Well, I'm back with another chapter, for the first time in... a long time. One thing to get straight, don't expect regular updates from me. I will write whenever I have the time to, and whenever I actually want to write. My time has been taken up by a lot of things, most of all being school. Another thing, from this chapter onwards A Consequence of Sorrow will be M-rated. I won't have the most lemons in the world, but I'm trying to write something tasteful.

The dragoness woke up to darkness. Darkness and pain.

When she opened her eyes, the black female was greeted with the sight of the dragon that she had feared since she was a child: Malefor. The purple and gold monster reminded her of Spyro, if a horribly altered depiction of the young drake. The ancient dragon stared at her through yellow eyes, eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul. He smiled, a wicked smile that promised untold horror and pain.

"Ah, Cynder. I was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up..."

Cynder whimpered softly, looking up at the dragon with sore, bloodshot eyes. "Master... how long... how long have I been asleep?"

The sound of Malefor's chuckle was similar to scales being torn through. "Hmm... about 4 days, now. If I'm honest, I'm surprised that you are still alive. Not that you have anything to look forward to. You have failed me, Cynder, and you know that failure must be punished."

The black dragoness tried to stand up, but let out a loud howl as pain rocketed through her legs. "Agh! But... but... I did what you asked... I killed that pest..."

Malefor paced in front of her, his eyes scanning her body as they always did, running over every curve without any attempt to hide it. He gave a slight nod. "Well, that you did... but you almost got yourself killed in the process, and you were also instructed to kill that female of his. Which you failed to do."

Cynder watched the large dragon warily, searching for anything that would tell her what he intended to do. She pulled herself closer to him, trying her best to act dignified. "Master... I would have succeeded, if only I had not been interrupted. She was helpless on her own, and would have been short work to kill. Your old friend, Zaros, seems to have spawn now, who seems to have a particular interest in the female. He defended her well, and his skills linked him to Zaros as much as his eyes did."

Malefor stopped pacing, turning to face her as a scowl covered his face. "Ah, Zaros... why does it not surprise me that it would be his kin that would try to stop me? Oh well, that is irrelevant. Lucien is long gone by now, and Spyro's female seems to have grown attached to her brave dragon. That is no longer any of your concern, and the task has been passed on to others."

Cynder's eyes widened, shocked at the revelation. "Passed on, Master? I thought that if I had failed you, I would have to try again..."

The dragon's eyes were fire as he stepped up to her. "No, you will not be given that task. It is a... delicate... issue, and one that you seem to be incapable of doing. I have thought of something better for you to do. I am in need of... heirs, to the lands that I will soon possess. I am, however, lacking a female to mate. Other than you. Since you do not suit the role of a warrior, or an assassin, I believe you would have a good role as a mate."

Cynder was at a loss for words, on the one paw horrified by the prospect, while on the other quite flattered by his openness. The former seemed to take over, though, the dragoness trying to back away, but her legs would not, and could not move.

Malefor smirked at her, his massive dragonhood clearly visible between his hindlegs. He moved behind her and stepped over the dragoness, his member poking at her most sacred of places. His hips pushed forward, causing Cynder to be thrown into a world of pain.

She did not know how long he had been going, the pain never easing as the large dragon mated with her, his teeth piercing the back of her neck as he bit down on her. She let out a long cry, more in horror and pain than pleasure. Soon, the male on top of her snarled fiercely against her neck, his hips slamming against her rear as he released inside her, filling her womb with his fertile seed.

Cynder collapsed, panting and quivering as the dragon pulled out of her. She felt utterly defeated, her spirit beaten and shattered. She could feel what Malefor had planted inside of her, the warmth causing a slight bulge in her belly. The purple and gold dragon smirked at her, before moving to clean himself.

Cynder stared at him, wondering what he was feeling. Suddenly, she felt something warm run down her thigh. She reached a paw down, curious, but wary, about what it was. When the dragoness brought her paw back up, it was gleaming with the crimson of her blood.

Malefor growled at her as he lay down at her side, the large dragon seeming quite content for the time being. "Mmm... I was right. You will be a good mate."

The hideous laughter carried through into Cynder's nightmares.

Well, that was my first lemon. It wasn't exactly romantic, though I'll probably go into that at some point in the story. I enjoyed writing that, seeing as it was the first thing that I've ever written like it, but I think that I could have done better. Oh well, I shall wait and see what you think.

The Silent Stranger,

Souls of Fury