Along the way
#2 of My Mirror
I don't really know what to say about this, i should've uploaded sooner but stuff kept me from doing so :/
Anyways, here's the second part.
Spyro positioned Flame atop him to carry him out. No longer did Flame protest against help, for he knew it wouldn't make things easier. He laid on Spyro's back, legs hanging off his sides, tail draped over his, tired and defeated.
Flame gently nuzzled his back and drowsily murmured a thanks before drifting off into a light slumber.
As Spyro began to make his trek back to the entrance of the cave, he was getting caught up in his own thoughts about Flame.
"I wonder..." He began.
"Who is this dragon exactly? All I know about him is his name."
Spyro sighed aloud and felt Flame shift in his sleep.
"Hm."
A grin spread across his maw as he turned his head to look back at him.
"He's asleep..."
Spyro chuckled and turned forward.
"He must be younger than me, but not by much. Still... Why do I feel this way about him? I know it's my duty to be a protector but... something about Flame..."
Spyro continued on his way back. Every now and then Flame would shift or murmur something lowly, but one incident really took Spyro off his guard.
Flame nuzzled Spyro's back affectionately.
"Nng..."
Spyro looked back at him with questioning eyes.
"Mm..."
Flame began licking the spot between his wings causing Spyro to stop mid step and murr.
"Yes..." Flame murmured lowly.
His licking and breath became heavier.
Spyro's wings spread outwards allowing Flame's tongue more access. The purple dragon moaned out lowly in pleasure.
Flame continued licking the area, slathering his scales in warm drool.
Spyro didn't question what brought about these actions or try to stop him for the time being, enjoying the pleasure too much. His claws dug into the ground below feeling the drool spread, he slowly curled his paws.
Flame continued licking him murring lowly, his body started to gently grind against Spyro's.
The purple dragon blushed lightly feeling his movements. He looked back at him with a small grin.
Flame gave light moans as he continued. "Ung... Mmf..."
Spyro shuddered at the feeling of a slimy dull object poking his flank.
"Is that his?"
Spyro looked back carefully, trying not to wake him.
Flame grinded on him a bit harder moaning out. His member poking out of his slit and sliding off his scales and going to the side. With each shallow movement he hardened.
"Ahh... Sperr.. Mmm..."
Spyro growled lowly spreading his claws out. As Flame unconsciously humped him, he found himself raising his hindquarters.
"What am I doing?" He questioned himself in his mind.
"But his- nng... ohh that feels nice..."
Flame groaned sliding his length back and forth across Spyro's flank. His slick member smearing pre and his natural lubricant onto him.
Spyro moaned lowly keeping his hind raised.
Flame whimpered lightly muttering some words.
"So clu- nnng..."
"Haa‾ mmmf..."
Spyro's eyes crossed looking upwards.
"Nnng‾ Spurr... ahhh‾"
Flame's member violently twitched as he thrusted against him. Long strips of white streaked the purple dragon's flank.
Spyro shuddered at the feeling, his own length exposed under himself.
"I'll have to clean off as soon as we get out of here..."
Flame settled down shortly afterwards, he licked Spyro's back again and nudged lightly as his member retracted back into its protective slit.
The hero continued onwards. His curiosity in the red dragon grew as well as his thoughts about him.