Chapter Thirteen: Scarred for Life
"Flame I'm sorry, I-"
"Stop! Just stop!" The red dragon had fire spouting from his nostrils, "You lied to me!"
Spyro stood defensively in front of Cynder, claws digging into dirt, prepared to pounce if necessary, "Don't do anything stupid Flame." He growled.
Flame snarled and started to circle the couple, "Have you ever felt betrayal, Spyro? It's like a hot rod of steel was just violently stabbed into your skull." He stopped, and Spyro turned himself so that he was still between Flame and Cynder, "Like your heart was torn out of your chest, and eaten right before your eyes." Spyro blinked, "I ask again, have you ever felt betrayal?" Flame's eyes slowly clouded over with darkness.
"Spyro watch out!" Cried Cynder, pushing her love out of the way just as Flame unleashed a powerful blast of dark energy from his mouth. The attack slammed into Cynder's chest, knocking her into the ocean. The purple dragon roared in anger and felt evil fill his soul.
"That's it Spyro! Let the darkness take over! Let it fuel your actions and-" Flame was interrupted as Spyro, now shrouded in a dark mist, slammed into him. The two evil dragons fought on the ground, clawing and biting deep wounds that painted the sand a crimson red.
Meanwhile, Cynder floated back to shore. She woke up just as Spyro was about to tear Flame's head off with his bare claws, "Stop!" She screamed.
Spyro immediately changed back and turned his head to look at her with shocked eyes, "Cynder?"
Flame, still possessed, saw his chance and took it. He wrapped his tail around Spyro's neck and started to strangle the purple dragon, "Die you traitor!" He growled.
As Spyro felt his consciousness leave him, he had only one thought keeping him happy. That Cynder was alive, "Spyro!" He heard her voice echo in his ears just as the world went black.
"Is he going to be okay?" Cynder stood with a sag in her shoulders. Spyro lay on the ground before her, Volteer at her side.
The large yellow dragon slowly shook his head, "It's difficult to tell."
Flame had choked Spyro for a full fifteen minutes until Volteer had arrived to save the day. Cynder just wept into the sand the whole time. She couldn't bring herself to hurt another dragon, especially a friend. And because of that, she was letting her beloved die. The confusion wracked her mind, "Oh Spyro, forgive me." She walked over to his limp body and hugged it tight with her wings.
Volteer watched for a few more seconds, then turned to the caged Flame, "Bring him to the prison and lock 'em up for good." Two well-built dragon guards pulled the cage away and Volteer turned around, "C'mon, we gotta bring him to the temple hospital." Cynder looked up at him and nodded. Volteer heaved Spyro onto his back and carried him quietly into the forest.
It took Spyro three weeks to recover. Flame wasn't so lucky. He was deemed mentally unfit, and was sentenced to life imprisonment in Warfang's highest security asylum. The long sleep seemed to give the purple dragon's brain a good refueling, and so he remembered his friend Elice who was locked away in the dungeon. As soon as he was able, Spyro left the infirmary in search of a guard that could tell him the fastest possible route to the prison. The fact that he could get lost in his own kingdom slightly disturbed Spyro, "You there!" He called, walking towards a random guard in the hallway.
"Yes your majesty?" He replied, eagerness in his eyes. This particular soldier was probably new, evident by his lack of emotional restraint, but he'd have to do.
"Do you perhaps know the quickest route to the dungeon?" The purple dragon asked, raising an eye-ridge in curiosity.
The guard smiled, "Yes sir! Follow me." When the larger dragon's back was turned Spyro gave a silent sigh, then followed.
They arrived just in time, as the key master was on his way out, "Halt!" Exclaimed Spyro. The old dragon stopped and looked down at him with a surprised expression, "This'll only take a few minutes of your time. Please direct me to the dragoness named Elice."
The key master nodded, "Right this way." The guard that had taken Spyro to the prison turned and left. After about ten locked gates and doors, the key master stopped in front of a cell, "In here." He unlocked it and left.
Spyro poked his head in, but could only see a faint silhouette in the darkness, "Elice?" He asked, hoping she would respond.
"Who's asking?" Growled back an unexpectedly harsh sounding female voice.
Spyro stepped into the lightest place he could find and replied, "It's me, Spyro. I've come to set you free."
There is no word in the entire English language that would properly describe the sense of pure joy emanating from Elice at that very moment. As soon as Spyro unlocked the cell door she tackled him to the ground and planted kisses all over his face (and by kisses I mean sloppy dog-like licks), "Anything! I'll do anything to repay you Spyro!" She exclaimed loudly, still licking his face.
"Anything?" He asked, an eye ridge lifting slyly.
She caught on quick. Voice suddenly turning sexy, she grinned, "Yup."
Before Spyro could say anything, an image of Cynder popped into his head, "No wait, I can't."
"Why not?" She moped, climbing off of him, "Is it me?"
He shook his head, "No, it's just, I'm kinda in love with Cynder." He blushed.
She nodded understandingly, "Oh okay. Doesn't matter, I'll just have to find some other way to make you happy." Then smiled.
After releasing Elice, Spyro decided it was high time for a relaxing vacation. Him and his beloved Cynder left Volteer in charge, while they traveled to the sandy beaches of Dragon Shores.
"Ah." Sighed Cynder, her delicate dark form resting in the warm soft sand, "I can see why you've always wanted to come here Spyro." She smiled, looking into her lover's eyes.
Spyro chuckled as he looked back into her's, "Yeah, Sparx and I just 'loved' this place." Their tails entwined, the couple happily enjoyed the cool breeze and warm sun. A few white and yellow seagulls circled overhead, cawing every once and a while. At last, all was happy and peaceful.
The purple dragon found that he couldn't stop staring at his soon-to-be mate. She noticed, and smiled at him until he looked at her face, "See anything you like?" Her lips broke into a smile.
He smiled back, "Why of course. How much is that perfect body of yours?"
She giggled and blushed, "Hmm... A kiss."
"Oh I don't know if I can afford that." Flirted Spyro, standing up so he could walk over and lie next to her.
She felt her breathing pattern steepen; so did Spyro, "Spyro you cheap dragon." Cynder whispered, hugging her flank against him tightly.
"Mmm you know it." He grinned as the front of his mouth closed in on her's. As they connected, sparks went down both dragon's spines. It wasn't long before Spyro was on top of Cynder, his kisses trailing up and down her exposed underbelly.
Cynder felt that precious little space between her legs moisten, and let out a strangled moan, "Oh Spyro."
Grinning, the male dragon continued to kiss lower and lower, "I have a feeling you're really going to enjoy this next part." He growled into her tummy.
She lifted an eye-ridge, curious as to what he was about to do. It hit her as hard as a brick wall when his extremely long prehensile tongue slipped past her labia and began to massage the inner walls of her soft womanhood, "Yes!" She cried at the top of her lungs, tail pressed hard against the ground as it writhed from her pleasure. It was the only thing she could do to stop from screaming.
Spyro grinned while he continued. His purple claws traced up and down Cynder's legs and belly, then slipped down to her opening. A finger started to rub her clitoris, and the dragoness couldn't hold it in any longer. She screamed at the top of her lungs, both claws placed firmly against the back of Spyro's head. His licking only increased in speed.
It wasn't long after the scream before Cynder came, and boy did she cum! Luckily, Spyro was all too happy to be the one cleaning her, "Spyro... I..." She panted heavily, "Love you so much."
"I know." He smiled, kissing her.
Author's notes: This is not the end folks, there will be more.