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Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse

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CHAPTER 22

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Warfang lay behind them a ways, Cynder frowning sadly at the destruction still remaining to be cleared up and worked on from the dam's collapse. "Feels kinda bad to see all this..." she mused. The whole valley below was still partly flooded from their attempt to stall the Destroyer.

"Why's that?" Ember asked, glancing back and holding her wings steady to glide.

"It was...my idea to use the dam and flood the monster."

"Well, it worked, didn't it?" Flame asked, flapping hs wings to jump ahead and spin around to face her. "You saved lives. That's what matters, right?"

"He's right," Spyro added, brushing his mate's wing with his. "Against something that huge, we didn't have much choice."

"I know...just...seeing all this...couldn't you do something about it Spyro?"

"Maybe if him getting his dick in you could heal the planet," Ember joked. "Come on, it's not much further."

Spyro shot Cynder an apologetic half-smile and they followed Flame and Ember. "I could try to do something about it, but I feel like...bending the world to my will, even if trying to help...might cause more issues than intended. Like, everything's...interconnected, so much, I feel like restoring the mountains or reviving the valley might cause weather issues that destroy villages. And...I couldn't really do much for this valley anyway right now with the rest of the world so broken."

"I guess...I just...feel like the world should be healed up so we Dragons have places to live. Safer places. We're just...kinda clustered at cities for the most part and something about that bothers me. You heard those uppity snobs earlier, all this "the world is too crowded" crap when they only live in crowded cities and never see the rest of the world like we do. There's so much else out here but we can't do much unless we heal these damages...and that kind of sentiment is gonna bite the breeding efforts."

"I know, hun...I know." He brushed her wing again. "Stop thinking about all that for now, alright? This is just us here. Worrying isn't gonna solve the problem. We're almost there now."

Looking ahead, she saw the morning fog rising and breaking up here and there where the sun was streaming through the clouds. The land beyond the dam had been lifted up into the air a fair bit, floating on the world's ether power. "Is that...a lake?"

"Yeah!" Flame whooped, rolling through the air. "Just dive right in!"

"You dive, it's too cold for me," Ember started, then squeaked when her brother swooped in and grabbed her. "NO!!"

"You're coming with me!"

"But the eggs!"

"Matrons cleared it!" he countered, then laughed and dove down to the lake with Ember yelling in protest. Cynder rolled her eyes.

"I guess this is sibling rivalry?"

"No idea, honestly," Spyro replied with a smirk, watching them plunge into the cold water below. "But yeah. My hint from last time - take a deep breath and go down as far as you can."

"Why?"

"You'll see. It's worth it." With that he folded his wings and shot down from the sky, taking a deep breath at the last second and clenching his whole body in anticipation. Cold biting water surrounded him and he had to fight the urge to gasp out in shock, letting his momentum carry in deeper before he started swimming.

Cynder gulped nervously. A deep dive into a cold lake didn't sound very appealing, but a swim had been on her mind for a while. Spyro was taking an awfully long time to resurface too... but then again so were Flame and Ember, were they okay?

Red and pink, then purple, broke the surface with loud gasps, Ember shoving away from her brother. "You JERK!! You know I hate the cold!!"

"But it's amazing down there!" Spyro ignored them for another deep breath, then went back down. Flame caught sight of Cynder fluttering high up. "You should try it! Go down as far as you can!"

Gritting her teeth with indecision, the black dragoness sighed to herself, then circled a few times to gain some speed before folding her wings. Being much sleeker than her mate, she shot down into the water and left a much smaller splash, careening into the depths like a torpedo, shooting past Spyro with a trail of bubbles. He swam after her as quickly as he could, the two of them trying to get as deep into the lake as they could manage. Cynder stared in awe as she swam, the water getting warmer, brighter, more comfortable, more energetic, feeding elemental power into her body. It made her pulse race with adrenaline, excitement, what was going on? She was down here already longer than she could usually hold her breath! Spyro motioned her over, then held his paws apart. The water around them squirmed and swirled, and a large air bubble formed, the two dragons sticking their heads into it.

Catching her breath, Cynder smiled wide. "This is incredible!"

"I know right??"

"What's going on here, why's the water feel like this? Everything's glowing!" She waved her paw around under the bubble, watching that weird aural highlight around her body.

"Flame says this whole place is held up and charged by the planet's power, there's a lot of superstition that going to the bottom of the lake would dump you into the planet itself, wanna go take a look?"

"Can we?"

"Yeah, I'll drag you up if there's trouble, curl your tail in a circle or tap me if you need air. Ready?"

With a deep breath she pulled out of the bubble and started swimming deeper, Spyro following closely. Her sinuous slithering motion through the water was something he could only dream of mimicking, giving her a sleek grace. The further they went, the warmer the water became, turning from an aqua blue-green to a pale yellow. Circling each other with excited grins, they kept paddling deeper, until finally it felt like the water itself was pushing them back. Tapping Spyro's tail, Cynder shot him a grin and held her limbs out. Smiling back, he came in for the embrace, giving her a deep kiss and sealing his lips over hers. She breathed out through her nose, feeling a tingle of elemental power in her mouth, then inhaled from the bubble of air he was forming between them. Wrapping her legs around him, she giggled at the hardness between his legs, grinding herself against his hefty balls. With a fluid motion together they moved in unison and he slid up into her body again, both of them loosing bubbles of restrained moans. With another shared breath kiss, they started thrusting together, the black-scaled girl shuddering in ecstasy at the feeling of his tip bulging her belly against his chest. The more they gyrated, through, the more uncomfortable it felt, until finally he had to pull out, feeling their flesh rubbing together uncomfortably without the slickness of her juices. He formed another large bubble and she stuck her head in again.

"Ow..."

"Yeah...sorry...water is a terrible lubricant for this."

"Yeah, I forgot all about that." Kissing him again, she giggled and nosed at him. "But thanks for trying. I love you."

"I love you." Reaching forward he guided her hips closer and fondled her belly, making her purr. "Too bad...we could've been the first to have full sex this deep."

"Yeah. Wanna go up? I need you in me so badly after this..."

He hugged her tight and she squealed at the unusual tingling of water power around them, the two shooting up through the lake on his etheric control.

Up on the surface, Ember lounged in the sun, pulling an array of crystals from her magic storage. With a breath of fire she lit them, making a nice warm area against the winter chill. Flame got out of the water and shook himself off, trotting over with a smug grin, to which she frowned and turned her nose up.

"Come on, don't be like that, Em. It was fun."

"Still mad."

"Hey, you don't get to complain, when we were kids it was you throwing or dragging me into pools."

"Don't care. Still mad."

"We got deeper than before though." Laying down by her, he laid his wing over her, meeting no resistance despite her attitude. "When winter's over, we should go dive-fishing in the ocean. Get you some shells so you can start a beach jewelry theme."

"I guess." Sighing softly, her paw rubbed her round belly. "I was toying with the idea of that ancient tradition."

"The eggshells?"

"Yeah. Making charms for the kids with the fragments."

"We could practice with ours."

"Mom and dad still have them?!"

"Yeah! You didn't know?"

"No!"

"Hah! Yeah, they still have our eggshells. What little we didn't trample at our hatching."

"Ugh. You'd think they would've made sure we knew."

"They kinda did, you were usually off in la-la land daydreaming about boys and gems."

"Well...one boy in particular." Her facade finally cracked when she shot him a small sidelong smile. He nuzzled at her neck and cheek, lightly nibbling on her and making her shiver softly.

"I'm so lucky that my sister is the most beautiful girl and most loving mate I could ever have hoped to find."

"Suck-up."

Reaching up to stroke her chin, he turned her head to face him and kissed her, purring, the pink girl purring back. "Wanna try again for more eggs?"

"Maybe when we get back. Right now...it's kinda nice out here."

"Well that's a first."

"I feel...weird. Like, I'm stupidly horny but...also don't really wanna do much. Like...being hungry but not wanting to eat, or being super tired but not wanting to go to bed. Wonder if Cynder ever felt like this..."

"You can ask her when they come back up."

Glancing out over the lake, Ember's brow knitted with concern. "They haven't come back up, are they okay?"

"Purple dragon, elemental powers, I'm sure he's got a way to breathe down there." Rubbing her belly with his wing, he leaned in to nose at her pregnant swell, feeling the eggs inside her. Kissing her scales gently, slowly, purring to her and their brood, the red drake churred and nosed all over what he could reach of her, Ember rolling onto her side to give him better access. "Two are mine...I still can't believe this..."

"Yep."

"Hell of a party. Think he got them all pregnant?"

"Here's hoping." She stroked his head as he gently lapped his tongue across her belly plates. "Wanna do what Frossutus and Aegrana did with theirs?"

He blinked in surprise at that. "What...you mean stuff them in my butt and lay them after you do? Nah. That's really unsafe."

"I guess. Would be hot to see you lay eggs though."

"It'll be even hotter seeing you lay them...our kids..." he murred as he reached back and grabbed her legs, Ember purring and letting him maneuver her, the fire drake spreading her legs and licking over her nethers. "These beautiful rosy labia spreading over our eggs, bringing them into the world..."

"And they'd better be spread around your penis right after," she replied, leaning back and moaning, his tongue dipping into her snatch.

"Thought you didn't wanna fuck..." he mumbled into her.

"You make a very...mmmm...yes right there..." Her toes curled and she squirmed, rubbing her crotch against his muzzle. "A very convincing argument..."

A big splash and loud gasps echoed from the lake, Spyro vaulting from the water carrying Cynder. Spreading his wings, he glided over to the shore and set her down. "WHOOO!!" she squealed, shuddering and shaking the water off herself. "Wow! That was amazing!"

"Glad you liked it," her mate replied as he landed. Breathing fire over her to warm her up, he nuzzled at her belly.

"Couldn't wait for us?" she asked with a smirk to the two fire dragons already getting it on.

"Too horny gotta fuck," Flame replied as he moved over his sister and speared right up into her, Ember squealing happily and wrapping her legs around him. Spyro and Cynder rolled their eyes, the black dragoness giggling when her mate leaned in to peck her cheek.

"Gotta fuck, too horny," he whispered, grinning as he edged himself behind her. Cynder grinned back and moved her tail aside, then churred as he mounted her and slid into her depths, her head hanging to watch under herself as his balls swayed and bounced with his thrusts.

"Fuuuck that's so hot..." she murred, watching those huge nuts dangle between their legs. It made her clench hard and shudder under him, the purple dragon growling with lust and gripping her hips and leaning in to clamp his teeth on her shoulder, making her groan out in delight and splay her legs wider in pleasurable submission. "Don't stop cumming in me...I need you..." she begged breathily. Spyro could barely hear her over the sound of their bodies together, but the way she humped back into him and squeezed on his length told him all he needed to know.

"Flame!!" Ember yelped, seizing up and yowling with a big blast of fire as she came hard, quaking and squirming in throes of ecstasy while her brother plowed her. Gritting his teeth, the fire drake plunged balls-deep and roared too, his tail jerking vertically as his balls pumped another hot batch into her. Collapsing to the side, they huffed and panted, watching sidelong as the hero couple kept going. Cynder squealed softly and shivered, her juices puddling under them, but Spyro just kept thrusting, their hips smacking over and over until Cynder suddenly orgasmed again and nearly threw him off with how hard she was bucking in pleasure. Spyro had to grip her hips and hold her still while he fucked her deep and hard, until finally he growled around her shoulder and his balls slapped her clit with a final deep thrust, his tail jerking too with every heavy pulse of thick seed. The other two still couldn't fully believe it as they watched her belly visibly grow larger and rounder with his sheer volume. Even after the party it was a surreal scene, Cynder panting with a dopey grin and glassy eyes. Unable to keep herself up in her post-climax haze, Cynder shakily rolled onto her side, her purple mate helping hold her steady, then he rested atop her and started rubbing her belly.

"Should've brought a picnic here," Ember joked. "Just eat and casually fuck."

"While I like that idea," Flame muttered, nuzzling along her neck and licking at her cheek, "I'd prefer that roast Mom's got going at home before we leave for the Silver."

"Mmmm...yeah. You two are joining us, right?"

Spyro shrugged, Cynder not really listening as she basked in her afterglow. "Sure I guess. I dunno what we're doing after that crazy party."

"Party burnout can be pretty bad, yeah. Pretty sure you knocked up like, a tenth of Warfang."

Cynder lifted her head and craned back to lick her mate's cheek, Spyro purring and giving her a kiss. "I think we should head back soon though. Don't want the eggs hatching without us around."

"You've got time," Flame replied. "But yeah, I think we should head out either tonight or tomorrow morning. Let's get back to Warfang and plan out the day."

After that swim and dive, Cynder felt unusually peaceful, just lazily gliding behind the others. Winter was definitely coming up fast though, the wind was getting nippy despite the clear sun on her back. Landing on the upper terraces of the city, Flame shook himself off. "Gonna go catch up about the archaeologists and those puzzle boxes. Meet up in the market square in like...four hours?"

"That's a while," Cynder remarked.

"Yeah, I've got things to catch up on...and sadly, none of it is the fun kind."

"Egh, don't remind me..." Ember grunted. "I've gotta close up some financial accounts with the jewelers and finalize some stuff for the move. Yeah...about four hours."

"Guess we'll find something to do then," Spyro said with a shrug and a sideglance at his mate.

"Or someone," Flame added with a wink. "Alright, cya in four hours then. I'll let Mom know to expect you two."

Ember trotted up to them while her brother padded off. "On that note though...you're still fine with breeding others, right? Our moms are practically begging for eggs...so if they find out about your breeding stuff, they're gonna want."

Cynder's eyes narrowed. "You're not gonna spring it on them like you did to the rest of the party? I mean, not that it wasn't fun but it did seem a little...contrived."

She smirked back. "It was gonna happen anyway so I cleared the air early. But...no, we haven't yet told them who got me pregnant. I didn't know if...older married ladies would put Spyro off, since you've only dealt with us young girls."

He blanked at that and blushed. "I...uh..."

Cynder rolled her eyes again. "Well...for this breeding program, I think it's kinda gonna be all ages isn't it?"

"Yep. Girls starting their first heat to older ladies past their primes. Could be a practice run? Unless you want to practice with the Matrons..." she added with a playful wink and a teasing tone.

"I...don't know. I mean, if they want eggs..."

"Another mate swap could be fun too, I know Dad would probably want to keep Cynder entertained."

Cynder blushed at that. "Well...maybe..."

"If it gets that far...and this time I'm not gonna push it. We can still knock them up second-hand with Spyro's cum and Flame's dick like the other girls already."

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Spyro asked in exasperation, Ember laughing and Cynder giggling nervously.

"Alright I'll stop embarrassing you. Later." She trotted off, swaying her hips and obviously enjoying the weight of eggs in her rounded belly. Cynder huffed and rubbed her own middle, silently hoping to have lots of eggs from Flame this time around too.

"Everything's sex with them and their group, jeez..." he grumbled, rubbing his muzzle.

"It's fun though."

"I mean...yeah, maybe, but..." His wings mantled down, though her nose told her why, the black dragoness smirking at his arousal. "I guess we should go look around for stuff. Get you some of those nesting materials."

"I'm fine for now, but a look probably wouldn't hurt."

Most of the markets were at the lower street levels near the main city gates, but the residential terraces had a few here and there as well. Cynder gravitated to one in particular that was selling knitted quilts for dragon nests, woven with fine wax-fin grass strands to help protect against spills. "Oooo this one's so pretty..." she cooed as she felt a circular quilt patterned like a summer midday up near one side and transitioning through sunset colors in the middle to a night sky at the bottom.

"Nesting?" the fiery proprietor asked uncertainly, giving them an odd look.

"Something like that," she replied. "How much is this one?"

"Uh...well..." The hesitance on the topic was getting very tangible. "It's ninety-five."

"Oh...wow, um...that's a bit steep..."

"Wax-fin grass is expensive."

"Guess it's aimed at the well-to-do ones living up here," Spyro mumbled, gently nudging her with his tail. When they were out of earshot, she sighed heavily.

"Guess some still won't grow up..."

"Guess not. But I bet after the party, we now know someone somewhere who could make you a custom one."

"Maybe."

"Let's go get a snack."

On the way down, Cynder was fairly quiet. Biting his lip, Spyro could only stay quiet as well, not wanting to upset her. There was still a lot of lingering sentiment regarding her past, and Warfang had been one of her biggest targets during her time as the Terror. Hopefully one off-occurrence wasn't going to make her depressed and moody again...

"Oh! It's Spyro and Cynder!" came a familiar voice. They both glanced up to see two slender watery females. The twins. "Looking for something?"

"No, just milling around before we head back to the Silver Grotto."

"You're leaving already?" Lazuli asked with a bit of a pout.

"Any chance you could stay another hour?" Lapis added.

"Why an hour, specifically?" Cynder asked.

"We were...um...wondering if...if you could...well..."

"Make sure we..."

"Conceive..." they both whispered simultaneously. Spyro and Cynder glanced at each other. It was very hard to deny, after the sexual freedom of the party, the idea was definitely enticing. The twins still being somewhat heavy in the middle with Spyro's cum only eroded his usual resistance further.

"I guess we could, yeah. We're still waiting on Flame and Ember."

"They're probably getting railed-"

"-By their parents."

"Again."

"Sounds like this is an everyday occurrence..."

"It can be with them."

"Wouldn't be the first all-day they've spent."

Cynder rolled her eyes and smirked. "Geez...might as well be god and goddess of horny."

"I think they're off taking care of paperwork before their move, Flame didn't sound too thrilled."

"Oh...right..."

"They're moving..."

"But what're they gonna do there?"

"Are they gonna keep making stuff?"

"I think Ember's gonna keep working on jewelry, but Flame...I have no idea. He might just take up work as a breeder."

They both giggled at that. "Such a stallion~" they both cooed. Lazuli glanced at her belly still round and heavy with Spyro's cream from the party. "Could we...though?"

"Our house isn't too far."

"Wanna join us?"

"We've got lots of food and drink if you need!"

Cynder sighed softly, then shrugged. "I could do with getting off the street anyway..."

Their smiles faded. "Someone hating on you again?"

"Who's the jerk?"

Their intuition made her pause. "Uh...yeah, something like that..."

"Awww...come on."

Their home was tucked into the side of the main stone riser supporting the center of the city. From the outside, it didn't seem like much, just a doorway barely big enough for two dragons, but it led down a polished stone hall to the main living area, a spacious but cozy den with multiple lounges. Various dummies covered in clothing attempts littered the view between drapes of colorful ribbons. "Need anything?" Lapis asked as she brushed through some heavier draped translucent cloth into a room beyond.

"I should be good, thanks..."

"Oh no, you need a snack and some delicious juice," Lazuli replied, her twin coming out quickly with some tasty-looking confections and carrying a pitcher of something sweet-smelling with her mouth. To be polite, Cynder took a little tart and lightly nibbled on it with a mumbled thanks, but then paused as she tasted it.

"What is...what is this flavor? It's sweet but mellow and mild but...it has a bit of bite but not?"

"Starfruit jam!"

"We make it ourselves!"

"It grows in small bushes locally."

"Mmm...this is really good..." Spyro muttered as he tried one. "So...what do you two do for a living? Seamstresses?"

"Kinda."

"We're more like...studying fashion."

"Trying to set new trends that aren't..."

"Gaudy..." they both said together with exactly the same tone and cadence. It was so perfectly exact yet unrehearsed, it took the hero couple by surprise.

"Ember told us you're...mates?" Cynder asked shyly. "She hasn't said much else."

They both giggled and brought their hips around, showing off thin metal bands near their tailbases that Spyro and Cynder hadn't noticed before. "Yep! We're married."

"Siblings can marry here?"

"Of course!"

"Unlike the Furs, incest isn't taboo for Dragons."

"Didn't you know?"

Cynder blushed heavily. "No..."

Spyro cleared his throat. "It's been...a lot to take in, getting used to Dragon culture and the do's and dont's. We didn't grow up as Dragons. We barely knew anything about Dragon sexuality until Flame and Ember came along months ago."

They both looked at each other in surprise. Again, their movements were so perfectly mirrored it was a bit haunting, especially as they both looked back to them and tilted their heads in slight confusion, at exactly the same angles in opposing directions. "What do you mean?"

Cynder giggled nervously. "I'm sorry but that's- wow. How do you do that?"

"Do what?" they both asked exactly the same.

"That!"

Another shared glance with the same motions.

"It's like you're mirrored together, you move and speak so perfectly in tune."

They both shrugged simultaneously.

"We've always been like this."

"Not like we practice it either, it just..."

"Happens."

"It's a twins thing."

"Are you...like...exactly the same in all things?"

At that they separated in reaction, Lazuli smirking and shaking her head, Lapis giggling and covering her mouth with a paw. "Not at all. Lazuli likes sewing, and mushrooms, and swimming, and boys."

"Lapis likes being a stickler for exact measurements, and breads, and flying, and girls."

"Mounting girls, you mean."

"Same difference."

Spyro and Cynder glanced at each other again. It was a bit to take in all at once with how perfectly the two finished or supplemented each others' thoughts. "Did you get married because you're twins and so similar, or...I mean, how did that come about?"

Lapis sighed softly. "We weren't always in love with each other."

"Not like Flame and Ember were since they were kids."

"We used to annoy each other a lot."

"Sometimes hated being around each other."

"Went our separate ways as young teens trying to find our callings...before the war."

"We had to go into hiding with our little sister...we got separated a few times in all the chaos."

"While we were hiding...I guess things slowly changed between us."

"The sex sure helped."

"Well, that too."

"More like...our hearts opened up."

"We ended up realizing we couldn't bear living our lives without each other. We needed each other."

"We actually only recently got married~ like, just before Ember disappeared to the Temple."

Cynder blinked at that. "So...it's been a few months? But you sounded like you've been trying for children...at the party."

Their fond smiles faded to sad frowns. "Yes...we were trying during and after the war when we decided to become mates."

"But we never were able to...the Matrons said it's only in the last year that we actually matured enough bodily to start having eggs at all."

"But herms like us are often...physically unstable."

"We were so scared we'd never have eggs..."

"From each other..."

"Or anyone..."

Spyro sighed softly. "Well...the Matrons have told me several times that...my Patriarch abilities guarantee you'll have healthy eggs."

Cynder smirked and added "But...there's no harm in trying, right?" Her mate tensed up in apprehension, but the two girls grinned wide at that and blushed.

"Could we...?"

"Actually we did...want to try some stuff..."

"Some fun stuff..."

"You don't have to meet Flame for a while, right?"

"It's been...about half an hour now I think? We have three and a half until we meet them. And their parents. Then we have to head back."

"Three and a half is more than enough."

"Yeah! We can have a bit of fun."

"Is your little sister gonna be bothered by it though?"

"Oh no."

"She's with our parents in the south."

Standing up and stretching her wings, Cynder yawned lightly. "What's this about...trying something?"

Lazuli stood up and smiled shyly. "Ever taken two boys at the same time?"

"In your vagina?" her sister added for clarity.

Blushing fiercely with wide eyes at the idea, Cynder shook her head. "N-no...not yet?"

"Wanna try it?" they both asked at once, mirroring each other as they lifted a hind leg to show off their slender erections and petite pouches. Spyro gulped at the unexpected surge of intense arousal that ripped through his body, especially as Cynder returned the grin and laid down on her back.

"Sure!" She was already practically dripping with need, and the twins needed no further encouragement as they flowed over her and aligned themselves just right so their shafts were pressed together, the two cocks just a bit wider together than Spyro's girth. As one, they pressed the tips to Cynder's sodden slit, Spyro moving to get a better view out of sheer curiosity. The twin herms teased at her nethers for a few thrusts, then slowly pressed in until their sheaths met her scales.

"Good so far?"

"Yeah...bit crowded but it feels really good!"

"You're gonna love the next part then."

"Ooooohhh that's so weird but goooood..." Cynder mewled out, huffing and panting as the twins alternated thrusts into her. They both giggled, perfectly in sync, one slender cock gliding into her while the other slid out. Spyro licked his lips at the sight, his mate's perfect slit stretched around two hermcocks, the sisters rubbing their sheaths and balls together, their vulva scales dripping wet with arousal and starting to form gleaming rivulets down their legs. They kept their tails hiked for the purple male's viewing, secretly eager for him to join the fun.

Join he did, but not in the way they expected. He carefully but quickly mounted himself between them, causing their cocks to stroke along either side of the gilded base of his own shaft, the rest of his length laying atop Cynder's round middle. Straddling his mate's tail, the purple dragon let them continue thrusting against his shaft while he groped their butts and gently slid a claw against each soft, needy netherslit, using their thrusting motions to rub their dripping snatches against the smooth upper curve of his claws. "You're both so in sync, but I wonder...does one cum before the other?" he asked with a grin, his Patriarch tendency starting to take over with three horny females in his presence.

Both so initially confident, but his question broke that, the twins blushing and fumbling words, especially when he teased his claws into their heated tunnels, two cum-filled bellies rubbing against Cynder's pregnant middle.

"How about this...first one to cum inside Cynder gets first ride on me?"

Lazuli broke their unity with a shuddering, lustful moan as she almost came right there from the sheer need to be bred. Her scaly flower was dribbling nectar all over his paw compared to her sister. Cynder twined her tail with his, tensing herself on the brink of climax.

"She's about to cum, girls...and you're making me harder...who wants it first?"

"Fuuuuck!" Lazuli squealed, clenching up, her balls pulling up and blending in with her crotch just behind her sheath. The next second, she pressed in deep against Spyro's cock and Cynder's pussy, her tail flagging and her hips jerking as she came hard in Cynder's depths. Lapis gritted her teeth at the sensation of her twin creaming against her shaft. The intensity and the warmth of cum, and the strange sensation of two differing thrusts, finally sent Cynder over her edge, the black dragoness moaning lewdly and quaking as she gushed and fountained all over the three joined at her crotch. Her heady nectar splashed all over their bodies, pushing Lapis over her edge and making her whine out as she pressed around Spyro's cock between them and hilted into Cynder, panting and staying a fair bit stiller than her twin, but ejaculating perhaps a bit more forcefully, spraying her seed against Cynder's cervix. Patting their rumps, Spyro chuckled and purred, guiding Lazuli back with a wet slurping noise as her slender shaft pulled free of Cynder's wet grip. The watery dragoness immediately lifted her tail and spread her legs, resting her head on Cynder's chest against her twin's foreleg. Without further ado, the purple dragon mounted her and she clapped a paw over her mouth to keep from yowling out in bliss as that incredible length pressed deep into her body, touching places that had only been touched once before by that same shaft.

Cynder purred in her afterglow, and leaned up to Lapis to whisper in her ear. "You like girls, right? Wanna keep fucking me?"

"Oh yes..." she mumbled back eagerly, her penis getting hard again inside the black-scaled girl.

"You like mounting girls and your sister likes getting mounted?"

"Mhm! We mount each other fairly equally but when we're with others that's usually how it goes...mmmph how are you so tight?"

"Matriarch~" she churred in response, letting Lapis fuck her to her heart's content while her twin mewled and gasped for breath under Spyro. Lazuli's eyes were slightly crossed with the intensity of Spyro's fleshy barbs and lovely ridges stroking in and out of her cervix, his tip bulging her belly and poking lightly at Cynder's gravid swell.

"It's so deep in me..." she gasped, lifting a paw to feel it just like she had at the party. "Fuuuuck..."

"And you're going to get bigger with my cum...and surely more eggs," he growled lustfully, gripping her hips and pulling her into his thrusts. The hermaphrodite dragoness squealed with anticipation and glee at the prospect, so very eager to have his eggs!

The conversation died off to focus on pleasing their partners, Lapis gritting her teeth and giving Cynder a rough fuck, their hips smacking together as Spyro mated her sister more gently to avoid injury with his length in her. Lazuli was a melted mess on Cynder's chest, huffing and moaning on cloud nine. Without warning the twins came at the same time with similar lewd moans to the ceiling, pussies dribbling and cocks spurting. Spyro gritted his teeth and then growled as he hilted up into Lazuli's depths, holding there and letting her feel his turgid malehood throbbing and spurting in her womb. Lapis was lightly thrusting throughout her orgasm, leaving a creamy, frothy mess of cum in Cynder's nethers, the black dragoness panting in glee. The three girls watched with glassy eyes as Lazuli's belly grew slightly rounder while the purple dragon ejaculated into her. Finally he licked her shoulder and pulled off, her hips flopping to the floor with a wet squelch. With a groan she rolled away from Cynder and flopped onto her back, her paws rubbing all over her belly with a fascinated excitement in her afterglow. A grin crept over her face as she came off her high.

"So much cum...how...how many eggs will it be?" she asked, still panting lightly.

"Dunno yet, dunno if my cum is responsible for the egg count," he replied, stepping up over her and presenting his cum-slicked shaft. Licking her lips, she purred and licked everything she could get.

"Mmmm...your cum is so tasty...much better than Flame's," she added with a giggle. He grinned and stepped back, the water dragoness smiling down at her belly. "I can't wait..."

Lapis blushed as she pulled out of Cynder's depths, then lifted her tail and presented herself to the purple-scaled Patriarch. "Please...give me more eggs too!"

He was hard again in a heartbeat, almost literally. Cynder licked her lips and laid there, watching as her mate stood up and held the other girl's hips to guide himself into her depths. She gasped out and bucked back hard as his tip penetrated the tight grip of her cervix, then she gave a shaky groan as he bulged her belly. "F-fffffuuuuck..." she squealed, imitating her sister with her paw groping at his tip through herself. "It's so unreal..."

"It's real enough to knock you up," he growled in her ear.

"Give it to her hard and fast," Lazuli teased with a sly grin.

"No-!" she squeaked, getting cut off by an involuntary gasp forced from her when Spyro thrust up hard into her.

"She won't say it but she likes it," her twin added at Cynder's questioning look.

As the purple male started drilling her, hips and balls slapping against her, Lapis practically melted under him just like her twin, panting and moaning with a thousand-yard lidded stare. It felt so odd to her having such a huge cock in her belly with matching large balls pressing up against her own. In only a few thrusts she clenched on him and shuddered with a yowl, cumming hard on him and bucking erratically as her body seized up in bliss, her thin shaft lurching against her belly and spewing thin streamers of her seed. His soft fleshy barbs were hitting all the right places and more with every pull, his ridges popping in and out of her cervix with such alien pleasure to her body...

Spyro growled above her, wanting to hold back and last longer but also wanting to thoroughly impregnate the pretty girl under him and get at least another load into his mate before they left. "You want it?" he whispered.

"Yuuuhheeessssss..." she drawled out with a quiver of anticipation, her insides fluttering tightly around his girth.

"You wanna get as pregnant as your sister?"

Lapis tried to reply, but only managed a shaky moan that rose into a throaty squeal of orgasm, bucking against him again and rubbing her netherlips against his sheath with utmost need. Gripping her hips, Spyro growled louder, a sound that made all three girls shudder with lust rippling through them, then he moaned out deeply and lunged up into her depths and held there. Lazuli and Cynder watched excitedly as his massive balls pulled up behind his sheath and his tail started lurching, matching throbs just barely visible in the bulge of his tip in her belly before she started getting rounder and heavier with his load. The watery girl gasped and quivered with each pulse, her paws curling against the floor.

Giving her a few more shallow thrusts, Spyro gradually slid his softening member from her tight grip, Lapis flopping to the floor in exhaustion and purring with a dopey grin of afterglow on her face. He and Cynder shared a glance as the other two moved shakily to entwine in each others' limbs and wings, rubbing each others' cum-swollen middles.

"Eggs..."

"Finally..."

Letting them fawn over each other, the hero couple snuggled together, Spyro slipping his hard-on into Cynder, the black dragoness cooing happily. "Still hard after all that..." she churred, wiggling against him. "Still got some left for me?"

"Always." Giving her a deep kiss, they purred back and forth for a short while, Lapis mounting her sister and the two gyrating together and letting their happy lust take over for a bit. With that cue, Spyro started to slowly thrust deep into his mate, trailing kisses and licks down her neck to her shoulder and then wrapping his jaw over her shoulder to give a firm bite, holding her in place, Cynder going limp under him in pleasure and anticipation.

An hour and a half after they'd arrived, the two left the twins' home, Cynder looking quite a bit heavier in the middle, the twins blissed out and drunk on pleasure at the door to see them off.

"Stop by anytime you're in Warfang!"

"We'll have more tarts and fun!" Lazuli turned around to hike her tail at Spyro and Lapis lifted her leg to show off her sheath and balls to Cynder, the two blushing back and grinning in embarrassment. Thankfully, no one was around to see it.

"Feeling better?" Spyro asked after the door closed.

"Yeah. But let's just go down to see Flame and Ember for now. After all that...I uh..." She hid her face in her wing with a little giggle. "Kinda feeling...I wanna show off all this cum..."

"Cynder, are you becoming an exhibitionist?"

"No! I just...want others to see how full you make me. It's kinda...hot..."

"Okay, fine." Leaning in to kiss her, he whispered "I love you. Don't let others get you down. You're not alone."

"I know...thanks."

They still had some time before meeting the others, so they opted to head down to the park being renovated to see what all had changed or updated. They did get quite a few looks at Cynder's belly, the black dragoness keeping her wings up a bit and trying not to let others know she knew they were looking. She looked pregnant with six or seven eggs again, her belly quite large and swaying back and forth with her gait, but she still kept a sinuous grace to her movements.

"Feeling sexy?" Spyro whispered with a smirk, Cynder giggling and blushing.

"Kind of...but it's also liberating in a way. I don't know how to describe it."

"Definitely looking sexy," he replied with a low churr that made her spine tingle.

"Stop it or I'm gonna make you mount me right here."

"You wouldn't. You'd be too embarrassed."

"You shush. Save your cum for Flame and Ember's moms."

Walking down a row of saplings dressed in silks against the encroaching winter chill, Spyro let his mind wander, wondering if he could somehow use his elemental prowess to bring Warfang back together from this ruinous state...but then again, that would be taking everything on himself and setting an expectation to go repair any and all settlements and cities still left in ruin from the Destroyer War. It hurt to see everything still so shattered and broken, but at the same time it was a morbidly unifying aspect as well, with various factions coming together to repair and build and try to set things right again. The conflict was depressing. He had the power to do something about it, but using that power would put a massive and unrealistic responsibility on his shoulders too. And right now, he had other priorities. His eyes roved over Cynder's body as she trotted ahead to adore a patch of hardy flowers. An impending family, and a duty to sire the next generation...or most of it anyway. He hoped the Matrons and the other research groups could find some way to heal the other males.

"Something on your mind?" He blinked, finding Cynder gazing at him, her eyes searching his for a response.

"Someone." He leaned in and kissed her softly, Cynder smiling into the kiss and reciprocating.

"Smooth bastard." Pressing her cheek against his, she stepped in for a hug and he wrapped his wings around her, heedless of other eyes watching them. "It's kinda nice out here. Away from the city noise. Yet close enough if things happen. Is this what the Grotto Citadel is gonna be like?"

"It might be. We do need to come to a conclusion, Cynder...at least for now. Do you want to move to the Silver Grotto?"

"I think so. At least until the eggs hatch. I think...for a while at least, I'd rather have the kids at our home. If they hatch on schedule, that is..."

"Alright. We should let them know when we get back. Speaking of getting back, we should go get ready to meet them."

Flame and Ember were waiting for them early, going through the saddlebags strapped to Flame's sides. "Oh hey, you're back already," Ember called, waving to them. Flame gave her a kiss.

"Gotta take some stuff to the movers, I'll catch up with ya at dinner. Don't get too horny." He rushed off, Ember giving a soft sigh.

"Something wrong?" Cynder asked.

"Nothing. Just kinda feeling...weird. I've spent almost my whole life here. Feels weird to be packing up and moving."

She led them down the streets to a rather large set of domiciles set into the city walls. Nudging the door open she peeked in. A very gripping aroma of roasting meats and vegetables wafted out, Cynder sniffing and already mentally trying to place what the smells were. "Hey dad, I'm back! Guests are here!"

"Kitchen," came a deeper voice in response. "Moms are out getting some desserts!"

As they followed Ember in, they looked around, feeling a little out of place. Most of the decor was just patterned sheets tossed over things, and rugs lining the walkways, with a few jugs and pots here and there holding various small plants or trinkets. A few torches offered lighting enough to move around. Compared to the somewhat more open and lavish house the twins lived in, this place felt run-down. A long, low table curved through the middle of the next room, its inner curve easily accessible to the kitchen right around the corner. Some baskets of breads and fruits were already out. Ember disappeared into the kitchen ahead of them, and came back out followed by an aged Fire dragon that looked a lot like an older version of Flame. He bore maroon crests, graying at the edges, drawn back behind his neck with a pewter cuff, and curling fiery crests at his shoulders. Dipping his head low to them, he stammered a little. "Greetings, S-Spyro and ah...Cynder. Yes, hello, welcome to our home!"

"Dad, you don't have to shy up in front of them," Ember mumbled with a roll of her eyes.

"But dear they're- they're heroes! We should've rented a grander hall!"

"Move you old fart," she replied, nudging him out of the way to excuse herself into the kitchen. The older dragon blinked at the two standing in his foyer and gulped nervously.

"I ah- I apologize, I um...they said you were coming but..." Dipping his head to them quickly, he knelt, Spyro and Cynder blushing awkwardly. "Th-th-thank you for everything you've done!"

"Uh...sure...no problem?" Spyro muttered. They were somewhat used to others stuttering at them but not this directly, usually they were able to excuse themselves and walk off, or it was while they were shopping or otherwise preoccupied, but this kind of direct awkward interaction was something they had no experience with. Cynder just kept her mouth shut, her lips thin with total indecision on how to act or what to say.

"You'll have to excuse my parents," Ember called from the kitchen, "Dad's a worrywart when it comes to official stuff."

"Ember dear you can't say things like that in front of heroes!" he countered.

"Dad! Spyro's the one who fucked these eggs into my uterus!" she replied, her choice of words very deliberate. "Flame and I say worse things on the regular! They're not military generals who're gonna demote you to dungeon bathroom cleaning if you so much as sneeze the wrong direction..."

"This is awkward..." Cynder whispered, carrying her voice to Spyro's ears with her Wind power.

"I think this is a regular family..." he replied as the older Fire drake turned back to the kitchen. They heard some shushed words, mostly exasperation in tone from Ember.

"Dad, if anything you're the one embarrassing me right now! They saved the world and Spyro's the most powerful dragon in existence, yadeyada all that crap, but they're totally normal. There's no pomp and circumstance or frills and scarves with them. Chill."

"Ember, dear, you don't understand, heroes deserve respect and-"

"Then respect them and don't stutter and raise a fuss. They're here for dinner, and if you're gonna freak out over propriety, it's only proper you meet the guy who blessed your son and daughter with their own children. Spyro got me pregnant, Flame got Cynder pregnant. Spyro's not a high and mighty snoot like those ice bastards lording over you, and Cynder's a total doll. They're my friends now. You're way older than me, you should know better."

"...I'm sorry, you're right. I- dear Ancestors, this is so awkward."

"You made it so. Now shut up and go apologize, I'll finish in here."

"Amazingly mature of her," Spyro whispered to his mate, Cynder rolling her eyes with an amused smirk.

"Probably comes with the territory of growing up with Flame."

Coming back out into the dining room, the older dragon nodded to them more slowly, trying to calm his nerves. "I am so terribly sorry, may we start this introduction over? I am Kindlagrus, father of Ember and Flame. W-Welcome to our home."

"I- um. guess you don't need our names but I'm Spyro and this is my mate Cynder."

"It's not much here but, do take a seat and make yourselves comfortable." He ducked into the kitchen again and returned with some bowls held in his wings, then went back and got a ladle, moving over to a pitcher of juice nearby and spooning out a drink for them to lap at. Cynder took her time getting seated with her burgeoned middle getting a bit in the way of the relatively unusual seating arrangement, finally opting to lay on her side with her belly against Spyro's thigh, the purple male laying his wing over her. Sitting opposite to them, their host gave a soft sigh of relaxation. "So...Ember has...um...appraised me of the situation. Might I ask how you all met?"

Spyro looked up a bit in thought. "Well...I first met Flame during one of the Guardians' rescue missions they sent me on. There was a convoy of survivors trying to reach Warfang but they needed assistance. Flame was with them. We met again recently when I was heading to Screenath Library for my...Patriarch testing."

Cynder took a small sip of juice. "Ember and I have met a few times in passing at the Temple while she was getting Terrador to appraise her jewelry, but we kinda more officially 'met' when her last visit turned into one of the worst heats she's ever had and she had to stay at our place overnight while some emissaries were at the Temple. Her visit was...kinda one of the solid proofs of Spyro's...affliction."

"Flame did mention something about that, yes..." He squinted in thought. "But why is it an affliction?"

"Because I'm not naturally a Patriarch," Spyro replied. "I've already confided with Flame and Ember about it so...it's only fair you know too, but others cannot know. Not yet anyway, it could threaten the children."

"I see...it shan't leave this room."

"When Cynder and I defeated Malefor, he was pulled into the Core by...I can only imagine they were the souls of prior Purplescales. But he had a myriad of ancient dark magic protections around his body, and apparently, they were set to afflict anyone near him so his death would be avenged. Or so we think anyway, maybe they weren't meant to, but they did anyway so here we are. He had the groundwork for an ancient curse from the Apes, meant to siphon all virility from Dragon males across the planet and grant it to himself, which would turn him into a Patriarch and the sole male capable of fathering a new generation, which of course, enslaves the whole species to his whims. There was another curse that was supposed to lash out and kill anyone near him on death, but that might've been the transmission for his Patriarch curse to me instead. And that curse was completed when I used my Time Fury to repair the planet after the Destroyer completed its circle. So...I saved the world, but Malefor cursed me in that moment to absorb all the virility of every male Dragon alive. We don't know about the kids who were eggs at the time though, they might still grow up unaffected...that's the hope. But right now...because of that curse, I'm the only male capable of making eggs with females."

The expression on his face was difficult to read. "But...Ember just told me that Flame got Cynder pregnant?"

Cynder nodded. "Unlike Spyro's curse, I'm apparently a natural-born Matriarch. It seems exposure to my body over time can replenish a male's virility, but we're still testing because I'm not yet into most of my Matriarch ability yet. The Matrons estimate most of my full potential won't be until we're fully grown. Flame knocked me up as part of that experimentation with the Matrons' studies. We don't know yet if it's a permanent restoration for him, or if it's only because he's been around me for a while and it might fade again...but it's official that he impregnated me." She blushed and giggled at that.

"This is...a lot. Excuse me if I seem in disbelief but...it feels fantasical."

"It does, but it's all true," Ember replied as she came back in from the kitchen. "Spyro's a full-blown Patriarch, Dad. Apparently it was his overproduction of pheromones that sent me into such a bad heat at the Temple, and at their house, but we didn't know at the time because my case was the first proof of it even occurring. So...you could say Flame and I have been a litmus test for their abilities."

At that, he finally cracked a smirk. "Something I'm sure you're enjoying."

"Oh, so very much!" she replied with a wide grin. "I get to be a total slut, for science!"

"You should've gone to study under the Matrons, not jewelry," he remarked with a wistful sigh.

"Yeah but then the sex becomes boring and routine, I get to have fun with my craft and my body this way."

Perhaps it was best that Flame and Ember had been so openly sexual so much around them. In the back of his mind, Spyro found himself wondering how this kind of talk had become so normal in their lives so fast. The door opened again and there was much rustling of fabric.

"Sorry! We got a bit uh...tied up," came a voice behind one of the drapes. "Kindle, hun, that smells amazing!"

"I would hope it does!" he called back. "Can't let our guests here leave Warfang without a taste!"

Two heads poked around the drape with saucer-wide eyes at the mention of guests. "Th-they're here already- oh my!"

"Here we go again..." Ember mumbled under her breath.

"I see two sexy butts blocking my way," came Flame's voice behind them. "What's the stall here?"

"Better spank them to move them," Ember called back. Two resounding smacks and matching yelps of surprise caused the two pink-scaled females to come more fully into view, with Flame's dumb grin behind them.

"Oh hey, you're here! Moms, this is Spyro and Cynder!" The two groups awkwardly nodded to each other, Ember facepawing with an exasperated laugh to herself.

"This is so much worse than I expected. Mom, mom, grow up and get your butts to the table please, I just had this talk with dad and I'm not repeating myself."

It was easy to see the family resemblance. Flame looked like a younger version of his dad almost perfectly, while Ember was a blend of features that both her mothers shared. As they sat down, Spyro couldn't help noticing one was younger than the other and looked very much like a daughter to them. She was first to nestle in against Kindlagrus, shyly blinking at the hero couple, while the older, slightly curvier lady took a more dainty seating posture but also maintaining reassurance contact with her mate. Ember and Flame sat at opposite ends of the table, but only briefly before they quickly rose to the kitchen and came back with the food. Steaming crockpots loaded with something savory. When the lids were pulled back, Cynder and Spyro's mouths watered at the blast of meaty, savory fragrance drenching the room, a huge and super tender chunk of meat simmering in a lake of its own juices and generously large chunks of root vegetables. A few large herb leaves adorned the top of the meat, quickly removed before things were set out.

"Dad, if you would?" Flame muttered, the older dragon clearing his throat.

"Yes, well...um. Ancestors, we thank you for this opportunity to gather again as a family...especially extended family by relation now." He cleared his throat again at that. "May you watch over us and guide us eternally."

Dripping wet thick slices of the meat were pulled apart and plated quickly, spooned over with grease and veggies. It looked and smelled so deliciously unhealthy. "So, before we start choking on any news," Ember piped in before they could take bites, "Mom and mom, obviously, you know who Spyro and Cynder are...but we thought it'd be good for you to meet the ones who helped Flame an' me start a family."

"Yes...I'm shocked you're settling down now," the older lady replied. "But what exactly is going on here?"

"Spyro, d'y'wanna explain it again? He just told dad before you arrived."

Taking a small bite of vegetable, Spyro hissed through his teeth at the hot burn on his tongue before he started. "Mmmm...that's delicious... Um, yeah, well, basically, I'm a Patriarch Dragon it turns out...and Cynder's a natural Matriarch. Malefor cursed me when he was defeated. I'm...kind of why no other eggs have been born since the war. Malefor's curse siphoned all the male dragon virility somehow and granted it to me. So...right now, until the Matrons find a way to break the curse, I'm the only one that can father eggs. And...well. Ember was the first besides Cynder."

Cynder blushed at that. "Yeah...we've already had our first clutch. These here are Flame's. I guess exposure to a Matriarch can somewhat cure the virility issue? It's still under a lot of study."

"So...lemme get this straight," the younger mother said, "Some kinda ancient magic curse drained all the guys' balls into Spyro's?"

He shrugged. "I don't know how it worked. No one really does. But they're working hard trying to find out how it worked so we can break it. I just wanted a quiet life together with Cynder, not have our kind's existence riding on my shoulders."

"So...if we...if you mate us when we're in heat, it'll guarantee pregnancy?"

Cynder shook her head. "It seems a female can have sex with him at any time and it'll guarantee eggs. Just having sex with him makes them go into heat right then and there." She quickly leaned over to Spyro and whispered "You put that girdle on, right?"

He blanched and readjusted in his seat as his inventory magic flashed and the codpiece appeared, cushioning and cupping his heavy balls against the herbal leaves within. "Good catch."

"It still seems...hard to believe," the older male said with a small sigh and a shake of his head. "I mean, I know this is serious since the Screenath Library has been randomly summoning males lately. But...to this extent?"

"It was an attempt to subjugate the entire world to his will..." Spyro growled at the memory of that awful face laughing at them. "But unfortunately, my attempt to pull the world back together was the final piece that ancient curse had been missing all this time. His magic protections were supposed to kill us...and instead transferred his magic to me and turned me into a Patriarch. Cynder's a natural-born Matriarch though, no magic involved there, so even if I do have this curse broken, she can continue having children."

"What are you planning with the eggs you have now?"

Rubbing her belly, Cynder sighed softly. "I...don't know. I don't know how many I have yet, but they're all Flame's for sure. We need to see about housing and resources and all that but...I might...have to start surrogating and giving up for adoption. We're keeping our first clutch, but these..." She looked to the other two for confirmation, getting uneasy shared glances across the table.

"Yeah, we...hadn't really thought about that, going into this. But...I think, depending on when they hatch, I'd like to have them," Ember confessed. "Which means Flame will have to get a real job."

"I'll probably go work as a hunter or farmer at the Silver Grotto," he replied, "if I can't get an actual paid job as a stud for all this extra breeding work."

Their older mom canted her head in confusion. "But, you can't sire eggs with normal girls, can you?"

"No, but I can fuck some of Spyro's cum into them and it apparently still works. A lot of the girls that are part of the early program tests are pregnant that way. These two needed a lot of time to come to grips with the situation so I filled in for them." Holding up his paws quickly, he added "Not saying that in a bad way, o'course, it's a really stupidly weird sitch to be in in the first place."

"I might help with the surrogacy, I'll have to see how I am after these eggs," Ember chimed in, rubbing her belly with her wings. "Seriously, though...I can't tell you how happy I am that we're finally having eggs!"

Cynder blushed as she eyed the older dragons. "Is it true you're...two parents and a daughter, but still mates?"

At that, Kindlagrus smirked and fondly nuzzled his daughter, then his mate. "It's very true. She's our firstborn."

Blushing, she smiled and nuzzled his neck. "Yeah...kinda grew up with a crush on dad, so when I was old enough I asked if he'd marry me too."

Her mother gave a wistful snort. "We were...hoping for a larger family together but...it didn't work out, and as of late we were afraid we'd never have eggs again. I would so enjoy having another set of little paws around here..." Her gaze settled on the purple dragon. "Pregnancy is...guaranteed?"

"Uh...yeah. It is." He felt a bit nervous, hoping this wouldn't turn into another dinner romp.

"What's all this news about the Silver Grotto?" Kindlagrus asked, as if trying to divert that question.

"It's being rebuilt as a new temple, but for the breeding program," Flame replied. "Right now...dragons are kinda-sorta endangered after the war, so...yeah, don't tell anyone that, things are being figured out."

Cynder was chewing on some meat, trying to figure out the curious blend of flavors dancing in her mouth. Spyro wasn't as hungry with the current topics. "I think the Matrons are getting set up to move some of their operations there permanently, and...I guess soon here I've gotta start...studding... ugh, this is so awkward."

"Do you need appointments or...how is this all working?" their younger mother asked.

"Dunno yet. I mean, I've been given permission to...well...impregnate females as I deem fit, but not too many for now. Which I might've pushed thanks to a certain dinner," he added with a sidelong glance at Ember, getting a proud grin in response. "I think it may be by appointment once it officially starts, out of fairness and all that since it's not limited to when a girl goes into heat."

"I haven't been in heat for years now...is it still...possible?"

"I guess? The Matrons said it should work for any female regardless of age- er, well, advanced age."

"I see..."

"Probably best not to force the opportunity," Kindlagrus added. "Not that I'm cutting things off, I just don't feel we're ready to have kids so quickly at this time. We...did kind of assume it wouldn't happen again so things are not at a point that would be good for raising another set."

"True...but then when would be able to? There might be a wait list."

Spyro shrugged again. "I dunno how it's all gonna work out. If Flame gets hired as an official stud for the service, it should go twice as fast in coverage, but it really only takes the one attempt so far as I understand. But...it does have to be sex, the girls that tried to use my...um..."

"Your cum, Spyro, you can say it, we're all adults here," Ember chided playfully.

"Yeah that. Without sexual conduct, it doesn't work."

"That's...very odd. Semen is semen is it not?"

Cynder cut in quickly, feeling Spyro getting a bit overwhelmed. "It's that curse. It only maintains potency with sex, somehow. There are a lot of weird quirks with the situation that the Matrons are trying to figure out."

Flame shrugged. "Well, with the news outta the way, let's finish this food before it goes cold!"

"It all seems so...unbelievably unusual..." the older dragoness muttered as she nibbled on some meat. "But if it's being taken this seriously..."

"We're expecting the matrons to put forth some sort of announcement publicly soon, but...what about, they haven't told us."

"Strange indeed. Basic magic is an everyday thing...but to think it could be so vile and complex..."

Wiggling her paw, Ember lifted her drink bowl to her mouth with her magic, taking a sip. "It's very handy to know. It's already helped me save so much time and struggle with my jeweling. I can use it to levitate and guide things so much more precisely!"

"She's gotten really good at it," Flame agreed.

"Wonder if I should learn the basics..." Cynder muttered. "Might help with keeping spices organized while I cook..."

"Not to mention basically having another set of 'paws', i guess, when the kids are running around," Spyro added.

"Yes, there's that too," Kindlagrus grunted in affirmation. "It's incredibly handy to be able to reach something out of reach when they're getting into things they shouldn't be. You are waiting for them to hatch? How long has it been?"

"I...laid themmm..." she hummed in thought, staring at the ceiling. "I think about a month ago now? It hasn't been very long." A sudden wave of urgent need to be with her eggs suddenly hit her and she trembled.

"Are you okay?" Ember asked.

"I want my eggs..." she whimpered, feeling her pulse spike.

"Oh dear...separation anxiety. One moment." The younger mother quickly slipped to the kitchen while Spyro wrapped his wing over his mate. She came back breathing her fire into a kettle, a warm, spicy aroma combating the smell of the roast on the table. "Here. Drink this, slowly."

"But I don't want tea, I want my eggs..."

"Fretting won't help the ones in your womb, hun. Please. Just try it?"

Spyro poured her a bowl and she whined until he held it to her lips. She sipped at it for a bit, then started drinking it slowly until the bowl was empty. The tension in her wings quickly left. "Oh...what...what is this flavor?"

"Drachalla tea, also called 'drake chiller'. For some young mothers it's a wonderful ward against separation anxiety. I had to keep a stock when these two were waiting to hatch." Wiggling her toes in the same manner as Ember had with the silver orbs at the Temple, she caused a drawstring leather pouch to float in from the kitchen. "We don't need it anymore so, if you need it, you may have it. It'd do you better than it would for us now."

"Thanks..." she whispered as she held the pouch. "I'm sorry, I don't..."

"It's fine, dear," the older mother crooned. "It's your first time. Almost all of us have gone through that. Ember likely will as well."

"Nah I'm just gonna stay in my nest with the eggs and let the guys hump me while their mates are getting bred." She said it with a wide, proud grin that almost seemed jocular.

"Of course you would." Her father shook his head.

Chewing the last of what was on his plate, Spyro leaned back a bit. "Mmmm...this is so good. Thank you for the meal. I think Cynder might like to get the recipe."

"Mmm..." He smirked a bit. "Family secret."

"Well, then, maybe I can pick it apart by taste," she retorted with a matching smirk.

"She's found her hobby in dabbling with foods and recipes."

Flame groaned with a grin and a small shudder. "Ooohh duuude you've gotta try her cooking too sometime...she made us some wonderful dishes while Ember was in heat. Probably saved my life too with how she was draining everything in me."

"Not my fault I was craving dick so badly..." Ember grumbled sheepishly.

"So, when are you two getting married?" their younger mother asked, the two couples glancing back and forth in momentary confusion.

"Us, or them?" Flame asked.

"Uh...well, either, I guess, are you two not married?"

Spyro and Cynder shared a glance. "No? That's actually fairly new to us too. Sorry, we're...there's a lot to all this dragon 'culture' that we haven't heard about. We didn't know incest was so common until we found out Flame and Ember are siblings."

The three older dragons grinned at each other. "It's pretty common, yes. I never expected to marry my own daughter, but I do come from a brother-sister relation myself. Some might say it's genetic but I doubt it."

"Maybe you should hold a combined marriage ceremony. Flame and Ember should really officiate themselves at this point. It's early but you are of legal marriage age, you know."

Shrugging, Ember poked at her drink bowl in thought. "We want to, but there's so much up in the air right now. New home, eggs on the way, job shifting..."

"No better time to do it though," their father insisted. "You have so many new starts already, you may as well just tie it all together."

"Is there...something special about marriage for dragons?" Spyro asked.

"It depends. By now you've likely heard the theories that dragons are connected by their souls in mateship."

"Yeah...the pink cheeseball over there told me about that."

They laughed at Ember's indignant jaw-gape. "It seems to be true enough, but depending on how serious you are about it, some claim that the mateship ceremony tangibly deepens that connection to each other. It's not just a simple trade of vows and gifts or rings like the Furs do. Ember might have to walk you through the specifics of how it would work, but you essentially pour your elemental energy into a trinket, share those trinkets, and then...well."

"Consummate," the younger mother finished for him with a blush.

"Fuck each others' brains out," Ember embellished with another wide grin, her parents groaning. "But, it can't just be any old trinket...so far as I understand anyway. Tail rings like the twins have are seen as the best to have for it, but the best results seem to come from metal purity, design accuracy, and gem selection. It's actually why training for jeweling is so serious - if you can make excellent marriage trinkets, you can command really good prices. It's a dying art unfortunately since more seem to think it's just traditional hokey ancestor worship...but my master made the rings for the twins and they told me they've felt a unity in their hearts they didn't think possible. I don't think it's placebo either. Similar claims have come from couples who did it as pure rote motion to appease their families."

"Interesting..." Spyro murmured. "Is it...maybe magical in basis?"

"Given the elemental expenditure, I don't know, but it could be. Some still say our elements and abilities are based in magic, just focused differently through our bodies." Flame finished his meal and leaned back, doing nothing to hide his lazy erection and dangling balls, though he didn't really seem to notice his position. "I need to ask Volteer about those silver orbs, last I knew he was talking along the same lines about those. Some sort of magic focus changing the energy into a new form."

"I'd love to use those if they're viable," Ember added. "They're so pretty! They'd go so well with some moonstone cabochons..."

"What do you do for a living, currently?" the older mother asked. "Guardian work?"

Spyro shrugged. "Sometimes. Cynder and I have...mostly just been living off the land until her pregnancy happened and all this Matriarch-Patriarch stuff came down on our heads. For a while we were just roughing it in Avalar in a cave. The Guardians kept sending me left and right on various clean-up or rescue missions over the last few years, Cynder's just stayed at home avoiding the public eye. We just wanted a quiet and private life."

"Yeah...unfortunately, now we're everyone's business...or soon to be."

"Away from prying or blameful eyes, I imagine."

"Yeah...it's been nice to get out and see that others have finally accepted that I'm not what I used to be...but it still hurts so much when someone..."

"Old scars may never heal for some...one of the lesser dark sides of society. I do admit, I was...somewhat disbelieving of it too, until I heard the details of the final battle. To shake off such powerful control like that...and without magic resistance. You have a strong heart."

"I hope so..."

"How many eggs do you have waiting for you, if I may ask?"

"Six."

The three stared at her dumbfounded. "Six?! And that's your first clutch??"

She blushed and giggled a little. "Yeah. That was one of the big cues to me being a Matriarch. So far as they estimate I have four or five from Flame right now."

"How did you deal with being so...encumbered?"

She and Ember couldn't help a snicker at the double entendre. "I...dealt with it? I dunno, I just went day to day with it. And...I loved it. I've never felt so...I dunno..."

"Sexy?" Ember suggested.

"That...but more than that. Just..."

"Glowing," Spyro remarked with a smile.

"Yeah. Glowing. Alive. Completed. I've never felt like that before and I can't wait to feel it again. Plus Spyro helped me train for it, I guess, with how much he produces."

"Cynder!" he whispered.

"Yeah, Spyro's Patriarch thing makes him cum bucketloads," Ember affirmed. "And boy does it feel amazing..."

"Makes Cynder's belly swell like she's about to drop another five eggs," Flame mumbled around his claw as he picked at his teeth.

Kindlagrus looked a little uncomfortable at that and their mothers were wide-eyes and blushing. "That's not...physically possible, is it? I'm definitely not asking for a demonstration but...the more I hear of this, the more it feels like something out of Ember's overly-fantasized porn novels."

"Porn?" Cynder asked.

"Pornography. It's uh...media depictions of sex meant specifically to arouse others. Usually overly idealized and fantasized."

"I...guess in hindsight yeah it all does...but I wish it was fake," Spyro grumbled. "Having our species rely on my balls for continuation...I still don't feel like I'm ready for that."

"Maybe you should get this place ready for more kids, then swing by with mom and mom, and mount me or Cynder while Spyro knocks them up," Ember suggested with a teasing tone. "You'll get to see how real it all is then."

"It's ah...a very tempting idea..." their younger mother said with a heavy blush. "I do miss being pregnant too..."

"We'll have to think about it," Kindlagrus said with a sigh of finality on the subject. Cynder caught a peek of a maroon tip at his crotch over the edge of the table. "Perhaps we should stop embarrassing our guests with the subject."

Flame was about to ask if it was him getting embarrassed instead, but caught sight of the look of relief on Spyro's face. "Yeah, we got a bit carried away. But...it's still topical, I guess. I'm gonna miss this place, but I do hope I can find some decent work at the Silver Grotto."

"It seems a fair few are planning to move there already," their older mother said. "Wonder how many they plan to support."

Cynder leaned against her mate lightly. "They're setting up a shopping district, an area for crafters, some schools, and lots of residences. The main Temple up top is apparently for breeding and family consultation with the Matrons."

"Will you be living there?"

"We don't know yet," Spyro replied. "Still discerning. We have a home we just finished building when all this came down, so...it's a bit of a heartache to have invested in a home just to resettle for this business."

"I see. Yes, that would be quite the tear...but if this is as serious as it sounds...you do have an escape route, yes?"

Spyro nodded slowly. "I've figured something out."

"Good. I may need to dust off our old country home as well...if Flame and Ember are the first ones affected by all this, or even planning to be primarily associated...we can't ignore the potential targeting risk to them as well."

The grim tone settled quite quickly in the room. "You...don't think someone would...seriously?" his daughter asked.

"Someone would, and probably will make an attempt in some way or another. It makes sense now...the Matrons did put in an unusual request for more intensive guard training and more aggressive hiring. Some of the better guards have been reassigned. Makes sense now that they're being redirected to the Grotto."

"Just in case, I would hope that it doesn't come down to anything though."

"If the matrons are involved...no doubt they have some powerful backing as well, but with risk comes reward in the darker circles, some may see it as an open challenge. I would sincerely hope they do not plan anything...but it is best to be prepared."

Spyro nodded slowly again. "After this trip I'm probably gonna hit up the dojo at the Temple again and start training some more. If...I have time with all this crazy business. I don't know what'll be expected of me."

"Studding," Flame chuckled.

"Flame..." his father admonished.

"It's not wrong though!"

"Be that as it may, we've touched on it enough." At that all the girls started snickering and he facepawed. "I swear, every female around here is horny out of her mind."

The evening horns sounded, Cynder glancing at the front windows. "Oh wow, it's dark already?"

"Do you need to head out?" Spyro asked.

"I...don't know. I mean, the tea helped but...I don't really know how I'm feeling."

"Mmm...probably best to get some sleep early then. I know that helped me." The younger mother stood up and stretched her wings, lightly batting her father teasingly in the process. "I'm glad to have met you both, though. Thank you for helping our children start a family."

"Do you need to retire?" Kindlagrus asked, standing up as well.

"I...think that might be a good idea, yeah. Sorry..."

"You're fine, hun. Separation anxiety is an unpleasant matter for anyone to have to go through, it's best not to push it. Get your rest, then get back to your eggs soon."

"Yeah...thanks."

The old fire dragon took one of the crockpots into the kitchen, and after some rummaging, he came back with a leather pouch sealed tightly. "Take this with you if you wish. Leftover roast. If you heat it with your firebreath later and crisp some of the meat, it tastes even better twice-baked."

"Really? I hadn't thought of that...twice-baking?"

"Works best with dairy bases." He had a somewhat telling smirk on his face. Cynder smiled back.

"I see...maybe I should make a roast and bring it here, see if I can replicate it."

"Perhaps. I would welcome the challenge to the family recipe."

At the door, Flame and Ember held their wings together. "Thanks for stopping by," Ember repeated her mother's sentiment. "Sorry it started so awkward."

"I guess it's to be expected since we're seen so highly..."

"Maybe, but still. Figured it would be good of you to meet the family now that you're technically related." She rubbed her belly and Flame eyed Cynder's with a wink. "It's gonna take us a bit to get things sorted here still, from the sound of it, so you'll have the Grotto to yourselves without us until we get the moving stuff ready and all this paperwork fixed up."

"Fixed up?" Spyro asked. Flame rolled his eyes and snorted.

"Yeah...typical bureaucracy. Too many lines to sign, too many papers...things got lost in translation so we've gotta make sure all the residency stuff is properly in order, but they can only do it by appointment, yadeyada. It's so stupid. You're lucky you went from a cave to a private self-made home. Hopefully the Grotto situation doesn't involve even more paperwork later when everything's more established. Warfang is...really strict on it."

"What if you didn't do the paperwork?" Cynder asked.

"I lose any sales and advertising rights here in Warfang," Ember replied. "That's a huge market to lose on. Could kill my attempts to become a jeweler."

"Yeesh. Alright. Good luck with that. You're staying here for the night then?"

"Yeah. You've got some privacy at the inn. Gonna chill with the parents for a while until the move."

"And the return trip will be quieter and less fun." Ember pouted at them, then giggled. "Alright, shoo, get your sleep. Cya at the Grotto soonish."

"Yeah. Thanks for having us." With that they left and quietly made their way to the inn, Cynder making herself a bowl of tea as soon as the door was closed. "You okay?" he asked, nosing at her.

"Kinda...but we need to get back. It's...not just the separation..."

"Social anxiety too huh? Alright. We'll leave before sunrise so you can avoid the crowds."

"Yeah...I'm sorry I'm such a drag about it..."

"Don't be. Your comfort and health are important." Giving her a kiss, he purred softly to her, then shuffled sideways with his lips still pressed to her. She smiled against his mouth, then churred as he mounted her and slipped his shaft right up into her nethers, her legs spreading in invitation to make room as he spread her depths. "Besides, I gotta get outta here too. It's too busy for my liking."

"Yeah, it is..." She rolled her hips into his thrusts, the two purring and nuzzling back and forth as he slowly took her. "Might wanna put your girdle away..."

"Why's that?"

"I wanna feel your balls against me while we do this."

He smirked and shoved up into her while putting away his girdle with his inventory magic, Cynder gasping softly in glee as that massive sack brushed against her clit. "Like this?"

"Yeeessss..." Letting her head hang almost to the floor she watched under herself as that heavy pair swayed with his motions, bumping her mound with every hilting, a small bulge forming in her belly around his tip as always. "Ancestors, Spyro, that's so fucking hot to watch...don't stop...your balls are so huge...so sexy..."

"And they're all yours."

"Yeeessss~" she squealed, clenching hard on him. Despite the fun with the twins earlier, he felt his pleasure ramping up as his mate's depths worked his length so eagerly. Not bothering to hold back, he kept thrusting faster and faster, Cynder squealing and moaning happily under him until with gritted teeth he slammed up against her labia and held there, the black dragoness panting with a huge grin as those large nuts pulled up against his sheath and then started pulsing with his cock inside her, tangibly warm spurts of seed bathing the eggs in her womb. Gradually her belly grew rounder and heavier, until she couldn't see his balls anymore, at least not until he finished and they descended again.

"You wanna cum too?" he asked, his paws kneading her middle.

"Don't wanna make too much of a mess...it just feels so nice having you in me right now~"

He grinned and gripped her chest, then she yelped and giggled as he stood up on his hind legs and carried her to the bed, laying her down and propping himself up at the edge to continue thrusting lightly, planting his feet more firmly on the floor. "Maybe I should fuck you all night long...stay an extra day just for sex before we leave."

"You have no idea how much I love that idea..." she churred, curling her tail around his back. "But...I do want to get back to the eggs. Maybe...one or three more loads?"

"Alright."