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The arena erupted in a fit of cheers, claws stomping and wings flapping in a thunderous chorus of applause. The many sequential rings descending in neat rows around the central pit were filled with dragons of all shapes and sizes, boasting colors from fiery red to deep ocean blue. Fire spewed forth from the open muzzles of the more eager spectators, causing those races less fireproof among the draconic throng to shy away or scatter like fleeing birds into the stands.

The epicenter of the merriment was the combatants that prowled and stalked around the sandy pit at the center of the Warfang arena, its circumference lined by enraptured dragons, peering over the spiked rim wide-eyed at the dragoness stood proudly atop the virtual mound of defeated gladiators. Guard Captain Cynder, loomed proudly atop her latest victim, the fallen combatant's wing pinned parallel to his dorsal spines as she yanked once, ushering a squeal of submission from the bested dragon.

Adorned in sleek ebony and silver armor, the dark dragoness leaned in, tugging at his horn with one foreclaw as she snaked her head close to his and smirked. Barely audible over the cheering crowd, even with the voice-amplifying enchantments of the arena floor.

"Looks like you were mistaken about my first time back," she cooed, letting his head snap away from her as she let go. "Almost a year, and I still got it."

The dragon pinned under her huffed, smoke seeping from his flared nostrils as he squirmed. All the while Cynder stood atop him like a living throne, spread her crimson wings wide, and lifted her head high. The crowd went wild once more, cheering her name as if they'd all simply forgotten what a terror she'd once been. All but one dragoness, the dragoness many would consider the most important among the countless spectators. And why should they not, she was royalty, after all.

Princess Ember lounged upon her modified throne, the large plate of golden metal and elegant robes refitted to accompany the bulk of the royal brood still swelling within her gravid belly. Out in public, she did all she could to cover the uncouth bulge in her gut with as many fine silks as she could, her wing folded over the bump for good measure as she leaned on her side, a forepaw pressed to her face in bland irritation. For too long had she been like this, almost a year, and still she was at least a month away from lay.

So much unlike the sleek dragoness below, her crimson underside only a little pudgy. Ember hadn't been alone in her pregnancy. Cynder too, had been expecting a clutch for the past year, having laid only a few weeks ago. The blessed purple eggs of her and the hero of Warfang; Spyro, the very dragon's eggs Ember secretly begged the ancestors she also carried. Not that she would ever admit the brood belonged to any drake other than her mate Flame. The very same fiery drake that stood proudly beside her, stamping his armored forepaws at Cynder's victory along with the rest, as the champion below dipped in a gracious bow.

It was a humble gesture directed right at the princess's ledge, the steep pinnacle that stood proud of the sloping stands around her. Like a bold rock in a sea of cheering, Cynder shot a glance right to the peak, and Ember swore she saw a smile on the dark dragoness's face the split second their eyes met. Despite herself, Ember was swift to avert her gaze, her heavily pregnant state more than enough to justify forgoing the royal acknowledgment of the, as of yet, undefeated champion.

Seriously, after only a few weeks she's burned off so much of the egg weight and is back fighting! The pink-scaled princess thought, scowling at her own belly as she imagined how long it would take her to reattain her former figure. It's not my fault they're so big... Not to mention how much they make me eat!

She would never admit that at least some of her new girth may come from gluttony as much as it did from the eggs softly grinding inside her distended stomach like smooth pebbles. Even so, as she did all she could to avoid making eye contact with the devious dragoness below, masking her true feelings for her at the same time, the crowd stilled. Obviously awaiting words from the royal podium, Ember curtly nodded to Flame, hiding the scowl his cheering for Cynder conjured with a cheap smile.

"Love, if you would?" she asked, and despite a second of flustered surprise, the fiery dragon nodded, taking a step to the peak of the balcony.

"In honor of her majesty; Princess Ember Gold Scale of Warfang, the crown once again must congratulate you, Guard Captain Cynder," proclaimed Flame, his voice cast afar by the voice enchantments of his helmet. "It would seem that the challenge of becoming a mother has not dampened your skills as a warrior, I salute you."

Ember felt her spine prickle at her mate's lattermost words, feeling they were a little too personal as the fiery Royal Guard Captain saluted his subordinate with a wing, a gesture Cynder appeared happy to offer in return. Once again hiding her face behind a forepaw, the royal dragoness huffed smoke, doing all she could to ignore the awkward shifting in her gut as eggs rolled under her taut scales.

"The crown does me great honor, sir," Cynder responded, once again lifting to full height as she added. "I will admit, the past year has been hard, but I am not one to let myself fall short."

Ember swore she saw the dark dragoness glance her way again, feeling an infuriating heat in her cheeks as she averted her eyes and pressed a wing tight to her belly. All the while, the crowd let out more cheers, while Flame chuckled.

"I'm sure no one here disagrees with that statement," he responded, as the crowd began to chant about the dragoness who'd never yield.

Seconds later, the Royal Guard Captain gave a nod, the standard announcer for the quarterly match taking over, calling out the statistics and titles of those who'd taken part. Flame stepped down the squat steps at the podium's peak, shaking the spotlight from his wings like a golden aura as he looked back at his princess.

"Well, that went well," he said simply, glancing around at the cheering masses below. "Considering some of them doubted she'd make a comeback."

"Yes, how fortunate we are Cynder will always be here to save us from the vile grip of boredom," Ember deadpanned, eyes level as she slumped. "They also forget what she used to be."

"Come on, Ember, no one talks about her like that anymore," Flame stated simply, even having the audacity to roll his eyes before he slinked over to nuzzle her belly. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I want to leave, but at the same time, walking is a chore," she huffed, lifting her wing. "I hate this."

"Aww, come on, not long now, right?" He looked at her like an eager puppy, and she was sure he'd be there for the welps no matter who their father turned out to be. "The healers say what? A month at most?"

"Too long, whatever they say," she grumbled, averting her eyes from the bump, only to wince as the eggs pinched.

She caught the glance of one of the guards flanking her throne, naught but a fleeting twitch of his eye in her direction, but enough to wound her as she snapped.

"What are you looking at?" The armored dragon went stiff as a board, his golden plates rattling like a wind chime in a storm.

"N-Nothing, Your Highness," he stammered, clutching his spear tight as his wings fidgeted like those of a restless insect.

All the while Ember scowled at him, eyes narrowing to knife-thin slits as she let out a deep growl. At least until Flame stepped in, thrusting a wing between them.

"Say, why don't you two go and check the exit? I'm sure the princess is eager to get back to the palace and rest," he suggested, in a tone she deemed far too soft to issue orders.

Nonetheless, the two guards nodded, swooping out with a bellow of their regal, red cloaks as they clattered down the steps on either side of the throne.

"Ember, what was that? You can't just snap at them," Flame asked, appearing more as if he were standing up for a little sibling than one of his soldiers. "They're here to look after you."

"I don't need looking after!" the princess exclaimed, only to wince. If not for the cheering, she was sure the whole room would have heard her. "Nor do I need eyes gawking at this infernal bulk."

"How many times do I have to tell you, you're pregnant, not fat," Flame deadpanned, sweeping over, offering a forepaw to help her up. "But I hope you do consider that I understand how cumbersome it is."

Speak for yourself, all you have to drag around is that sack of yours. She internally muttered, only to sigh. Not that I mind that part of him!

Inwardly cursing that nagging part of her that longed to do nothing other than rutt, Ember regarded his outstretched forepaw with scorn, before finally accepting his assistance.

"You have no idea, Flame," she huffed as she rolled off her lounger, belly swaying as she staggered into his flank.

He stood firm, like a brick wall of scale as she slumped against his shoulder. While she did all she could not to melt like butter at his firm touch.

Damn it, why does everything make me so horny!? She inwardly screamed. I thought the desire for eggs would have gone while I'm expecting them!

"Whoa there, I got you," he assured, wrapping a wing over her back to stop her staggering back onto the lounger. "You good?"

"I'm fine, Flame, really," she snorted, waddling away from him, only to stop at the top of the stairs. "Let's just get out of..."

She peered down the winding passageway, barely wide enough to accommodate her extended girth as she felt the eggs roll and shift. As if shrinking before her very eyes, the long depts stretched out further and further, seeming longer than ever before.

Ancestors damn me, the next thing I do is get this place rebuilt! She inwardly huffed, as she used her wings to steady herself at the stairs' mouth like some hatchling petrified to take the plunge down a slide. Why does pregnancy have to make such a mockery of me!?

"Ember, do you need help getting down the stairs?" Flame asked softly, creeping around to peer at her.

He sounded like he was addressing a hatchling, the tone causing rage to bubble up within her, even as her mood swings suddenly had her on the verge of tears.

Bested by stairs, how much of a joke am I?

"I..." She swallowed hard, then drooped as she finally snarled. "Yes, yes I do."

*

Ancestors as my witness, so help me I'll remake this entire place to be twice the size as it is now! Ember hissed internally as she barely squeezed through the narrow archway, finally popping out into the sandy tunnel that led to the arena floor, the only exit wide enough to now allow her freedom. This is the last match I attend before they're laid, I swear!

"See, easy as pie," Flame panted, the red drake having worked up quite the sweat heaving his mate through the narrow confines, resting a forepaw against the wall as he caught his breath. "Now, to the carriage."

He perked his head up, glancing both ways down the hall as Ember flopped against the wall, catching her own breath as her weight leaned outward from the rock. She put off thinking about the light pinches in her gut, as well as the pressure between her legs, hoping the eggs wouldn't suddenly pop out here. Yet as Flame searched for the way out, it was a new voice that finally stole his attention, a voice that made Ember's heart skip a beat.

"Hey, Flame!" As if from nowhere, the unmistakable, purple-scaled dragon bounded up to the pair, skidding to a halt in the sand. "By the ancestors, what happened to you?"

Spyro pressed a forepaw to his snout, light armor shifting over his shoulders as well as the adorable egg pouch he wore over his chest. Even lacking an egg, the fact he always seemed to wear the thing now just in case, caused the princess's heart to flutter.

Sexy and a good dad, urg, why can't I be so lucky? She thought, standing up straight best she could as her bump swayed between her legs. He's gonna think I look hideous like this, the royal hippo, point, and laugh!

"The trials and tribulations of a royal guard," Flame muttered sheepishly, seemingly just as awkward around the hero of Warfang after the pair's few meetings. "The royal brood is getting to be a bit... Of a claw full."

"Oh, I understand, Cynder and I were really struggling the last few weeks. Though they say the time between lay and hatching is the last break you get," Spyro assured, then rubbed the back of his neck with a foreclaw. "Well, Cynder at least seems to be relaxed, I hate being away from the nest... Not that the sitters aren't good... I... Just prefer to be there."

Why is he so cute? Ember did everything she could not to be infatuated with his awkward adorableness, forcing a weak smile. I want him to be as interested in me as he is in those eggs! I have eggs too, I'm just as needy!?

She felt like a fledgling with her first crush, yet Spyro seemed to blush far more at Flame than he did her, rubbing one forepaw over the opposite foreleg.

"Seems like you need some time to relax too," the orange dragon suggested, only for his eyes to pop wide as he swiftly stammered. "With Cynder I mean... Not like we have to do anything!"

"Yes, yes, and you need a shower," Ember huffed, jabbing a wing at Flame. "Seriously, I don't work up as much of a sweat."

"It's just the nervous father talk," Spyro quipped, shooting Flame a coy look. "Cynder just left to clean off too... But if you want, Flame... Maybe..."

The purple dragon tapped his foreclaws together sheepishly, a red glow under his eyes as he glanced up at the fiery drake. There was a look of mutual embarrassment from the royal captain, even if Flame's red scales did a better job of hiding his flustered blush.

"You two are not subtle," Ember deadpanned, and the two males looked at her with awkward surprise. "Still, a ride home with a fresh mate, would be preferable."

The two drakes looked at one another, eyes meeting for a second, before they both glanced away like awkward fledglings, prompting Ember to roll her eyes.

"What's this about my mate?" Sounded a voice that struck the trio down almost as much as Spyro's had done the royal pair, the tapping of talons heralding Cynder's emergence from the steamy plume emanating from the showers. "He wants to shower with another drake?"

"I... Cynder... It's... I..." Spyro stammered, wings ruffling as his forepaws fidgeted in the sand, all the while Flame peered up at Cynder as if she were once more the Terror of the Skies.

Ember could almost hear Cynder's own eyes roll with a soft grind akin to the eggs within her belly, as the dark dragoness giggled.

"Well, maybe you should, you've not bathed in days watching the nest, love," Cynder suggested, wrapping a wing over his back, only for Ember to break the conversation as she cleared her throat.

"Your Highness." Cynder instantly met the princess with a bow, as the two drakes fidgeted awkwardly. "I take it you're well."

"I imagine you'd know just how I feel," Ember huffed, glancing away. "I would also insist on a moment of your time, if those drakes are sooo inclined to depart."

Cynder blinked, as if she were caught just as off guard as Ember's own feelings, but mood swings or not, the princess had a swelling desire to set things straight.

"You can watch her while we... You know?" Flame asked, peering up at Cynder like she were an imperious mountain. "Do stuff..."

"Yes, sir," she agreed with a nod, before the two males bounded off into the steam like giddy hatchlings, Spyro earning a playful flick of his dark mate's tail on the rump as he did so.

"They seem to have no idea, do they?" Ember huffed, leaning against the wall, seeing her belly once more shoved outward.

"Oh, I suspect they do, they were there," Cynder responded. "They just don't see it as a bad thing, only you do."

"And you don't!?" Ember exclaimed, receiving looks from a few onlookers, arena workers that fled at her imperious glance their way.

"No, not really," Cynder mused, slinking in close as she smirked. "And I've been where you are right now, I know there's a part of you that won't admit you like the idea."

"I-I like the idea of having the Purple Dragon's clutch, that's it!" Cheeks red as a tomato, Ember's head shot up as she snarled.

"And there's still a chance of that, heck, they could be of all four of us," Cynder reasoned, with a shrug. "My point is, we need to get over it for their sake, so are you game?"

"I take it this is not the place for a game?" Ember reasoned, narrowing her eyes, earning a nod from Cynder, before she finally sighed.

"Fine, we can talk... But that's it!" She jabbed a wing tip at the smug dragoness, before leading on. "Follow me."

*

The royal suite within the arena was nothing compared to that of the place. As extravagant as the vast nest room of smooth stone and excellently-crafted pillars, boasting heroic depictions of vast battles were, it was old and dusty. It had been a long time since Ember had used the place, it was always more something for her father than herself. Even so, the large golden doors to the chamber creaked open as Cynder held the things apart for the very grumpy princess.

I swear, she treats me like a hatchling one more time! Ember inwardly roared as the doors slammed shut behind Cynder.

"Wow, this place is a mess," the dark dragoness observed, swatting a foreclaw through a cluster of cobwebs. "You weren't kidding about not coming in here."

"What, you think I had reason to lie?" Ember asked, sighing in relief as she flopped her bulk down on the nest with a dusty thud. "Ancestors, my paws are killing me!"

"I know the feeling," Cynder responded, stepping up to the princess with little care for her snarl. "I don't miss all the weight, maybe the closeness of the eggs, but that's about it."

"You say all that like I don't know how you ended up pregnant," Ember huffed, a wing rubbing over her belly as she pressed her weight down into the soft nest. "All of this is your fault."

Despite herself, Cynder at least had the decency to look guilty as she winced, her wings ruffling.

"Yeah, I'm not going to deny that, but it all worked out for the better," she reasoned, looking herself over. "I'd not change my clutch for the world."

"Easy for you to say, Spyro is their father," Ember countered, and once more Cynder appeared a little shameful.

"And he could still be the father of yours, or Flame," she countered, jabbing a wing tip at Ember's bump, only for the princess's own wing to swat away the gesture.

"Or you are, you and your stupid toy!" Ember retorted sharply, leaning up as best she could to come eye-to-eye with Cynder. "Ever since you came here you've been a thorn in my side, and now that feels way too literal."

The sharp pinch of her eggs rolling within was only an unfortunate emphasis of that fact as the pink dragoness's face wrinkled. "Ouch... Damn, this pregnancy."

Cynder peered down at the princess's gravid bump, the sounds of rolling eggshells like grinding pebbles as the round mass visibly shifted and bulged.

"Whatever the case is, we won't know until they're laid," Cynder observed, cocking her head. "And you look close."

"I'd rather pop right now and get it over with," Ember huffed, patting a forepaw on the side of her bump. "I feel like a whale, I've not flown in months, I eat like a pig, and have to pee like... Every five seconds!"

She listed out her issues with flaming scorn, smoke hissing from her nostrils as the innocent bump simply rolled and heaved, the eggs settling as she became more comfortable. Despite it all, Cynder merely giggled, pressing a forepaw to the tip of her sleek muzzle as she folded a wing to mask her humor. That did little to steal her from Ember's scornful snarl, as the princess's attention snapped back to the dark dragoness with the whip-like fury of a viper's strike.

"What's so funny!?" she demanded, and Cynder's wing dropped, her forepaw set back down as she wiggled her hips and shoulders, offering a coy smirk. "W-what is it, what's so funny!?"

"You, you're such a grumpy mess," she declared bluntly, and Ember's muzzle wrinkled, pearly-white teeth on full display, yet Cynder didn't even flinch. "You forget that only a few weeks ago, I was like this, probably bigger, if you ask me."

"I'm aware..." Ember hissed through clenched teeth. "And I'm bigger, you're not one-upping me in suffering!"

"Pfft, fine, your royal roundness," Cynder responded, sweeping away, swaying her hips for Ember to see as she stalked around the nest. "Either way, I know how it feels, I know exactly where your buttons are and I know that no drake could ever understand, never see to you just right."

"I will kill you!" Ember roared, face contorting as she attempted to get up, yet having sunken into the soft nest, she couldn't even get her squirming paws under her. "Ancestors, help me get up!"

"I could help you," Cynder reasoned, standing up straight as she completed a full loop around the beached princess. "Or we could get over this pettiness and I could help you relax as only I can."

The princess's struggling stopped as Cynder ran a wing tip down her belly. The urge to swat the gesture away was strong, but there was something about the perfect line the dark dragoness's soft trail drew, like it were an ointment applied just right. For sure better than the many creams and honey balms the servants provided, the mere tap of Cynder's wing soothed her cracked underscales, eliciting a squirm from the pregnant dragoness.

"W-what did you just do?" Ember huffed, her head flopping back as she tried not to let the heat get to her. "How did you...?"

"Your belly gets so taut, the lines between your underscales part just a little, it's where the pain comes from," Cynder proclaimed, doing it again, and drawing a soft moan from the princess. "Trailing along the lines just right tickles all the nerve endings under your scales."

By the ancestors, I've not felt like this in months! She thought, closing her eyes tight as her wings drew back, exposing the full girth of her distended gut to Cynder. Curse her and her devious charm!

"How do you know all that, you're not a healer?" she snapped as Cynder drew another line, seeming to delight in the princess's defenseless bliss.

"You're telling me you found out you were pregnant and didn't read any books on the subject?" Cynder asked, one eye crest raised. "Really, no libraries in the palace?"

"No, I found out and tried to ignore it!" Ember retorted sharply, her head shooting up quickly, only to flop back as she huffed. "And I'll have you know there are four libraries in the palace."

"And not one tome on gravidness?" Cynder giggled. "I used to rub myself like this, Spyro tried too, but he never hit quite the right spot every time."

"I suppose you want the role of royal midwife now then?" Ember sneered, and Cynder shrugged, drawing back her wings.

"I want the kids to be safe and happy, even if these are not mine, I still care," she cooed, leaning in close to nuzzle the bump, before pressing her forepaws to Ember's underscales, eliciting a shudder from the princess. "Now, roll onto your back."

"Why, so you can make me submit again?" Ember snapped, yet her weight and a gentle shove from Cynder left her with little choice but to roll over. "As if I've not fallen far enough."

"Why do you talk about this as if it's such a punishment?" Cynder asked, resting her head on the peak of Ember's bump, smirking down at her. "You're a beautiful mother, the brood makes you look no less like a dragoness."

"Easy for you to say, aside from those hips you'd never have known you were pregnant," Ember huffed, averting her eyes. "You throw drakes around the arena like playthings."

"And you throw them around with words all the more," Cynder retorted with a smirk, before she slipped away and wiggled her hips. "Glad you like my ass though."

It was a wonder the whole nest didn't burn down due to the red glow that blazed from Ember's cheeks as she found her eyes fixed on Cynder's rump. Only for her to try to look anywhere else, finding the blind base of her belly very interesting all of a sudden.

"That's not what I meant!" she roared, flaring her wings amidst the covers. "I simply mean that you look... Shapely."

"I'll still take it as a compliment," Cynder cooed as she drew back, cupping Ember's own toned flanks between her foreclaws. "Though I can't say you look any worse off, your highness."

"Yes, well... I ask Flame if it makes my butt look big more often than I care to count," the princess growled, folding her forelegs over her chest.

"And what does he say?" Cynder asked, a smirk across her muzzle as she peaked from around Ember's large belly.

"He just assures me I still look beautiful, though sometimes I'd rather he admit I gained a few... Assets," she admitted bluntly.

"Oh, so the queen of rumps does like to be put down sometimes, hum?" Cynder purred, yet before the furiously-blushing princess could correct her, she felt a nip at her inner thighs. "Oh, you are tense, Ember."

"Tends to happen when I gain a few pounds and there's a devil under my tail!" Ember spat, and Cynder giggled, a low and devious sound.

"That devil would not be me, would it?" she mused, reaching her wing tips up to caress Ember's belly, while her foreclaws slowly leaned her hind legs apart. "My, my, no wonder you're so wet, the pressure on your clit must be insane."

"Let me guess, that's just one more thing I suffer because I'm fat!" Ember snarled, but Cynder hummed in disagreement. "Oh, then do enlighten me, healer?"

"When you're close to lay, one egg can really become wedged against your vent, it happened to me, and by the ancestors, was I horny," Cynder elaborated, then without warning, gave the princess a lick.

The sensation of her rough tongue over the royal love button was like a jolt of lightning blasting through Ember, rippling over her belly, tingling her shoulders, and causing her hind legs to quiver like jelly. Thrumming bliss spread out to the tip of each wing, as they and her head fell flat into the covers. Then it faded, leaving a dull throb in her pussy, the orgasm that had been bubbling up in her all day through the mere act of waddling around just about ready to pop.

"I didn't say I was ready!" Ember declared, while Cynder nuzzled her inner thighs. She could not see the dark dragoness past her belly, but she was sure the devious fiend bore a sultry grin. "That horny of yours clearly didn't disappear with your belly!"

"No, I guess it didn't," Cynder cooed, drawing another lick over Ember's clit that had the princess feeling more tingly than ever. "I also wasn't ready when my eggs came, doing my daily stretches and just... Pop, water breaks."

"I hate you," Ember droned drily, a cute giggle sounding from under her tail as Cynder offered another lick, the vibration only adding to the sensation of pure ecstasy.

"But you don't hate this, I can tell," she teased as she ran her long tongue around the inside of Ember's silky passage, now seemingly avoiding the princess's g-spot as her wings continued to massage her belly. "A little pushing and we could maybe have you lay."

"Y-you're not serious about that," Ember stammered, feeling a lump in her throat at the thought of labor. "I'm not even at my nest."

"So easy to tease," Cynder giggled, snaking her tongue between Ember's holes, before stopping just before her clit. "I imagine nesting was quite fun for you at the palace."

"Hardly, I couldn't help it... So many torn-up sheets," Ember admitted with a blush. "But I... Can... Ahh!"

The princess's excuses were cut off by a moan as Cynder leaped upon her clit like a hungry panther upon prey. She coiled her tongue around the swollen spot, suckling upon it like a needy pup on a teat. Ember could do naught but pant, huff, and moan, Cynder's wings pressing flat to her belly as if to milk the coming orgasm out from her. Sure enough, the pure bliss, bubbling like a fire between her hind legs grew and grew. She went stiff, her body shuddering and all of a sudden the tight pressure exploded free, the dam bursting, ensuring Cynder a wet reward.

"You taste as pink as you look, princess," the dark dragoness mused as she lifted her head to rest on the peak of Ember's bump once more, her ebony muzzle sleek with warm juices. "And I imagine there's more where that came from."

Ember merely pouted, her blushing cheeks puffing up as her muzzle scrunched and her forelegs folded tight. She averted her eyes downward, not daring to look her devious tormentor in the face as Cynder chuckled.

"Still, can't let you have all the fun, can we." Ember had just enough time to blink at that suggestion before she was rolled onto her side, and Cynder fell next to her, the two muzzle to muzzle.

"You think the boys are having just as much fun?" she asked, licking the tip of Ember's snout as the pink princess bit her bottom lip.

"They're wetter, if nothing else," she retorted, and Cynder once again chuckled, before she smirked.

"Hmm, then maybe it's my turn to get in on that wet action," she reasoned, getting up, slithering over Ember like a snake, and returning to her place between the princess's hind legs. Yet this time she left her dark rear right before Ember's muzzle. "You did say you like my ass, right?"

Ember balked at the display, seeing Cynder's crimson under scales sleek with dragoness cum, while her dark hips shimmered, jiggling just a little as she set back to licking.

Oh, no she's not going to outdo me again! Ember ceased the dark rump between her forepaws, the desire to give in to her lust overwhelming as Cynder yelped at the sudden clutching of the royal claws on her hips. I'm going to make her cum so much harder!