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Spyro and Cynder found themselves in the busy markets in Warfang and knew that the other dragons were watching them. Afterall, they were known throughout the kingdom for saving the world from the Darkmaster. The two of them strolled through the bustling marketplace, their scales shimmering in the sunlight and their wings tucked tightly against their sides to slip through the crowd. They were on a mission, although shopping for supplies was mundane compared to saving the world. Glances of awe from the other patrons had become a common sight for the pair and with a playful nudge, Cynder tried to embarrass Spyro by making him stumble.

The purple drake couldn't help but retort with playful banter. "You know, Cynder, I can carry more goods than you in a single flight." Spyro teased, nudging her back with his wing.

Cynder chuckled, her emerald eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, is that so? Well, I bet I could outfly you in a sky race any day."

Their boasts caught the attention of other dragons milling about the marketplace. Some stopped to listen, their own conversations momentarily forgotten as they watched the harmless exchange between the two legendary dragons.

Spyro flexed his wings, puffing out his chest slightly. "You know, I could take down a whole fleet of enemy ships single-handedly."

Cynder arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Is that so? Well, I once scared away a tribe of hill giants with a single roar."

A group of dragonesses lounging nearby cast appreciative glances at Spyro and admired his confident demeanor. Meanwhile, a cluster of male dragons nodded in approval at Cynder's bold boasts, impressed by her claims.

Cynder saw that she had an audience and brushed her tail against his with mischief in her eyes as she leaned in closer to Spyro, her voice low and sultry. "You know, Spyro, I could pin you down right now and make you do whatever I want."

A smirk pulled at Spyro's purple snout, as he saw her scales flush at the idea. Leaning close, he called her bluff. "Oh, really? Care to prove it?"

Without hesitation, Cynder lunged forward, her sleek form intertwining with Spyro's as they tumbled to the ground in a flurry of scales and wings. The marketplace around them fell silent, all eyes glued to the spectacle unfolding before them.

The two dragons grappled with each other, their movements fluid and graceful as they vied for dominance. Spyro's strength was formidable, but Cynder's agility and wit kept him on his toes.

With a sudden twist, Spyro managed to flip Cynder onto her back, pinning her beneath him with a triumphant grin, but Cynder was not one to be easily defeated. Using a swift movement, she rolled them both over, reversing their positions and looming over Spyro with a playful gleam in her eyes. “Oh come on, we both know you secretly like to be on the bottom-" She giggled, before her eyes went wide and he pulled her feet out from under her.

Their wrestling match continued, each dragon refusing to back down as they laughed and teased each other with each playful maneuver. The dragons and dragonesses in the market watched on, as the pair jostled and rolled on the ground and, while their claws and jaws harmlessly ran over each other's bodies, it was clear that they were both evenly matched.

In the heat of their playful wrestling, Spyro found himself on top of her, with a hind leg between her shoulder blades, pinning her chest against the ground and her hips lifted slightly. “See? I'm better, admit it." Spyro bragged and looked to the crowd for their approval.

“Please, that was intentional." Cynder remarked, even in the compromised position she was in.

“Regardless, time for you to pay the price!'' Spyro teased with a cocky grin, he grabbed her slender tail and lifted it up vertically to expose her tight vent and tailhole to the crowd.

''Ahhh!'' Cynder shouted at her sudden exposure and tried to squat down to get the leverage she needed to kick him off her back. However, with his paws tightly wrapped around her tail, she was unable to twist her body to break free. Cynder's cheeks burned as she heard the collective gasp from the crowd. Her entrance was on full display for the marketplace to see.

He had expected her to berate him, or thrash under his grip, but to Spyro's surprise Cynder let out a soft, involuntary moan, her emerald eyes fluttering closed for a moment. A flush of heat spread across her scales as she squirmed slightly beneath Spyro's touch. The other dragons around them gasped in shock at the unexpected turn of events, their eyes wide with astonishment. Some glanced away awkwardly, while others leaned in closer, their curiosity piqued by the sudden closeness between the two legendary dragons.

Spyro's heart raced as he looked down at Cynder, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. But to his relief, Cynder met his gaze with a lustful smile, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire.

As Spyro looked down at Cynder's slit, his gaze fixated on the delicate folds of the dragoness, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight. Like the crowd, he was transfixed at her exposed form. For Cynder, her cheeks burned as she blushed profusely, not just from being defeated publicly but also for enjoying the feeling of everyone looking at her most sacred region. She could feel the crowd's eyes burning on her and the gentle breeze of the marketplace against her vent made her shiver in a mix of arousal and embarrassment. Spyro's paw lingered over Cynder's exposed area, he presented her to the curious eyes of the gathering crowd. With a mischievous glint in his own eyes, he slowly began to rub her slit, his touch gentle yet firm.

Cynder's breath caught in her throat, as a shiver of pleasure rippled through her body. The sensation of Spyro's touch sent a wave of heat coursing through her, igniting a primal desire deep within her core. The crowd watching became oddly exciting for her, like she was the main attraction and before she knew it she moaned out under her breath. The tantalising sensation of his soft paw pads on her slit blocked out any thoughts of escape and she gasped softly as she arched her back slightly to press herself further against his paw.

A gasp escaped Cynder's lips as Spyro's paw began to move against her, each stroke sent a wave of heat crashing over him, igniting a fire deep within her core that threatened to consume her. The scent of Cynder's arousal began to fill the air, wrapping around him like a tantalizing embrace and causing his heart to beat faster.

Around them, the crowd watched in silent fascination, their own senses heightened by the intoxicating scent of passion which hung in the air. Some shifted uncomfortably, their own desires stirred by the intimate display before them, some of the males began to display their arousal proudly as they watched on.

“Dragons of Warfang, I believe Cynder here may need some aid. Will no one help her?" Spyro asked with a grin and made eye contact with a yellow colored dragon. The drake's eyes widening as the purple hero gestured for him to approach with a reassuring nod.

While the dragon stepped closer to get a better look, Spyro used a digit to gently hook on the side of Cynder's slit and pull it open, revealing her clenching tunnel and budding clitoris to the curious onlooker. “Doesn't she smell amazing." Spyro asked rhetorically to the new drake, while stroking the outer edges of Cynder's cunt to spread the glossy sheen of her arousal across her scales.

Cynder gasped at the sudden touch, her body trembling with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The gaze of the unknown dragons watching her exposed female bits being worked by Spyro's touch sent a rush of heat coursing through her, igniting a primal desire deep within her core. Her snout burned in embarrassment and a slight pink hue began to show through her dark scales. She looked back at the male dragon and saw his face partly hidden by her hindleg, with her paw over her snout in a mixture of shame, embarrassment and arousal.

The dragon's eyes widened in astonishment at the intimate display before him, his own desires stirred by the raw passion and intensity radiating from Cynder and Spyro. He leaned in closer, captivated by the sight of her slick entrance, her vagina clenching and pulsating with each breathless gasp. The yellow drake from the crowd approached, his snout drawing closer until it hovered mere inches from Cynder's exposed vent, a heady mixture of anticipation and apprehension filled the air. Cynder's scent, already intoxicating with arousal, grew even more potent as the dragon's proximity heightened her senses.

She felt a tremor of excitement ripple through her body as she sensed the heat of his breath against her exposed entrance, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. The sensation was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking, her body tingling with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

Spyro, ever the playful instigator, leaned in closer, his voice low and husky with desire. "Go on, I won't mind that at all." Spyro said encouragingly and looked back under him at the panting dragoness. “In fact, I think she likes it." He added with a smile to Cynder.

The dragon hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with a mixture of curiosity and desire at the undertail of the legendary dragon. But the primal urge proved too strong to resist, and with a lick of his lips, he leaned forward, his snout brushing against Cynder's exposed entrance.

Cynder moaned at the touch, her body quivering with pleasure as she felt the strange dragon's breath against her sensitive flesh. His warm tongue against her wet vent caused a low, primal growl to escape her throat, her body arching instinctively towards his touch. Gently at first, his warm, velvety tongue lapped at her slick folds and sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, igniting a fire deep within her core and taking her breath away.

Cynder couldn't help but let out a series of soft, breathy moans, her emerald eyes scrunching closed as she surrendered to the exquisite sensation. Each stroke of the drake's tongue against her sensitive flesh sent sparks of pleasure dancing along her nerve endings, building the intensity of her arousal with each passing moment.

Meanwhile, Spyro watched with a mixture of arousal and possessiveness, his own desires stirred by the raw passion unfolding before him. As the drake's tongue delved deeper into Cynder's wetness, he felt a surge of primal instinct coursing through him, his own cock trying to emerge from its slit in response to the erotic display. He tensed his hips, not wanting to expose himself to the crowd like his mate was. He could feel the tension building in his groin and adjusted his footing, so that his hind legs were closer together.

The sight of Cynder lost in pleasure, her body writhing beneath the drake's touch, only fueled Spyro's desire further. With a low growl of his own, he moved his snout closer, his eyes blazing with hunger as he watched the erotic scene between them unfold. "That's it." Spyro urged, his tone laced with desire. "Taste her, how wet is she? she's all yours to enjoy."

Cynder's moans grew louder and more urgent as the drake's tongue delved deeper into her wetness, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. With each passing moment, her body quivered with anticipation, craving more of the intoxicating sensation.

Pinned beneath Spyro's powerful hind paw, Cynder's body trembled with a potent mixture of desire and anticipation. With each stroke of the curious drake's tongue against her wet slit, waves of pleasure surged through her, sending her senses into overdrive. Cynder felt a surge of excitement from Spyro's weight pressing down on her course through her veins, the combination of his dominate touch and the scent of his arousal filled the air, mingling with her own musky scent and heightening the intensity of the moment.

Her body writhed beneath their combined touch, a symphony of moans and gasps escaping her lips as the drake's skilled tongue delved deeper into her wetness. Each flick of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure dancing along her nerve endings, building the intensity of her arousal with each passing moment.

But it wasn't just the physical sensations that drove Cynder wild with desire. It was the feeling of Spyro pinning her down, his possessive touch sending shivers of excitement coursing through her body. She felt completely at his mercy, consumed by the raw dominance that radiated from him. In addition, she could see the blurry outline of many watching on in rapt fascination, her unfocused eyes becoming half lidded as the drake placed a paw on her flank and tilted his snout to get a better angle.

Cynder couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the forbidden nature of the moment, being exposed and enjoyed publicly made her heart skip a beat. She felt the waves of pleasure building quickly within her, a boiling heat surged through her body, igniting every nerve ending with pleasure. The curious drake, sensing her impending release, redoubled his efforts; his tongue delving deeper into her vent with newfound urgency.

Meanwhile, Spyro held her tail up and out of the way with a firm grip, ensuring that nothing was off limits for the electric drake. "That's it." Spyro began, his words punctuated by the sounds of Cynder's moans and the drake's eager ministrations. "Moan for him, show him how much you need this."

Cynder's body quivered beneath Spyro's touch, her arousal reaching a fever pitch as the drake's tongue sent her spiraling towards ecstasy. With each passing moment, she felt herself teetering on the edge of release, her senses ablaze with pleasure.

And then, in a crescendo of sensation, her climax washed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out in bliss, her voice echoing through the air as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.

The drake, feeling Cynder's release, intensified his efforts, his tongue prolonging her climax until she shuddered in overstimulation. All the while, Spyro watched with a mixture of pride and desire, his own arousal growing as he witnessed the raw passion unfolding before him.

As Cynder's climax continued to surge through her body like a wildfire, she couldn't help but push back into the drake's eager ministrations, her hips rocking rhythmically against his snout. With each thrust, she sought to deepen the intimate connection, craving more of the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.

The drake, sensing Cynder's need, continued his ministrations, his tongue swirling and delving deeper into her wetness with expert precision. He teased and tantalized her sensitive flesh, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from her trembling body.

Cynder's passage clenched and throbbed around the drake's tongue and tried to milk him for seed he could never give.

Around them the air crackled with tension and anticipation, the crowd watching in fascination as Cynder and the drake surrendered to their most primal instincts. But for Cynder, there was only the electrifying connection she shared with the drake, a connection that transcended words and left her breathless with desire.

As her climax finally began to subside, Cynder exhaled deeply and her body became limp against the ground, spent and trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. The drake, still lapping at her wetness with eager fervor, savored the taste of her ecstasy, smiled at the limp dragoness before him.

Breathless and still trembling from the intensity of her climax, Cynder managed to gather her wits enough to thank the curious drake for his skilled ministrations. “Thankyou… I… I-I needed that." She murmured with a grateful smile.

But as Spyro finally let go of her, Cynder wasted no time in springing into action. A smile and a playful growl was the only warning the purple drake had before she had swiped his feet out from under him and tackled him to the ground. As soon as he was down, she leaned over him with a cocky smile and whispered just loud enough for him to hear. “Now, it's your turn to show the people what you got!" She reached over him and yanked his hind legs up into the air to exposehis bulging slit.

Running her paw down his belly to his groin, she purposefully avoided his bulging slit to tease his inner thigh and taint. “Mmmngh, come on now, let's give them a show." She whispered and slowly moved her paw to his slit. She could feel his vent's lips tensing tightly, to try and contain his member and save him from further embarrassment. But as she pushed her paw down on it, her digits pushed his slit apart on either side of his glans and she heard him groan out in defeat. Cynder watched as the purple dragon's member broke free of its confines and quickly grew to full mast. Pink in color and glistening with pre-cum, its ridged length throbbing with need. But what truly caught Cynder's and the crowd's eyes was the prominent knot at the base, a sign of his draconic potency and dominance. It pulsed with every beat of his heart, a testament to the primal power that coursed through his veins.

Spyro's breath caught in his throat as Cynder wrapped a paw around his hard cock, her touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him. He couldn't help but groan in response, his shaft hardening further in her grip as he surrendered to the intoxicating sensation.

His pink length throbbed as her touch alternated between gripping his shaft and gently caressing his unformed knot. His member was hot and slick with arousal, the ridged shaft pulsating with need as he moaned softly with need.

“Who would like to thank their fearless hero properly." Cynder announced to the crowd with a smile, while pointing Spyro's penis toward the onlookers. The electric drake licked his snout clean of her fluids but nodded for someone else to have a turn. The offer hung in the air like a tantalizing invitation, sending a surge of excitement through the gathered dragons as they watched in anticipation.

As Cynder continued to stroke him with skillful precision, Spyro's body quivered with suspense, his senses ablaze with desire. Each stroke of her paw sent bolts of pleasure shooting through him, building the intensity of his arousal with each passing moment.

But it was when she began to tease the back of his knot that Spyro's breath caught in his throat, a needy growl escaping his lips as waves of pleasure surged through him. His cock throbbed with desire as Cynder's touch teased and tantalized him, the ridged shaft pulsating with desperate need, as he surrendered completely to her ministrations. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge of ecstasy without going over and he knew he was at the dark dragonesses mercy.

Meanwhile, Cynder scanned the crowd with a playful glint in her eye, searching for someone curious enough to suck Spyro's cock. A dark gray dragoness stepped forward, her blue eyes filled with curiosity and desire, Cynder wasted no time in taking charge of the situation. With a playful smirk, she gestured for the dragoness to get to work, her voice laced with anticipation.

"Go on." Cynder urged, her tone husky with desire. "Show our hero just how much you appreciate him."

With that, Cynder took hold of Spyro's throbbing cock and angled it towards the eager dragoness. As the dragoness leaned in closer, her breath hot against his sensitive tip, Spyro couldn't help but groan in anticipation, his body quivering with excitement.

The sensation of the dragoness's lips wrapping around his cock sent waves of pleasure coursing through Spyro, his breath caught in his throat, as she began to suck and tease him with skillful precision. Her tongue was wet and agile as it stroked his length from tip to base and her hot humid maw gently took him deep. As the dragoness started to suck and bob her head she was rewarded with an ooze of pre and a blissful growl that resonated from Spyro.

"Oh, F-F-Fffuck." Spyro groaned, his voice husky with desire. "That feels so damn good." His hips rocked against her snout, as she smiled and looked him in the eyes.

Cynder, watching with a playful smirk, moved her head closer to Spyro's, her emerald eyes smoldering with desire. With a teasing glint in her eye, she wrapped her paw around the back of his knot, adding an extra layer of pleasure to his already intense sensations.

"Enjoying yourself, hero?" Cynder purred, her voice dripping with desire. “I could make you cum… or not… it's up to me."

Spyro could only nod in response, his breath catching in his throat as the dragoness continued to pleasure him with skillful precision. Each movement sent waves of ecstasy crashing over him, building the intensity of his arousal with each passing moment.

Meanwhile, the dragoness, encouraged by Spyro's response, redoubled her efforts. Her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive him to new heights of pleasure. With each bob of her head, she teased and tantalized him, the ridges on the roof of her maw dragged sensually across his cock in a way that made him clench his jaw to stop himself from moaning desperately.

But as the pleasure threatened to consume him and Spyro couldn't help but try to hump into her mouth, the dragoness relaxed and pulled back until just his tip was in her maw. Cynder, ever the playful instigator, held him still with a firm grip, her paw massaging his knot softly with skillful precision.

"Easy there, big guy." Cynder purred, her voice husky with desire. "We didn't give you permission to cum."

Spyro groaned in frustration, his body trembling with need, as he fought against Cynder's hold. But with each stroke of her paw against his throbbing knot, he felt his excitement spike and ooze pre into the dragoness's mouth, his breath hitching as her tongue dutifully lapped it up before swirling around his tip.

Sealing her lips around his tapered tip, the dragoness moaned around Spyro's throbbing cock, the vibrations of her pleasure sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through him.

Meanwhile, Cynder's paw slowly dragged around the thickest part of his knot, her movements mirroring the sensation of a tie, yet her grip was not firm enough to complete the illusion. With each stroke of her paw against his throbbing knot, Spyro felt himself teetering on the edge of release, his body trembling with the overwhelming sensation. He groaned in pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surrendered completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

As Spyro felt himself teetering on the edge of climax, Cynder smiled and whispered just to him. “Now, who is the better dragon?" She asked with a grin.

With a desperate groan, Spyro begged with a string of profanities, his voice thick with desire and urgency. "You are, mmmnngh, please!" He pleaded, his hips thrusting to desperately try to bury his cock in the dragoness' maw. "I'm so close, please."

The dragoness, encouraged by Spyro's desperate pleas, redoubled her efforts. With each lick, she could taste the salty pre that leaked from him and knew he was on a knife's edge. Meanwhile, Cynder watched with a playful glint in her eye, the sight of Spyro on the verge of release filled her with a greedy sense of satisfaction.

Spyro's pleas grew more desperate as the dragoness continued to tease his tip, her lips and tongue dancing tantalizingly around the sensitive head of his cock. "Please," he begged, his voice thick with desire and frustration. "I-I need more."

But as he begged for release, Cynder's grip on his knot relaxed slightly, reducing the stimulation and prolonging his torment. Spyro's body trembled with anticipation, "Fuck… please!" He swore, his voice filled with frustration. "Don't stop, please... I can't take it anymore."

Just when Spyro thought he couldn't bear the teasing any longer, the dragoness plunged her head down his sensitive length and resumed sucking his entire cock with newfound fervor. The sudden sensation of her mouth enveloping him completely sent a wave of pleasure shooting through him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As Spyro's pleasure spiked to its peak, Cynder's grip on his knot tightened, mimicking the sensation of him knotting a dragoness. With a primal groan, Spyro's cock twitched in the dragoness's mouth, aching for release as his knot swelled beneath Cynder's paw.

The dragoness, sensing Spyro's impending climax, worked her tongue with expert precision, swirling and massaging his throbbing length in a tantalizing rhythm while sucking hard. With a guttural growl of satisfaction, Spyro surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure, his body trembling with need as he rode the tide of ecstasy flooding through him. And then, with a final surge of pleasure, Spyro's body convulsed as he reached the pinnacle of his arousal. His cock throbbed in the dragoness's mouth and his knot hardened in Cynder's grasp.

As the first blast of pent up cum erupted from his tip and splashed against the insides of the dragoness' mouth, he tensed and humped his hips. "Fuck! Yes! Oh, fuck yes!" Spyro cried out, his voice thick with desire and delirium.

The dragoness, spurred on by Spyro's fervent cries, smiled and swallowed as best she could. Each throb of his cock rewarded her with another spurt of hot seed, her tongue working overtime to milk him of every last drop of pleasure. As she swallowed, the added suction made his paws clench tight and his voice became nothing more than a whimper.

Around them, the crowd watched in rapt fascination, their own desires stirred by the scene unfolding before them. The drakes wished to be him and the dragonesses glanced at one another, wishing they could take a turn.

Spyro's ejaculation was a torrent of ecstasy, his cock throbbed in the dragonesses mouth as he unleashed his pent up desire and Cynder smiled as she could feel his knot pulse with each wad of cum that left his body. Gripping his knot tighter, Cynder alternated clenching and relaxing her paw around the back of his knot to simulate a shuddering dragones and help to milk his internal balls dry.

As Spyro's climax began to subside, he collapsed on the ground, his body spent and trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. The dragoness, her hunger sated, withdrew from him with a satisfied sigh, a contented smile playing across her face as his cock fell from her lips.

In the aftermath of his release, Spyro laid panting on the ground, his body tingling with the lingering sensations of pleasure. With a contented sigh, he smiled weakly at the crowd, which was grinning at him and turned to Cynder, a playful glint in his eye, as he whispered. "That was incredible. But I think you are ready for round two."