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Chapter one, Cinder of power.

"That purple dragon, that damned purple dragon," she growled to herself. Spyro has ruined the last of her plans. Angerly, she growled when slamming Ignitus' unconscious body into the magical holds that she prepared in one of the castle's tower's just for this case. Spyro might have saved Terrador from her clutches, but she now had the dragon to finish the plans. He had the last essence she had to drain before she could free her dark master. Trough as she slammed the last of the clamps in place, something in her wanted her to take the power for herself. It should not be too hard to do. It would be like absorbing a healing crystal.

She shook herself from the thought, to betray her master like that... trough she looked longingly at the crystal while Ignitus woken from his slumber.

"Cynder...." He growled softly; she expected more anger in his voice. What she heard was more pity than anything else. "Don't do this." He pleads with her.

Cynder gave a most devious grin at him. Oh, how she wished she had a bit more time, but alas, she did not know how long Spyro would take to reach her castle, so best to be done fast.

"Oh, but I will" she traced a claw along his body before starting the enchantment that would drain his essence in the crystal she prepared. It was such a shame, she loved breaking the other guardians. They all wanted something and besides, when she wanted dragon company, they were the only once besides Malefor who could give that, even when they did not want to see her. Pleasure was not her only motive trough. As she positioned the crystal, she had to make extra sure that the harvest would go well. An unwilling subject would make the magic a bit more unstable. She only hoped this would not bite her in the butt.

"Cynder, please, you can stop this. You are one of us." Ignitus pleaded just like he did with the last dragon war, but he received the same answer from her.

"Live is a bit more complicated than just that old dragon" She finished the incantation and listened to the old dragon screaming while his essence was drained. Oh, for sure, that would echo through the halls, but for now there was little she could do but wait for the process to end. For the moment, she would like to be far away from the screams. Trough monitoring the way to the chamber in case the purple dragon would pop up.

She placed the mirror she used to communicate with her dark master down on a balcony that overlooked her castle and where she could see Ignitus being drained. He luckily stopped screaming by now. Perhaps he already fainted from the pain. Perhaps he was stronger than she let on to. She waited patiently for her master to answer her call.

"Cynder, you better have some good news to tell, after letting Terrador go." Malefor's voice was damning of her actions, it reminded her how much the purple dragon had caused a great deal of trouble even when the result was quite favourable.

"Well, master, I caught Ignitus. Putting that purple dragon in my claws finally forced him out of his hiding. He is being drained as we speak."

The tone of her master lightened a bit, trough some of the aggressive undertone was not gone.

"Seems you have restored the situation you created. What are you going to do to make sure that Spyro does not free him too? Who are you putting there to guard, Ignitus?"

Cynder licked her lips. "Myself" She thought about confronting Spyro and defeating him herself. Victory would be hers; she was sure of it.

"Good." Malefor called. "Now make sure that the next time I see you is in person. "

Cynder grumbled a bit while the magic that connected her mirror to Malefor dropped. In person, he said, she was not looking forward to meeting him in person. But here she had to swallow her pride and do what an excellent servant would do.

She did not have to mull over her situation over long. She could smell the purple dragon in the air, hear some screams of her own servants in the distance as they tried to stop Spyro from advancing into the lair she kept Ignitus. Well, might as well introduce herself properly. She spread her wings and glide down to the lair.

She was just in time too; she hears the moving platform coming up. The purple dragon was walking across the platform and the little dragonfly was calling his name.

"I feel like she is baiting us. I feel getting smarter," Sparx said to Spyro, not liking how quiet it has got since they last fought the ape army.

_"Smart little dragonfly,"_Cynder quipped in her thought.

Now Ignitus was getting on the action, calling Spyro over to get the crystal and destroy this.

_"Now this will not do"_She moved like a shadow and made herself known, blocking Spyro from accessing the crystal by simply spreading out her wings before him.

Her force growled softly, "If only life were that easy, little one" Her hot breath flushed over Spyro. Cynder could hear his heartbeat speeding up. OH, it was a good feeling to know that your arch nemesis was afraid.

"Its time to learn how complicated life can be,"

She simply tossed the purple dragon away from her, but to her amazement he did not run, instead he braced himself to fight.

"Spirit, I like it," she mused to herself. This would be interesting to see what kind of mettle Spyro could bring on.

She did not want to underestimate her opponent, especially after all the plans he spoiled, but part of her was ill-equipped to fight with someone with multiple elements. Especially his earth element sends out whirl winds of rock that made it hard for her to see. In her moments that she tried to regain her balance, the purple one got in a few hits. She growled in pain as her scaled hide absorbed the hits. Not only was it getting annoying, but she also thinking about that crystal only the more. She could absorb its power to fight Spyro, but... that would mean she had to pull the element out of herself after. Malefor would not be pleased.

She growled when Spyro hit her another time, a claw clawed among her snout, leaving a fresh cut with some blood trickling down. "That's it," she growled to herself. She could dance this dance all day and she was sure she would win. Yet she only had to do one thing and none of it was her concern anymore.

Despite how much admiration she had for her nemesis, spites how she wanted to break the little purple dragon's spirit. She had to finish it. With an earth-shaking roar, she hit him on the flank with a blow of her powerful talons, sending Spyro flying. Perhaps it was better to wait a bit more for the magic to be absorbed. Perhaps she could have bested Spyro. But it did not matter. She beat her wings to take into the sky and grab the crystal, milking Ignitus from his magic. This was all she needed, or so she hoped.

She crashed through the roof of the lair, sending glass down up on Spyro as she flew away and towards the gate that brought her to the portal that hold Malefor. Tonight, victory will be hers.

Spyro gazed as Cynder left, flying into the distance. He cursed himself that he could not do more to stop Cynder. Trough that strange something, she had in her eyes distracted him, like he was looking into a mirror.

"Spyro, you are alright?" Ignitus came up to him.

It gnawed on him to know why it felt so familiar. It gnawed on him he could not have defeated Cynder, and she was now flying away with the magic she needed to open the portal.

"Ignitus, why does she feel so..." He asked, but Sparx interjected him. "Evil, Monstrous? Big? Sexy? Oops, did I just say that?"

Normally Spyro would not pay much attempt to the quips of his brother, but this time, well, there was just this something that stirred in him. It did not help his nerves to realise that indeed he felt some attracting to her, even when she was a good head bigger than him and hell bound on killing him if she had the change... but why hasn't she? She had multiple opportunities by now to use her breath on him or slice him up. Why hasn't she done so?

He did not have time to think about it. The night sky opened in a brilliance of rainbows and white light. They had no time to wait. If he wasn't going to stop Cynder and Malefor now, he would not have a change to do so.

He growled, steeling himself up before taking off into the eye of the storm. In the distance, he could hear Ignitus call after him, "May the Ancestors look after you. May they look after us all. "

He would need every ounce of energy and courage to fight the terror of the skies and win this time. Trough he was not prepared for the strange place the Convexity was. He managed to at least sneak by so that Cynder did not find him on the spot.

Cynder felt odd to bring her quest to a close. She brought the crystal to the edge of the prison that it contained Malefor in. Trough, just when she was about to complete the portal, she could hear Spyro behind her shouting.

"Persistent, little fella, aren't you?" She turned around with a small growl, oh she will have her change win. This was her last stand. Someone has prepared her for this as he was.

"We need him alive!" She could hear Malefor call to her. Well, this was new. Perhaps with the portal opening, Malefor could command her more directly. "The magic, it's unstable! We need his powers; we need another dragon born in the dragon's year. "

She leaned in closer to the purple dragon, well; she thought while growling deeply at the purple dragon. This time, she knew his moves. She knew what to expect.

She could feel him trying to get close, but his claws and fire struck empty air. She was in her element now, even when she was distracted by her master calling in her mind to bring him on.

"Push him into the portal Cynder, he is mine. "

Why would he be his? She was freeing her master after all; she was now defeating this purple dragon. This fight should be hers and hers alone. She could feel the anger of her master as he defied his order, no this was her fight. She could see Spyro running to get the crystal out of the portal, it would be so easy to send him into the portal but no. no that will not do, with a blast of her fear magic she stopped Spyro in his tracks, sending him into a field of illusions.

"Good, now give him to me!"_Malefor commanded _"Let me absorb his power,"

But as Cynder looked at Spyro, fighting his fears... something sprang in her. Why? Why be a subject when she could be the one defeating Spyro? She already did so. She only had to finish the job. She could drain his magic into herself. The new mistress could be her. Why not be on her own? Besides, what would Malefor give to her? Power, yes, but at the price of being a miss slave in more ways than she wanted.

"Cynder..." Malefor warned.

"GET OUT," Cynder growled, and pushed Malefor out of her mind and back into the portal. Whatever she did, it worked. She could no longer hear Malefor in her mind, but the sounds from the portal made her know he was not happy about it.

"Now to finish thi..." She was taken aback by a sudden blast of purple magic from Spyro, in his fighting his demons, the images she put in his head. He was sure of going all guns blazing. She had to avoid getting hit but those blasts several times. Even phasing through one blast.

"This is enough!" She growled and charged Spyro, sending him flying with all her force. Before he landed, there was another blast of purple magic, one that hit the portal and send quakes of magic all around. Not good. She looks back to see the portal destabilising. She had to get out of here now, else she would be drawn into the prison dimension as well. And she did not look forward to a whole eternity with Malefor, first punishing her and then using her for whatever he wanted.

She ran to the unconscious purple dragon and gripped him in her claws. Taking him with her as she left this damned place.

"Don't you dare to hurt my brother!" She heard Sparx calling from under her. When she looked down, she saw him holding on to one of Spyro's horns. Well, perhaps she could use him for her purposes. With powerful beats of her wings, she lifted higher and sped through the collapsing world back to the portal, back to her castle.

Sparx could do little against the terror of the skies. He wanted to help, to save his brother. But he was powerless to her magic. She grabbed him and tossed him in a small cage. He threw his body against the black iron bars that made up the cage, but it was no use. Nor could he slip through it.

"You will pay for this!" he called up to the black dragon. They have landed in the castle's dungeon. Trough Cynder did not throw his brother in a dungeon to wake up like he hoped. That would give them time. No, instead she threw himself in a cage and pulled Spyro on her back.

Cynder snickered at the empty threats. "Oh, I doubt it, little dragonfly. Now hold still, I am going to show you your new home. Trough, if you are a good dragonfly and I am done with our purple friend, you may fly around, even go back home." She took a hook-on top of the cage between her teeth, caring for them up the stairs to her room.

Sparx brazed himself against the tossing around that her grip caused. He could do little but to look with wide eyes as they disappeared deeper into the castle. When they ascended one tower, he was partially relieved to know that any escape will be easily made, but also worried about where she was taking them. Eventually he was eye to eye with a large oak wooden door that she pushed open with ease and closed behind her. Inside, Sparx looked around to get his bearings. From the cage, he had got little idea where they were going. But now, there was a large nest for a dragon, obviously used by the state of the sheets.

Other than that, the room was decorated almost like a dungeon. Chains from the ceiling, one of which Cynder hooked Sparx's cage on. "So, this is the lair of the terror of the skies? Why does this not surprise me?"

He could feel Cynder's heated breath flush over him when she got eye to eye with him. One of her teeth was the size of his whole body. He shook in fear again, reminded how easily the black dragon could end his life. There wouldn't even be an effort involved on her part.

"Don't judge too much. This castle never was designed for comfort."

"I doubt a great evil like you would require comfort," Sparx retorted, trying to buy some time. Trough she sends him against the sides of his cage when Cynder whacked his cage.

"What I told you about not judging." She growled, slowly calling on her magic and casting an enchantment around the cage. Muffling out the sounds around Sparx. "Now I and our purple friend are going to talk in private. So, sit back and enjoy the show," she said softly while finishing her magic.

She forced Sparx to watch Cynder pushing her brother against the wall strap, strapping his front paws up and wide so he was standing upright against the wall. She chained down his neck, tail and rear legs up next. Allowing Spyro not a single movement. Sparx's heard sank. In all their adventures, they never have been caught like this. He suddenly got reminded about how fragile they both are as the weight of their objective came crushing down on him. They were supposed to save the world... and now he was powerless. He couldn't even talk to his brother.

Cynder pushed a magic crystal against Spyro, letting it be absorbed within the purple dragon. "Wakey, wakey sleepyhead," she cooed mischievously.

Spyro's head was foggy, he was dazed, confused and had a splitting headache when he woke up. His body responded sluggishly to his commands, and he was holding back in his movements. He could see darkness through his blurred vision. What happened? Was it night? Did they win? He tried to move his neck but was held back by something. What was going on?

His vision sharpened; he first could see eyes from the darkness. Slowly he realised who was standing in front of him and it made his heart sink. He struggled against the bounds, but it was no use. He was trapped here, just like the guardians were when they were captured.

"Easy, little one," Cynder cooed to him. "It's not used to struggle, you are mine now,"

"No," Spyro growled, trying to free himself. He mustered his failing strength to breathe fire to the dragoness. Trough she stopped all progress by clamping down his muzzle.

"Be nice. We are going to have a friendly chat and you will have a choice. Do you understand, little purple dragon?"

Her grip was almost painful. His teeth were pushed into the flesh of his gums. He gazed at her with fear and slowly nodded. Instantly, she released him. The pain ebbed away trough he tasted the metallic taste of his own blood in his mouth.

"Good," she said. "Now, you might wonder why you are here."

Spyro looked around to the place he was caught, Cynder blocked through most of his view. "No, I am worried when Malefor will show his head." He spat out some of the blood on the ground, trying to clear his mouth from the taste.

"Fret not, I did not free him. His prison collapsed and I can no longer sense him. No, it's me you must worry about." she leaned closer again, her hot breath flushed across his face. "Trough, I hope you will see I am not unreasonable. Co-operate and I will make sure that your family will not be harmed."

"Why would I believe you? You are Malefor's puppet?"

"Words hurt, little dragon. I am my own dragon. Why would I belong to a dragon who cannot free himself?" She backed off from Spyro, finally giving him some room to look around and see that he was in some kind of bedroom, or rather, a crossing between a bedroom and a dungeon.

"This your room?" He asked, trying to gain some time to get his strength back. His eye fell to Sparx, who was trying to say something, but he could not hear his brother. Cynder observed their gaze. She broke it with a simple lifting of her large wings.

"Yes, little dragon, my lair. But fret not about the faith of your brother. He will be released after I am done with you. Be a good dragon and he will be unharmed."

Spyro remained silent, wondering how to get free, wondering what Cynder will do. His body was trembling from the building pressure that flowed into his mind like a river. He had to save the world, but now he failed. What could he do? Does he still needed something to do something? Was Malefor still a thread? Was she lying about it all?

What did he want himself? Well, right now, he wanted to crawl back into his nest. He had gone back home and just slept the nightmare away. Just to think that barely a year ago he was still safe and sound, not a care in the world. Now he was facing his defeat, and the weight was crashing on him. To see he failed the guardians, he failed the world.

Cynder broke from his thoughts, him coming into his vision again. She was eye to eye with him and traced a claw along his muzzle. Without saying a single thing, she kissed him. Her maw opened a bit and deep, purple-coloured smoke flushed his system. The kiss caught him off-guard, resulting in him gasping and breathing in that magic smoke.

Slowly the smoke filled his lunges and the colour of his scales darkened, becoming a deep purple. His eyes glowed a purple. Feeling the weight of the world fall from his shoulders. What if... he did not need to care for it all?

Cynder broke the kiss they shared, admiring the effect her magic had on him. "Now my purple dragon, relax. We can't come to an agreement if you are all tensed up."

Spyro looked at the dragoness in admission. Even when he was bound up, he felt freer than he ever was. No family to worry about, no Guardians who demanded him to save the world. No, he was just here, all alone with Cynder, and she was not demanding anything from him. Part of his mind wanted to fight this feeling, but he did not know what to fight about this feeling. He knew magic was in his system, but what feelings were her magic, and what feelings were his own?

Was this feeling he felt for the dragoness real? This attraction to her? Was the pounding of his heart in fear and admiration for her sexy, powerful body real? Or was it just a fantasy of the magic? He no longer had eyes for his brother in the room's corner, instead he only had eyes for the dragoness, losing himself within the red of her eyes.

"What agreement" He finally spoke. His speech was far more growling than he expected. Was this still his true self? Was this how Malefor corrupted Cynder? Was he going to be corrupted?

"A simple agreement," Cynder hummed. "Malefor is no longer, and his army needs new rules. These damned monkeys will tear the world apart in their own greed if no one commands them. But I don't want to spend my time fighting you and fighting the guardians. We have had enough war and the dragon numbers suffered; do you understand little dragon?"

Spyro mulled the words over, thinking and thinking. Through the memory of the crushing weight of the world had moved to the back of his mind, currently he only was thinking about what he wanted himself.

"So, you want to be queen?"

His question silenced Cynder for a moment. She never really gave the queen that much of a thought. It was a logical conclusion to her growing power, especially when she absorbed Spyro's powers. And she couldn't deny that kissing him did not feel good. She squinted her eyes at the dragon, changing her mind about what she was going to do with the dragon. He could be hers, her slave, her pet, her... lover?

"Queen Cynder, that has a nice ring to it. But the question is not what I want to be, little dragon, but what you want to be. You could be my prisoner just like the guardians would be or you can be my..." she stopped, not sure what to call him. What would he want to hear? He did not speak his wants yet. Perhaps she should speak what she wanted, but that might scare him away and out of her grips. Trough she would have a long timed to break him.

"Your what? Your mate?" Spyro could feel his heart beating faster when he spoke about those worlds. Why was he even considering that? She was evil, and he was supposed to save the world from her... but who would save him from her? Or did he even want to be saved from her?

"Mate, royal concord, king or general. Whatever you like, but you got to do something for me."

"Something for you?" He felt sluggish, his mind trying to wrap his head around the concept, and the feeling that Cynder stirred in him did not help in trying to get the purple fog from his mind that distorted his mind.

Cynder's head drew close, a claw traced across his chest scales. "Your elemental powers"

Even in his hazed mind, the answer shocked him out of it. The purple glow faded from his eyes through the colour of his scales remained the dark purple that Cynder's corrupted magic has caused.

"To lose all my powers" He thought_"Then I can't do anything to defend..."_ he paused his own thoughts when a new realisation entered, one that scared him just as much as it appealed to him. To Have no powers means he was no longer responsible. No one would know that he willingly gave up his powers.

He gazed into Cynder's eyes, her muzzle close to his. Would he be truly happy with her? Would she accept him still after he gave up his powers? Trough without powers, he was hardly a threat to her... would he be free?

'Was she free?' He wondered too, if she was still with Malefor, would he be safe? Would they be safe? He could feel his heart pounding in his chest while he pondered his choice. His adrenaline rushed from both the attracting he felt to Cynder and the thought of giving up everything.

"How I know you speak the truth," He finally said after an uncomfortably long silence between them. As an answer, he received a lick across his neck that send shivers down his spine.

"They same way any relationship starts. You just got to trust," she hissed in his ear-hole in a hushed tone. "But if you need proof. Malefor demanded you, but instead of giving you to him, you are here with me. He would have killed you for every ounce of power, without hesitation. But I, well, I give the promise of a better life. So, what would you say purple one? Join my flank?"

Another silence fell between them. Spyro shivered from the close touch Cynder held, her hot breath flushing across her neck, taking in his scent. He could not move; he could not resist if she planned to use her magic again. Yet she only touched him, teasing his scales and softly humming in his ears.

"And you know, you would look glorious, big like me. "

"Could you do that?"

"I have shaped my body Spyro, I could easily do that to you."

Her claw traced along his neck until it reached the strap that hold his neck. With a single snap, she released his neck so he could move again. He could easily bite down on her neck. He might free himself with force. He could, alas he didn't. He could feel Cynder's breath stop for when he lowered his head, his nose contacting her neck just behind the base of her head and pushing it against her. He could feel her warm scales, inhale her rich scent.

When Spyro touched her neck, she was afraid for a moment he would attack. It would be embarrassing to be captured like that. Trough when he just kept there and inhale her scent, she knew she had him. He was hers, her pet, her slave, her toy and she, well, would he be her lover?

"So, my little dragon, what do you say, ready to get rid of the burden?" There was no long silence after the question, no long uncomfortable moment with the two closes to each other. Just a sharp breath from the purple dragon before he answered with a simple answer that sealed his faith.

Spyro himself was not prepared for the weight that simple yes had, tough when he said it, he felt like the world was lifted from his shoulders. Even tough bound to the wall, he felt freer than he ever felt. All just before Cynder's scaled lips met his own, and the two locked into a kiss while magic flowed.

Cynder was sure to ease her magic. There was no rush in trying to suck every ounce of magic out of Spyro. Nor did she wish for him to lose all spirit and power like the Guardians did after she was done with them. No, instead, she used another kiss to grow a connection between them. While her tongue coiled around his tongue, sparks flown between their connection while magic flowed from his mouth to hers.

The feeling of the power was immense, it was intoxicating. She could feel Spyro with her while she sucked him from his magic and powers. The colour of his scales depends on a purple that almost appeared black, perhaps a few shades lighter than her own colour. His horns and tail turned a more silver like appearance.

She broke the kiss. A bridge of purple magic flowed between her lips and his. She was panting from the feeling, and Spyro nearly collapsed. When the magic ebbed down and the bridge broke between the two, she could feel like her whole body was on fire. It was not just the feeling of intense power that made her body sensitive and powerful, the kiss, her trying to seduce the purple dragon made her want, lusting for him.

Slowly she undid all the bounds that hold him down, just like she promised. She helped Spyro back on his feet again. He looked just so much like her now. Should she try to fully claim him?

Spyro protested softly with a soft growl when Cynder let go of his body and he was lowered into the cold stone flood. His eyes followed Cynder whole as she moved to her nest. She laid down on it in a half-curled pose, outstretching one of her claws to call him over.

She half expected him to take Sparx from his cage and run. Trough she was delighted to know that he was moving over and climbing into the bed with her. He laid down next to her, inside of her curl, his belly against hers and he was looking up into her eyes.

"Time to solve this size issue. Are you ready?" she crooned. It thrilled her to know that he made the choice without her powers in his system. And now he was here, within her grasp, being her submissive, her lover, her mate and she would not have it any other way.

Another simple yes was all that she needed, and another simple yes was what she had got from the purple dragon. She moved, her claws pining the purple dragon down and she leaned in, another kiss. More magic that flowed but this time it was not a pleasant and kind feeling for Spyro. His bones cracked, his muscles aced while his body changed shape, growing, changing.

He roared a muffled roar of pain within the kiss he shared, his muzzle growing around Cynder's muzzle until they matched in size. It was by intentional design that Spyro's body stopped shorter than Cynder. She let go from Spyro so he could admire his own body, look at how he changed, and then look back at Cynder.

"Ignitus was right," He crooned. "We are similar after all" He had little time to admire himself before Cynder pushed him down on his back again, pushing him against the soft nesting of the best.

"Similar age, similar look," she leaned down, "Born in the year of the dragon... almost like we are. "

Sparx, in his cage, could do little but to look in shock and a bit of awe as his brother embraced his new form. Shedding whatever was familiar to Sparx and becoming the terror of the night's whatever he was. He wanted to shout; he wanted to scream but resorted to just sit with his back against one of the steel bars of his cage, looking up at the ceiling. "I am sorry, mom; I broke my promise. "

"Do I even have to ask if you will be mine?" Cynder rumbled slowly, tracing her tongue across his neck. Her clawed paw lightly pressing on his chest to pin him. She received a deep rumble from Spyro.

Spyro felt the thrill through his body, lust and the catharsis from having the pressures of being a hero lifted from his shoulders. "I am what you want me to be, my queen. "

He received another kiss from Cynder, deepening while they locked their yaws. Soon she broke it with a devious and ravenous grin on her face. "You are going to show me how dedicated you are to serving your queen"

Slowly, she turned around to position her groin above her face. "I trust you to know what to do" She pushed her slit, already getting wet with excitement, to his mouth. The scent was flooding his nose. It sends his hormones and lust into overdrive. He wasted no time in opening his mouth and push his tongue against her opening. Letting his taste bud rub across her lips and seeking her pleasure spots.

Cynder pushed back against the purple dragon's attention, hissing and letting some of her soul fire exit her maw. The heat of the fire only helped to sharpen her senses. She buried his face into her groin, sandwiching his head between the nest and her hinds.

His tongue pushed deeper, tasting her most intimate tastes, marking him with her scent. Marking him as hers and hers alone, her slave, her mate, her lover, her dragon, her Spyro. Her growls of pleasure carried through her room, echoing back at the two lovers. Her claws dug into Spyro's sides, digging into his scales and drawing some bloody from his body. Oh, how he needed, how his red member was standing at attention, throbbing with his barbs and knot on full display. It was mouth-watering to her. The scent of a male dragon penetrated her thoughts, though she resisted. He was about to service her.

She lasted a little longer, with a pleasure filled roar that shook the halls of the castle as she came and coated his muzzle with her juices. Her claws left deep marks across Spyro's flanks. The redness of the blood contrasted against his almost black scales and her ivory claws. She slowly withdrew her claws from him, giving one a lick, tasting his blood. Oh, how delicious it was, how much she hungered for more.

Finally, she traced a claw along his member, feeling the heat coming from the stiff length. It throbbed in her gasp.

"Oh, poor thing," she cooed. "This must hurt so much. Do you want your queen to help? "

With his head still trapped under her hinds, she could hear nothing then mumbling, but the vibrations of him trying to talk was ever too lovely. "Oh, my dear, I can't hear you," she teased and let go of his member. "You got to be louder if you want me to hear you. "

It was still mumbling, but the strength of the vibrations sends her in a small aftershock of pleasure. Growling deeply. She had time to taste her later. But now she needed his member in her, she needed to fully mark him. She turned around again, getting face to face with his wet head. He was truly and utterly drenched with the mess she made of him, and she loved the sight. This was a subject who was dedicated to her out of his free will, and it filled her heart with a kind of joy she rarely felt before.

She kissed him deeply, tasting her own juices on his tongue, and it only increased her lust. This was a pleasure she never could make herself feel. How she tried to mimic this, how she tried to use any round object, but this, this was better. She grinds her slit across his member, feeling the heat across the lips and coaxing out some of his pre.

She asked no more questions; she kept the kiss and twisted her hips to push down and impale herself on his warm stiffness. She growled in his mouth; he growled back, and it was bliss. They battled in with their tongues, pushing into each other in a steady rhythm. Her claws drug yet again into his flesh, his shoulder this time, and dragged across his hide. The pain only fuelled his pleasure. The metallic scent of bloody was no longer something he wanted to get rid of, rather it was a new exciting scent in his pheromone overdriven nostrils.

He was panting by the time the kiss was broken, but Cynder wasted no time. She growled and bit down on his neck, drawing blood from him. She held him in place, coating the nest with some of his blood and a lot of her juices that dripped down their hinds. How he throbbed and his barbs pulled at her insides.

"Cynder... Queen... I am, I am close,"

She hummed and pushed down, taking in her knot and sending herself over the edge with a simple motion. She milked his member for all he was worth, and worth did he give. With strong vigorous jets of warm seed, he filled her up. Oh, he would do fine for a mate, for a lover, and for the father of the next generation.

She collapsed on him in her afterglow, licking his wounds and tasting the blood. Humming softly and thinking about when her next heat cycle would be... perhaps if he proven his worth, she would grand him the honour of seeding her next generation.

"That." Spyro was the first to speak. "Was amazing. You are amazing, my queen. "

Cynder gave a deep rumble, clenching her hind a bit and teasing the member still hard within her. "Oh, I have my moments, my dear. "

"My queen... what do you want me to be?"

"Oh, my purple dragon, I want you to warm my nest. You are mine, my love. Mine and mine alone."

Spyro woke up the next morning sore and filled with scratches and claw marks. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so spend, not even in his toughest battle. He wanted to breathe fire to lighten the chamber but found he couldn't. Oh, right, he gave his powers to the dragoness laying next to him. He tried his best to feel guild or regret about giving up on his powers, but when he was honest to himself, he could not feel any. Slowly he stretched and moved to look up at Sparx's cage, well he would need to confront his brother some time. He could hit himself for forgetting his brother was present with it all. That made him feel guilty, and that guilt drove him onwards to look at Sparx.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Sparx was sound asleep, tired out from being kept awake the whole night by the love affair of the two dragons.

"You could free him later when he is awake," Cynder yawed widely. "I keep my promise. Your family will not be harmed, but please dear, come back to bed. I miss a warm dragon to sleep again. "

Spyro looked back at his brother for a last moment and moved back to Cynder, pushing his back against her belly. She folded her wing around him and rumbled.

"We got to get you healed and washed, my servant," she cooed, tracing her claw across the sore marks of tried, bloody, and torn scales.

Spyro grunted a bit. Without the pleasure of last night, the pain now flooded his sleep foggy brain. When she mentioned he needed to wash, he sniffed the air. Instantly his member stirred again with the scent of sex thick in the air, in the sheets and across his body. No doubt her scent would be marked on his hide, no matter how long he showered.

"It's not like I have plans..." Spyro hummed. "We are in no rush, right?"

Cynder licked his neck, receiving a shiver from him. "Oh, but we do. The ape rules expect to meet me soon. After all, I was supposed to free Malefor. But now we have got to introduce you as my new general."

"General" Spyro swallowed.

"Well, you have proven your worth, even nearly defeated me. Despites a dragon kingdom needs a dragon general." She traced a claw along his neck before turning his head and kissing him softly. "Despites, among everyone, you are the only one who has chosen me without allure for power. I wouldn't trust anyone more than you to be my right claw."

Spyro's heart fluttered, humming softly before answering. "Do we have time for one more round?"

Cynder rolled on her back, spreading her wings and giving him a slutty look. "Bring it on, my dragon boy. Conquer your evil queen."

Cinder of power © 2022 by Tretronis licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0