to Spyro pleadingly. "Please, Spyro." High-Five said, his voice a little shaken. "This book, it's not natural. It doesn't belong with us Earth dragons. It doesn't belong with anyone! It whispers things when read. Twists the mind. You must take it and lock it away."

"And yet," Cynder cut in, "the Mage-Slayer cannot look weak, nor tarnish his honor, as either invites others to try exploiting the perceived weaknesses for profits later."

"I thought you promised to drag me away from politics, Spyro." Elora joked, hoping to ease the tension in the air, but the only one in the room who was relaxed was Spyro. A smirk was forming on his face as a thought came to him, and he took another indulgent pull from the hookah before rubbing his fingers together and leaning toward High-Five his wings raised in triumph.

"Why hide? Why sneak and steal? We are dragons, afterall. Let us take in plain sight. Scenario three: the three of you do your duty to your gang and protect the book, bringing it with you to the meeting place as directed by Hoss. Then, in view of everyone present, Hoss will insult us all and his gang by proposing his ludicrous price. Then you simply walk the book over to my mates and I, putting me between you and Hoss, and call out his dishonor openly. With that cited as a legitimate reason to switch allegiance, I will explain the importance of protecting the realms from the dark magic of the tome, and the favor of the crowd will likely shift to us. I will be able to shield you from Hoss, everyone's reputation is strengthened, and it won't cost us any Gems." Spyro leaned back on the couch and spread his limbs lazily while everyone else caught up with everything he'd said, the tension in the air was replaced by shock, awe, and a sprinkling of joy. "How does that sound?" He asked smugly, Cynder licking her lips while she watched him, Elora laughing openly. Ember rubbed High-Five's back with a compassionate smile, a sigh of relief leaving the Life dragon's muzzle.

"That'll work, yeah. You're fucking scary sometimes, Spyro." He just shrugged in response, basking in the moment. "I need to run it by the others, of course."

"They'll agree with me." Spyro spoke with utmost confidence, and High-Five nodded, just as certain. "Don't bother sending any more messages unless something changes. I don't want you getting caught." Their meeting concluded, High-Five left with all haste, not wanting anyone else to know how long he'd been away from the Mountain Crackers hideout during his assignment to guard Valenar's Tome. Cynder purred that she was going to go 'freshen up' and Elora and Ember nodded along to that, leaving to do the same. Spyro chuckled to himself as he headed to the bathrooms as well, eager to polish his scales just a little before what he knew was coming. Thanks to Ember's extensive explanations, he had a basic grasp on what most of the new bathroom supplies were for. Scales that Ember had expertly cleaned the day before were glimmering even more brilliantly when he was finished, though he was sure that Ember herself would do a better job.


The looks he received when the three of them entered their bedroom together confirmed that he'd done a good enough job on his scales, but he was sure his own expression gave away how beautiful he thought they were. He had the feeling that Ember had forced the other two girls into the same bathroom so she could oversee the whole thing, and she was even more gorgeous than yesterday. Her wings shimmered brilliantly as she fanned them out for the sake of display, approaching on Spyro's right as he sat on the bed. Cynder's fuchsia wings shimmered just as brilliantly on his left, her unusually long wingspan pleasing to the eye as she spread them to their limit. As Elora nervously inched directly toward him, her fur clean and fluffed and her dress complimenting her curves, Spyro got the impression that they'd formed a plan for the evening.

It was almost like a game, the girls wondering if he could really handle the three of them at once, and too soon his expression shifted as realization dawned. They didn't just have something special in mind as he'd first assumed: they were testing him, to probe the extent of his stamina and how well he could maintain control. Well, four could play at that game, he thought. "Elora, speed up a bit and get on your knees for me." All of them nearly stumbled at the smooth command, giving him intense looks as they reassessed their approach. "The safe-word is 'rhynoc teeth,' in case any one of the three of you needs a break from just me." They'd all enjoyed his sexual company before and knew from experience that they'd be enjoying themselves far too much to bother with the safe word, and took its declaration as a challenge more than anything.

"And how are you going to make me kneel, Spyro?" Elora shot back with a playful glimmer in her eyes.

"Do you really want to find out?" He asked smugly, tilting his head and giving them one last chance to take things a little easier. Cynder licked her lips and fell into a stalking pose, her sinuous form creeping closer, and Ember did her best to imitate that on his other side.

"I think," Elora began, "that you know we don't need a safe-word, and you just gave us one to stall us while you think of something to do." So, they definitely wanted to do things the fun way. The thought made him smile all the wider.

"Well, it's been given now anyway, so you only have yourself to blame for this." A vibrant green vine grew from Spyro's hand at a rapid pace, shooting out to coil around Elora's neck and magically tying itself there, and then he yanked down hard and she fell to her knees right where he wanted her, her face inches from his groin. She hadn't expected him to use life magic from such a distance and was busy being stunned while his firm thighs closed around her, his magic flowing through them to bid her dress to fall apart, leaving her as naked as the dragons she was about to mate with. Spyro let the smug confidence leave his voice as he whispered to them. "That kind of thing is what you want, right? You sure you won't be needing the safe-word? Light tapping if you can't talk."

"I'll keep that in mind, so just fuck me already." Elora whispered back just as earnestly. "I've been waiting all day."

"Us too," Ember spoke up next. "And we didn't even get to see you for half of it."

"Come on, Spyro," Cynder started with a tilt of her head and a lecherous grin. "You aren't afraid of getting competitive, are you?"

"No, I wouldn't say that." Ember was sure the others either didn't notice, or just had too much confidence in themselves to put enough stock in it, but she saw his demeanor shift, and he was practically glowing with love, fervent energy, and lust. The sight of him leaning over Elora with that small, telling grin, his wings unfurling in a challenging display, made her hips shiver and her cunt wink on the spot. He spoke down to Elora chidingly, stroking the fur on her face with his fingers. "You've told me to hurry, but you're the one who isn't doing your job." A pulse of electric energy surged down the faun's body from the vine around her neck and she moaned in pleasure and surprise, shaking beneath him on the floor. "Start licking." Only the very tip of his cock was poking out of his slit from all the teasing and word games, and she immediately set to fixing that with her tongue, lapping obediently at his slit and the smooth plates around it. Just as he was humming in pleasure, Cynder growled and pounced at him, flapping her wings to slam her whole body into his chest.

As if he'd anticipated her move, Spyro spread his arms before she reached him and casually allowed her to knock him onto his back, smirking from beneath her crotch and gripping the base of her lovely tail in his right hand, his left still holding the vine that acted as Elora's leash. Her freshly polished belly-plates looked even nicer up close. "Start sucking as soon as you can, Elora," he directed, unperturbed, his tail thwapping against the faun's soft thighs as he wagged it.

"Why don't you start licking yourself, huh?" Cynder asked smugly, to which he replied by doing just that, and with ice magic on his tongue at the same time. It seemed he'd been right to try such a trick on her again, the intense cold on her clit having the same spectacular result as it had the last time, but this time he was using his tongue and diving it deep up into her cunny. Cynder moaned uncontrollably, her serpentine body arcing dramatically and her hands desperately pulling Spyro's head to her, though he was already digging right in and barely budged any further. Her juices were rapidly leaking out over his lips and snout as Ember watched, Cynder beginning to feverishly mutter obscenities, having completely lost control as soon as she'd made her move. It didn't take her long to reach her first climax, feeding Spyro a sporadic outpouring of feminine juices. Meanwhile, Spyro was perfectly calm and enjoying himself at a steady pace, his cock only just beginning to emerge properly and his wing beckoning Ember to come closer.

In the face of such sexual prowess, Ember made a decision, and she followed Spyro's gesture up onto the bed. She turned to face Cynder from the front, admiring the sleekness of her body and the polished black scales that shifted as she twisted over Spyro, trying to maintain some self-control while she was coming down from her first release, Spyro relentlessly continuing his assault on her pussy all the while. "E-Ember, do something! Aaaah~!" Ember looked down into Spyro's eyes, seeing in them that he was very much in control as she watched him gaze at her confidently, twirling his tongue around inside Cynder and yanking on the vine-turned-lease insistently. Then her gaze traveled up Cynder's alluring body slowly, finally settling on her face, which vacillated between defeated wincing and enraptured moaning.

"You look adorable like this." Ember leaned in closer, whispering. "I'm not going to help you. Pleasure isn't something to be rescued from." Cynder whimper-moaned at that, shivering from the cold that sent her loins into convulsions. "Why fight our Master when we can submit to him and be given the appropriate rewards?" Ember softly kissed Cynder's cheek while the other dragoness became increasingly feral with lust and pleasure. "Surrender." She kissed again, moving closer to Cynder's lips. "Give up. You can fight him again and again, but he will always beat you, and you know that." Ember gripped one of Cynder's horns and roughly pulled her head back with it, making her gasp. "And you love it," and she kissed Cynder's neck, "and I love that you love it."

"T-traitor!" Cynder tried to rebuke Ember, but she couldn't hide the excitement in her voice, losing herself to the moment. "I'm gonna- I'm gonna- I can't hold it! Nnnngh..." She came hard over Spyro's face, again, and as her hips trembled over him and he plundered her depths she felt Ember kiss her lovingly, sucking her tongue between her lips and playing with it with her own. Beneath the sway of Cynder's tail-blade Elora finally had Spyro's cock mostly free of his sheath, and she eagerly took it into her mouth, the pull of her leash encouraging her to bury her face in his crotch, her lips tight around his throbbing member as the growing length and its fleshy barbs slipped past her lips and penetrated her throat. He stretched the faun's throat painfully, but gave her enough time to adjust, a muffled moan into him signaling her enjoyment and the start of his leisure thrusts, his strong thighs keeping her in place.

Amongst the strong scent and taste of Spyro's musk, Elora detected pure, invigorating water, and soon a stream of it was splattering down her throat, in much the same way that a non-dragon male might relieve himself, as if he'd been prepared in advance to take advantage of kinks that other species might have. Elora had played with the thought of doing such things before, and was firmly undecided on the matter, but since what he was giving her was more than healthy to drink she had no excuse to prevent herself from simply enjoying the sensation, and she eagerly began to swallow around him, not that he needed her help to force the water deep down her throat. In spite of her own slurping and suckling she could still hear the wet lapping and kissing sounds from the dragons above, and she dipped her fingers into herself, quivering with arousal.

Spyro smirked against Cynder, moaning with satisfaction into her wet cunt, but he'd barely started, his cock twitching in Elora's throat with anticipation. Suddenly she found her face held flush with his groin, his balls on her chin and the water slowing to a trickle in her throat, his girth choking her entirely. She gagged, unable to breathe, until she just was able to breathe, from his cock, elemental air magic filling her lungs. He had to let her pull back to exhale it, but the act was still mind-boggling, her thoughts reeling while he guided her into bobbing her face over him with the vine-leash. Above, Ember groaned into Cynder's mouth as a strange sensation made her tremble, and she looked down to see two more vines wrapped around the base of Cynder's tail where Spyro's right hand had been, his fingers making careful gestures in the air until the vines firmly penetrated Ember's pussy and vent at the same time. She shuddered, the vines magically smooth and pleasant to the touch, and she welcomed their invasion with a roll of her plump hips.

Cynder started clinging to Ember for support, the sheer quantity of pleasing sensations and their relentlessness taking her breath away, or maybe she just couldn't breathe too well while kissing Ember so deeply. In either case, she shuddered when she and Ember landed on their sides, both of their pussies getting a break from Spyro's skillful attentions while he sighed in satisfaction and the vines inside Ember pulled back to tie her and Cynder together at their hips. "Play with each other for a bit, girls." Ember moaned over Cynder's tongue at Spyro's command, their legs shifting so they could bring their pussies together, scissoring against each other. Cynder wasn't even pretending to fight back, climbing to her third peak when she helped Ember reach her first.

"Up, girl." Spyro yanked lightly on Elora's temporary leash, the faun protesting that she had to let his tasty phallus leave her mouth to do as he said with an incoherent whine, but she did obey, climbing up onto the bed with the others. Spyro laid her down on her back, Ember and Cynder writhing together a little further up the bed from Elora's head. Spyro casually laid on top of her, his cock settling on her smooth belly and his balls resting over her winking clit, both of them wet from her insides. He gripped her wrists and forced her arms up along the bed, until her fingers were pressed against the horizontal vents of the dragonesses, all three of them gasping in shock. "Now finger their vents for me, Elora." She didn't hesitate, doing just as he said, Cynder and Ember panting together as Elora added to the pleasure they were already giving each other. "Good girl." He said, starting to suck roughly at one of her nipples.

Spyro lazily humped against Elora's belly while he worked both her tits with his mouth, coaxing milk from them as he had before. Her body seemed to be adjusting to the idea, because it didn't take nearly as long for him to get her milk to spill forth that time, and as soon as her tits released what he wanted he rewarded her by pulling his hips much further back, lining up with her entrance, and plunging right in. The dragonesses gasped against each other again as Spyro's rough hump pushed Elora's whole body up along the bed, her hands digging deeper into the vents that were her charge and her elbows bending. Spyro licked his milk-stained lips as he took in the sight of the three of them, getting another titillating idea. His hands suddenly grasped the bases of Ember's and Cynder's tails and he pulled their gyrating hips apart, creating just enough space before he humped into Elora's soft, slick pussy again, pushing Cynder and Ember closer again with a grip on their rumps, now with Elora's face between them. "Use those nice asses of yours to keep her steady for me, sluts."

They could tell by the tone of his voice and his increasingly dirty words that Spyro was finally enjoying himself as much as they had been, and the thought made Ember sigh happily against Cynder's neck. The two female dragons started to grind their leaking, fragrant pussies into Elora's face, drenching her in a combination of their juices. Elora licked at their crotches and thighs in turn, slurping down their juices as their intoxicating scents made her thoughts hazy, her hands still pleasuring their vents to the best of her ability, Spyro's firm thrusts keeping her trapped in her position. She wouldn't have it any other way, her furry legs meeting at the ankles as she wrapped them around Spyro's hips, encouraging him to fuck her harder. He obliged her with a feral grunt of lust, his hands gripping and kneading into her breasts. She arced her back in pure bliss as she felt her pleasure mounting to a crescendo, Cynder's sinuous tail wrapping around her back and belly possessively as she did. Spyro's tip stabbed into Elora's cervix again and again, until she came harder on him than she ever had in her life, coating him in her juices and squirting against his crotch.

Then he thrust into her again and again as she came, giving her no break and taking as much pleasure from her body as he could. She was still reeling in the afterglow when he pulled completely free and lifted her hips further, his wings spreading and a loud, possessive growl emanating from deep in his chest. "You belong to me, every inch of the three of you, and every hole." Elora's eyes widened from that declaration, but all she could see were dragon pussies, mashing into her face. With a note of triumph in his mild roar, Spyro buried himself deep in her ass, lubricated by her own spit and orgasmic fluids, spreading her tight, warm sphincter and his balls slapping into her round ass-cheeks. "Take it. Take me, slut!" She groaned into her wet meal as he pillaged her ass, his cock oddly cold with ice magic as he fucked her ass so thoroughly, and then it was much colder, and his cock was slapping over her pussy again. For a good long moment she understood nothing as he started slamming deep into her pussy again, her ass still spread around his cock, until it dawned on her that he'd formed a dildo in her rear with ice magic molded to his own shape.

Elora's legs squeezed his hips tightly, showing her approval of his actions, and that just encouraged him to fuck her harder, her holes gripping his throbbing dick and the ice dildo that was held inside her ass by a vine wrapped around it and her waist. Cynder's tail tightened its coil on Elora's lightly bulging belly, Spyro slackening the vines around the two dragons and lifting them up by their arms. He firmly shoved them into position and then pushed down making their cunts rest on Elora's leaking tits, the press of the soft flesh against their pussies making them shudder and moan at yet another completely new sensation, the feeling of Elora lactating into their love tunnels another sensation on that list. "Kiss me, both of you." They did, at the same time, three draconic tongues playing together between their maws, their soft lips peppering his own, his snout, and his chin. Cynder gyrated over Elora's breast roughly but fluidly, drawing as much pleasure from her position as she could, while Ember ground herself on Elora's other breast more slowly, savoring the unique sensation.

Spyro slapped their asses hard with a happy growl, only for Elora to do the same thing in the next second, screaming out in ecstasy. "Yes! Fuck me, my dragons! I love you so much!"

Spyro shuddered with pleasure when he heard that, and then Ember was kissing toward his ear-hole, whispering, "We adore you, Spyro."

"I f-feel amazing." Cynder panted, kissing his lips. "How are you this perfect?" He felt their affection flooding through him, while being peppered with kisses, his cock lovingly gripped by Elora's eager pussy, and he started to glow.

He puffed a tiny gout of flame through his nostrils, the fire somewhere between pink and fuchsia, markings of pink magic lighting up the scales on his back, as if he'd been kissed by a fairy. It only lasted at full strength for a second or two before it gradually faded, but it was stunning all the same. "I love you, too." He spoke loud enough for all of them to hear, and to all of them, and then gripped Cynder's and Ember's shoulders, pressing their rounded chests together and mashing their gyrating hips more firmly over Elora's tits. His dick throbbed firmly, his barbs digging into Elora's cunt while he fucked her harder than she'd ever been fucked by anyone else, their hips slapping together rapidly. By the time he moaned in sheer ecstasy and released himself inside her she was cumming again, the orgasmic juices of satisfied dragonesses coating her boobs. "Fuck yes." He panted for a moment, recovering with his girls, and then he looked between Ember and Cynder with a grin. "Wrestle each other for me. Winner gets creamed next."

Cynder tackled Ember instantly, wasting no time and not underestimating the little pink dragoness again. Ember knew when she was beaten and just sighed happily while Cynder was roughly pinning her down, giving the black dragoness a lick on the snout. "You're so cute," Ember muttered, causing Cynder to blush and step back.

"In that case, you're next, Cynder. So long as you keep behaving yourself." She just huffed in false agitation and lifted her tail, presenting her dripping cunt and slick vent. "Elora, why don't clean your milk out of this pussy for me?" Elora pushed herself along the bed on her back, moaning as the ice molded after Spyro's meat shifted around in her ass. "And why don't you put her front to good use, Ember?"

"Well, if she doesn't mind." Ember smirked, stroking Cynder's cheek delicately.

"You already know that I don't. Use me." Ember stood to an upright posture, using her hands to guide Cynder's face into her pussy while Elora was working Cynder's own cunt from below, her face becoming further drenched in dragon juices. Spyro just bent Elora's knees and then sat on her belly, leaning back into her legs and enjoying the show for a moment, letting himself harden back to full mast.

"Good girls. You're doing beautifully." They perked up at the praise, moaning into each other, and then he mounted Cynder's sleek frame and smoothly plunged his massive cock into her vent, burying himself fully after a few merciless thrusts, his balls slapping against Elora's face while she helped him pleasure Cynder. Having her vent fucked made Cynder gasp and sputter, but Ember just rolled her hips against Cynder's face until the other girl calmed down and started dipping her tongue back into Ember's cute little cunny. Cynder must have cum again, because her snatch was gripping Elora's tongue and her juices were squirting over the faun's face, her vent clutching Spyro more tightly with each constriction of her cunt. Spyro didn't hold himself back at all, fucking her ass roughly and driving her hips down into Elora's face, her snout pushed into Ember's clit on every downward thrust. Soon it was too much for Ember as well and she squeaked cutely, panting while she held Cynder's face firmly against her squirting pussy. Then Spyro roared and his balls clenched up to his groin, more of his glorious seed released, this time deep in Cynder's anal vent. When he was nearly finished he pulled out and let the last spurts paint Cynder's ass and Elora's neck, already beckoning Ember over.

Ember was panting as she gradually pulled away from Cynder and fell to a quadruped posture, her hips trembling. She didn't know how much longer she could go without passing out, already at a total loss as to how many times she'd cum, but that thought only made her more eager to see what Spyro could do next; what he was still capable of. He'd only cum twice since they'd started, afterall. He laid down in front of her, gesturing to his softening cock. "Lick me back up and then ride me, hole of your choice."

She tilted her head and pondered for a moment, then called to the others. "A little help with this one?" Spyro's grin widened as they nodded and lowered their faces to his cock as one, surrounding it from three sides and beginning to lick, kiss, and suckle him, Ember occasionally dipping down to service his balls or lick into his vent. It didn't take him long to throb to his full glory again with that treatment, and he wrapped his arms around their heads to hold them there, thrusting leisurely into their faces, marking them with his scent.

"Good job, sluts." He said, releasing them and watching them all shiver with pleasure from his words alone. "Now ride me, Ember." He pushed Cynder down on his left and Elora on his right, such that their faces were at his feet and their pussies were in reach. He wiggled his toes in their faces as he started to finger them and said simply, "Suck them." And Cynder did immediately, Elora only hesitating for a moment before following her example, cleaning the small scales of his toes and the rest of his feet with their mouths.

Ember climbed up onto him, gazing at his happy grin and half-lidded eyes, feeling her heart flutter in her chest. "I belong to you, Spyro. All of me." Getting an idea of her own, she lowered her drenched and trembling pussy over his throbbing cock, letting his barbs dig in deep and squealing from the depth of his penetration, reaching his base and her vent kissing his balls. Then she rose entirely off of him, fluidly rolled her hips forward slightly, and drove herself back down, taking him just as deeply into her vent instead, her juices splashing onto his groin. He grunted in shock as she indulgently twisted herself over him, massaging him with every inch of her soft vent on her way back up, and then she repeated her prior motion in reverse, letting him dig into her pussy again. And again she switched holes, every time she dropped her hips, twisting and gyrating on him whenever she rose, watching his tongue loll out as pleasure took him. "Do you like this, Master? Am I doing good?"

"Ye-yeah," he muttered breathlessly, smiling up at her. "And keep calling me that."

"Of course, Master Spyro." She huffed as she came down on him again, her vent burning from the effort. Taking him from his tip all the way to his base each and every time was more effort than she'd anticipated, and it made her loins burn with slowly building pleasure.

"What about 'Lord'? Say that one." He spoke giddily, digging his fingers against the clits of his other girls, feeling them nip at his toes by mistake as their own enjoyment started to climb yet again.

"Fuck me, my Lord Spyro. Take me, have me, my King. My Liege, my Sire, my Master..."

"Yes! Nnngh! You feel so soft, Ember."

"Fuck me! My Hero! Fill me up! Break me!" Spyro had almost been ready to stop after this last round, but Ember's pleas made his expression harden and he growled, thrusting up into her whenever she started to lower herself again, making her squeak pathetically each time, until she came hard and just kept going, ignoring her own pleasure and not letting the trembling of her orgasm slow her down. Cynder and Elora were driven by Ember's words, grinding themselves against Spyro's sides even as he continued to finger them, until finally he threw his head back and grunted loudly, his hands going still as he started to paint Ember's vent with his seed, and then she pulled up and slammed down on him again, letting the rest of his load settle into her womb. "Thank you, Master! Mmmm..."

Cynder and Elora lifted themselves, puddles of their juices staining the bed as they helped Ember to remain steady and slowly lift herself away from Spyro's hips, the lot of them drenched in sweat and trembling in compounding afterglows. "Okay, I admit it." Cynder shook her head, awe in her expression. "There was no way we could have outdone that."

"Ember," Spyro said before they could say anything else. "Do you want me to break you, like you said just now?" She gulped, looking into his eyes and seeing something she couldn't place in them. She was only certain that he could bring her pleasure she'd never dreamed of, and she simply nodded. "Do you want me to break all of you?" They were all trembling then, excitement mounting as their pulses pounded in their ears. They all nodded together. "Then I'm not finished yet."

They were all buffeted to their backs by a blast of wind in the next instant, and before they knew what was happening they were suspended over the bed by an intricate web of plant life, slick vines plunging into the sopping wet and sore holes. Elora's ass gripped the icy dildo inside her so roughly that it started to make her bleed and cracked, and it slid free and evaporated before it could cause too much harm, as if Spyro could sense her flesh through it. The vines passed them along until they were over the stone floor rather than the bed and Spyro spit fire onto the ground under them, the temperature controlled perfectly to make them perspire and tease their flesh with the heat without harming them. They came against the vines, the tentacles that penetrated them rapidly, Spyro gripping their roots and playing with them like a puppet master. Again and again they came and moaned and squealed while being buffeted by gusts of wind, passed around, twisted and bound further, Spyro moving them around to ensure their juices always landed on another of the girls when they came.

Then Spyro slammed a foot into the floor and a circular structure of brown stone sprouted from the floor where the fire had been, a ring of fire still burning around it to heat it while Spyro spat an impressive stream of steaming water into the impromptu tub from his maw. Then the girls felt a mix of relief and shock when he lowered them into the water, their sweat and juices mingling in the communal pool they'd been given, the tentacle vines writhing into them under the water. He dunked them by spinning them completely around, their heads breaching the water with gasps and groans, follow by convulsions as he sent carefully controlled bursts of electricity into the pool. Cynder enjoyed that part immensely, squealing at the top of her lungs, but the others weren't complaining, Ember's wings splashing the water around as she erratically flapped and Elora's left hoof thumping into the stone beneath her rhythmically.

After several minutes of that, Spyro growing hard again all the while, he extinguished his fire and lifted them from the pool, the water magically dripping from them with unnatural smoothness, leaving them entirely dry, and then a chilly gust cooled them as they were flung back on the bed. The vines had trussed them up perfectly, their wrists tied together behind their backs and their legs tied together too. Ember's wings were also tied down and her tail lifted, tied up with her wrists. Cynder was in much the same situation, but her longer tail was also bound to her neck further up, all three of them fully exposed. Spyro hopped up as they knelt there on his bed, dazed, their vision unfocused. He slapped Elora's boobs casually, watching them jiggle before him. "Perfect." He purred, licking his lips.

He started with Elora, humping up into her cleavage savagely to warm himself up, then twisting around with a flutter of his wings and shoving his vent against her face while he used her tits from the reverse angle. She diligently licked at him as if by reflex, moaning into his ass, and then he pushed her back with his rump and sat on her face, making her lick deeper, her every breath filled with the scent of him. His ass, his balls, his dried cum, and his sweat. He dove his tongue into her cunt viciously while she worked him, fucking her tits hard at the same time, until he was moments from climax. Then he pulled back and shoved himself down her throat, unloading in her while she squirted over the vines on her furry legs.

He pulled out and coated her face and tits with the rest of his gift, and then moved right along to Ember, not needing any time to recover. He shoved Ember's face into the bed and mounted her with speed, drilling his cock into her vent fast and rough, his balls slapping into her pussy as she laid there helplessly, moaning with a weak voice, a massive smile on her face. Cynder's eyes widened as she watched, Spyro fucking Ember into the bed right after a virile orgasm in Elora, still rock hard and rolling his hips to give her as much pleasure as possible. He switched holes at random, inspired by her earlier trick to fuck her pussy and vent equally. He lasted for several minutes at least, though none of them were in a state of mind to count, and Ember likewise lost track of how many times she came while Spyro fucked her brains out. Of course, he'd already released in both of her lower holes that day, and when he was close he pulled out and swiftly moved in front of her, taking her throat with a forceful thrust and making her gag helplessly. He gasped and shook with pleasure when she choked on him, creaming her tight throat then and there as she did, and she was sputtering and coughing past her smile when he pulled out, more of his seed shooting into her lashes and drenching her horns.

Finally he came to Cynder, his expression growing more satisfied and feral with his every climax. She trembled before him, but managed a fake smirk as he shoved her onto her back. She'd been given the most time to recover, but she still wasn't ready when he shoved straight down her experienced throat, the claws of his left hand digging into her cunt with ice magic and electric energy surging into her throat. Even bound as she was her serpentine neck shifted into his thrusts, his balls meeting her snout again and again as she worked her throat against him, letting his barbs and tip stab against her sensitive flesh. "Choke for me, babe." He gripped her neck and shoved in as she angled herself for him, letting him uncomfortably set off her gag reflex, choking and twitching and pulling fruitlessly at her bonds for the sake of his pleasure, and he panted his thanks, painting her burning throat with his seed while compulsive tears streamed from her eyes, the masochist in her reveling in it and helping her reach another climax of her own. Then he pulled out and let himself mark her neck and chest while she sputtered pathetically below his balls.

He pushed them all together, watching their bound forms wriggle and struggle as they moaned dumbly, swallowing down his cum and trying to blow wads of his seed from their noses. He pressed their hips together and started to thrust between them, his flare and the rest of him brushing over their cunts and clits at a slow, indulgent pace. The sight of them all naked, bound, and laid over each other bid him to release one last time, and he spread them onto their backs before he started to spurt more white, warm cum from his tip, strutting sideways around them as he came, marking their bodies with his essence. "There." He said, sighing from magical and sexual exhaustion. "Now I'm finished… for tonight." He maintained focus long enough to unbind them, and then he fell across their welcoming laps, smelling their scents mixing with his own with every breath.

"By the Gods." Cynder muttered, shaking. Elora just groaned in response.

"Just gonna pass out now..." Ember managed to say past the cum drying on her lips before the lot of them drifted into sleep where they lay, thoroughly spent. The tub of water and flowering vines growing from the ceiling were a strong reminder of exactly what Spyro was capable of, and the girls he loved slept peacefully knowing he was near.