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Ah, the Evening Lake. Although the world's malachite sun can be a bit harsh for most living things, the lake shimmers and shines and reflects the sunset's beautiful glimmer in a thousand, brilliant stars. Taking an easy time of it after saving the world over three times, it's no wonder the legendary dragon hero known as "Spyro the Dragon" has made this lake a regular getaway. Spyro – the purple, magnificent specimen with whom all dragons would drop to their knees and all other females would gawk at - breathes in the fresh air, rests on the bank, and soaks up the sun's radiating heat. The serenity is too good to resist the call of sleep, so after checking if the water is cool enough, Spyro lies back and dozes off. However, despite the absence of a disturbance of any kind, the young Dragon doesn't find himself alone for much longer.

"Is that Spyro?!" A gruff voice spoke from a distance. It didn't startle him, though, thankfully. "Huh, I never thought I'd see him... Sunbathing!"

There's no end to curiosity, is there?

Not even when another dragon, tanned blue, his long curved horns, eyed up the most glorious treasure in Avalar. It didn't help the feeling he got near a real legend or simply an opportunity come and gone. However, soon after realizing the dragon is indeed asleep, Blitz stands quiet and stares at him. No matter what option the dragon thinks is appropriate, even waking the Legend isn't something the visitor is looking to do. Such a great form and might lurk beneath the large figure. So round, pink buttocks just begging to be exposed. To be mounted, ravaged, and nipped upon.

A grin hitched up the dragon's face. Oh, the temptation became far too difficult to ignore. All day, the blue beast's been searching Avalar looking for romance. He caught a few lovely beasts, yes. Only, none of them was his match, especially compared to the pink, red, and blue markings along his front. A single glance toward the heavens caused the hulking dragon to move. Step by step, softly, the dragon approached the sunbather, inhaling sharply as the scent grew clear. That musk was only made better because the recipient of such aura is the purple Dragon himself, the best hero of the land. Blitz continued with careful steps, making his way around the sunbather before turning his gaze down towards the slit marking the boy's rear.

Tilting his head one side, then the other, a decision finally came to pass. His interest took priority, surely, a hero will not deny him this. If the act is agreed, so be it. And so, once the purple's backside, as close and personal, came within range, a tongue shot out and licked across the wide crack. It didn't taste too horrid, sweet in some ways, but Blitz, even as curious as he is, cannot be satisfied by a simple lick. Next thing, the dashing blue dragon put his mouth over the opening and wiggled his slimy appendage past the ring and against his inner flesh.

"Woah, hey!" Spyro cried, jolting with a firm start.

Scaring the purple dragon shook the culprit, so he pulled away but did not lift himself off from the other beast. Peeking above the rump, a wicked twinkle formed in his eyes. What made it wickeder was the lopsided grin plastered on his muzzle.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to make you jump." Faux innocence seeped from the reply, which probably would have won Spyro over, had the assault not been commenced with his body. For Blitz didn't stop there. He reached for the hole and parted its cheeks apart again to resume licking.

Shivers surged through Spyro's spine. He raised his head, twisted his head around, and fixed the blue dragon with a strong stare. Even if a confused, somewhat flustered expression completed the look. This doesn't excuse the blatant advances. "I don't believe we've met, have we?" Without stopping his investigation of the Hero's ass, the intrusive Blue mumbled, "Yeah, no, hahaha," and proceeded to probe deeper. "Well, I'm Blitz and...well... I'm your biggest fan!"

Spyro backed away. Even for him, it felt somewhat awkward for several reasons. Granted, he's no stranger to being flirted with, however, while laying on his stomach, sunbathing, as mentioned previously? Well, nobody has ever attempted this bold approach, let alone say they're a fan and continue. At this point, the flabbergasted purple dragon, already worked up at the exposure, figured the male before him was just an eccentrical spirit – someone was playing a joke. Or, considering how often he's had his reputation blown out of proportion, the blue one just wanted an idol worthy. He's half-expecting the other beast to ask him for his autograph or something. So, why bother to react or think too deeply about it? After all, he did mention a familiar, although slightly odd, name.

"Blitz, hm. Can't say I've heard of you. Kinda hope what you're trying works since I just did help save the world...again." The small heroic quirk on his lips did give Blitz a chance to laugh and chime in. The reaction doesn't deter the mischievous scoundrel. It further empowered him. Leaning in a little closer, arms folded, looking rather domineering as he stood like a king over his subjects.

"Please, Spyro. I dreamed about this very moment for so long..." Strolling over to a lying position, Blitz kept his gaze firmly locked. Unrelenting and certainly growing alluring by the minute. "...To finally meet the great Spyro in person." It shouldn't affect him the way it did, and yet, the same shiver flew right up Spyro's spine. Maybe lust or plain nerves, not that he would admit either, of course, or show himself blushing brightly. Blitz hummed a carefree tune, approaching even still.

"I'm flattered, but trying to take advantage of me right away. Especially when I'm napping? Not cool..." The low, rumbling growl did more for Blitz than words. If anything, this could be his in. He also felt terrible about being so rude to his guest. Guilt reared its ugly head, though it helped lessen his urges. All he's done, so far, and this dragon has the gall, the audacity to disrupt.

However, Blitz had his eyes fixated.

He isn't going to stop. And Spyro took notice of the undivided attention with mixed emotions. "Blitz? Do you need help finding the closest town, or...?" Yes, it's not so far a walk down south. Which only left him in the dark, no other response would suffice.

Oh no, he'll not be shut down that easily. But he had to change his tactics instead of being forward and rude. Blitz moved in close to the hero and lowered his back a little, taking his face to Spyro's face. Their eyes connect, and his smile softens. And slowly, the bigger beast eased himself upon the other. A subtle pressure pressed down on the helpless warrior. Had he had any serious complaints, he should've spoken up, if not now, long ago. Yet his silence said nothing. Blitz would appreciate the warmth, and a good blanket - except this Dragon is no standard issue.

"Blitz, please. I have a girlfriend..." Spyro whispered, clearly embarrassed but not backing away anymore. Instead, the great hero took a deep breath in. He sighed and licked his lips, though the new dragon seemed smug and amused. The purple legend is liking this and is unsure if he's allowed to.

"You know what they say about noodles and being straight..." Only their bodies touching, the two Dragons studied each other. Blitz appeared calm, seductive, and ever so inviting. An unappointed challenge to resist. Especially with the bulge forming under his tail!

Then, without another moment's hesitation, the impish conqueror snatched the peachy bottom and dove face-first between the cheeks. He didn't hold back, letting the animalistic hunger override his senses. He squeezed, dug in, and pressed his nose to the skin, driving his tongue beyond the ring and snaking the pink organ into the new depths. Bold, brave, or perhaps the last one. Regardless, in a place where none walked in, the rumors of the hero's infamous prowess finally unleashed and proved to be untrue. Well, sort of.

"Whoa, big guy! Careful where you're putting that. Most haven't reached—" Then Spyro let out a squeak, though pride would not allow him to finish the response or admit defeat. "Just didn't expect anyone to barge in." To think any other creature would simply watch the Guardian, who saved the day repeatedly, lay defenseless and expose their hideous form... Not everyone has the balls, he assumed.

Oh, how wrong the Dragon was. Blitz sucked up his nerves and braced. The sharp, rugged chin clenched the skin around his lover's pucker, parting the cheeky entrance after teasing its boundaries. To those who hear his story, it'll seem impossible. Even in a sexual frenzy, his mind could fathom nothing else. Only the smell and taste – so divine in quality, pure and glorious. His entire life was for the tail, yet this one is anything but. Impossible to taste, forever intoxicating him and will leave him hungry until satiated. Something the legend didn't notice the first time his hind began to twitch.

Blitz's nose went deeper into the dragon's slit, inhaling everything, and lapping the sensitive inner flesh at the same time. Sometimes a hand came up to give the internal balls a light squeeze through the walls, caressing the sacs' heavy contents. The way the balls shifted and squirmed under his touch...

The sensations tensed the proud Spyro. However, the efforts from this unseen admirer were far too delicate to cause the hero discomfort. His thighs did tense and the stunted, quick growls provided positive signs for the 'intruder'. That said, his reactions would get exponentially stranger the more Blitz pushes on. It starts slowly – gentle touches across the testicles, followed by a rough clench of the bunched flesh.

Although Spyro's cock was usually hidden deep inside, there must be a switch; some condition in a male's mind to flip a beast over or move when threatened. Thankfully, the Dragon is yet to change his position, lying right there, accepting Blitz's advances, which brought an end to the probing he attempted to do. So he goes for the next objective. "Amazing..." he muttered, wiping his broad, sticky, snake-like tongue up the middle and left ass cheek, purposely avoiding the hole by a hair's width. Damn shame when he couldn't capture its gorgeous twitch. The smooth texture under his maw offered an opportunity and he rolled his chin up the crack, tasting every inch while being true and gentle, nudging the tight passage with his warm, scaled snout.

After sliding his head's length back and forth, moving now deliberately, a short-lived chuckle leaves the mysterious perpetrator. He makes a show by spreading the rump, his nostrils hitting the dragon's tail base and grazes his lips over the clean pucker, opening the seal on the asshole. On the occasions he pushed his maw on the rounded rump, drooling his excess saliva and slobber, forming a slick sheen and lubricating the cleft fully, the mouth's movement would tug the tightly closed hole for Blitz's viewing pleasure. Often in between, the invader plants rapid and desperate kisses on the glistening skin.

The purple dragon's now towering, bulbous, and insanely twitching shaft, despite trying to remain hidden, soon finds its way out. Inch-after-inch springs into the open, all the while, emitting a steady ooze. Droplets built on the tip before making their way down the shaft's surface. For a purple, glorious cock, Blitz knew he found the jackpot. Now a plan begins to form, the gears start turning and ideas hit him quicker than ever. Thoughts filled the Beast's brain, all of which involved the obscene protrusion jutting from the plump Dragon's groin, particularly, whatever Spyro chose to do with it. Unable to contain his excitement, Blitz began his monologue on the Spyro's greatness. Or rather, his maleness.

"Ah, the glory of your great, purple scepter...! Look at the size of it," Blitz spoke in a dreamy voice. The Hero could feel his words vibrate from his perky balls and up his spine. "It's...simply enormous!"

He continued with lavishing attention on Spyro's dripping, pink and tasty, nozzle, sticking his spongy, velvety organ out the tiniest bit so the tip plays with the leaking, tingly tip, catching each droplet of pre-cum as it oozes out. This, along with his massive hands curling around the rest of the thickness, running them up and down the girth and playfully squeezing the knot. With the shape of his nail and long, slender digits, it's possible to trace the shape and etch ridges from one side to the other.

While all the touching turned Spyro's face a shade brighter, he resisted the urge to glare. The only part of him even close to behaving is the rapidly swelling cock, constantly fighting gravity and flexing harder whenever somebody drags a finger's length along its surface. It even swells further when Blitz removes the nail from the underside and presses the hole instead. The sudden, unexpected pressure earned the smaller male a gasp, but nothing more.

All this is to tease the dragon, get him worked up, and send his eyes shut from sheer frustration. The reason was clear - to get the throbbing appendage rock hard and demand attention. It worked too, if the purple one's intense panting is to go by. Then a loud hiss joined the harmony and Blitz peered over his shoulder.

"For years," he started, licking his soaked muzzle, cleaning the saliva, while his gaze never leaves the rising dragonhood, "I've waited, hoping for someone to take me in their jaws." Such wording would've been silly for any other action. For Blitz, giving Spyro the royal treatment, fitting his social rank and power, added the perfect element. "Since then, no heroes came my way and held out his cock." There, the big boy is finally hard.

Silence persisted, which the scamp exploited the most. "Now...now, I want to taste the hero. The greatest dragon in history." That seemed to have done the trick, just as the member jerked. In an almost sarcastic gesture, Blitz stared the glands before him dead in the eye. "The only cock I have ever truly lusted over. His penis has been a subject of wet dreams, literally." Shocking yes, but amusing, even considering the irony, namely, having a nice, fat penis in front of him. Even he must be feeling anxious, staring at the large meat.

Taking a step forward and closing the gap would be unwise, especially with a monster like that, as Blitz learned from the start. Instead, he bent forward and let the hot breath drift down the entire length until the wind stopped above the plump spheres, hovering and heating their surface, an act which made the dragon growl lowly. He's determined to make this work, to relish the thick slab of man-flesh, to drink the delicious load, and to have a lifetime memory of a true Legend.

"You were lucky to have come here, you know. Fate surely placed you, this rod and I, together." The eagerness is reaching an all-time high, for the smaller male feels no shame leaning all the way to lock his jaws on the dick, but allows the head and crest to slip past his toothy maw. While he held the precarious position for the majority of the insertion, remaining not quite full, the weight got the better of him. The cock came out with the blue's mouth when he tried. Like a slurping, slimy snake, his jaw wrapped around the top and wedged tight, forcing his lips back over the cock ring. Each tiny nudge drew a hearty groan from the violet sex god.

Strange how easy it became, once the beast got what they needed. It wasn't the size, no. They have more than enough practice to handle size and flexibility, just not with such a glorious tool. One, just right, to claim the space in his maw. Nothing needed. Just him. So much easier, in every meaning of the term. Every time his lips swallowed the head, coating Spyro's knob, the erection responded with a series of violent jerks, jumping about like an idiot. Eventually, after twenty minutes of licking, rubbing, coaxing, scratching, and finally a hint of bobbing, Blitz saw his first offering shoot up and in his maw. He didn't even need to wrap his paws around the girth to keep it in. The amount stayed locked firmly. He could, however, notice the liquid squirming about. Some attempts to leak were met with an aggressive lap to prevent the vicious flood.

Slightly disappointed, Blitz realized it wasn't Spyro's precious seed, but the clear liquid. Being it still good, he sloshed the mix around for another second or two, letting the natural, salty essence intermingle, until settling into a subtle milky tone. The flavor changed. Intense, mind-shattering...nothing could describe this special elixir. In his opinion, even the ambrosia was no contest. Possibly a product of his knowledge, a blessing from the heavens? To have a real Spyro's sperm at his claw, was something else. Once he came to that conclusion, his actions were quick. Suck, slurp, swallow.

It wasn't a storm so there was no huge gush, so the reward came pretty quickly. "Mmph..." Another dose, but closer to Spyro's real substance. Not potent. Different. The entire duration was fun, but once the streams slowed. Not once, not even for a moment, did he lift his finger from the base. Slowly working his way down. Occasionally, the muscles would burn and Blitz gives them a brief moment to recover. Aside from a little soreness, nothing is stopping him and there should've been no need to. It seemed too slow, too painful, and not rewarding in any capacity. Sure, a great body pillow. The problem? No orgasm. Not even a strong tingle, save from the last batch which he missed and it slid off his tongue. Still, it worked well, giving the throat and esophagus adequate stimulation, but nothing to help elicit anything juicy.

"Come on, give it to me already, my hero." Blitz said, grasping the fat cock with his claw, hitting the bulbous and wet tip against his slithering tongue while staring deeply into the hazy violet eyes, "Your white fires. Your glorious cum. Let's us feel it on our tongues, coat the soft innards of the mouth, and witness its pure beauty." He rubbed the musky head over the bumps and ridge created by his prominent chompers. He knew well what would get Spyro going, after several times his length being attacked with gusto. Hopefully, his maw alone would do the trick, with his lips and mouth muscles manipulating the crown each time, increasing the suction, bobbing, devouring, and swallowing.

Sometimes, he pressed the lips on the glans in a kiss, as if asking Spyro directly to feed his fertile creams. He would do those acts again and again until his lips kissed the knot, and his pucker opened. That took many tries, thanks to his bad experience earlier, though his skilled and flexible appendages wiggled rather smoothly. Much unlike the slowness or the way his snout felt, he doubted he could win a muscle battle, not in this position, so he had to make do by forcing himself to accept the invasion, if only to receive the bounty he risked his safety, which he, somewhat reluctantly, does. His neck bulged under the growing fullness, his eyeball visibly pushing out, like the growth inflated his inside and stretched the skin. The more he forced and drove the sausage, the more he adored it, growling wantonly, allowing more and more of Spyro's groin to rub against his nostril and snout, burying the cock in his head and forcing the invading organ deep within his sensitive chambers, smothering the pungent aroma.

"I'm... getting close..." Spyro panted between breaths, the edges of his vision becoming dark. It all comes to an end, fortunately, saving his senses, not his life. First came the sharp tingle in his well-hidden balls. Soon his urges got stronger, the pleasure more incredible. All of that was secondary compared to the main event. The great splash. When the Dragon reared his ugly head and, like a roar, let out a torrent of piping, hot semen, spewing it violently, giving it great momentum, slamming against the walls, saturating everything in reach. Nothing misses a spot, covering the wet, warm confine. From the grotto on his cockslit to the very back and the secret areas. Plenty pool and build, flowing in an attempt to escape and it did.

"Please. Finish the job," Spyro whispered, encouraging his admirer. This was, admittedly, only the start. Soon his seed would backflow, flooding the open caverns and clogging them. The sensation grew and built, until the purple dragon moaned, feeling the excess sap pour its way up the drenched dick. The male can feel the release, every tug of the cock, the motions being sent across his cock. Waves of relief washed over his frame, overwhelming and calming. Many seconds into the bliss Spyro has never experienced an act like this before. Never before, meeting Blitz and his beautiful gift, finding the feelings this single act gave. It caused him to chuckle lightly, the cock tickling his insides. It was an utter, pure miracle. The heaven no one could match.

It was funny really. If Cynder heard this, she would be seething, calling him a dickhead. Spyro had noticed several things Blitz did while licking. Tasting and sucking as his life depended on it. Always stroking his shaft and a little bit of fondling. Receiving the bountiful fruits was a joy, a treat... "Aww, fuck! Make me cum. Do it harder. Yes, please. Keep going!"

Such pleas fell on deaf ears and earned no physical responses, though Blitz continued. Through thick and thin, whatever awaits them. And as an act of respect, no matter how much Spyro shouts, writhes, and squirms, he will have to wait. Blitz is the master now and always. Spyro may had the cock, but the rod was born in him. In his mouth and throat, which is why he can call the shots. Play the fiddle, sway in the rhythm, twirl the meat. Dance in circles and suck from any direction, knowing exactly which angle would be best to take a long slab of dragonflesh.

And finally, the dream comes true. Big, creamy chunks roll out his lover's slit and shower him with a thousand gifts, filling his belly. Smooth, slippery and creamy. The essence, the nectar, his offering, his cream. Spyro sees this as a mere display, of the size, quantity, the taste, of all those things he knew must've come up his urethra and the fluid collecting in his lover's stomach. Blitz, for the fact, that it doesn't compare. Even if he had hundreds and thousands, none would be better than the real deal. From Spyro's magnificent maleness.

Even after Blitz pulled out the shaft, it kept spraying until the rest filled his bowels. The purple dragon still has the largest pearls of them all. However, most of it splattered all over his face, and mouth and caught on the tongue. He made sure he got as much before it ran out his pinky and covered the ground. Oh, the little ones could remain forgotten and uncared for. The blue dragon still couldn't be happier, but before he spoke, both males heard the familiar sound of flapping wings nearby.

"You know, Spyro. If you wanted a fricking blowjob, you could just ask..." Cynder sounded a little offended, barely keeping a straight face.

The Hero sighed, letting out a defeated grunt, before collapsing back onto the grass.