Begin Phase Two
Pampering
The procession of dragons, a faun, and a dragonfly was quiet for some time, everyone still trying to process what had just transpired. Spyro, at least externally, seemed perfectly calm, and chuckled to himself after some buzzing from Sparx. The others were in mild shock for several minutes, and had nothing to say the entire way to the portal that returned them to the Dream Weaver's home world. After they'd passed through it, the quiet was finally disturbed by the excited laughter of a giddy Camo, who did a little dance as he caught up to Spyro. "That was amazing!" He was beaming with admiration, Rock giving a solid nod in agreement and Ember giggling at them. "It could hardly be called a fight! He couldn't even touch you!"
"Yep. Not much to it against a dope like that. Terrador would have his work cut out for him whipping Hoss into shape."
"Forget about Hoss." High-Five cut in, hovering in front of the others and halting their progress. "Now that you've got it, tell me you're going to destroy that evil book."
"No." High-Five jolted back as he turned to the black-scaled dragoness who had rebuked his words. "We can't destroy the tome. It has far too much value, and historical significance."
"Oh please, Spyro has plenty of treasure! He doesn't need that old, tattered tome too."
"Fives, please, calm down." Spyro stepped between the two of them, motioning for High-Five to land and giving him a stern, but understanding look. "You asked me to lock the Tome of Valenar away, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."
"Yeah? Well, it's been a few days since then, and I've changed my mind. Hoss may have been a controlling, manipulative ass-hat, but he never would have attacked me like that if he hadn't been reading that evil book for the last few days. He had no idea what he was even reading about and it still screwed with his head."
"Fives, by Bahamut's scruffy whiskers, will you please shut your loud mouth up until we aren't standing in an open field where adult Dream Weavers could stumble upon our heated debate at any second?" That quickly nullified the disgruntled life dragon, Spyro sighing tiredly. "If Hoss' mind is corrupted by this tome in some way then I can't be sure I intimidated him enough for the three of you to be safe in your own homes. I want you all to stay with me for a few weeks, just until Hoss has cooled off. Go get whatever personal belongings you'll need for your stay with me and meet me at my castle drawbridge in no more than three hours. Then, when we have privacy, we can address your concerns regarding the book."
Camo sighed wistfully, wondering how a single dragon could be so perfect. Immediately after a bloody battle, Spyro still had an air of calm and understanding about himself. Camo considered that, had High-Five been so explosive and confrontational toward someone Camo deeply loved, he wouldn't have responded with such grace and control as Spyro had. It took him a few minutes to realize what he'd just done, and he noticed Spyro giving him an odd look. A knowing look. A look that sent shivers down Camo's spine. Luckily for his dignity, Rock spoke before Camo could make a complete fool of himself. "We thank you for your thoughtful extension of hospitality, Mage-Slayer, and apologize for the misconduct of one of our number."
High-Five shook his head, stepping forward with a slight frown. "Rock seems to have forgotten that we aren't part of the same gang anymore. It's my mistake to apologize for, and I am sorry, Spyro." He turned to the dark dragoness next, bowing his head. "I'm sorry to you too, Cynder. I've been high-strung these last few days, and I snapped instead of hearing you out. I'll contain myself when we reconvene."
Cynder bowed back, smirking slightly. "Those of us who use dark magic to good ends are accustomed to being shouted down. I'm pleasantly surprised that you are comfortable admitting that you were wrong to do so."
"Okay, that's enough of that." Elora said to the lot of them, getting confused looks from the dragons. "All this practically political posturing, worrying, and arguing is not the kind of behavior I expect from a bunch of sneaky conspirators whose plan just worked. We should be celebrating! Spyro beat Hoss' tail into the ground, we have the thing we wanted to get, and you three are about to have an extended stay in Spyro's castle, which is perhaps the greatest castle ever built anywhere!" The formality that they'd been falling into was dissolved by Elora's enthusiasm, and for the moment they all put the Tome of Valenar out of their minds. They could worry later, after basking in collective success.
"And don't be late to arrive." Ember spoke with an inviting smile. "I'll be baking a variety of cookies for everyone, and they'll be best when they're fresh."
"Oh would you look at the time." High-Five spoke rapidly, glancing comically at his naked wrist. "Guess I better start packing right now okay bye!" Spyro often bragged on Realmbridge about the culinary talents Ember possessed. At the notion that she would be cooking for them, the three former Mountain Crackers were quick to scramble off toward their homes, shouting hasty farewells over their shoulders. Ember waved serenely at them, quite pleased with herself.
"Now that they're gone, let's get you home, hero." Ember's protective tone made Spyro chuckle happily, reminding him of when she'd taken charge of his bathing habits. He had to admit that he much preferred having properly buffed scales.
However, when he turned to continue on his way he was surprised to see Cynder extremely close to his side, laying a wing over his protectively. Just beside Cynder was Elora, who studied Spyro closely as they walked, Ember nuzzling his shoulder on his other side. "Uh, not that I mind the contact, but what's with all the⦠whatever this is?"
"Oh hush, hero boy." Cynder said. "We're just taking care of you, is all."
"When that adrenaline runs its course, you'll be pretty sore after that crazy fight." Elora added with concern.
"Let us handle our guests while you rest, okay?" Ember offered, the other two humming in agreement, smothering Spyro with affection as they walked.
"But I feel fine." Cynder shushed him and kept walking, offering no room for debate, and his other girls were obviously in full agreement with her. It was absolutely adorable, and by the time they were seated in the flying machine of The Professor's design to get back to the Artisan Worlds, Spyro was finally realizing they were completely correct. Certainly he'd been through much worse, but it was nice to have lovers cuddling him, concerned about his condition, and he was rather sore. "Okay, you win. I won't even drive this thing right now. Happy?"
"Very." Cynder replied, nuzzling his face while Ember massaged his thighs and Elora took the pilot seat.
"Next stop: your bed. You're going to get some rest while we welcome the guests."
"I can't believe we're going to be staying in Spyro's castle!" Camo strutted along as if he were weightless, which was quite impressive considering he was hauling a cheap cart alongside Rock, High-Five hovering behind it to make sure their hastily packed belongings didn't fall out. "My parents don't usually give a damn what I'm up to, but they sure were shocked when I told them that!"
"Dragon parents don't care about anything, Camo." Rock said back, a disgruntled expression on his face. "They're much too old by the time they can produce eggs. I dread the day I inevitably become like them."
"Nah. We'll be young forever! Now haul faster, slow-pokes. We don't wanna be late."
"Well well, look who it is." Two more zeros swooped down to speak to the trio of earth dragons, one of them Sunburn, a fire dragon orphan whose egg had been coated in phoenix ashes by fairies, and another orphan named Zap who had been raised by monstrous eels off the coast of Dragon Shores. Both had been fierce gangsters in the past, but political games between the gang leaders had driven them from that life, much like the circumstances that saw the trio of life dragons leaving the Mountain Crackers. "Looks like some Mountain Crackers are moving out of their parents' nests."
"If you're finally gonna live with your gang, you're headed in the wrong direction."
"We aren't going to live with our gang because we no longer have one." Rock replied stoically, pushing forward and forcing Camo to pick his pace back up.
Zap fiddled with the controls for his electricity pack, which he used to augment the attacks of his water element, keeping his hands busy while he mulled over what Rock had said. "Finally decided to become free agents like us, then?"
Camo grinned smugly, a glint in his eyes. "We helped Spyro, and now he's going to help us. If you want to know more then you'll have to follow us and ask him yourself." Sunburn and Zap glanced at each other, both confused and intrigued, and when the others continued on their way, they had two other untethered zeroes following them.
When the five of them reached their destination they were once again struck by the sheer majesty of the walls and extensive defenses, letting themselves be invited in by Spyro's mates. They explained that they had practically shoved Spyro into bed early, taking minimal instructions from him on how to handle the housing arrangements. Spyro had indeed planned to house several other dragons at any given time, and his forethought meant there were enough guest rooms for all five of his visitors and then some. Sunburn and Zap were told they could stay overnight before Spyro spoke with them, and if he permitted them to stay for training then they would have to collect their personal effects the next morning, whilst the former Mountain Crackers were already settling in. They didn't know what it would be, but Spyro had mentioned that his training would have a condition attached to it, and Cynder was particularly amused by the fact that all of them would have to wait until morning to learn of that condition.
Ember's cookies were a sure hit, and Sunburn and Zap expressed a mutual interest in mixing drinks while the conversation was on Ember's skills in the kitchen. This lead to a discussion of fruits, and Camo spoke at length about agriculture, whilst High-Five and Cynder had distracted themselves with head-to-head Wiz Brawl matches. Elora was demonstrating her pan flute to Rock, the delicate instrument looking comically small between his thick fingers when he tried playing it. A sense of camaraderie was growing between them. They felt as though they belonged together, but there was also a sense of emptiness, as if there were others who were destined to be there who had yet to arrive.
Dragons had a sense for destiny, inclinations that didn't make sense to other species. In spite of their usual desire for independence and segregation, there were many historical periods when they came together in great hordes, and it was almost always a prelude to something unsavory, something that would scar all the realms for millenia. Spyro could feel it too, tossing and turning in his bed. His entire life felt like the prelude to a great war.
At least this time, Spyro wouldn't fight alone.
"We must consider a peaceful solution to the coming conflict, Thomas." Red pleaded to the teleportation expert, Lateef and Cho Lei sitting cross-legged at the edge of the hidden cavern, one of several dozen used for secret meetings between council members. The golden dragoness was the only female on the Elder Council, and Lateef was quite glad that she had been the nearest member for him to inform, regardless of the fact that Thomas and Red were also present. "Granted, The Sorcerer cannot be talked down, but an appeal to his Goddess directly could shift Her favor to our side."
"That notion is more deluded than your joining with The Sorcerer in the first place!" Thomas was not calm, though he was trying to be. The news Lateef brought was distressing, and Red's response to it threatened to undo generations of religious progress. "Her cult has caused enough harm, and its falling apart marked the end of draconic civil war and unrest. You were the last of Her priests, Red. The assimilation of different dragon breeds, the unity we have found under Bahamut's teachings of benevolence, and the power we hold over others as benefactors has proven who Io's greatest child is."
"I still am Her priest!" Red yelled back, forcing his anger down with a firm gulp, steam emanating from his nostrils. "I don't want to recapture the past. It was filled with conflict and death. However, our current position of dominance is exactly what Tiamat always wanted. You would settle for unity in the mortal plane, when we stand on the brink of unity in the heavens we came from."
"Ridiculous. She has grown mad in Her isolation. It will never work. The Sorcerer is the only mortal She listens to now."
"Spyro could do it, I know he can! Let me teach him about Her. I can equip him with the knowledge to persuade Her, if only you will allow the extension of a peace offering. Reinstate Her tithe. Letting the growth of Her hoard at our claws give Spyro Her attention." Thomas seemed to seriously consider that suggestion, a peace settling in the cavern as tempers simmered down.
"That might work on some level, though we cannot reinstate the tithe amongst the general public. Our culture no longer relies on the divine. Io's death is treated as a joke while his name is uttered as a curse, and even Bahamut's priests number in less than a dozen, most of whom being council members. Our people worship themselves now, praying to their ancestors and historical figures, whilst younger races pray directly to us. The council itself will pay the tithe, and we will have to hope that it, along with our prayers, is enough to ease Tiamat's rage."
"It will not work." Cho Lei spoke calmly, Lateef nodding at her words.
"She is right. The connection has been severed by the ravages of time. We continue to call that untouched pile of riches the hoard of Tiamat, but lack of open worship has weakened our connection to Her domain. It is most likely that She will not feel any offering given, and if She did She would consider it an insult after so long. Unheeded goes Her demand for tribute while Her power is diminished, and only when you fear Her potential return do you offer Her anything, as if pathetically begging for mercy? She would despise us. It is best to meet Tiamat on the terms we have already set, assuming She still exists."
Cho Lei nodded as well, taking over with her own input. "It is doubtful that Tiamat has the strength to physically manifest again. The last sighting of Bahamut and His divine children was long ago, and His Sister has been absent for much longer."
"So what?" Red asked, shaking his head. "You declare that our best option is to not even try. Has that truly become the norm for the Council of Dragon Elders? Do we now stand aside and do nothing during every crisis?"
"No. We act through another." Thomas grinned for a moment, thinking of Spyro, but quickly his expression grew worried again, and he turned toward Cho Lei with an appraising gaze. "It is obvious to me that Spyro has begun to emulate the behaviors of the dragons of old, striving out on his own, claiming all that he can, never backing down from a challenge, and amassing a harem of those who admire and love him. In his time of growing sexual interest, he has grown contrarian to paternal figures, something instinctive within him seeing us as rivals, and particularly feeble ones at that. But you, Cho Lei, you could approach him with a feminine touch. Fae males are reclusive, and their species courted Spyro's favor entirely with females. So too must we employ that strategy."
Cho Lei tilted her head, smirking slightly. "You want me to seduce him?"
"Not as such, no." Thomas replied to her jest, beginning to pace in thought. "You see how the fairies interact with him. It isn't pure seduction, just a softness that comes naturally to females. The brush of delicate fingers on his cheek, and the occasional kiss to his snout. The Fae are too small to mate with him properly, but their actions aren't those of a temptress. They just comfort him. He enjoys their company on a level deep enough to undermine his accumulated paranoia. His early relationship with Cynder may be a contributing factor."
"So," Cho Lei began, her voice icy with disdain. "Allow me to parse your spiel, Thomas. You mean to say that the orphan wishes he had a mother, and it is your plan to have me take advantage of that weakness?" Thomas recoiled as if stung, but Cho Lei merely narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing him. Red could tell from her expression that she didn't believe Thomas' feelings were genuine.
Caught in the midst of this exchange was Lateef. In spite of his many thousands of years of wisdom and experience, the other three dragons were the greatest of wyrms, over ten thousand years Lateef's seniors. If they were playing some game of deception and falsehoods to manipulate one another, then it was far beyond what Lateef could understand, their plans elaborate and well obfuscated.
Cho Lei continued after a long span of silence, a confident smile on her face. "I think you worry too much, Thomas. I believe that if The Sorcerer returns, he will not have Tiamat's full strength behind him, and any portion of Her power that remains will stand no chance in the face of Spyro's ingenuity. The Sorcerer will die to the Mage-Slayer, and his power will grow. One day, perhaps very soon, Spyro will take the place of the Council, and all of dragonkind will once again serve a single King."
"You believe a zero is wiser than all of us?" Red asked, curiosity overtaking disbelief in his tone.
"No, but he does have a stronger will. United under one worthy dragon, we would return to our former glory, able to make quick decisions as a species with a single voice to speak above all others. It is what Tiamat would want, though She would seek to be the one to rule Herself."
"So," Thomas replied, narrowing his eyes. "You wish to undermine the very Council in which you sit?"
"I did not say that. I may very well be dead long before Spyro seeks to take power, but I do know it will happen one day. Regardless of that, you cannot fight him now, because doing so would complicate his battle with The Sorcerer. The ego of that dragon is so massive that he would kill us all just to be the only dragon left alive." Cho Lei lowered her legs to the ground and lifted her tail, Lateef doing the same and following her toward the cavern's exit, the golden dragoness speaking over her shoulder to the other Elders. "I will give Spyro council, as you suggested, Thomas. If I find any evidence that you have sought to sabotage him, I will hunt you down and kill you."
"I have only ever supported Spyro." Thomas growled, his grip on his staff tightening. "And if you hunted me down, it is you who would die." Thomas cut the air with his claws and vanished to places unknown, Cho Lei snorting disdainfully as she strode out past the masking illusion over the cavern, Lateef nervously following her out. They left Red to his own thoughts, the dark sorcerer falling on his rump and sighing in exhaustion.
"Idiots." He said to himself, shaking his head. "Even the fragile facade of a united front is soon to dissolve completely." Red examined his staff, gazing at his many reflections in the gemstone at its apex, a replacement for the dark gems he was no longer permitted to access. He contemplated that even the council didn't know who Spyro's true parents were, as no trace of them had ever been found. Whomever could discover that secret would have a vicious edge over Spyro and the other Elders, and could manipulate events to position themselves as the new sole ruler of dragon kind within the next century. Red personally was tired of power games, and wanted deeply to help his friend; to find the truth and expose it before it could be used as a weapon. His mind lingered on something The Sorcerer used to say, that he alone was a 'True Dragon,' that all the others, Red included, were lesser creatures in some way. "Maybe he was right about us."
Everyone knew that the Night Lotus Skatepark was a carefully maintained dead zone for phones and Internet access, so word would have to spread of what happened the old-fashioned way, and it was easy to keep the gang activity there hidden from the apathetic Peacekeepers. Of course, that didn't stop Slither from knowing exactly what was happening immediately. Afterall, Cynder told her everything the moment they left the dead zone. Now that Cynder had access to the tome, it was time for the next phase of the plan.
That Slither would be saving countless children from a beast that stalked in the night as part of her ascent to power would make it all the easier. Her seemingly pure intentions would keep Cynder and Blackout on her side, and she suspected that even Spyro would willingly help her when the time came. Regardless of all of that, it was her birthright to rise with the power laced in that spellbook, a book written by her ancestor.
"It won't be much longer now, my Goddess." Slither prayed alone, sitting in front of her innate scrying pool. "Soon, you shall be free."
Spyro had drifted to the embrace of sleep swiftly after laying down, his exhaustion from his fight undeniable. Unfortunately, his nightmares returned in full force, and he was turning fitfully while his girls entertained his guests. He could feel deep in his bones that there was trouble encroaching from the future, some scheme bringing him ever closer to conflict, and the visceral battles of his past nipped at his psyche when he tried to retreat to memory. Whether he saw visions, memories, paranoid delusions, or legitimate and concerning predictions, each filled him with dread. He was thrown back to his last conversation with Gnorman, when he had been preoccupied with similarly bleak thoughts while still conscious. Gnorman was a kind gnorc on the surface, but a savvy business man first. He always seemed to know just what to say get the funding the park needed, and he was capable of making rapid calculations in his mind. Spyro pictured all of this about his friend in an instant, and then saw a shadow fiend dozing in Gnorman's eviscerated chest cavity, blood-soaked chitinous plates shifting with unnatural breaths.
"Cynder..." Spyro muttered angrily in his sleep. He knew she was hiding something, but he didn't want to press for it. He couldn't bare the thought that he couldn't trust her, Hoss' accusations echoing in Spyro's mind. "...A pretty spy..." he had said.
In truth, Cynder was a gentle lover, and the warmth of Spyro's mates slipping into bed with him later in the evening calmed his tumultuous sub-conscious. When Spyro finally awoke, he found that only Cynder was beside him, and he nuzzled the top of her head affectionately. Her eyes instantly shot open as if she had been awake for some time, resting beside him while she waited for him to awaken. "Good morning, sleepy boy." As much as Cynder enjoyed her fierce reputation, she had begun to show a softer side in private, especially when she and Spyro were alone together. While Elora was elated to submit to Cynder's dominant sexual energy, and Ember enjoyed playing with and challenging it, Spyro could enjoy quite a bit of pampering from the privately loving dragoness, so long as the others wouldn't be able to tease her for it later. "Don't worry. You haven't slept in. Ember only just started on breakfast a few minutes ago. Elora is giving everyone the tour, so you can just relax today."
"That's good to hear. So, did you stay behind to update me or were you just feeling a little lazy too?" Cynder mostly ignored his weak attempt to tease her, pressing her snout to his and smiling adorably.
Cynder watched Spyro's expression light up with happiness, a haze of pink light showing at the base of his horns for a moment. It still amazed Cynder whenever she saw something like that, the proof of what Spyro had told them about his relationship with fairies. He spent so much time being enhanced by their magical blessings, that strong emotions could awaken latent power from previous enchantments. Regardless, Cynder shook her head slightly at his words. "No. I stayed behind to take care of you. We couldn't let you go all morning without any love." She tactfully didn't mention that he had been so fitful in his sleep that she would have felt terrible if he was left with no one to hold for the remainder of his slumber. She needed him to be okay.
"You don't mind being fucked so hard you can't walk before you can even get outta bed?" He asked, smirking confidently.
Cynder giggled at him, shaking her head more vigorously than before, gently pushing his chest with delicate fingers until he was laying on his back, his head nestled back into his pillow. "While I wouldn't dare object to such a wonderful experience, as it's something no other dragon has managed to do for me, I'd like to do the heavy lifting this time. You deserve a break."
"I don't need a-"
"Hush." Spyro did hush, still smiling. He sighed in contentment and closed his eyes, allowing her to do as she pleased. Trusting her. Cynder cherished that trust, beginning to massage the firm scutes of his chest. She straddled him, then lifted her hips to stand above him, so she could press more of her weight down on him. Her hands pressed firmly enough into his broad chest to knead at the muscles there, even past his thick plates. In spite of her slender frame, Cynder was quite strong, and her technique was practiced. As she worked her way to his sides, her hands spreading further apart, she applied more delicate pressure, especially when she passed his scutes to massage against his smaller scales. Her touch was feminine, caring, but firm, bringing relief to his sore muscles.
She moved on to his left arm, her tail swishing forward to wrap sinuously around his wrist, stretching his limb while her hands tended to his bicep. While she worked her way down that first arm, she began to speak. "You put more faith in me than I deserved, Spyro. I want to be worthy of your lofty opinion of me, so I'm going to tell you something important." Spyro opened his eyes and gazed up at her to let her know she had his full attention, but her soft tone of voice and skillful hands kept him drowsy with pleasure. "I not only wish to learn a spell from the Tome of Mistress Valenar, which you already discouraged. I also want to pass that knowledge to Slither. I'm going to give you the trust you've given me, and let you make the decision with me."
That information was enough to surprise the drowsy dragon, but after a moment of contemplation he realized he already knew she'd been conflicted about something, hiding some motive from him, and after her little declaration he could see tension leave her body in the next exhale. She kissed his hand and wetly suckled his fingers, tending to him amidst their rather important conversation. She still wanted to take care of him, no matter his answers, and she moved on to his right arm before speaking again. "We have a good reason. There is a shadow beast of some kind killing and eating hatchlings in the fringe villages connected to the Peacekeeper world. It uses shadow teleportation, an ancient technique that is forbidden by the Peacekeepers and Elder Council. If we could just learn how to cast it, Slither and Blackout could trace the beast after its next attack, ambushing it at its lair, and discovering if there are more of them."
Cynder was trembling by then, Spyro softly placing his hand on her cheek. "Please, Spyro. We have to stop it."
Spyro shook his head, but he was still smiling. "No way am I going to sit here and do nothing while hatchlings are being killed. We aren't going to teach Slither a spell; we're going to learn it and use it ourselves. We'll help her directly. I've got a lot of experience fighting shadow beasts." Cynder shuddered in relief, but before she could shut her eyes Spyro gripped her jaw, looking her directly in the eyes. "Remember what High-Five said about the book. We can't just read from it now. I'll have the Professor study it first, so he can find a way to filter the corruptive effect out. If he can't manage that, then we'll have to find another way to track the beast down."
"I understand, Spyro. As much as it pains me to wait, it wouldn't be a pretty sight if some ancient enchantment from a sadistic sorceress superseded our morals." Spyro nodded and let go of her, satisfied that she wouldn't allow dear departed Valenar to twist her mind from beyond the grave. "I should have told you right away."
Spyro hummed to himself, Cynder looking away with embarrassment. "You could have gone to read the tome in the time you've spent making my morning so pleasant. When the time came and the opportunity presented itself, you chose not to do it. Maybe you thought that you had to betray me, and for the right reasons, but your heart was never in it. I knew you had to be hiding something, but I felt that I could trust you anyway, and I was right." He stroked the other side of her face, gently urging her to look down at him again, his expression as bright and joyful as ever. "Don't even apologize, babe. I forgave you a long time ago."
"Why do you have to be so perceptive?" He chuckled at her words and the tone that came with them, his dark-scaled mate soothed by his kindness and patient understanding. "You really are a great dragon, Spyro." Cynder smiled and turned around, laying her tail over Spyro's snout playfully as she began to massage his hips. "I'm not sure how you managed to do it so quickly, but I'm not complaining." Her new position let her get an eyeful of the cock she adored so much, drinking in every familiar detail as it throbbed to life outside of Spyro's sheath. Apparently her touch aroused his libido as much as it calmed his nerves. She worked his thighs and shins first, taking on one at a time as with his arms, her round chest pressed against his tip constantly when she worked her way down.
Spyro's toes curled and a needy growl escaped him as he stared at the tail right on his face, and the enticing sight of Cynder's winking pussy beyond it. "You've certainly got a way with those hands of yours."
"Enjoying the massage, hero boy?" He growled again and placed his own hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks and making her gasp in surprise. She wasn't surprised for long though, laughing smugly, and slowly, sensually swaying her hips in Spyro's face. "Want to touch back?" Cynder asked cheekily, leaning down to grip his feet with her hands, her claws gently teasing him.
"Lower your hips for me, Cynder." It was a simple command, stated with affection, and she obeyed with a pleasant hum. His fingers started to surge with slight electricity, a much weaker current than she was used to, teasing rather than shocking. When she lifted her tail and lowered her fragrant sex over his face, he began to lick her slowly, listening to her huff and groan while she gripped his feet tighter. When her voice lightened to pleased moans he moved to suckle at her clit, listening to her gasp and pant as she tried to adjust to the more intense sensation. She was whining and cooing at him then, grinding her sex onto his snout with gyrating hips, making the barbs of his cock throb against her chest. Her taste made Spyro moan into her, his eyes rolling back as ecstasy surged through his body, her massage having driven the tension from his muscles.
"I love you, Spyro." Her voice was soft, thankful, and devoted, her veneer of bravado and aloof dominance falling away completely. She could trust him with her inner worries, and the relief of that intimacy made her feel lighter than air. She slithered back until her hands were back at his inner thighs, lifting her chest and lowering her hips, pressing her needy sex over Spyro's face. His groping hands ceased exploring her ass long enough to grip her more firmly and pull down, encouraging her to be rougher with him, pressing his tongue deep inside of her. While she indulged that notion, humping down over his face, he slipped his thumb between his maw and her sex, letting it grow wet with her delicious feminine juices and his saliva.
Cynder predicted what he would do next, and quickly shifted her legs for a firmer stance. When his thumb was shoved into her vent, warm with magic and parting her sphincter, she hissed in pleasure and closed her eyes, her claws digging at the scales on his thighs. After a few more seconds of enjoying his attention with an expression of deep bliss, Cynder flicked her long tail around and wrapped around the base of Spyro's neglected dick, the impressive pillar of firm maleness dripping with a strand of pre-cum and a glob of drool that Cynder had embarrassingly failed to notice fall from her panting maw. His musk was already driving her wild, but she lowered her face to take a deep sniff of him with her snout against his tip, letting his scent invade her sinuses. It was familiar and satisfying to have his smell seeping into her, so that she felt him with every breath.
Cynder continued humping into his face, drenching him in the fluids of her cunny, and licking her fingers as she did. Then, with her tail still coiled around his base and shifting against him, she delicately began to fondle his balls with her left hand, the other lowered to his vent, two of her finger prodding at him until she managed to push them inside. He gasped into her sex, which then squeezed his tongue tightly, Cynder's humping getting faster. He curled his thumb within her ass while she started exploring his, teasing the tip of his cock with wet licking as she did. His tail was swaying from the gentle treatment, and Cynder abandoned her notions of restraint, diving her face down and taking his cock into her wet maw. As his firm shape pressed over her tongue and stretched her jaw in all the right ways, she desperately sucked on his dick, taking in the flavor of his virility, keeping her soft lips tight around his flesh.
Spyro had started on her first, and his taste helped him push her over the edge, her euphoric moans muffled by his cock whilst she ground herself over him, shifting her hips to rub every inch of herself that she could against his snout, his tongue lapping deep within her while he swallowed delicious juices. She was too far down over his face for him to contain the outpouring of her love, much of it dripping down his snout or squirting straight for his eyes, forcing him to close them as her essence settled over his face and dominated his senses. Cynder let him pop out of her mouth and sighed in relief, gradually lifting herself as her orgasm finished. She shook her hips rapidly above him, to ensure that as much of her wet release as possible dripped onto his face.
Spyro released her rump to wipe her juices off his eyelids, suckling it from his fingers afterwards. Cynder pulled her fingers from him and released his sex, turning around again and letting her dripping snatch be poised over his throbbing prick. "That felt amazing, but now it's my turn to make you feel good."
"Your massage already managed that." Spyro replied, laying his arms out lazily to his sides as he grinned up at her, smelling her lingering scent in every breath. "You did say you wanted to do the heavy lifting, though. Let me take your ass, and finger yourself while you do it." Perhaps Cynder would have put up a front of resistance if someone else was there to witness her behavior, but Ember had been right about Cynder: she really did love to surrender to Spyro. With no one else to see her obedient display, she nodded eagerly to his words.
"Whatever you want, Spyro." Cynder shifted her hips further forward and gradually started to lower herself, letting her drool on his tip lubricate their initial contact. She maneuvered her hands behind herself and spread her ass as much as she could before forcing her hips down, letting his tip stab past her sphincter. "Nnnyaaa~!" She grit her teeth and closed her eyes as he invaded her ass, needing to pace herself if she was going to willingly take all of his immense maleness. The teasing of his thumb had helped to loosen her up a little, but his dick was just so thick that it was jarring every time he entered her smaller hole, no matter how often she let him do it. "Haaa..." She panted, reopening her eyes to see Spyro grinning brightly at her, his wings shivering. He was clearly enjoying watching her struggle to take him, and she smiled back at him. "I'll finish you yet, big boy. J-just wait."
"Don't forget to play with yourself, babe." Cynder whined at the thought, but slipped her hands back over her thighs anyway, slowly lowering them toward her still sensitive snatch.
"Oooo~! Aaaaahhnnn..." Spyro chuckled silently at how loud Cynder was being, watching her completely lose herself to the moment, several of her fingers sliding gracefully into her pussy as she used both hands to pleasure herself, her thumbs pinching her clit between them. She began to force herself lower, feeling his girth painfully spread her vent open further, while his tip sunk deeper and deeper into her asshole, her cunt leaking all over her hands and thighs. The pain was exhilarating, sexual, and intimate, enhancing the pleasure she felt. Every pathetic little stutter or whine she gave made Spyro's cock twitch inside her, as he reveled on the stark effect he could have on her without even trying. "Oh f-fuuuuck..."
"Nngh..." Cynder had to stop at several points to gyrate her hips so she could stir her insides with his cock head and prepare her body to take more of him into her ass, always fingering herself particularly roughly when she did. "Fuck me, your ass is so tight, Cynder." His words made Cynder moan, pleasure surging through her veins as she heard the euphoria in his voice, and she shoved herself further down for him. She swallowed her grunt of discomfort, so she could listen to him groan, his hands clenching into fists and his eyes rolling back into his head. "You feel so good. By Bahamut's whiskers, your ass is incredible." Cynder felt joy numb her body, her impressively large wings fanning out and fluttering erratically. "I love you so much, Cynder."
Cynder fell, grunting cutely as she made it all the way down, settling her ass on his groin while she kept playing with herself, her tight hole squeezing him for all she was worth, all of her focus on him and their joined bodies. As difficult as it was to adjust to Spyro each time he used her ass, Cynder was experienced and determined, and once she adjusted there was no stopping her. She lifted herself up, whining all the way, and then dropped herself back down, yelping girlishly as he spread her again. Her wings flapped, and she repeated the motion, taking it with more ease, then again, then more elegantly, the pitch of her moans gradually lowering, until her voice was husky with desire and arousal. Her expression leveled into one of pure bliss, her tongue lolling out of her panting maw. The slick sounds of his dick slamming into her ass and her fingers rapidly sliding in and out of her pussy filled the room, and Spyro had to fight the urge to cum then and there.
Spyro held himself back as Cynder serviced his cock, wanting to give her as much time to enjoy herself as possible. Even though he wasn't used to being so passive during sex, he had to admit that he was really enjoying taking it easy, and watching her work so hard for him made his heart flutter in his chest. Her shapely, strong thighs kept her ass bouncing over him at a brisk pace, and there was a deep satisfaction in her every moan, as if she knew that she was doing an outstanding job for him. He realized that this must be what his girls felt like when his sexual prowess left them speechless, the emotion of witnessing so much effort being put into the act of lovemaking left his mind in a pleasant haze. "You're amazing, Cynder."
"Oh no, you're amazing, Spyro." She replied, her voice dripping with devotion and arousal, every inch of his magnificent cock slamming into her and reminding her just how lucky she was to be with such a great dragon.
However, when Spyro lovingly squeezed her thighs and spoke back, his voice was firm and confident. "So are you, Cynder." She shuddered, nodding her assent. "Now do one last thing for me," he whispered, "and cum."
"Yes, Daddy!" Without giving Spyro time to be shocked by her words, Cynder roughly mashed her clit with her thumbs, curled her claws against her pussy walls, and hilted Spyro's entire length into her ass with a firm hump, squirting her juices all over his belly.
Spyro grit his teeth as Cynder's ass gripped him tightly during her climax, finally letting the pleasure of being surrounded by her soft flesh push him to his own release. "That's my good girl..." He muttered, coating her bowels in his thick, hot seed. She stayed all the way down whilst he came, taking all he had to offer as deeply as she could, his cum sealed within her by the tight grip her asshole had on his dick. After several seconds of sitting on his throbbing cock, Cynder felt his streams of seed come to an end, and gradually began to lift herself from him. "Want me to seal it in there?" He asked just as his cock popped free.
"Yes." Cynder replied eagerly, stepping forward so Spyro could easily slip his hand between her ass cheeks, his magic creating a sizable butt-plug of smooth stone, just large enough for her recently fucked asshole to close around, sealing his load inside her. She stepped back again until his crotch was below her snout, lowering her face to clean off his balls and cock, slurping up every bit of cum that had escaped her ass.
"Roll over." Her command was as simple as any of his, and he obeyed, just as she did for him. She showed her resolve by getting right back to the massage, working the kinks from his neck, shoulders, back, and wing-joints. After she finished with the base of his tail, she lifted it out of her way, lowering her face to his vent. She started to rim his asshole with her twirling tongue, kneading his firm butt with her delicate fingers while she did. He let what she'd called him slide, finding he actually quite enjoyed it, and he understood better than most why she wanted to say it. To his surprise, she actually pulled back a little to ask something. "Permission to eat your ass for several minutes, Mage-Slayer?"
"It's part of the massage, isn't it? I wouldn't stop you from finishing it." She hummed sensually and pressed her face back under his tail, pressing her tongue to him again and carefully working it in past his sphincter, kissing and suckling at his asshole while her tongue pushed deeper in. "Oh fuck yeah. Just keep doing that until I'm ready to get out of bed." She moaned gratefully into his ass, adoring his taste, losing herself in him. After letting him claim her ass again with his cock and seed, there was something magical about letting his ass dominate her senses, and his every little shudder of enjoyment sent a tingle down her spine.
A lot of what they'd shared in that moment had gone unspoken, but both of them understood the other very clearly. No matter what might come, or what Slither would think of their plan to aid her, the two orphans needed each other. Nothing would ever change that.
