A/N: Hey guys, here it is at last... This is the first time i work with Cynder's body... and it felt a whole lot more like a taboo then with Spyro :P guess it's got to do something with a sociological phenomenon. Anyways, do enjoy.
Chapter 9- Teasing:
"Come on, Spyro. Let's go, for your reward," the black colored dragoness spoke, a hint of a lisp in the final word. The purple dragon smirked in respond.
"Alright, let's go," Spyro replied, in an attempt to sound smooth. Cynder paced forward, a soft giggle in her throat.
Keep trying, Spyro, the dragoness thought. Just makes you look cuter. Her soft pace began to gain a thrilling movement as her hips began to flick from side to side. The true elegance was further perfected by the kind wave of her tail. The purple dragon watched, eyes beamed towards no other place then her lower portion. Cynder came to the end of the hall, and glanced back to the male. His dumbfounded eyes were humorous.
"Are you coming, or not?" the black dragoness teased him. She paced ahead and minded no concern over his response. Spyro remained too mesmerized to respond, momentarily, but as he saw her tail wick tauntingly in its last view, he reacted. The purple dragon rushed forward, and arrived at the turn of the hall in a matter of seconds. He looked in the direction of the dragoness. She had already walked a decently far distance, and was moments from the next turn.
"Damn," Spyro cursed under his breath, he had a lot of catching up to do. Once more, the female turned to the left, and faded with an open taunt directed towards the male. The purple dragon could not help but to smirk again; she was just asking for it. He ran once more, the trot on the wood board floor ringing loudly with echo. He reached the end of the hall, and turned. The purple dragon came to a sudden stop when he came face to face with the dragoness.
"Took you long enough," Cynder remarked, in a spiced tone. "What were you looking at back there, anyways?" She smiled, enjoying the flavor of her own sarcasm. The purple dragon grinned at her.
"I could tell you, but I'd like something in return." Cynder rolled her eyes, before she moved her lips to his, and locked them. An immense electrical emotion suddenly rushed through Spyro's veins, and caused him to groan softly. He pressed his lips harder against the dragoness, and released the moan from her too; a deep, raspy moan. The female pulled back, and left the purple dragon with nothing but air to kiss. His eyes opened up, a fire could be seen within.
"Is that good enough for you to tell me?" Cynder teased. Spyro nodded. "Well, what was it you were seeing then?" The male smirked, and gazed at her with softer eyes.
"Well, you're figure," Spyro remarked.
"You mean my ass?" The male blushed, the way she had put it was much less proper. Cynder's grin only grew, though. The image of the grand savior as he looked towards the taboos of her form soothed her in a way. Who would have known, one with such a high reputation, would fall this way for his former enemy? Fate, of course, had to be the cause of this. The black dragoness turned about once more, and placed the dull side of her tail spade upon his face. She slowly ran it across his strong mandible as she looked back. "Don't worry, Spyro. I am your little sin after all." She walked off as she giggled in a coquettish form. The dragon, once more, was left stupefied by the dragoness' sweet actions, but this time he followed. Spyro was determined to discover what was that would be at the end of this rainbow.
The two dragons came into a narrower hall, built for dormitories. They passed by Cyril's room, the only room in this corridor that one of the guardian's inhabited. A safety measurement, they had said, to make sure the dragon's where safe in case of an emergency. Now, as Spyro saw it from the prospective of a dragon full of lust and sexual needs, he could tell there were other uses to this 'safety measurement.' Supervision was the key.
The guardian and ice master was not in the room at the moment, though. He was off in his personal duties. For Spyro and Cynder, this was the ideal thing; that was, in case of any incidents.
The dragons walked past the room Spyro and Sparx shared. At one time the dragonfly was offered to take another of the rooms in this hall, rather than share one with his 'fat' step-brother. This proposition was knocked down as much by the dragonfly, as it was by the purple dragon. Despite that the male dragon could have gained a larger independence, he knew that he and his step-brother were inseparable. They were two peas in a pod, strongly bound partners. Despite the fact that the small dragonfly had a strong character and held his knack for sarcasm and jokes, he was still the closest thing he had ever felt as a true family member; besides Ignitus.
The purple dragon had not been around his step-brother for a while; one and a half days was a long time. Perhaps he had finally gained a true respect for the couple's relationship, and would let it prosper… Naw, that was too unlikely of Sparx, at least the part where the dragonfly would let it prosper without him interceding.
They came to the entrance of the dragoness' room. The frame was covered by a thick, red colored veil, which blocked the view of any by passers. Behind this was a door, though, made for the purpose of a greater quality of privacy. Just what she needed, Cynder thought. She crossed the small veil, the fabric of this beautifully contorting into her form as she went in, and dropped the moment the dragoness' tail passed by. Spyro noticed now that the bottom of this cloth was extremely torn up, the cause: the spade of the female's tail; sharp, as always. Spyro followed through, and crossed the veil himself as he tried not to catch it with his horns. Cynder may have had a sharp tail blade, but when it came to horns, the purple dragon was the larger potential risk. He went through, and with fortune avoided clipping the cloth. Immediately, a delightful aroma filled Spyro's nostrils. He looked up to the state of perfection the room was in. Nothing was out of order, and everything had been perfectly arranged, stacked, and cleaned. The room was completely spotless. The purple dragon sighed, and allowed the dragoness to know he was pleased with the environment. The click of a door shutting behind Spyro alerted him. The male looked back to the dragoness who had already closed the door. She giggled in a fancy manner.
"You like how the room's set up?" Cynder asked, her soft gaze pressed against the male's body, already.
"It's clean," Spyro had to admit. He smiled, the grin on his face contorted and crooked. "Cleaner then my room." The Dragoness' small snicker grew louder.
"You can blame Sparx as much as yourself on that one," she commented. "Your little rock collection is half the cause." Spyro's face stiffened; so she had discovered that the rocks all over his room were more than just a simple mess. Organized chaos was the perfect definition for it. The dragoness' paws left the aged wood on the door, and moved on the floor now. She moved closer to Spyro now, her form perfect and seductive. The purple dragon's face relaxed, as he remembered what he had come for.
"Am I going to receive my reward now?" the male asked. Cynder's grin grew, as he body moved towards his side. She padded around him, and came to a stop at his right. Now behind the dragon, she placed her jaw on his strong shoulder, and kissed his neck.
"Maybe, but not before you stop stepping on my notebook." The purple glanced down, and noted the black colored notebook his paw was upon. This book looked rather old, and torn; this was not counting the fact that it was bound by some strange aged strings. Spyro took his weight of it, and moved to pick it up.
"What is this?" Spyro questioned as he raised it to his grasp. The dragoness kissed the purple dragon's powerful neck once more, and purred softly.
"It's my journal," Cynder remarked, her soft, hushed breath running against Spyro's sensitive scales. "It's been with me through everything; from my past to this very moment. I've had it as long as I can remember." The dragon looked at it, the pages where almost all full. It seemed as if the book was given new pages every now and then, this gave it a thick form.
"You've had it before I even knew you?" the dragon asked. Cynder nodded, as her lips were removed from the male, to allow her tongue to frailly flavor him.
"Yeah," Cynder remarked. "I thought I had lost it when you had come to rescue me from the dark. But I found it later; Ignitus had given it to me." She muzzled him warmly as a smile grew upon her face. The purple dragon grinned back in her direction, but something sunk within his chest. He remembered Ignitus and his protective care for both of them. The scarlet, master of fire brought pity in his chest; they should have turned around that day. Spyro's face stiffened as he bit down on his teeth. The bitter image of the dragon's death returned to the purple dragon's memory. Cynder, who pressed her snout to his shoulder, could sense his feel his pain, and frowned.
"You still regret that day, don't you?" the dragoness asked as she kissed the dragon's neck again. Spyro sighed in defeat.
"We lost much that day, including him," the purple dragon stated. "I still hold him very close to me, and feel as if we did wrong to him."
"Spyro," Cynder spoke, her voice soft and kind. "Ignitus did what he had to do. He was willing to sacrifice himself for us, as I am willing sacrifice myself for you." Spyro's eyes turned to her, and noted the seriousness of these words. She was truly ready to give her life for him. "I think he wanted us to prosper, and to live on. He wished for us to not only prosper, but I think he figured we would fall in love." The male dragon turned his body, to face hers. Once more he was relaxed, and filled with a passionate joy. The dragoness was right about everything she had said.
"You know, Cynder," The purple dragon spoke, a grin upon his face. "No matter what you say, I'll be the one to give my life for you, if anything came to happen." The dragoness returned the sly smirk, and pecked him on the cheek.
"We'll see about that," Cynder countered, as her tail moved in excitement. She now grinned back, her face full of lust. "Now," She started "How's about your reward?" That sudden, the dragoness moved her lips towards Spyro's. The male dragon also moved in, and melted into the kiss. A stinging pleasure filled both of them, which caused Cynder to release a pleasing moan. In a matter of moments though, Spyro did something he would have not even expected to do.
The purple male pushed upon the dragoness, as if he wished to bring her on her back. Cynder submitted to Spyro's unspoken request, and fell back. It was now as if the world seized for Spyro and Cynder. Their abdomens met, and their thighs rubbed about each other. The black dragoness broke the kiss, only to allow a long moan to escape her lips. Spyro, on the other hand, moved down now and began to kiss her down the jaw, and to her collarbone. Cynder was thrilled by this new sensation, but gasped the moment Spyro reacted in a more radical way. The male's dragonhood was aroused, and rubbed against her hindquarters. Spyro was not sorry he erected, or was even embarrassed about his reaction this time. He proceeded to kiss her, as he moved down upon the center of her chest. The dragoness' eyes gazed to him, and could not help but to lick her lips.
"Spyro…" She purred out. The male looked up to her with the same lust that had been within Cynder's eyes, only tenfold. He smirked.
"Yes babe?"
"I love you." Spyro smiled as a sign of gratitude.
"I love you, too," Spyro whispered, before he returned to his instinctive foreplay. His muzzle arrived to her abdomen, where he proceeded to lick her scales. Cynder could feel as Spyro's tongue played with her, and moaned softly as a warm shiver ran up her back.
It was now obvious to the dragoness that the male wished to mate with her, but Cynder found it rather surreal. He had been an enemy of hers six years ago. In these times she had held a wish to spill this dragon's blood, rather than give him the most extent form of love. The beast, the enemy of the story, had fallen in love with the hero. No better ending could have been foreseen
Spyro continued to kiss Cynder's warm scales, as he showed a face of great please. The black dragoness smirked in reaction.
"Having fun, kissing my tummy and all?" she asked him. The purple dragon snickered in a lightened way.
"You have no idea how fun this is," Spyro whispered, teasingly, as his warm breath flowed against the dragoness' underbelly. Cynder giggled, and placed her paws upon the male's head.
"Well keep going, I'm not stopping you." The purple dragon continued, as the black dragoness looked away. Her eyes were set upon the surroundings of the room. If this was truly going to be their moment, she was to remember everything. Cynder noticed all: the hay upon the floor, placed as the padding to lie on when you slept; and a window, still decorated with flowers which slowly died within a vase, yet never lost their aroma. The last thing Cynder's eyes scanned were the scrolls and books organized upon the rims of the room. In a way, it was this that truly reminded her who she had been. Her past was formed by discipline, and perfection. There would never be a half done job, or it would be your blood that would be spilled. The dragoness had to keep that discipline, it was drilled into her. Drilled so deeply inside of her, that she even held a need to maintain her room organized to the biggest extent only to manage to hold a sanity of mind.
I will never really fully heal, will I? She thought in putty. Her mind's memories were cut though the she felt the purple dragon once more. Spyro had moved lower, and kissed the dragoness at the edge of her abdomen. Cynder's smile grew back. That's something that includes both of us, the black dragoness concluded. We were never regular dragons. Spyro was born with the curse of having to hold the world on his back; and I was the one to destroy it. Her giggles brought vividness to the room again, kind thoughts, and Spyro was all she needed to remain joyful.
At last, Spyro's paws reached her thighs, and took hold them for support. The male pushed his entire body downwards, looked towards the dragoness' slit. It was moist in anticipation, and oh so tempting. A sudden burst of insecurity nervousness hit Spyro. Now that he was in the verge of this act, he hesitated and wondered if he was truly ready. The dragon looked up to Cynder's face, which was covered with small beads of sweat upon her face; the excitement slowly got to her. The dragoness smiled. "Spyro," she spoke in a seductive, slowed voice. "I'm waiting, and no one's stopping you." The male smiled, as he prepared to take the leap of faith. His lips and tongue began to crave her skin; they wished to taste her in the most passionate and fantasized form ever. Slowly, the dragon descended his head in a move to begin their session, when suddenly…
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Three light knocks where made upon the door. The moment these were made, both dragons could tell who it was: Sparx. The purple dragon eyes shot up to Cynder's face, and gazed to the dragoness with surprise. The female gazed back, quickly, with a look of both surprise, and annoyance.
"Shit," she whispered as she began to move from under the male. Spyro did not hold up any resistance. He removed himself from the dragoness as well, and placed himself aside her. Too soon, the small dragonfly spoke from behind the door.
"Cynder, Spyro, are you two in here?" He spoke in his casual tone. The black dragoness gazed to Spyro with eyes that asked what she should do. Spyro himself made the move for her.
"Yes, we're in here," the purple dragon responded. There was another moment of silence, as if the dragonfly took some time to wonder; until a moment later Spyro's step-brother spoke again.
"What are you two doing in there?" he asked in a tone of suspicion. Spyro glanced to Cynder, as she gazed back to him. The male's love tool was still exposed, so to show Sparx in would have been an unwise decision. Instead, Cynder cropped up a quick excuse.
"We're studying together," Cynder lied, and a weak lie it was. Another silence brought no comfort to the accelerated couple.
"Right," Sparx replied, but sounded rather unconvinced. The dragonfly put his body against the door. "May I come in?" he asked. Cynder looked to Spyro once more, and was relieved to find he was 'tamed.' There was no risk in being caught when the male was in his normal state. The dragoness jumped up to her fours, rather quickly, and moved around the room. She hurriedly searched her organized piles, and pulled several scrolls out of it. After the dragoness had tossed them to Spyro's side, she moved towards the door.
"Sure!" Cynder conceded joyfully. She opened the door, a nervous grin upon her face. As Sparx looked to her, his eye ridges furrowed. By the looks of it, Cynder's smile was raised to beyond natural.
"You two have been studying?" Sparx asked again, further unconvinced; the dragoness to become self aware of her face, and panicked further.
"Oh, this?" the female asked as she pointed to her smile, not a wise decision. "Spyro just told me a funny joke." Sparx gleamed. The attempt that Cynder had made wasn't helping, and it was downright strange to see the dragoness like this. The black dragoness never acted this way, unless nervous. Sparx remembered that day in which she acted alike. The former terror of the skies, only several months after her rescue from the dark, had broken a large ancient pot as she landed through one of the windows that lead to a hall. She was naive, and much too unused to the guardians' kindness. So the dragoness, instead of just having revealed the truth and asked for forgiveness, hid the pot under where she slept. This tactic would have been successful, if Cynder would have not acted in such a form. She spoke in even more of a silence then she usually did before, and when she talked, she did so in a trembling voice. It was not long until she had admitted her wrongdoings, and finally had come to Ignitus' side for forgiveness. This was one of the first times she had discovered the warmth of a good heart, besides Spyro's.
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"I'm sorry master!" she had come to Ignitus that day, fear in her eyes yet a strong and responsible voice. "I broke the ancient pot in the west wing. I ask for forgiveness, and I am ready to take the punishment for my sins." She bowed lowly, but her form shook. It seemed that she was prepared to be brutally beat, but the black dragoness had not known Ignitus well. The large red dragon moved towards the female, and brought his paw up. Cynder cringed, even more prepared to be stricken, but what truly happened surprised her. Rather than a blow, the guardian's hand came down slowly upon her head. He pets the dragoness in a frail form.
"It's okay Cynder," He had said. "Everyone makes mistakes. I've done it myself too."
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The dragoness continued to smile in that nervous way.
"Right…" Sparx responded, not too convinced at all, anymore. The small dragonfly shook his head violently, in a rough attempt to avoid the capture of any crude pictures in his mind. "As I was saying," he continued. "I came here to tell you that Volteer has asked me to you that you need to do some errands." The black dragoness frowned. Could the moment in between Spyro and her be interrupted any worse? She knew that her dragon's step brother was a natural pain, but now it was under a guardians command that they were to be ceased.
"What errands?" Cynder asked, in a complaining tone, practically. Sparx' face loosened, and formed a smile. He was up to something once more.
"What's the hurry?" Sparx commented. "You really have to 'study' with Spyro?" He snickered. Cynder was not amused.
"Sparx…" She warned with a low growl in her voice. "Watch it." The dragonfly snickered at her.
"Relax, Cynder. I know you're with my bro, but I just ask for one thing. Whatever you do, just keep it to yourselves, please." A sly smile remained upon his face, but behind this mask was a show of care for the female. In truth, the dragonfly felt a like for Cynder; she was the thing that was closest to Spyro, besides himself, and drew the dragon's likes towards her. If his brother was happy Sparx was happy, this was to be considered. Of course, the glowing insect would never have stated this out loud. The young dragoness rolled her eyes.
"Deal," she came to an agreement. Cynder looked back as Spyro placed the scrolls aside and rose to his paws, clumsily. He walked to his dragoness' side, and grinned to the two of them.
"So why are you here, Sparx?" the male asked, in his ever calm voice. Sparx looked to him as he remembered why he originally came.
"Right," Sparx spoke. "Cynder needs to go out and do some errands for the guardians." The purple dragon's eyes flickered with nuisance. He too asked why they had to be interrupted to frequently. "Great, Cynder and her fame," Spyro remarked in a tone of humor. The black dragoness laughed, and hit the dragon's head with the blunt side of her tail spade, frailly. Spyro cringed as the blade made contact with his head, and clinked. He could not help but to chuckle as well.
"Oh you," Cynder cooed. "You never seem to stop acting cute!" The male laughed.
"Well it's just who I am." He pecked Cynder on the cheek tenderly. The dragoness received it joyfully, but Sparx was not one that seemed too amused. The dragonfly crossed his arms, and scowled at them.
"Alright, that's enough for the 'cute' scene, but Cynder, you have to get going." The young dragoness fervently cackled, and eyed Spyro's step-brother with taunting eyes.
"Aww, but we haven't gotten to the passionate kissing yet," Cynder announced as she turned to Spyro and planted a small peck on his neck. The dragonfly turned, and put his hand in the direction of the couple, palm open.
"Pass," Sparx asserted. "I'd prefer if you just got your evil butt moving." The dragoness' gaze shot as Sparx, and gleamed. The small glowing insect remained in his position, rather unmoved.
"You know, you're lucky I don't provoke pain on you right now," Cynder scolded, and caused the small dragonfly to back down.
"Geez, no need in going all evil on me," Sparx pointed out. "Let's just get going." The former terror of the skies sighed in defeat.
"Fine, Fine, I'm going," the young female pouted. She turned to Spyro and pecked him on the tip of the nose, this as a symbol of compassion towards him. "Well, I'll see you later, babe." The purple dragon smiled warmly before he returned the kiss to her lips.
"Alright Cyn, just take care for yourself." He thought for a moment. "Hey Sparx, can't I go to with her?" The dragonfly shook his head.
"Naw," He pointed. "Cyril wants you around, just in case he's in need of your assistance." The purple dragon sighed as he remembered that today was one of the busiest days of this week.
Every other week or so, on this very day, the governmental powers, along with the guardian –this including Spyro and Cynder- would hold a public feast. In this dinner, practically anyone in Avalar was invited; so, on this so called 'open feast' the government would listen to the people's voice, and take them into concern. Spyro was needed to set things up.
"Right," the purple dragon was reminded. "'Open Feast'." He expressed tenderness to Cynder once more with a simple caress of muzzles. The young female purred in response to this. "Well then, see you after you come back, If not dinner." The black dragoness moved her muzzle away, and smirked.
"Alright, babe," she spoke. "I'll see you then, and maybe we can even continue what we were doing, but after dinner." She turned away before the male could give her another kiss, feisty. The male glanced to her, seduced; as she walked off in the direction of the halls in seek of the guardians. "Read my journal, if you can," Cynder requested. "I know the little curiosity buggers will get to you, and anyways. It's a good idea that you get a better idea of my past life." The purple dragon smirked at her.
"Alright, Cyn," Spyro called out. "I'll read it." He turned to look at the book inside the room, but had something else in mind. He did have curiosity buggers biting him, but they wished for Cynder more than anything.
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