Author's Note -
Ugh... Here comes the dreaded sex scene. It absolutely pained me to write this, and I've been putting it off for this very reason. I'll have you know that I do not enjoy nor take pleasure out of writing about fictional dragons getting it on. It actually disgusts me. But it was only fitting for this chapter, really.
I was originally going to do this with Flame the Dragon, but I realised it'd be a little out of character for him. The dragon in this chapter isn't actually an OC – he appeared as an egg in Year of the Dragon, and I figured he should be around Ember's age by now – but he doesn't actually say anything, which meant that I was free to build upon his personality with only the restrictions of his name and what he looked like to hold me back. :)
Hope you enjoy, guys. And I mean the chapter, not the lemons! :S
Ten Ways to Kill Ember
Chapter Three
Death by Hanging
My head hurts.
No more alcohol for me. Not fucking ever. My head feels like someone is repeatedly stamping on it whilst wearing high heels; my teeth are so rotten with alcohol they feel like they are coated in fur; and my throat...
Ugh. Dehydration.
I need water.
I stagger out of my bed; a plush, velvety cushion. My paws sink deep into the red fabric. By the ancestors – I can't even remember the last time before now that I slept in a proper bed. I've been living in a little squat of a cave for so long, away from civilisation... away from harm. It's lucky that Ember – fuck knows how that stupid bitch found my hideout – hasn't told anyone where I live, or else I'd have an angry mob at my door in an instant, like the last time and the time before that.
Ember...
Smack!
I walk straight into a wall.
Focus, Cynder. Water. Walk.
It takes me what seems like forever to find the kitchen. I stumble wearily through corridor after corridor, every bone in my body urging me to get back to bed and sleep but my mind telling me that I'll feel even worse if I don't drink. I don't think I've ever been inside a house before; I've always lived in the Temple, or a cave or someplace sheltered outside, and it feels strange to walk in a place that isn't as open as I'm used to. I can't believe that people would live in somewhere so big yet so enclosed, with four walls around you and room after room littered with worthless shit like pictures and plants.
I find the kitchen at last. Ember is there, tampering with a stove of some sort, but I ignore her and instead lurch to the sink. Standing on my hind paws I gulp down the water straight from the tap, then turn back to Ember. She's now breathing fire into the little stove, though they're nothing more than little embers, really. I lick my lips and stare at her through narrowed eyes.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Making waffles," she replies. "I can't get this dumb stove to work. Can you, like, breath some fire in it for me? I was never good at fire-breathing in school."
"No, I meant what are you doing here, in a stranger's kitchen?" I look at her suspiciously, my head suddenly bursting with questions. "Where the fuck are we, Ember? And what happened last night?"
The pink dragon smiles. "Charlie is no stranger."
"Charlie? Who the fuck is Charlie?"
"Oh, just some dragon who I met at the club last night," she says casually, giving up on trying to light the stove.
I squint, trying to remember the events of last night: heat and light, drink and drugs. Fauns – and a lot of them. A stocky, red-headed bartender; a group of grey faun girls; and then a faun girl on her own, with blue-green eyes and chestnut hair, smoking a cigarette and handing me a batch of little crystals.
Fauns, and satyrs.
But no dragons.
"Ember," I say, "we were the only dragons at the club last night. Magma Cone is for fauns only. They only let us in because you flaunted your body, you stupid slut."
She rolls her eyes as if I'm the stupid one. "Of course there were dragons at the club last night, Cynder; you were just too drunk to notice them. That's partly how we ended up here." She giggles. "You and I were so smashed that they were going to, like, take us to a hospital or something, but Charlie said that he was with us and because he was a dragon too, they believed him and let him take us home!"
By the fucking ancestors.
"Ember," I growl, my voice low and hoarse from my hangover, "are you a complete and utter moron? We were drunk, stoned and headed for a stranger's house, and you speak as if that was a good thing! I bet he's a fucking dragon elder!"
"Who's a dragon elder?" says an unfamiliar voice.
At that moment a green dragon appears. I breathe a sigh of relief when I spot that he's not much older than us two; then I realise that this dragon might not even be the 'Charlie' that Ember spoke of, and stiffen.
"Who are you?" I ask him cautiously.
"Name's Charcoal," he yawns, "but everyone calls me Charlie." He arches his back in a stretch, then peers at me. "And you are...?"
"Cynder," I say dryly, "but everyone calls me the Terror of the Skies. Don't worry," I add when I see his expression change, "I won't kill you as long as you let me sleep off this hangover in peace, and don't tell anyone else that I'm here."
He nods and I slink out of the room. As I leave, I here Ember's high-pitched voice squeak, "So, do you wanna, like, titfuck me? I won't mind if you get it all over my face."
X
BANG. BANG. BANG.
That noise is awfully familiar.
X
"I'm home, Spyro! Sorry I'm late; I had to help this hatchling who'd lost his mama in the city..."
BANG. BANG. BANG.
What is that?
"Spyro?" I call uncertainly, my voice echoing throughout the stone walls of the Temple. "Is that you?"
I walk towards the place the noise is coming from. I'm curious as to what I might find, but a small niggle in the back of my mind tells me that I already know.
Push open the door.
Creep ever-so-silently around the corner.
And find Spyro having sex with an unfamiliar pink dragon.
Something inside me snaps. I can feel a dark fury coming on; a fury I haven't felt since Malefor corrupted me before we fought him in his lair. The black flames hide my heart, threaten to engulf me in their darkness and anger.
And for the first time ever, I welcome it.
"What the fuck is going on, Spyro?" I snarl, marching over. His jaws open slightly to speak, but I cut him off. "Actually, don't bother trying to explain; it's clear enough what's going on here. It's clear enough, Spyro, that you are an arrogant, lying, cheating piece of scum."
Before he has a chance to reply I whip around to face the pink dragon, tail lashing in rage.
"And you," I hiss, "who the fuck are you?"
I look her up and down through narrowed eyes. She's a pretty little dragon – a few years younger than myself, I should think – with big blue eyes surrounded by long black lashes. Her body, unlike my thin build, is plump and curvaceous. A golden heart-shaped necklace hangs from her elegant neck. Her mouth – her small, sweet little mouth that was probably around Spyro's dick a few minutes ago – curls into a smirk, like a naughty schoolgirl who has just been caught doing something she shouldn't by the teachers. She's either extremely dumb, or extremely brave.
"Hi," she says. "I'm Ember."
I grab her by her necklace and hurl her face-first into the door, sending it open. She stumbles forward before catching herself on the rim of the Vision Pool. Her snout hovers inches above the surface.
Before she can get up I'm onto her. Bring my tail up; slam it down with extraordinary force. Hit the back of her head, forcing her face into the water. She shatters her reflection into a million pieces when she breaks the water, which is how my heart feels right now, except I'm not one of those girls who cry and grieve over the broken shards. I'm one of those girls that will pick up a shard and stab whoever is responsible.
She begins to struggle. Three bubbles rise to the surface, one by one. I hold her head down by my claws for a little while longer, then haul her out of the water suddenly. She opens her mouth to take a deep breath; as she does so I thrust her head back into the water, feeling a surge of satisfaction when I hear her snout crack against the bottom of the pool.
"Cynder!" Spyro shouts, dashing in. "Stop!"
He's obviously been to fetch the Guardians because Terrador, Volteer and Cyril all come running in behind him, looks of horror on their faces. I ignore them, though; continue to slam Ember's face in the pool. The water begins to turn from blue-green to red-brown.
Her pain is all that I can think about, even when Spyro knocks me away and the Guardians seize me, struggling to hold me down.
I struggle less and less. Their faces turn to colourful blurs – pink, purple, green, yellow, blue. The dream morphs and twists and warps until it is not my dream anymore.
Not my memory.
X
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Mmm...?
BANG. BANG, BANG.
Shut up. Go away.
BANG, BANG, BANG.
"Do you mind keeping the fucking noise down?" I yell, irritated that I had been rudely awoken by my dream. It was a good dream, too. Can't quite remember what it was; just that it was good. Actually, I think it might have been...
BANG, BANG, BANG.
Fuck.
I rise up out of my nest, stretching each leg in turn. Light filters through the window, bathing the room in a warm orange glow and telling me that I've slept until late afternoon. I slink out of the room, making no sound save for the scratch of my claws against the wooden floorboards, though even that is hardly audible with the loud banging sound echoing throughout the house. It sounds as if someone is being bludgeoned with a hammer.
Please let that someone be Ember, I think, then regret my words.
I wanted to bludgeon Ember with a hammer, not leave it to some random dragon she met at a club.
I locate the sound of the noise and find that it's coming from the kitchen. I open the door slowly, bracing myself, expecting to see gallons of blood strewn across the floor and dripping from the walls, and what has been left of poor, bludgeoned Ember.
I don't, though. I see two dragons fucking on the kitchen table. Two of the table legs are slightly wobbly, and the edge of the table bashes into the wall with every thrust.
Ew. People eat off of there.
I'm just about to turn around and walk right out of the house when Ember spots me.
"Oh, hi, Cynder!" she gasps between moans.
Shit.
I turn around. "Hi," I mumble through gritted teeth.
"You're up!"
"Well done for stating the obvious, powderpuff. I was asleep until you woke me up with all that banging."
"I know, right?" Ember grins. "We've been banging, like, all day!"
"I meant the banging noise, you stupid whore..."
Charlie stops thrusting. Ember pauses for a second, and then her eyes light up. "I have an idea!" she squeaks excitedly. "We should have, like, a threesome!"
No way, slut, I think, then suddenly have an idea. Why, it's so cunning and crafty, I don't know why I didn't think of it before. It's a way to kill Ember whilst making it look accidental.
Trying to look sexy, I lower my eyelids and puff my chest out, just like Ember does whenever she sees a male coming her way. "What a great idea," I purr in a throaty voice.
Charlie looks a little perturbed as if wondering whether it's a good idea to have sex with the Black Dragon Cynder, but his worries are soon forgotten when I run my long, sinuous tail saucily over my body and expose to him my pussy.
Ember cheers.
"So... How exactly is this going to work?" I ask. "There are two of us and only one of him..."
"Don't worry," Charlie pipes up. "I'm exhausted. I love lesbian, though, so I think I'll just sit here and watch..."
Almost nervously I lay on my back as Ember commands me to. It feels strange; usually I'm always the one in control, but now it's Ember who is dominant. It doesn't feel... right. Ember notices that I've tensed up and tells me to relax. I do so, inwardly cursing myself for displaying weakness in front of her. But even so, I feel scared.
I feel Ember's paws move slowly down my blood-red underbelly until they reach the sensitive scales around my slit. Her claws slide over it, and for some reason my cunt is dripping wet. What the fuck? She moves her front toes up so that they touch my clitoris. And then, ever so gently, she presses on it.
"Oh!" I yelp as pleasure rockets up my spine, then snap my jaws shut. I did not mean to just do that!
But as Ember moves her front claw in circular motions over the fleshy bump, my pleasure mounts and it becomes harder and harder to control my moans. What is this? I mated with Spyro plenty a time, and I never felt pleasure like this. But then again, he never touched my clitoris. It was always the same old thing; him on top. I might say that sex with him was boring, but I suppose I never really knew any different at that time.
Ember continues to rub my clit, and the pleasure intensifies. It feels as if a lightning bolt is shooting up my spine. Just as the pleasure is about to overlap into a feeling of ecstasy, she stops. I let out a small growl. "What have you stopped for? Keep on going, slut."
"Oh, you!" she giggles. "I never knew you liked to talk filthy in bed. Wait until you feel this!"
Then the pink dragon gently slides her claw into my wet slit.
I flick my tail impatiently as she moves her front toe in and out of me. It feels a bit like sex with Spyro, except her claw is much smaller. But then with her other paw she rubs my clit again, and my pleasure instantly mounts. It feels even better than last time. Every time she pushes her claw in, the feeling intensifies. It's amazing.
The pleasure increases until I feel faint. I gasp and squirm, lost in a world of bliss, and the feeling gets so strong I feel just about ready to explode. But before I can Ember stops once again.
The pink dragon grins and winks. "Hold on, Cynder. I've got one last trick up my sleeve."
I wait to see what else she can do with her paws, but to my surprise she instead moves her head forwards. She plants a trail of kisses across my jaw, down my neck, working her way down until I can feel her hot breath against my pussy. Teasingly, she nips softly at my clit, giving me a sudden spasm of pleasure.
It's driving me fucking mad. I can't take it anymore. Frustrated, I grab her head and shove it down there.
Fuck.
Wow.
Whatever she's doing down there, she's fucking good at it. Shockwaves of pleasure surge through my body. My moans become louder, uncontrollable. I lean my head back as I reach my limit. Enormous waves of pleasure crash over me; my moans fill the whole house; I writhe as spasms fill my body, each sensation weaker than the last.
Charlie jizzes.
I pant, trying to get my breath back and figure out what the fuck just happened. I've never had a feeling like that when mating with Spyro. It's the best thing I've ever felt. I want to feel it again, but when I touch my clit again, I feel not pleasure, but numbness. All the pleasure and arousal, it seems, has leaked out of me alongside the clear, sticky liquid that has ran down from my cunt and soaked the table.
Satisfied, I roll onto my belly to go, completely forgotten my original motive, but Ember taps me with a wet, juice-covered claw.
"Um, Cynder? You haven't finished me off yet," she giggles.
Oh, yes. I remember now. I was going to kill her. I feel almost reluctant about it now, though. Why murder her if she's capable of making me feel like that? Hm, might keep her as a sex slave instead.
But I don't feel aroused anymore, and I'm not sure how to do what she just did to me anyway, so I revert back to my original plan. "I had a slightly different idea," I smile. "Are you into sex games?"
Ember nods, excited.
"Good. I have this particular fantasy, you see: I've always wanted to tie up a hot chick like you and hang her from the ceiling. Then..." I lower my eyelids. "I can do whatever I want to you, and you can't do a thing back."
Ember's eyes light up. "That sounds fun!"
"Sure does," Charlie grunts from the corner. "I think I can have another round. Shall I go and get some rope?"
"I'll get it," I say.
X
After a few minutes, my beautiful deathtrap has been completed. I read in the newspaper all the time about people who have died like this, and if I can convince the public that Ember accidentally died in a hardcore sex game then I can kill two birds with one stone by eliminating the annoying pink powderpuff and then walking free after it.
The pink dragon herself is hanging by her neck from a rope, tied to a chandelier on the ceiling. Like a dog on a lead, I think, which seems appropriate considering who Ember is. She's standing on her hind legs on a table so she can't suffocate to death, but it also means that she can't move around. She has to stand still and take my beatings or risk suffocating to death.
I don't understand what sane dragon would agree to this, but I suppose it's the thrill of it – knowing that you might die, but you won't. Well, that's what she thinks. I'll just play around with her for a bit before I decide to knock the little table away.
I tease her for a bit, running my tail along her clit. It does look quite erotic, her suspended there...
Wait, what the fuck am I thinking? I'm turning into Ember.
I begin to turn nasty, whipping Ember with my tail and scratching her. Charlie groans from the corner. They think it's aggressive passion. Ha.
Thwack.
That one is for stealing my boyfriend.
Thump.
That one is for messing up my life.
Slash.
That one is for being an annoying little whore in general.
I beat her for a bit more before the game begins to get tiring. I just want to kill her now. I lick my lips with the anticipation. Just think – I'll be able to kill her and I won't be jailed for it. And if no-one believes me, I'll have Charlie as a witness to tell the public that it was all a tragic accident.
I give her one last hit, then whip around suddenly.
My tail sweeps the floor in a circular motion, hitting the table legs and brushing the table swiftly from under her. With no table to stand on, Ember drops. But the rope is short. There is a loud crack as the rope swiftly closes around Ember's neck. Her head lolls as she is suspended just inches above the floor.
Dead and hung.
Now that is a sight to make my pussy wet.
But just as I am about to relish in my glory, Charlie rushes forwards.
"No! Ember!"
As quick as a flash, the green dragon slices through the rope. Ember drops in a heap to the floor, her head bent at an awkward angle.
Charlie darts over to her and bends over her, his front legs working furiously. I sit there, smiling. It's too late, you stupid fool. She's dead.
"It's a good thing they taught me first-aid at school!" Charlie breathes. He grabs hold of Ember's beautiful face. I will him to dig his claws into it, to crush her head and mash it into a thousand pieces, but instead he lurches it to the side. Ember's head gives another almighty crack as he pulls it back into places, like the sound that's made when you crack your knuckles but louder. "Thank the ancestors her neck was just dislocated! Just think, Cynder, if you'd cut that rope an inch shorter it would have snapped her backbone and killed her!"
One inch.
I was one measly fucking inch to killing her.
It's like giving a kid a lollipop, and then snatching it away again.
I think I'm going to cry.
Author's Note -
Sorry for the wait, guys. But like I said, I really didn't want to write this. But I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless.
Next chapter they'll be doing a job for Malefor. I already have an idea for how Ember can die, but if you have any better ideas, please don't hesitate to let me know!
Scarlet x