FSE

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Chapter 12

Four big paws thudded firmly against the rocky soil of the mountain, blood splattered on top of them moments later. The gentle crimson rain quickly turning into a waterfall before finally the reason behind the flow crashed against the ground like a wet bag of thrash.

A bloodied bear's carcass hit the floor soon after.

Danox licked his lips tasting the blood as he examined the thick layer of shadow surrounding his cave, the magical force blocked out the entrance, spreading inside it like a thick spider web, pulsing with its own life. He thrust his claw, the magical web bulged and quivered as if it was real flesh trying to scream in pain, he cut down sharply, slicing a long line across the entire height of the magical barrier just like soldiers do with straps of an annoying armor.

He bit into the carcass, lifting it up before entering the cave, he was quickly embraced by its darkness, the body of the bear painting a carpet of blood behind him.

The cave was unnaturally pitch dark.

He spat out the body, lips stretching into a blood washed smile, flicker of which even could be seen blinking inside this ominous veil.

"Darkness and night are the mothers of thought" he recited, his words greeted only by a gentle, metallic rustle of chains

"But sadly the eyes of the living are not prepared to be embraced by my graceful touch for long, you will ruin your sight otherwise and we both have a need for it still my indignant friend"

His mouth glowed green, he spat a poisonous blob into a ceramic bowl only his onyx eyes could see, the pottery burst with intense green light, wrapping the inside of the cave with the hue of grass.

At the end of this cave laid Capro, chained tightly, his muscular body struggling against the chains, the bond visibly too tight, the metal already burned into parts of his flesh, making some places where the chain bit into the flesh far harder already suppurate. Despite the obvious comfort Capro laid still, his opened eyes staring into the wall as if it would have letters carved on it, telling some fascinating story.

The dragon's front paws and head had enough freedom to move and yet it seemed that Capro had no intentions to do so.

"I see that you behaved my friend, I'm very happy that I didn't have to put a choker on you, the prospect of having your elemental energy drained is a very uncomfortable experience from what I heard. I would never let such irritation to befall on you" he picked a strand of fur from his teeth "For the sake of old partnership, I'm not without gratitude you see"

"Shut up" Capro rumbled, turning his head in disdain towards the dragon and despite his aversion for the dragon his stupid eyes still ran up and down the black body curiously when they spotted that things weren't as they supposed to be.

Which should be the new norm when dealing with Danox, but it seems the fragile mind of simple mortals is not prepared to get accustomed with such things.

Danox' body was covered up and down with deep scratch and bite marks, wounds perfectly matching the size of a bear's paw. It seemed that his prey put up a fight as any respectable predator would and it looked like that Danox didn't seem to be interested in fighting back, letting the animal use him as a toy until it finally got tired.

Capro snorted, turning his head away from the dragon.

"You're pathetic"

The black drake grinned.

"And yet I'm not the one that's chained"

"Don't fool yourself copycat, my lost battle is nothing compared to your loss of dignity"

"Dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away unless it is surrendered"

"Believe what you will jester, but leave me out of it" Capro rattled with his chains, making the whole cave echo "I'm done listening to your preaching"

Danox shook his head in disappointment.

"Is this how you show gratitude? I've brought you food" the eyes flashed with malicious white light "What would your mother say?"

The earth dragon stiffened, the rattle of chains becoming silent in a flash.

Danox smirked.

"Don't you dare mentioning my mother bastard. Your filthy mouth is undeserving of her memory"

Such basic manipulation no longer satisfied him, it was always easy to play on one's fear or anger, both especially potent when they are strongly connected with someone people care most. Usually not worth pursuing, it was far better to see such individuals derail on their own.

With a little suggestion from his side here and there naturally, but who would bother counting that?

Capro was however a different case, he turned on him and it was not because he made him do it, no, the dragon did it on his own, he underestimated his cleverness, he really managed to hold against the Dark and made It whisper what he wanted to hear.

That part though probably would have happened without Capro's nagging.

Still he didn't like getting crossed this way, especially not when they threaten the one's he's interested in. Yes, in this case, the basics will be enough.

"I'm full of respect, this is why I show concern you see? I'm really worried for your deceased mother, I mean, if she watches us now, it must be heartbreaking for her to see her only son beaten, pitiful and chained, having such grand plans, only to see them crumble to dust. Do you think she looks back now and asks herself how is it possible that someone as unworthy of her, someone that was incapable of completing a task every mother should could walk this earth? Taking care of her children, this is a role mother's shine most in and yet here you are, a failure, you think she regrets it on daily basis in the afterlife? It must be very hard for her to look at you"

Capro growled, claws raking over the cold stone of the cave, his entire frame bulged, muscles pumped with blood as if they just went through an extremely strenuous exercise. The chains bit into the green scales harder, the bloodied, dark pustules that surrounded the constantly irritated wounds cracked with a squelching sound , spreading the blackened blood like tar.

Danox observed the dragon with a grin, such rabid fury was nothing interesting, he had seen much of it in his life. Yet he felt some strange admiration for his prisoner, after all he didn't succumb to blind rage, thrashing like a fish, his power demonstrated by raw, static moment.

The chains were big, but they still looked frail in comparison to the bulking frame of the dragon, frame that kept growing consistently bigger with each pumped up muscle. If the world was fair and tedious, allowing only equal creatures to graze the earth, with no magic potential and otherworldly forces wrapping their tentacles, then the emerald dragon would be a force to be reckoned with.

He doubted that he would beat him in a fair, physical fight.

Seeing the infusion happen with his own eyes he believed that Capro would smash his chains if he wanted to, but unfortunately for him, he is unaware, or at least to some degree, that the only thing holding him back is the empty void sucking on his soul.

He had nothing to live for but revenge and right now there was no prospect of accomplishing it after the failed coup.

And this is perhaps why Capro's growls silenced themselves, body relaxing and his frame gently shrinking when all the blood returned to their respective veins.

"I won't give you the satisfaction filth. You are a nobody" the Earth dragon hissed, claws sending sparks as they stretched out roughly across the solid floor

"Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off the goal"

"I don't need your false lecture"

"It was a compliment my friend" Danox kicked the corpse closer to the lying drake "And here is your reward"

"I don't want anything from you"

"I'm afraid that your options are limited, you either consume now or share the meat with the flies later. Nothing else is coming for a while my friend. Ignus won't be coming for now and I..." he licked his lips, still savoring Hope's taste from his mouth "I have some matters that require my attention"

Capro snorted, chains rattling as if they would be amused by his reaction.

"Your attention? You hardly move your ass to shit"

"My views on certain matters had... evolved, the food I brought you was originally a sign of my gratitude, you managed to expand my perspective"

The angered eyes of the earth dragon turned at the black drake, despite the emptiness of his black eyes he could still notice the spark of uncertainty and regret in them.

He burst in laughter at the sight.

"Did you just realize what a fool you are? Where is your control now jester?"

"It is still there, the knowledge of the Future is a formidable weapon"

Capro laughed even harder, the low rumbling voice shook the walls of the cave

Danox made a step back, looking around, for a second undecided if there was a cave-in happening or if the Dark Realms are spreading their jaws.

"I can't believe it, still an idiot. You are as defenseless as a wingless bird!"

"I must say you are in a very joyful mood, I'm starting to reconsider my generosity. Maybe you don't need any food at all"

"Stop this arrogant act you pathetic spawn of a whore" Capro snarled, all the humor gone, replaced by disgusted wrinkles, even the chains seemed to support his anger, bristling on the body like irritated, metallic snakes

"You have no knowledge or weapon. Future no longer exists, it was gone the moment you put your dirty paw on this soil. I can't believe you are so blind, to think I followed you, listened to you, luckily I opened my eyes to the signs, you will never do this, your limitations won't allow you. You are a cripple pulled by strings you have no control over, all you can do is to tug back, both actions require effort and you will tire eventually and then" he spread his lips, presenting deadly fangs "I will rip you to pieces, wherever that will be"

Shadows embraced his body, he was hardly irritated by taunts, yet there was something about Capro's words that made him feel uncomfortable. He spent enough time with the primitive force to look past the curtain Life is wrapped in, it was a strange experience, something that never happened to him before.

He was confronted and insulted by someone equal.

Who knew enough of the truth to be considered dangerous, someone who's promises aren't empty words cast on the wind.

But then again was it really like so? What can a mundane dragon like that know, he can pretend all he wants but out of the two of them he was the one who was on this world longer. There is a Future to avert, some things already happened as they should, others didn't but it is of no matter, Time always interfered when it shouldn't, he already got used to the obstacles it throws at him.

Not this time, this time he will be the one setting the rules of this charade. He got here to do just that and whatever nonsense the dragons spurts from his mouth is irrelevant, what can he know if he never ever lived through a single Cycle?

The shadows surrounding him danced around his flesh, poking him consistently, like fingers tapping against a chin thoughtfully.

He didn't even know when his paw rose to scratch his neck.

If it's so irrelevant then why he can't get Capro's laughter out of his head?

"Eat" Danox grumbled, shadows slinking back into his scales "I will return soon"

"I don't want you to return at all"

"You do" the black drake leaned down, planting a kiss on top of the chained drake's head

Capro lashed out with his fangs, snarling like a hungry Death Hound, his saliva riddled fangs heading for the gold scaled neck.

And then suddenly breath was kicked out of his lungs, he felt as if his insides were squeezed together, each vulnerable organ punched by its individual, massive fist. Only the tips managed to dig into the scales before the painful groan pulled him back.

The chains on his body burned with dark flames.

"Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime" Danox cooed, hovering his pierced neck above the thrashing dragon's head

He pressed the scales around the fang marks, droplets of blood pushed from the holes, falling directly onto Capro's tongue.

The huge body bulged again, thrusting into the magically infused chains like they were merely uncomfortable twigs, red tongue lapping at the blood that dripped over it.

Capro growled.

The blood was as cold as the bitch that murdered his mother.

"I have something you want" Danox pushed back, sliding a toe against the bloodied throat, scooping up the crimson droplets, sucking on the clawed toe with a smile "Behave and you will have it"

"How long?" the earth dragon thrust his claws into the rocky floor, hissing through the pain, the ground cracked under the pressure of the claws, spitting out green splashes of magical flame like a recently dug up well does water.

"Where are you going?" the deep voice wavered in the throat, each letter pronounced with a different tone

"To a place where it all should start, to Boven"

"Not long then"

"Not long" Danox looked up into the sky, observing the patterns of the slowly appearing stars, some already looked familiar

"Not long at all"

*

The door to Iris' hospital room closed softly.

Closed.

Not broke, not cracked, not slammed.

Closed.

That went surprisingly well.

It developed beyond his expectations honestly, while he was aware what value the medallion must have had for Iris, he never believed he would see her so docile. The change of her behavior was a spectacle of its own and while important, it was not meant for him to explore.

He had a thought that it was reserved for Flare.

The important detail for him laid elsewhere, he could see real agony in Iris' eyes, even among all the shades of hate and anger, it was this hate that poisoned her heart, something that he wasn't sure that can be healed.

But it definitely could be treated.

And they managed to do that, by improvising, by being good and respectful, as simple as that.

And it felt amazing, making him feel as if he would be standing on clouds.

Many would calm him a fool, a weakling that tolerates a dragoness that tried to kill the one he loved, many would say that he she treat her as thrash after that, never giving second chances. But how he could do such a thing when he was the one that killed Flare, the same Flare that Iris most likely sentenced to death when the horde of those wretched monsters chased them out.

It might be something selfish here deciding the rhythm of his thoughts, after all he was a murderer himself, if he wouldn't let Iris redeem herself then how else could he forgive himself?

Even if it was something personal in the end, he didn't care, whatever Iris did was not dictated by raw evil. It might not be the most reasonable of explanations, but it worked for him, good will triumphed today and if Ignitus watches over him now, he was sure that the red dragon would be proud that he remembered his lessons and carried in his heart the lessons given by dragonfly parents.

And this is all that mattered.

He was doing the good thing, he believed it with his whole heart, besides if he was uncertain there is a special black dragoness out there who knows how to tune in to the beats and tell him with whole certainty what his heart thinks about his actions.

"Cynder!" Spyro balked when suddenly a ball of flame rushed in front of his nose, one such fiery tendril he could swear purposely poked his nose

"Ooof!" Flare glued himself to the black dragoness in an instant, drawing her into the tightest of hugs

His body was burning so intensely that each of his flaming parts was stretched out to immense sizes, the yellowish tips of his wings so long that they curled against the ceiling.

He was hot as the Belt of Fire.

At first she wanted to push back, a squeal was building up in her throat that would announce her agony to the entire world, but then Flare's cheek arrived, rubbing against her own and in that moment she realized that he wasn't blazing hot in the first place. It was her oversensitive body that confused the surprising warmth with the touch of a volcano's magma.

The loving rub of his cheek was enough though to redirect the warmth to more emotional state, she no longer wanted to scream, the building up squeal morphing into a weak moan.

She melted into his embrace, his weight the only thing holding her upright.

Flare didn't seem to mind, confidently staying on his two back paws, his modest muscles clearly infused by emotions as well, giving them unnatural strength.

Spyro's wide eyes rose from the bottom of the red dragon's paws to the very ceiling, he was completely awestruck by the size of the flames, it reminded him of the place where Diazen led them in the Boven portal, the difference being in the emotion, while that cave was nothing but intimidating, the flames stretching against the walls of this corridor were simply breathtakingly beautiful.

Spark after spark broke from the lines of flames, falling down gently like colorful snow, he trailed one such magical petal, watching it closely as it swayed from left to right until finally landing on top of his nose. The world around him turned into a blur when his eyeballs fixated onto the spark, a smile full of childish dreams stretching the lips.

Cynder also indulged into the innocent game, her paw reaching past Flare's body, gleaming eyes darting from one falling spark to the other while the paw tried to scoop them up. They were too small to catch, sleeping between her toes every time, each of them however sent a numbing, warm tingle across her body, the sensation together with Flare's palpable joy was so addicting that her paw kept moving on its own, even if the mind sent already the command that it was enough.

"Damn Flare, this is so cool" Spyro giggled when another spark slid down the tip of his nose, tickling the nostril, making him sneeze

"I know!" he squeezed the girl tighter, pressing his cheek strongly against the black one. It bent the dark lips, making some teeth stick out and piece of the tongue roll through the opening in one of the cutest bleps

"Cynder is healthy!"

"Yes, this too" he met the eyes of his mate, they exchanged loving smiles between themselves "But I mean all this fire show. Really impressive"

Flare looked around, eyes blinking quickly several times as if surprised themselves by what is happening.

"Ohh, right" he pushed away from the hug, looking around, examining the walls and his own body, he was surprised just as they were

"It never got so big before"

Cynder waved her paw dismissively.

"It's nothing, I got this effect on guys"

Spyro shook his head incredulously.

She winced when the tone of her uncalled for joke rang back, while untactful she still giggled at her primitive humor, even though the embarrassment painted her cheeks in soft red.

"You make all guys grow big?" Flare mumbled, mouth agape he kept turning around, mesmerized by the tentacles of flames swishing against the walls

The oblivious question stole a snort from the magenta throat.

"What Cynder so eloquently meant" Spyro threw the girl a meaningful glance "Is that we are really surprised by your flames, they are so bright and stretch all along the ceiling. You must be really happy"

"You think it has anything to do with happiness?"

"Come on Flare, don't tell me you didn't notice. You had to realize at some point that what your feelings are projected by your flames. You have to be overjoyed for them to be so big as they are"

Flare cocked his head, eyes jumping from one fiery line to the other, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't recall the moment when those flames were his emotions, he didn't really know how one could be connected with the other to begin with. To him his flames were always there, a part of the Beast that sometimes is obedient enough to listen to him.

Now when he thinks about it, the Beast was silent for quite some time now.

He didn't notice that either, so it was quite possible that he never noticed his flames reacting to his life decisions either.

"I never paid much attention to it" he slapped his stretched out fiery wing, the vibrations his move caused stole a soft chuckle from him "In the prison I didn't have much time to think or watch, usually I just wanted to sleep and forget about everything. Screaming and grunting gets really irritating at some point"

He struck the blazing extensions again, chuckling innocently.

Cynder and Spyro exchanged nervous glances, the dragoness could spot guilt in the purple dragon's eyes, Flare's answer struck him right in the heart and he felt terrible about scratching old wounds. The sadness was biting into her sensitive soul as well, she could feel it spreading like infection.

"Look at him" she whispered lovingly, each spoken letter stinging her heart, each pulse silently begging her mate to divert his attention and occupy thoughts with something pleasant

Spyro heard her and turned his eyes towards Flare, the guilt vanishing with a blink of an eye, Cynder's lips exhaling a full of relief sigh. Despite the admission of his rather past memories Flare acted as if nothing had happened, in fact he was more engrossed by the recently found out connection than he ever was by reminding himself of his traumatic experience.

He was really like a child, easily distracted, while not a sought for trait in such a dangerous world this time he was glad that the fire dragon could take his mind off the past turbulences. It made him feel proud in a way, he fought hard to divert Cynder from her path of self-destruction that simply seeing someone else bouncing back from trauma felt like a personal accomplishment, didn't matter if he put a claw to this or not.

But then again, could he so easily discard the thought that perhaps there was a moment where he directed Flare on the right path? After all Flare didn't try to hide his disgust for purple scale, and yet now it was gone, or at least dormant enough to not interfere.

Sometimes he believed that Ignitus was right when he said that the influence of a purple dragon work in the most mysterious of ways, sometimes even remaining invisible to the one holding purple as the color of his scales.

Whatever the case may be Flare didn't lie, his childish fascination confirming his words, he really acted as if he paid no attention to it.

"It's so awesome!" Flare suddenly roared, happiness making him spring all around, the fiery blades lashing against the walls like whips

Seeing them bouncing like that made him only laugh harder.

"Just don't burn the place down, please Flare" Cynder winced, as pretty as the snow of sparks was she couldn't simply ignore the danger, especially when Flare already almost torched the place when he got over excited after seeing her

"I have it under control" he stopped his prancing, suddenly lost in thought, the black slits in his yellow eyes shrinking to thin threads

He froze, as if paralyzed.

Both Cynder and Spyro exchanged dumbfounded glances, surprised by the drake's unexpected seriousness.

"I have it under control" Flare repeated quietly as if chanting, his focused intently eyes trailing the floating tendrils of flames as if they were veins leading to the heart he could never see before.

Startled eyes jumped between his two friends, slits in the eyeballs pulsating, unable to find focus.

He had control over it.

"The Beast is silent" he announced, no matter how many times he glanced at his friends they didn't seem to gain any understanding of his unexpected shock

Finally the slits pulsed, all of the burning tendrils twisted, bending down towards Spyro, the surprising jerk of all the fiery blades caught the purple dragon unaware, making him shield himself behind a wing instinctively, expecting the tentacles to soon stab him with their scorching touch.

However their descent came to an abrupt spot right before they were about to touch him, dangling like flowers on a calm wind.

They moved only when he glances through his winged shield, this time moving gently, with absolutely no aggression. Spyro could barely feel their warm touch if not for the numbers, he doubted that their glide over scale could be discerned from a touch of a feather.

The tentacles were probing him, sliding under the shoulders, grazing the belly and twisting the tail, one even made slaloms in between his fins, with all the red and yellow lines sliding against him he looked like a noodle.

Flare cocked his head, eyes flaring up.

"There are no more worms" Flare drilled his eyes into Spyro as if seeing him there for the very first time

The purple drake stood stiff, toes tapping nervously, while Flare for quite some time didn't show aggression towards him, having all these fiery whips wrapping themselves around him like snakes was far from comfortable, especially if he wasn't sure if he should become defensive and show that there is still a some bad blood in their relationship, or simply ignore all of it and accept Flare's unusual behavior as normal.

"Whatcha doin Flare?" Spyro asked, pretending as best as he could to be relaxed yet his eyes kept rolling in the eyeballs, following the tentacles

"Nothing" the tentacles slid back striking walls and ceiling once more, friendly smile stretched the red, draconic lips

"What did miss nice cheetah say? You can join us an everything?" Flare changed topic quickly, tone normal just like the previous conversation didn't happen at all. However despite the fleeting interest of a child both dragons still managed to catch some tiny detail that stood out from the rest.

Flare was insistent, the curiosity about his friend's health was caused not only because of his friendly nature, it had a personal goal to it as well, something that was hard to catch when Flare acts all juvenile all the time.

Like the suggestion of a trickster showing a trick, a mental manipulation that is wrapped so subtly that it seems to be normal.

Psychopathic.

Such barely noticeable tugs was what made probably Malefor so innocent when he was young, perfectly hiding his true intentions.

The desire Flare showed by wanting to hear the answer was so strong that Cynder felt her tongue being pulled.

"I-I'm great, Amela actually let me go to do as I please, as long as I'm careful"

"Cool!" the fiery body pulsed with more intense light, flashing the entire corridor in bright red "We can go find Iris' mother together then!"

"Oh?" Cynder cocked her head, eyeing Spyro intently "So that didn't change after your visit?"

Spyro chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah, it went quite well. Iris was very...acceptable, all things considered"

Cynder squinted her eyes, tail swishing in irritation, her special condition making her sweat instantly as the first pulses of irritation raked across her spine. Even though Spyro acted all jealous, in reality it was her who she be afraid of anyone getting in between them, people can hardly stomach her while Spyro is a dream come true for many females, a girl as beautiful as Iris would have no troubles seducing him if she wanted.

Spyro would never betray her, she knew that, but her possessive nature simply did not allow her to feel safe when the aspect of her happiness could be motivated to turn his gaze away from her, even if by accident. The perspective of it so much more depressing now when she could basically shiver because the moment her own breath touches her.

The purple drake noticed her stare and the sting in his heart explained it quite well what she meant by it, nevertheless he withstood it, there was his own determination at stake here, his own identity.

"We gotta do this Cyn"

The dragoness opened her mouth.

"Flare, is it?"

A strong voice made the black mouth clamp shut.

The flames sunk back into the red body when every dragon turned towards the sound.

At the end of the corridor stood Cyril.

"Volteer requires your presence, said it's urgent"

Flare scratched his mane in confusion.

"But we weren't supposed to play with the books today"

Cyril licked his lips, a small puff of ice squeezing through the corner of the lips, even though it was a clear sign of building irritation the Guardian maintained his peace of mind.

As surprising as it was when it came to Cyril.

"I have no knowledge on what your meetings were focused on. We were asked to keep our eyes open for you and direct you his way when you will be found"

"And you agreed to be someone's errand boy, just like that?" Cynder's eyes rose in surprise

"I do what I wish girl" the ice dragon grumbled, this moment was enough to tell that under all this act Cyril remained true to his arrogant nature "I won't be explaining my actions to anyone"

"Fine, sorry" the dragoness raised her paws defensively

Flare's body pulsed, trying to dim yet unable to in the end, the heart full joy still too strong to let any discomfort take the reign.

"I dunno, can I come later?"

Cyril shrugged.

"Naturally, if Cloudas' distress means nothing to you then I suppose you can let your friend suffer a bit more. I was told your magical nature can be helpful in treating his condition"

The flames sparkled.

"Cloudas is in trouble? A friend?" he looked at Spyro and Cynder hopefully "Is Cloudas our friend?"

"Yes" the purple drake confirmed almost instantly, deciding that there was no point in trying to explain how it works, Flare's definition of a friend is a rather primitive one, interesting creatures that don't want to hurt him already fall in that category

He simply had a feeling that Flare would feel bad if he was convinced to stay idle, Cloudas definitely falls into the category of interesting like Cynder does, and the recent events showed clearly just how important connection to such individuals is important for Flare's well-being.

The fiery wings stretched out, forming a pair of prolonged horns, each a road along which Flare's thoughts traveled.

"I gotta help my friends" he grinned, eyes sparkling with hope "Maybe it will go as good as with Iris? See you later guys!" he sped up to the Guardian's side, tail wagging excitedly

"Spyro, Cynder" the ice dragon nodded coldly and disappeared with the fiery dragon from both young dragons sight

"What was that about?" Cynder scratched her choker

"Pretty weird for Cyril to pop up here, following orders no less" Spyro looked down the corridor, blinking, still unsure if he wasn't seeing things

"You think he got clubbed in the head one too many times and had a change of heart?"

"Doubt it, ice dragons like him rarely change"

"Still some do from what I heard from you guys, the thing with Iris really went that well?"

"It did, but it's not important right now" he buried his concerned eyes into his mate "How did it go with Amela? Kinda surprised you were faster than us"

"It went...." The paw intensified the scratching against the choker when the memories stirred another sensitive wave of guilt and relief "...good, considering that I had a flashback from which I learned that I ruined Amela's life. The big bad me attacked her village, she was one of the young prisoners, very feisty, the old me didn't like that very much. I...Amela was pregnant, I made her lose her child and made sure that she won't be able to carry another one ever again"

Spyro swallowed hard, the gulp that stung his throat felt like a sharp rock.

"Oh crap"

"Yeah" Cynder looked up, right at the irritating light of one of the torches, above it could still be visible sparkling, fiery lines of happiness left by Flare "Creep didn't lie about protecting me by keeping my memories away"

"How did Amela react when you found out the truth?"

She let out a short chuckle.

"Normally, she knew the day was coming, she knew who I was and she accepted me. This is why I'm not a crying mess right now, actually I feel like I would be standing on a cloud, hard to say if it is a good thing though, I can jump up as easily as I can fall"

"Then I don't get it"

"What you don't understand? Instead of choking me, Amela hugged me"

Spyro shook his head.

"No, no. I mean I don't get from what Creep was trying to protect you"

"Didn't you listen? I made Amela's life miserable. She's like a mother to me Spyro"

"Did you really? I mean look, I get it, it is really bad considering how much you respect Amela, but I never heard her complaining. Of course you could blame it on age, time heals wounds after all, even still though I really doubt she would hold back when we visited her for the very first time, she could do anything to you and instead she healed you like every other patient. Cynder, Amela knew who you were from the start, she forgave you a long time ago, she treats you as her own daughter and as every loving mother she never mentioned the ugly past in fear of hurting you. So what exactly was Creep protecting you from?"

Cynder looked down, deep in focus.

"Guilt? Spyro shrugged "There's no place for it when one side already lives past it, I'm sorry for saying this, but the Evil Cynder did far more terrible things than maiming a young girl and yet you still smile. If that didn't beat you up, how can forgiveness? This is not a nightmare Cynder, this is closure"

Her saddened in shame eyes widened, the emerald colored pupils shining brightly, Spyro's words casting all the troublesome emotions away leaving only void of pure logic behind. Logic that could say only one thing.

By the Ancestors he was right.

This terrible revelation was no catastrophe, it was exactly as Spyro said, Amela had no reasons to hate her since she already got accustomed with her presence long before she realized that they had met somewhere in the past. There was no danger as it turned out, the little shock of blame was worth it in the end, after closure settled the reminiscence of this ugly phase only strengthened her affection towards the cheetah.

Made her more determined to make sure that their future relationship will circle around nothing but love and safety. The first especially since after finding out the truth her love for the healer only grew stronger.

Where was the danger Creep tried to shield her from?

"I didn't look at it this way" she raised her head, offering Spyro the most sweetest of smiles "Thank you"

Spyro choked on his tongue, trying to force a similar smile od his own. Cynder was radiant, her emerald gems showering him with sparks of gratitude and affectionate fever, the last time he saw her gleaming like that was when he finally admitted his feelings for her.

She was unbearably cute.

The sight of his breathtaking mate drew his memories back to Iris, to the peculiar, dazing aura surrounding her, her adoring closeness with Flare, the shy, romantic sympathy intoxicating his senses.

How cute she was when she plucked her feathers.

How impossibly cute.

The longing that was triggered by that sight hit him like a rock when he gazed into the radiant green eyes of the love of his life, he could feel himself melting, desiring nothing else but to be close to her.

Whatever the cost.

He strode towards her confidently, locking his lips with hers.

"Mmmpffhh!" a grunting protest rumbled from the black throat when Cynder's eyes widened in surprise and fear

Her entire body flaming up, reaching a very painful level of anxiety, alarm warning that they will get caught.

Spyro didn't care, gripping her shoulder he pressed her into the kiss harder, his lips caressing her lustfully.

She didn't even know when she moaned.

The heat turned into a blissful, stinging wave, making her tremble.

She didn't care anymore as well.

She returned the kiss, nearly falling over when the sensation of their bond rushed over her sensitive soul, nothing remained of the world but Spyro and his irresistible lips. She hungered for them greatly, deaf to the purrs and whimpers she was letting out, wanting more and more of the kiss.

She was losing her breath quickly.

And then Spyro pulled out, she bit into his lips as they pulled out and the moment they slapped into place her entire frame started to wobble. The world became a dizzy mess, head was spinning and yet despite it all she smiled as if she would be drugged, feeling entirely numb and impossibly warm.

"What was that for?" she slurred with a giggle

"I love you Cynder, very much" he nuzzled her, fangs clicking against her choker

She gasped, tail standing on end as a bolt of pleasure paralyzed her. Heart was beating so hard in her chest that its thuds echoed inside her skull.

He growled lustfully, eyes taking in her figure from the neck down, drooling over every curve.

His tongue touched her neck, Cynder slapped her paw against her mouth to muffle a whimper. The passionate aura he felt in Iris' room moved over the two of them, intoxicating him.

He licked her succulent neckline, each beaten path making her tremble wildly.

"I must show you how much, let me please" he gripped her thigh, making her jump with a wavering yip "I owe you something" he purred into her ear hole

Cynder's mind was a haze, her whole body developing its own beating heart Spyro's paw groping her flesh making her hungry more for his touch, her burning, sensitive body shouting at her that without him close she would wither.

She could feel his attractive good willed spirit running a finger along her spine.

The idol of Good in this world begging her to accept him.

She couldn't say no to such an invitation.

"Where?" she moaned into the nearby wall, her hot breath riddled with green, almost melting the paint away

Spyro grinned, tugging at her tail with his own as he made her sprint after him, stomachs clenched, heads pounding with passionate tensions of two young mates.

The aura that made him long for his mate followed them eagerly, letting more heat behind than Flare's burning wings could only dream of producing.

*

Fire was heating up Spyro's cheeks when he gave the corridor in the City Hall one final look, for the last time begging the Universe and each divine being for peace, hoping with all his might that there won't be anyone following them up to his room. The stares people were giving Cyn were bad and really fishy, but he didn't care right now, not now, please let there be no worries, he only wants to focus on Cynder.

No more distractions.

Pleaseeeee.

Seconds passed that felt like an eternity, prolonged only by his mate's claws pinching his tail teasingly.

The corridor remained empty for the duration of the never-ending seconds.

He whimpered in happiness.

Cynder tugged at his tail, licking his rump.

Spyro slid back swiftly, falling for the invitation, he slammed the door shut, rising up the door to lock the small window at the top that serves as an entry point for the dragonflies before returning to the floor and turning the key twice in the keyhole to set the lock in place and double protect it from unwanted entry.

He turned, pressing against Cynder instantly, their lips locking in a passionate struggle, he couldn't hold back, desiring more and more of her, each kiss, each taste and breath fueling his need more, unable to satisfy his craving.

Wanting more and more of her.

His constant pressure pushed Cynder against the closet, the furniture rattled loudly after the smack. This obstacle did not stop Spyro's lust, he devoured her and kept moving forward still, making Cynder stretch up as she raised on her hind legs, pressing the back against the wobbling closet.

Always running away.

He climbed the wood, rising on back paws as well as he kept on advancing, one paw landing on the magenta chest, giving it a tender shove. The closet rattled, her body didn't move, leg did not straighten up, there was no place.

She was his.

Her heart must have realized it too, speeding up its pace to such a degree that his paw began to throb to the rhythm.

She moaned loudly.

His tail made a swish, paw clenching over her soft, sexy chest, stealing a lustful growl from his throat.

What a wonderful sound that was.

Steam whizzed from her ear holes when she could feel his passion burning her flesh, feel it in every demanding kiss, in every grope. He was strong and confident in his desire, so protectively lustful that it only twisted the haze clouding her mind already into more hardened knots.

His entire body tensed, muscles flexing, the warmth of his body embracing her, making want it more and more. She latched onto his shoulders, gripping the flexed orbs as hard as she could, pulling at his tongue hungrily as they struggled inside their locked mouths to satisfy its partner.

She kicked her back paws up, leaping up, twisting her waist forward, wrapping her hind legs around his waist, claws on her draconic feet latching onto the fins for a better grip, her entire weight in his embrace.

Spyro growled passionately when he felt her locked legs pulling him closer, Cynder showing her independent nature even in such position was beyond attractive. Paw slipped from her chest, smacking against her butt, clenching over the round cheek there, making the voluptuous flesh splash fully against his grip.

Another paw joined the first one on the second butt cheek, filling itself with her shape to the brim before giving her a small hike up. Cynder giggled into their locked mouths, her legs locking a bit higher than the waist, locking in place two fins higher.

Purple paw slid from one of the butt cheeks, wrapping itself around the back and pressing her belly tighter against his own, the rub of her scales against his own made his knees weak, despite that he managed to muster enough strength to pry his mate off the closet, the move making them both laugh while their lips kept caressing each other without a break.

Cynder tucked her tail, keeping her blade away from his striding legs, he carried her over the room, kissing more vigorously with each made step, both of them did not mind the discomfort their continuously smiling mouths put against their struggling tongues.

Spyro was like a giant striding over a tiny village, each step relatively small, but each leaving a print deep enough to last several lifetimes. He reached the bed eventually, springing on top of it with his mate in his arms.

Their mouths finally parted when the fall made them both laugh hysterically, their bodies floating on the springing soft mattress as it adjusted itself to their combined weight. Spyro pushed himself up, giving his taxed spine the long deserved stretch, bones cracking in his neck, tail stiffening when the relaxing bolt of numbness reached his lower part.

When he looked down on from his position his heart stopped beating.

Cynder laid below him, her magnificent eyes looking up at him with loving reverence, melting his soul, turning it into the most sweetest of pulps, its delicious taste painting his lips, making him pant. Her gleaming sight a perfect sea he wanted to drown in.

And this wasn't all.

The cute flush painting her draconic face was too cute to be ignored, his sight lingered there for a while before continuing down, taking her slender shape in. He examined each part intently, her stretched out neck, soft and undulating as it swallowed bulge after bulge of saliva, the sight making him moan as it brought his memories back to the night in the hospital.

Her underbelly and sides, perfectly toned, with ideal proportions, as inviting as strong, heaving passionately, leaping quickly for breath after breath, he could hear it letting out soft whines, the sound making his stomach curl.

Her forelegs, bent up in a pleading pose of a hatchling begging for food, scales without flaw, ideally aligned, ideally gentle, making him wish for nothing else but to drown his snout into their loving touch.

Her raised up thighs with draconic feet kicked up, the thighs round and sensual, attention stealing, teasingly provocative as if only asking to be touched and promising that there won't be any regrets afterwards. The feet tender, the pattern of scales barely visible there, making the surface sensually pleasing to look at, smooth and inviting, the softness of her back paws just asking to be admired.

All of it topped with a swishing black tail that swayed in perfectly coordinated happy motion of his own.

His amethyst gaze returned to the emerald sea, giving the body below another admiring gaze before locking with the loving, green eyes.

She was perfect, he couldn't believe that she was real.

Cynder laughed at the sight of his longing stare that looked as if it wanted to burn holes into her.

"What?" she purred, biting onto her claw, her racing heart waiting for the one obvious answer

"You're divine" he moaned, thrusting his paws forward to caress her flanks

Cynder hissed loudly, her back arching when bolts of immense pleasure shocked her every nerve

Spyro's paw moved to touch the chest, a rumble echoing in his throat, a craving lustful desire to taste all of her. His head dived, trapping the black lips into another passionate kiss, his paws never ceasing their caress. Her flesh jerking and twisting under his touch as if the claws would electrocute her.

One paw raised, claws gently provoking the piece of exposed throat, his touch there stealing a long whimper from Cynder. Black paws slammed against the back of his neck while the hind ones locked themselves around his waist. Pleasure overwhelmed her, crashing suddenly against her with the strength of a sea wave hitting a rockslide.

Her palpable urge and craving for his attention only made him more determined in his kissing and touching. His lips put more pressure into the black mouth, inviting the spreading black ones, while the paw continued its caress, exploring more of her sensitive throat.

A claw managed to slip past the choker, grazing a scale hidden there.

"Shiit!" Cynder cried out, eyes bulging as she broke from the kiss, hugging her mate tightly, her whole body on fire, thighs throbbing, wave of pleasure smashing the rockslide, letting streams of bliss inside, the heat made her pant heavily, tongue pumping up and down.

Her body quaked, already shaken by the increasing in strength favorite zaps, the world was a blur, a blissful blur, while the wave of pleasure was unexpected, it excited her beyond relief, urging her to pursue.

She couldn't think of anything else, she wanted Spyro to push her harder towards the heat.

Her scream, as beautiful as it was threw him off guard, he froze in place, rising every claw away from her.

"Cynder? Are you okay?"

"Go on" she gasped

He touched her again making her purr, yet his touch was delicate, unsure, as enticing as her plea was he was still afraid that he's doing something wrong.

"Please Spyro" she whined a pitiful beg, kissing him all over the snout in search of his lips

There was no confusion in her determination, she wanted him to continue out of her own free will, her confident kisses ensuring him that everything is in the right order. When the black lips eventually found hers, pushing them into another loving struggle he sensed all of her desire, all of her comfort the shivers running across her projecting even through her tongue.

Everything was good, he was sure of that now, and she was asking him bo make things great.

He can't deny the wishes of his lover.

Paws returned to her body, the gentle pressure applied to her throat and underbelly pushed her back onto the sheets, even though the lock of her legs remained wrapped against him. He traveled across her body, enjoying greatly the feeling of her heaving chest as he touched her each raise emphasizing the softness of her feminine figure, each huff down filling his palm with her curves.

This only strengthen his exploration of her throat, over here making him want to repay her for the sensuality her belly is offering him.

Cynder panted heavier and heavier with each second, every click he made against her choker drawing an electric pulse from her. It was blissfully pleasurable at first, but the constant, increasing clicks were filling her with sexual frustration, the choker a cage for her building up pulse of electrical shock.

Her loins were burning, stomach curled so much as if wanting to vomit, holding back an unimaginable force of bliss.

"Take it off" she whined into his mouth, tightening the grip around him

His paw immediately began working at the choker, tugging and clicking against it, making him slip a claw here and there, grazing over more of the oversensitive, unexplored yet scales. She quivered more widely, the building up electrical pressure crashing against the blockage a release hidden behind the choker.

She began to whine regularly, breath hacking, this sound stirred Spyro further, now he worked with both paws on the choker, neither finding the magical slide that would release it.

Spyro growled as if feeling her raised sexual frustration, angered that he could not free her of it.

She groaned loudly, the constant tugs at the choker whipped her with painful pulses, ache calmed down by the short straws of bliss slipping through, the held back pleasure was taunting her, driving her insane.

She couldn't take it any longer.

Her paws slapped the purple ones away in an instant finding the lock and clicking it, the bracelet slid from her throat, completely exposing her throat. Paws immediately returned to the purple head before the amethyst eyes could take in the sight fully. She pulled Spyro's head right into her hungry throat, smacking his wet lips against the scales.

She trembled uncontrollably, the wave of bliss flushing her.

Tongue slid from his mouth, touching her neck.

It was enough.

A ball of heavenly electricity quaked her entire frame.

"Fuuuuuck!" Cynder howled her pleasure away, the rocking motion tensing her arching frame, her claws digging deep into the purple scales, scratching and drawing blood

Surprised Spyro pushed back, the sudden pain whacking away the cloud of lust, he observed his thrashing mate, her arched, quivering body tense, mouth locked in a silent scream, claws scratching at him fervently, unable to find a grip.

The realization that she just came from only kisses silenced the pain away.

Stirring a powerful sense of pride.

With each her twist his heartbeat increased, watching her spreading mouth into a wide grin was all the applause he needed, a strong, arrogant feeling of accomplishment embraced him, he never felt so confident before as he did now.

He couldn't get his eyes off of her.

The electrical paralyze faded away eventually, making Cynder drop flat on the bed with a heavy gasp, her body hacking short breaths as she tried to laugh, eyes locked dreamily and wide smile nearly slicing her snout apart.

Spyro listened with great pleasure to her rapid panting, heart pounding after the show, he had seen many pretty sights in his life, but he doubted that there is one out there that could top the sight of a climaxing girl, especially if she was your mate.

The sexual scent that hung in the air was intoxicating his senses, making him crave to push her over the edge again.

"You came after this?" he grinned

"Oversensitive, r-remember?" she giggled a hacking laugh, each whimpering sound interrupted by a quick inhale "That was intense" she exhaled deeply with a laugh, wiping the sweat from her brow

"You want me to stop?"

"Ancestors!" she cupped his snout, clouded eyes gazing right into his "Don't you dare"

Lustful torches flared up in the amethyst eyes.

Spyro flicked his tongue across her nose, making her tilt her head with a giggle, paws sliding from his draconic face. He immediately took advantage of the opening, diving at her throat, licking and kissing her vulnerable area.

Cynder moaned, arching her frame, both paws clenching tightly against the gold horns, the pleading back legs formed the lock against the purple waist once more, toes curling tightly, black tail finding that of its partner, wrapping around it in a strong hug.

He purred when he felt her body pressing against him, each muscle pushing him closer, that craving making him put more effort into his caress, making him more and more hungry for the taste of her body.

And she tasted wonderful.

He couldn't get enough of her, painting the entire length of her neck with his kisses, pieces of her scales glistening with his saliva, each tremble he she projected on him only doubled his efforts. He was so excited that it hurt, waist weak from all the additional heavy weight it must carry.

He slid down onto her chest, Cynder whimpered as she held her breath, flesh sinking, he did not allow it to be left alone however, glued lips following them closely into their descent.

She was unbelievably soft.

He couldn't resist the temptation, putting weight on her flanks he began massaging her sides while his mouth worked itself around in circles against her fit figure, each round pushing him a little more down.

She groaned loudly, releasing the held back breath in one, hacking exhale, she could feel herself melting again, the aura of affection clouding her mind that she could see nothing besides small, red hearts floating all around. The shocking pulses stealing her strength, lock of her hind legs opened itself to his gentle nudges, forelegs giving away, falling numbly to the sides.

Spyro caught one during its fall, holding it aloft while he kissed his way up her draconic arm, she laughed a cheerful moan, finding his bestowment of chivalrous admiration blissful and funny, the pleasure caused by his respect and excitement rolled the tongue out of the black mouth.

He was so caring.

His lips reached her palm, kissing it reverently before he finally pressed his cheek against it, rubbing his scales against her palm. The nuzzle making him purr loudly.

Her heavy eyelids opened, gazing upon the adorable snout of her caring mate, heart exploding at the sight of his respectful nuzzle, his dreamy expression as he rubbed his scales against her palm was far more exciting than any sexual stimulation. Her figure vibrated at the lone sensation of his palpable respect for her, the heavy smell of gratitude hanging in the air speaking of her willingness to accept him. His pride that he was there for him and plea for her to remain at his side forever.

His goddess.

Tears glistened in her eyes, this sudden sense of melting emotion was far more shocking than any pulse of orgasm. She cupped his head, leaning forward she invited Spyro into a long, full of gratefulness and comfort kiss, for several seconds there the sexual tension was put on the shelf, opening the stage only for the bond of two soul mates.

Pure, respectful love.

She was his, the only thing she wanted now if for him to keep reminding her just how much it means to him.

The paw that still avoided the touch of his lips started to scratch him tenderly, faster and quicker, asking him to notice its presence.

Spyro understood the signs, ungluing his lips from the black ones he aimed them at the black palm, claws of which pinched his nose as they curled in pleasure. Her head fell down onto the sheets with a fervent whine, claw grazing her moist lips seductively, every now and then a fang taking a nip.

Her stomach starting to flush with passionate fire, the blazing ball of electricity already vibrating through her once more.

Spyro didn't left a spot alone, bestowing the second foreleg with the same amount of affection as he did the first until returning to the magenta underbelly once more. He slid down, pulling himself up on his back legs when his tongue caught the curved shape of her thigh. His paw working on the outside flesh, trailing the tattoos there while his lips climbed up the inner side, each beaten centimeter making him growl passionately as more of her round, slender flesh filled his lips and touch.

His mouth eventually reached the ankle, climbing on top of the tender and smooth draconic feet, sitting on his hunches his forelegs had easy access to her shapely butt, exploring and squeezing the thighs from every side. His crotch aching painfully from the lack of taste of this lustful aura.

Cynder's legs started to pump steadily when ripples of pleasure began to ravage her frame again, she slammed her teeth against the claw, biting onto it hard as she hissed another full of bliss whimper, her breath becoming short and rapid with each caressed scale on her thighs and each kiss Spyro planted on her foot.

Spyro made sure that his kisses admired the entire surface of her soft foot, toes stretching and curling alternately, letting his tongue touch spots that couldn't be caressed in another way. He made his way up to the tows, returning back the moment he touched the claw, kissing his way down the way he came before sliding down the side and giving the leg a seductive nip as his claws dug into her round butt.

Cynder yelped in ecstasy, the touch of his fangs on her sensitive paw made her legs kick, with a whimper and moan in one her body flaring up to the edge, pushing her sensual tension practically to the brink, to that exciting and frustrating barrier that just needs one final shove to be broken.

He did not have to climb down to reach the other foot, she offered it to him willingly, rubbing his cheek invitingly. He took the offer willingly, feeling her shake terribly as he bestowed her other back paw with the same amount of affection, her visibly approaching climax making him more determined in his caress, he licked and kissed the other paw deeply, making sure that his praise for her would reach every possible spot.

Cynder kept whimpering, legs squeezing and relaxing alternately, shock blissful pulses paralyzing the nerves.

It was so unbelievably exciting that he couldn't think of nothing else but to push her over the edge again. He jumped down from the foot, pressing the tips of his teeth as he slid down, tips of which scratched the vulnerable scale with provocative, sexual irritation, a new sensation that only made his mate thrash from side to side.

She was close, very close, he just needs to let the ecstasy out and his incorruptible determination to satisfy his mate guided him perfectly.

He bit into the inside of her round thigh.

It was enough.

Cynder cried out, whining and growling her pleasure into the ceiling, paw she bit into slammed against her forehead, throbbing uncontrollably like the rest of her body as she rode her orgasm out. Spyro growled proudly at the sensation, this time being close to all of it, having his teeth locked over the thigh, tasting her pleasure as Cynder succumbed to her sexual explosion.

His head was empty, letting all the thoughts out and filling itself with pure longing, the second orgasm made him crave her even more, he wanted to taste her, feel her everywhere.

He was so turned on that he could think of nothing else but the seductive figure he pushes into the spasms. He couldn't wait for her body to calm down, he dived between her legs, splashing his hot tongue against her feminine folds, parting the excited lips with a hungry slurp, savoring each bit of her taste that she offered.

Cynder arched her frame, eyes bulging out when she felt Spyro licking the place responsible for all of this, she was oversensitive from the beginning, but now after two strong climaxes, her crotch was beyond any bounds of irritation, she could feel his tongue running over her completely as if he would be licking her from the inside as well.

Her paws slammed against the bed, clenching the sheets roughly, tugging at them as she arched her back, moaning in constant, short spasms.

The sound she was making was beautiful.

His hips made an instinctive thrust, mind clouded by lust, the smell of ecstasy making the world spin, purple paws gripped her thighs, claws burying into her flesh as he gave in to the addiction, licking her up and down with long, needy slurps.

Cynder moaned and whimpered, her body rocked by surges of bliss and pain, pulses of the second growing more stronger with each flick of his craving tongue. She winced, biting on her lips roughly, letting out a long hiss of irritation through the lips when her oversensitive flesh were hurled from one side to the other, from pleasure to pain, each collision with the latter silencing the first more and more.

Spyro kept lapping at her hungrily, greatly enjoying how she felt and how much pleasure he must be giving her.

He couldn't be more wrong.

And when he sucked at her vulnerable folds she decided to clarify it all to him.

"Spyro!" Cynder screamed, both her paws landing on his head and pushing him away "Slow down!" a hiss escaped through her clenched teeth

His eyes widened at the sound of her cry, he immediately felt guilty and stupid, lust thrown out of the window, the pressure on his head was more painful than any wound he received during the years, of all the creatures in this world she couldn't be the one that wants to keep him at distance.

His heart wouldn't take it.

He did not give in to her push, determined to correct his mistake.

He started to plant soft, apologetic kisses all around her inviting entrance, paws massaging the thighs while his lips occasionally bouncing up to her round butt, giving the slender flesh there a tender smooch.

Her body fell on the ground, her breath calming down, even though the pressure still remained on his head he could feel it waning under his continuous, caring ministrations.

His paws stretched through her smooth underbelly, greatly enjoying the feeling of her seductive scales underneath, his claws raking and squeezing the flesh delicately while his mouth returned to her sex area, he splashed his tongue wide along her, sliding slowly up along her wet and inviting lips.

The pressure was gone.

Cynder moaned.

The moment her paws withdrew to grip his on her belly his tail made a triumphant swing before giving the black one there a comforting hug.

He didn't know what he was doing, yet her supporting grip on his tail and paws was all the applause he needed, lack of any experience countered by honest determination to satisfy his mate, to make her feel worthy. A little bit of imagination also having a role to play in this, charging him with enough passion to follow the moves the girls made during the dream he had in the cave all that time ago.

When he heard her whimper after another long lick he knew that he was doing a great job, he himself getting more into all this pleasing, never believing that pleasuring Cynder with tongue only could be so satisfying.

The satisfaction fueling his own desire to taste and explore further, just to check if he can draw more of the sweet sound. Every lick at the bottom making him dip into her a little more, the taste splashing over his mouth inviting him farther in, he couldn't be more thankful for it and to repay his welcoming mate for the invitation he started kissing her along her tender lips he so caringly took care of, accompanied by her wonderful noises of bliss.

Lips eventually sucked at the bud at the top.

Cynder groaned loudly, body tensing in his grip, both her paws slamming against the bed to tear on the sheets. The feeling of her flesh filling his palm made him growl in pleasure, he couldn't resist to slide his paws along the beautiful flesh, exploring it greedily.

She trembled, her scent intoxicating his senses, once again his lust filled mind clouded with thoughts of tasting and claiming her. When he kissed his way down her caressed vulva he could feel just how welcoming it was, the dip he made into her with the tip of his tongue was enough to for his thoughts to start running amok.

He snuck his tongue inside her hungrily, unable to contain himself any longer.

Cynder punched the bed several times as she gasped in bliss, toes curling and forelegs flapping about as they finished their strikes, gripping Spyro, herself and the sheets alternately. Wave of pleasure overwhelmed her, no matter how many times it already wrecked her nerves, another such burst of heavenly electricity felt stronger than the last, she could barely catch her breath due to all this shaking.

Spyro tasted her hungrily, twirling his draconic tongue inside, one paw pinned the restless black tail as it wiggled chaotically while the other held her by the waist, allowing him to drive deeper into her. Every spasm making him more aroused, each jerk of his mate making her so much more sweeter.

A few more pumps of his tongue were enough to provoke another sexual explosion.

Cynder cried out again, feeling as if she just exhaled her very soul, her paws dragged the sheets up roughly until the irritated material finally snapped under the pressure. Ravaged by short spasms, she thrust the ruined material into her mouth, muffling her continuous spasms.

Spyro kept savoring his mate during her climax, moaning passionately as he tasted the spoils of his victory, he was burning from the inside, with selfish pride and uncontrollable lust to mate with his lover, he couldn't think of anything else but slipping inside her. First though he filled himself with the addicting sounds of pleasure she made, the lapping tongue in her clenching insides making Cynder twitch wherever he wanted, with great difficulty he waited her orgasm out, horny beyond any means, feeling as if he was about to be done before it even started for him.

He withdrew from her slowly, dragging behind a rope of her fluids before flicking his red tongue back inside his lips, licking up his mouth he gathered the last ounces of her sweet taste.

Cynder's snout was red with passion, her lips spread into a blissful smile, the clouded by haze green eyes met his and he couldn't see anything in them but a deep begging for him to claim her.

He flipped her over, immediately pressing his wet tongue to the base of her tail and licking his way up while his paws wrapped themselves around her waist and lifted her hips up, supporting her shaking legs. She trembled and tensed as his tongue climbed, wings fluttered open with sharp jerks and black tail automatically flicked itself away, opening its owner to the purple body on top completely.

Cynder whimper and tensed when Spyro's tongue jumped from the spine to the neck, climbing up the sensitive area until it bounced onto the black cheek, he kissed his way to her mouth, she immediately turned her head to lock his lips with hers into a deep, full of affection kiss.

He rubbed against her, making her whine pleadingly.

He nuzzled her, gave her hips one final jerk before slipping inside her, slowly stretching her perfect, warm confines until he buried his knot inside. Both of them gasped loudly, Cynder's eyes bulged, mouth opened in a silent scream while he crunched his eyelids tightly shut, wincing in struggle.

The built up passion that nearly gave him a heart attack by this point and Cynder being so extremely welcoming drove him to the edge in an instant, he held back with all his might to not end before it all had begun.

He withdrew back, moaning when he freed himself from her clutches, panting heavily with tongue rolled out and dripping wet, recovering stamina as quickly as he could.

Cynder pressed his head against his, nuzzling and purring affectionately.

He could not keep her waiting, entering eagerly again, her warmth driving him mad, he released the tension against her draconic face, returning the affectionate nuzzle. Cynder began to kiss him, quickly, sharply, needy, wanting more and more.

He caught her lips, with all the passion he could muster offering her all the certainty that he heard her. Wanting exactly the same.

He climbed back up her snout, teeth griping one of the back, white horns giving it a tender tug, arching Cynder's moaning head back. He pressed on her shoulder, nudging the front of her body lower onto the sheets, she stretched forward, griping the sheets tightly, her wobbling legs desperately trying to lock themselves in place.

He pulled back and with one sharp thrust slapped his hips against her curved shapes.

She yipped,, the short, whimpering sound broken by the sound of another sexual clap.

Spyro grunted loudly into her held in his teeth horn, the building up ecstatic pressure in his loins was hard to control, painful even, held back only by his determination to focus on the pleasures of his mate.

He smacked against her rump again and again, slowly but making sure he scratches every spot on his way. His mate's moans and whines together with her trembling and sliding waist that he had to correct almost every time after each smack was all the evidence he needed to know that he was fulfilling his task of pleasuring his loved one ideally.

Cynder cried out when her body was rocked back and forth by Spyro's determined hips, one sexual clap hitting a spot where the sensitivity wasn't yet irritated. He got into a steady, slow rhythm that instead of being pure lust created a sense of care and protection, with every fiber of her being she knew that her satisfaction was the main goal here.

This feeling of protection was what pumped up the sense of ecstasy beyond any limit, his grunting and heavy breathing body on top of her holding back its own bliss, focusing only on her, it all made her world spin even more than it already did. Giving birth to an unquenchable desire to dive more into this warm embrace of security and worthiness.

She parted her mouth, jaw trembling like her legs, yet she managed to keep it open, wincing as Spyro thrust in her steadily, one such clap making her rock forward more than. She clamped her teeth over the sheets, dragging them up as she lifted her body, stretching forward she splayed her front toes in the air while pushing her hips back, following Spyro's retreating ones.

Both of them moaned loudly when her butt slapped against his gold scales, keeping the throbbing penetrating her mating tool inside. Her wings fluttered with sharp jerks, regularly struck by pleasurable bolts of electricity.

Spyro's tongue dropped from his opened mouth, dripping saliva on top of the slender and impossibly sexy arched body underneath him, she felt absolutely fantastic and the way she hungrily thrust her hips into him made him lose his mind. The free paw trailed her tensed back, landing eventually on her shaped butt cheek, squeezing it tightly he kept her in place while renewing his thrusts, a little faster and shorter, her wonderful rump not giving him enough space to pull back.

Cynder didn't mind, speeding up the sexual claps even further by pushing just a little more, making the thrusts more shallow. She only craved to feel him inside her, to know that he was there and the shortened pumping was exactly what she needed.

The scales on her kissed by his hips butt vibrated, sending pulses throughout her whole body, making her tense with each pulse. Pulse triggered by Spyro's unending plunges.

The bed creaked under her growing shivers.

His paw moved from her waist, her eagerness assuring him of stability, the recently freed paw groped the other butt cheek, giving the curvy flesh a lustful caress, her shapely buttocks stealing a prolonged snarl from him as they filled his palm.

He was lost in bliss, Cynder took advantage of it, lustfully pumping against him when her flesh in his paws stopped his hips for a second. He grimaced strongly, her body, in and out felt divine, the sensation only emphasized by her hungrily smacking butt against him.

He opened his strained eyes, passionately observing her wiggling figure as she rocked back and forth, her feminine muscles glistening alluringly, every curve provoking, he couldn't hold himself, he had to feel every scale of her.

Spyro pushed the butt away as Cynder withdrew for another pump, popping out of her he leaned forward, dropping his weight, pinning her stretched body to the bed while wrapping his forelegs tightly around her heaving chest. He thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt into the raised in the air rump.

Cynder cried out into the sheets, scream muffled by the sheets in her mouth when the different angle of penetration reached a spot that was never touched before, her oversensitivity throwing her over the edge again.

He lifted his shaking mate from the bed, throwing his body at the wall, his back smacking against it roughly, dropping down a nearby painting from the wall. He dived below her titled backwards chin, blowing breath after breath of hold steam onto her neck, he bent his legs, Cynder's hind ones clenching tightly over his back ones while one of the front ones wrapped itself around his sweating head and the other clenched against the one purple paw holding her chest.

The other slid down, teasing the sensitive clitoris when Spyro began to thrust into his mate lustfully.

Cynder's head titled back completely, tongue lolling out of her mouth when her body was once more pushed into the electrical cage of pleasure, her numb toes wanted to get a hold of Spyro's head but they kept slipping under his determined drives, he was mating with her with a quick, hungry pace full of stamina while she was a barely breathing wreck.

Her feet shook on top of his legs, claws trying to find a hold, slipping constantly under his sexual assault.

His paws, together with his working member was stealing the last remnants of breath from her, she was no longer sure if the steam puffing from her wet mouth was her steaming breath or her spirit.

Spyro grunted louder and louder, tendrils of magical energy whizzing from his nose, tickling her neck. He was red from effort.

In pain.

He wanted to please her, to pay his debt to the fullest like the sweet fool he is, unable to tell that he paid it full several times already. The sting of frustration she sensed made her feel guilty, in her haze she forgot that mating should be a pleasure for both.

She had enough of it already, barely feeling her body.

She waited for her paw to slide from his head, under the constant thrusts it didn't take long for it to happen, she lifted his chin, offering him a weak, loving kiss, full of gratefulness.

Spyro's eyes bulged, his racing heart shattering into pieces, each shard yelling a tune of joy that was far more exciting than any physical teasing. His paws slammed against Cynder's hips, pushing her down onto his thickening member.

With a growl he bit into her neck, letting out a long snarl as his hips bucked steadily, emptying his sexual pressure into his mate. He grunted a long, rough sound of relief when he flooded her with his seed, the climax extremely tiring and fulfilling.

Cynder's head fell so back down that her neck cracked, the hanging tongue reached past her chin, dangling like a red noodle, she was moaning in complete bliss, her belly filled by pleasant warmth.

Spyro gasped loudly when his climax was over, his head draping over Cynder's shoulder, paws limply stretching along her hips, he felt as if he would spurt out his whole soul with that orgasm.

Both lovers panted heavily, their chests heaving in unison, both thirsty and out of breath. Butterflies twirling in both stomachs.

"Whoa" he managed to utter, his tongue barely forming the letters

"Whoa" Cynder repeated, her voice hardly breaking through all the panting

His tired eyes gazed down their locked bodies.

"You want me to...?"

"Stay" she gave him a weak, approving pat on the head "It's perfect"

He smiled dreamily, pressing his head to her chest to tighten the hug, black paw dropped on his nose, one toe rubbing the length of his smile.

Behind the magenta chest he heard the steady, thankful rhythm of her heart, relaxing as the most beautiful of lullabies.

He sighed, content.

The thumping relaxing and drawing him into a heavenly cloud of affectionate comfort.

It was a wonderful sound.

He will make sure that this heart will keep beating at least to the day when he draws his last breath. And if Fate will be merciful enough maybe it will grant them a future where this heartbeat could spread its charm on more souls than his alone.

A small wish for happiness, away from troubles and close to family.

Yes.

Like in Cynder's arms now.

Yes.

This is perfect.