The Lewd of Spyro - Chapter 5
“Spyro begins to settle with the new status quo in the temple.”
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**A The Legend of Spyro Fanfiction:
The Lewd of Spyro
Chapter 5**
_by RVasil
Commissioned by: Alex523_
The dragons in the Dragon Temple fell into a familiar rhythm. Each day or so, the assigned Guardian would teach Spyro his daily lessons, ranging from breath attacks to practicing his Dragon Kata. Spyro's mettle would be tested against dummies and even a sparring match with the Guardian. This would go for the entirety of the day ending by the afternoon when the Guardian deems Spyro has learned the important lesson being taught that particular session. Once class is over, the Guardian would lead Spyro to his personal quarters for a more private lesson.
It would have been the understatement of the century to say that Spyro was insatiable. Admittedly, it was hard for the Guardians to not think about fucking Spyro. The dragon was the biggest flirt around and he knew it. Spyro would bend over and present his ass whenever he had the chance and would rub up against the Guardian whenever they were having sparring matches. The dragon seemed happy and took pleasure in knowing what effect he had on them. He would smile to himself, watching the Guardians do their best to remain professional despite the throbbing erection that was aching their loins. It got to a point where the Guardians no longer bothered hiding their erection, letting it hang freely and pool precum on the floor as they tried to teach the lesson for the day.
Ignitus, despite having the most discipline out of all the Guardians, crumbled underneath Spyro's advances. Spyro was handsome, smart, and perhaps the cutest ass Ignitus had the pleasure of being alive to ever get to fuck. And being the self respecting Guardian that he was, he was worried if Spyro was ever learning anything. There were days that felt like he spent more time fucking Spyro in his personal quarters than he did educating the purple dragon in the Dragon Dojo. Their fuck sessions would last way into the wee hours of the morning and that was a problem given that Spyro had lessons the next day from a different Guardian.
But even with all that, Spyro held firm and strong. He never showed signs of being tired or exhausted. If anything, he looked more lively than ever. The moves they taught him, he was able to pick up quickly and easily. Concepts such as condensing one's element to become stronger, a topic considered difficult and harder to master even for advanced elemental learners, Spyro was able to do after three tries. It was impressive, scary even, at how fast Spyro was learning. Ignitus considered himself a great teacher, but not even he could take credit at how well Spyro was going at the pace that he was. There was something else at play and for a while, Ignitus thought that it was because Spyro was the purple dragon. They were considered special for a reason. But maybe there was something else they were doing. Admittedly, Ignitus felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. But it was only because he didn't consider it because of how insane it was.
Ignitus was seated at his side of the room in the Guardians' lounge. His fellow Guardians, Terrador, Volteer, and Cyril were all seated at their sides as well. The group was lounging and enjoying each other's company. Today was a break day of sorts, not having any lessons scheduled to be taught to Spyro. The three were talking amongst themselves lively and it was Terrador that took note of Ignitus's silence.
“Ignitus, you seem quiet. Is something bothering you?"
The red dragon was roused out of his own musings. “I've just been thinking."
“You seem to be doing that a lot lately. What is on your mind, old friend?"
“Spyro," Ignitus answered plainly.
Hearing the name seemed to evoke a pavlovian response from the other Guardians. Terrador's brow perked up. Volteer and Cyril's respective conversation quieted down and the two visibly shifted on their cushions. The name seemed to demand attention. “I've noticed something as of late," Ignitus continued. “Have any of you noticed how well Spyro has been taking to his lessons?"
The question hung in the air as each Guardian tried to remember their memories of teaching Spyro. It was Volteer who responded first. “Yes, now that you mentioned it. I have. He has gotten better hasn't he?"
“Surprisingly fast, I would add," Cyril added. “I was expecting him to struggle at the concept of letting his ice powers course through his body to help regulate his temperature but he picked it up by the end of the day. I feel insulted that something I struggled with came so easy to him."
Ignitus turned to Terrador. “How about you?"
“I have a similar anecdote," Terrador answered. “Where are you going with this, Ignitus?"
“I've just been thinking. We've been teaching Spyro for quite some time now and only now has he started to demonstrate this sudden change in aptitude." Ignitus wondered if his fellow Guardians would come to the same conclusion he did. “What did we start doing differently?"
The question hung in the air. Ignitus watched as his fellow Guardians pondered the question even though the answer was plainly obvious. So obvious in fact that none of them seemed to want to answer it despite already knowing. Volteer looked down on the ground, averting his gaze. Cyril decided to stare at the ceiling and Terrador just scratched his paw with his claws. Ignitus took a deep breath and decided to throw out his answer. “I think it's because we've been fucking him."
It was like a huge weight was lifted off of everyone. It was an open secret at this point that the Guardians were each respectively fucking Spyro. All of them knew that everyone else was doing it. But none of them really addressed it openly. It was a topic of conversation that they didn't seem keen on discussing for whatever reason. But now that Ignitus decided to bring it out in the open, they now felt more comfortable to talk about it.
“I agree," Cyril answered after a short silence. “It's hard to think of any other possible reason. Spyro is a smart dragon, that is a fact. But even I find it hard to believe at how fast he is progressing."
“I've actually done research on the topic," Volteer piped up.
“What have you found?" Ignitus curiously asked.
“Nothing," Volteer answered flatly. “There isn't much to go on when it comes to purple dragons. The things that I have found are mostly just unsubstantiated legends and myths about them. Unfortunately, we're moving through uncharted ground."
“I find your concern amusing, Ignitus," Terrador said out loud. “What does it matter?"
“What do you mean?"
“What does it matter?" Terrador repeated. “You posed the question of Spyro suddenly being quick to learn as if it's a bad thing. Shouldn't it be a good thing? The whole reason we're training Spyro is to make sure that he is prepared for the challenges that he is going to face once he goes up against the forces of Malefor, and even Malefor himself. We should be making use of any advantage we have as much as we can."
“So what you're saying is we should fuck him more then?" Volteer asked.
Cyril added. “More than we already have?"
The statement produced a hearty chuckle from the group. Ignitus felt placated by Terrador's reasoning. He did make sense. “You make a good argument, Terrador."
“Thank you."
“I suppose there is no point in worrying. Besides, why shouldn't we enjoy ourselves? Spyro definitely seems to be."
“Oh he does," Terrador commented. “He's the biggest slut there seems to be in the entirety of the Dragon Realms. I've fucked him more times than I can count at this point. Did you know that even when he's sleeping he will still rub up against you?"
“Really?" Volteer asked. “Wait, is that why he was late the other day?"
“Yeah. Little slut couldn't keep his ass away from my cock. I had a hard time sleeping because his ass kept wiggling against me. I fell asleep fucking him and when I woke up I was still fucking him. He is insatiable."
The topic of conversation now naturally shifted to talking about Spyro and what he could do with his body. Ignitus's concerns melted away as the group of Guardians began to discuss Spyro's antics with them and the feats he was able to accomplish. They all had tales to share. And these tales were explicit and got all of them riled up. It wasn't long until the mood in the room became more lustful as each Guardian remembered their fondest sexual memories involving the purple dragon.
“His ass is just something else," Ignitus said, reminiscing of the last time he fucked Spyro. Which was a day ago.
Volteer smiled proudly. “You're welcome."
Ignitus looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. “I was responsible for that."
“How?"
“Well, in my research about purple dragons, I happened to come across interesting tomes in the library. One of them contained information that told me that certain plants, if ingested, would have some special effects on a dragon's body." Volteer looked at everyone in the room. “I asked Spyro if he wanted to eat a plant that would make his ass regain their typical tightness after a mating. Suffice to say, he was well onboard with it."
“That's the best idea you've had thus far, Volteer," Cyril said.
Terrador cleared his throat. “Fun as this conversation is, where is that slut anyway?"
“Spyro? I believe he's in his quarters," Ignitus answered. His brow rose and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Why do you ask?"
“All this talk is making me horny," Terrador answered plainly. He sat up from his position, openly displaying the throbbing erection in his loins that was pointed to no one in particular. “I'm in the mood for some evening lessons with Spyro."
Cyril followed suit, getting up on his feet. His two cocks were dangling between his legs. “I do say I'm in the same mood, Terrador."
“Do you think he can handle the three of us?" Volteer chimed in. The electric dragon was in the same state as the two.
The three turned their heads to Ignitus, expecting an answer from him. Terrador could sense Ignitus's hesitation. The dragon did always put Spyro's wellbeing in his mind. And while Ignitus knew that Spyro could handle two dragons like him and Terrador before, he wasn't sure if he could take on all four of them at the same time. Terrador decided to put his concerns at ease. “Don't worry, Ignitus. Spyro has been through worse. If anything, this would prepare him for the challenges that he'll be facing."
Ignitus's eyes narrowed for a short bit before he relented and stood up. Much like the rest of them, he too was sporting a proud boner that was horny for a certain purple dragon. “I see what you're trying to say. Let's make sure he's well prepared."
Terrador smiled.
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Spyro was lounging in his quarters for the evening when he heard a knock on his door. A knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. It was almost a daily occurrence when a Guardian would visit him to ask if he was interested in an intimate encounter for the evening. Well, it was more so a formality. The question was sex and the answer was always yes for Spyro. The dragon was always hungry for more and the Guardians were more than happy to give it to him. Spyro wondered who could be his partner for the evening and he found his answer when he opened the door. To his surprise however, instead of finding one Guardian, all four of them were standing outside.
“Ignitus? Terrador? Volteer? Cyril? What's going on?"
“We're here for some extra lessons, Spyro," Ignitus plainly answered.
Spyro was a bit confused for a moment and it was only when Ignitus motioned to his lower half did Spyro's gaze follow and he saw the throbbing cocks that were dangling between each Guardian's crotch. It was then did he realize what they were here for and what his evening entailed. They didn't waste time getting into the thick of things. Spyro led them inside and not even before the doors closed behind him, Spyro found himself the center of attention. Ignitus was the first to get into his face. The dragon gave him the sloppiest kiss he could muster, his tongue seemingly daring to go down the purple dragon's throat. Spyro was taken aback at the sudden force of nature. Ignitus was typically reserved whenever they had their dealings. This time however, it seemed he wasn't holding back. Ignitus broke free of their kiss, drool dripping down the sides of his maw. “I apologize, Spyro," he said. “I'm particularly horny this evening."
“He and everyone else," Terrador answered.
“I can see–whoa!" Spyro found himself getting picked up by Terrador and thrown across the room and landing safely amidst the pile of cushions that he called his bed.
“Less talking, more fucking," Terrador remarked.
Spyro landed on his chest, his ass conveniently up for Terrador to ravage right then and there. And the Guardian did so with gusto that made everyone in the room realize that this was going to be a long night. And they were happy about it. Spyro especially with the way he was moaning and groaning. Terrador's tongue made short work of his ass, the dragon masterfully inserting it and lubricating the dragon even though Terrador knew from experience that Spyro didn't need it. He was doing it because he just loved that ass all too much. Once he was satisfied, Terrador plopped his fat dragon cock between the two perfect curves Spyro had. This wasn't the first time he had fucked Spyro. This wasn't the tenth time either. Terrador had lost count at this point. But what he never lost was the sensation of fucking Spyro. Despite numerous sessions with the dragon, Spyro's ass was just perfectly sculpted to give him pleasure it seemed. Even though he wanted nothing more than to fuck Spyro till he blasted everything he had in him right then and there, Terrador was aware enough to share. The other Guardians in the room were as horny as he was and he wasn't greedy.
With one mighty heft, Spyro found himself getting lifted up in the air as Terrador stood up on his hindlegs. The purple dragon sank down the green dragon's mythical pole just by his weight. It took some effort but Terrador was able to steady himself. The strength of his erection alone for the purple dragon was enough to keep Spyro dangling there for the other guardians to move in. Volteer and Cyril moved towards the front, looming over Spyro as they both decided to copy Terrador's approach and stand on their hind legs as well. The duo had their cocks pointed straight at the dragon's maw.
“Don't forget about us now, Spyro," Cyril said. He tapped Spyro's right cheek with one of his cocks, smearing it with the pre that was now dripping copiously from the tip.
“We need to make sure your mouth can handle this," Volteer added.
Spyro opened his mouth as wide as he could in an effort to take both of the dragon cocks in. It was a challenge but it was one that Spyro wasn't going to back down on. It led to his cheeks being stuffed to the brim with elemental dragon cock, one making his tongue tingle, and the other two making his mouth feel numb from the cold. It was an interesting sensation that helped push Spyro further in servicing the big cocks in his mouth. But of course, being the dragon that he was, Spyro made sure everyone was included. With Volteer and Cyril busy with his mouth and Terrador sensually fucking him in the ass, Ignitus was the only one missing. Spyro beckoned for the Fire Guardian to come closer using his free paws.
Ignitus saw the signal and moved in, placing his throbbing cock on Spyro's open paw and, like the well trained dragon that he was, began to jerk off the Fire Guardian. The mess of intertwined bodies continued for a solid minute. The Guardians were all moaning and groaning, with the sound of scale slapping against scale as Terrador continued to ram himself into Spyro. He proceeded to slap the dragon's ass cheek, loving how it would bounce back and revert back to its bubbly shape afterwards. Terrador looked around him, marveling at how his fellow Guardians who were all lost in their respective throes of pleasure. Ignitus had his eyes closed, muttering silent curses underneath his breath. Volteer and Cyril meanwhile were lightly arguing with each other, telling Spyro to focus on their respective cock after feeling like the dragon was taking a little too much time on the other.
“Move that tongue over here, Spyro," Cyril said.
“No. Work on mine. You've been sucking on Cyril for far too long," Volteer remarked.
They were like hatchlings fighting over a toy. Terrador smiled to himself, knowing full well what was waiting for him.
Terrador continued to grind his hips against Spyro, giving the purple dragon a brief rest after the fucking he just gave him. Whether or not this registered was up for debate as the purple dragon was quite busy handling the other three guardians. It was impressive at how he was able to multitask. Terrador wasted no time whatsoever. After finishing his break, he went straight back and began to push in once more. Terrador made a mental note to take Volteer later. His decision to tell Spyro about the asshole puckering plant was an absolutely divine idea. The dragon's ass opened up for him and swallowed all he had to offer and then some. Terrador felt his eyes roll towards the back of his skull, a low curse escaping his lips as he felt every inch of Spyro massage every corner of his cock. From the tip all the way to the base, Terrador could feel it all. It took a moment for him to regain his composure. But when he did, he began to move his hips.
Spyro began to rock back and forth, the dragon barely able to keep track of what was happening around him. His mouth was filled to the brim with cock. His nose was being violated by the strong scents of the dragons around him. And now his ass was being penetrated by one of the thickest cocks he'd ever have the pleasure of taking. Terrador was far from gentle. He was the complete opposite. The dragon wasted no time picking up speed and began to piston back and forth against Spyro's ass. The sound of scale slapping against scale filled the room, mixing in with the grunts and moans of everyone else. Terrador made sure to hold Spyro steady. He used his large hands to keep Spyro in place, before pushing in and out at fast speeds. Spyro did his best to keep himself level. But with each thrust the dragon took, he was being pushed forward and impaling himself further against Cyril and Volteer. The latter two were not complaining.
“He really is a born cocksucker," Cyril remarked, watching Spyro take the entirety of both his and Volteer's cock.
“It's like he doesn't have a gag reflex," Volteer added.
“You're welcome," Ignitus said, making the two turn to look at him. “I gave him enough lessons to make sure that would never be a problem. I'm glad that it's paying off," he said in between moans. The dragon's cock was leaking copious amounts of pre by this point, helping Spyro's hand glide easily over this throbbing piece of flesh. All of the Guardians were nearing their end point. It was evident with how erratic their breathing was getting. It was Cyril that came first, followed by Volteer. The two dragons came without warning, feeling Spyro's mouth with dragon spunk whose sheer volume made it leak out the sides. Spyro tried to gulp it all down but there was just too much of it. The taste was exotic, noticeably sweet with a hint of slight sourness to it. It dripped down the sides of the dragon's mouth, going down his neck and onto the floor. Ignitus was soon next, the dragon letting out a guttural roar as he unceremoniously spilled his seed right then and there. His cock ejaculated ropes of cum and because he didn't have something like Spyro's mouth to catch it all in, it sprayed itself directly at the next best thing: Spyro himself. Spyro felt the warm liquid spray against the back of his scales, making his bright purple colored body disappear underneath the streaks of fresh milky white that came directly from the fire dragon. Pump after pump, much like Volteer and Cyril, Ignitus had a lot in the tank and he was happy to give it to his favorite student.
Terrador was also happy to leave his mark. His thrusts changed from fast to deep and slow. His end was nearing and he made the most of it. He grabbed hold of Spyro tightly and began to bury his cock as far as it could realistically go into the dragon. Which was surprisingly deep, all things considered. It was a miracle that he wasn't hurting Spyro given how far he was going. A bulge was making itself somewhat visible on the dragon's chest if any of them bothered to take a closer look. Terrador threw himself off the edge, letting out a roar that seemingly shook the foundations of the very temple they were in. He emptied himself into the dragon, his fresh cum spilling into every available space there was. Spyro clung on for dear life. He could feel everything that was happening inside of him. The warmth radiated from his backside. By the end, he could feel Terrador's cum literally sloshing inside him. The excess dribbled out of his ass and trailed down the sides of his legs. Terrador pulled out, proud of his handiwork and what he accomplished. Although all four of the Guardians had just ejaculated what looked like gallons of cum in and on Spyro himself, all of them still had one thing in common. Their cocks were still rock hard and demanded attention from the purple dragon.
The night's orgy truly was just beginning.
The Guardians didn't miss a beat. It was as if they already discussed ahead of time what they planned to do with Spyro. After a moment of rearranging themselves, Spyro found himself lying on top of Ignitus. The Fire Guardian was holding him firmly and his upper half was stabilized by Terrador who positioned himself at the far end. In front of Spyro was Cyril, the Guardian's two cocks pointed straight at him once more. Volteer opted to hang back for a bit, laying on the nearby cushions and casually stroking himself to the lewd scene in front of him. Spyro then felt his ass get penetrated once more. From the sheer warmth that came from the member, it was definitely Ignitus. The larger dragon let out a content groan, feeling Spyro's insides massage everything about him.
“How are you holding up, Spyro?" Ignitus asked, both out of genuine concern for the dragon and curiosity.
Spyro tried to answer but his words failed him as another thick cock inserted itself into him. Ignitus felt the pressure build up. Terrador managed to squeeze himself into the tight hole. Spyro closed his eyes and tried to focus. The sensation of having two large cocks split him wide open was something to behold. It made the dragon's mouth open to let out a moan. It was quickly stifled by Cyril who took this as his cue to insert his two throbbing cocks back down the dragon's maw.
“Now, now, Spyro, you mustn't forget where you are," Cyril scolded him. “You must always be aware of your surroundings." The dragon didn't bother to respond. Instead, he began to just suckle on Cyril's cocks once more. “There we go, that's more like it."
Terrador and Ignitus began to move in unison in fucking Spyro's behind. It was admittedly difficult given that there was little space left. But they managed to make it work and before long, Spyro was being moved in between the three like the toy that he was. The two Guardians would thrust into Spyro, moving him forward. That would push him to take more of Cyril's two cocks, right down to the knot. Cyril would push back, burying himself as far as he could down Spyro's gullets and nearly choking the purple dragon. This reaction would force Spyro to sink further down the other two Guardians cocks. Thus, the cycle was formed.
Volteer watched with lustful glee at the scene before him. Aside from wanting to let his good companions enjoy themselves, there was also another reason why he opted to exclude himself from the orgy. He wanted to use this chance to study the phenomenon that prompted them to do this in the first place. It was a little difficult to focus as even he wanted to go over there and join in on the fun but he relented. His curiosity on the matter was overpowering his lust. But even that was by a small margin. He focused, watching intently as the parties involved sounded like they were nearing their climactic end once more.
Cyril unceremoniously announced ejaculation, letting out a guttural roar that vibrated the room they were in. Spyro naturally chugged it all down. The dragon gulped what looked like gallons of cum that Cyril shot into him, not letting one single drop go to waste. Volteer focused, using this moment to pay attention to anything, and even going so far as to sense if there were any changes. The dragon couldn't see any notable changes happening to Spyro. Even as both Ignitus and Terrador pumped Spyro's ass with pure dragon spunk that made the dragon's chest visibly swell with filled cum, Volteer couldn't detect any changes.
Maybe their hypothesis was wrong? Perhaps it was a fluke? Volteer shook his head. He stood up, his throbbing cock dangling between his legs, pre-dripping on the floor. He walked over to the group of tangled bodies that were trying to recover from their climax. He patted Terrador on the shoulder, prompting the dragon to move over. Spyro rolled off of Ignitus and flopped on the nearby cushions, struggling to catch his breath. But then Spyro felt someone loom behind him. Volteer positioned himself behind Spyro, holding up the dragon's ass. It was a mess, with all the dragon cum leaking out of it.
Volteer aligned himself. “Brace yourself, Spyro. We've got more training to do."
In his mind, Volteer figured, perhaps they weren't fucking Spyro enough. This was quickly addressed when the dragon unceremoniously inserted himself into Spyro, not even letting the purple dragon take a moment to catch his breath. Even though Spyro took on Ignitus and Terrador already, it seemed like his backside had this uncanny ability to tighten itself in the brief moment that there was no cock that was gaping it open. Volteer breathed heavily, ramming Spyro into the ground, his hips a blur and his thrusts erratic. The dragon wasted no effort in using Spyro. Judging by the way Spyro was moaning, it was clear he didn't mind the treatment. Ignitus, Terrador, and Cyril used this moment to regain their composure. Ignitus was leaning on the nearby cushions, whilst Cyril and Terrador were seated next to each other on the cushions, both nursing hardening erections as they watched the lewd show in front of them. Cyril's eyes were particularly focused on how Volteer was pounding Spyro's ass.
“Is his ass really that good?"
Terrador let out a chuckle. “Definitely."
Cyril smiled. “In that case I'd like to have the next turn."
Spyro was gripping the bed cushions for dear life as Volteer's body rocked him back and forth. He could barely comprehend what was going on anymore. He was just enjoying the feeling of being where he was. It didn't take long for Volteer to pump him full of seed. His ass radiated with heat and he could feel Volteer's cum mix in with Terrador and Ignitus's from earlier. The dragon was barely comprehending what was happening. All he knew was that Volteer removed himself and his ass was ripe for the next dragon to take it.
And someone did line up. The cold sensation that suddenly filled his ass informed him that it was Cyril. “Ancestors, how are you still this tight?"
“See? What did I tell you?" Terrador answered.
Spyro droned out a moan. His ass was being spread wide open by the thickest dragon cocks around. The purple dragon couldn't be any happier than where he was. Cyril was in the same position as well. Feeling Spyro massage his two cocks, the dragon lost himself to the pleasure. His tongue was lolled out as he haphazardly shook his hips to pound Spyro's bubbly backside. The other dragons however didn't want to be left out. Volteer, despite having ejaculated mere minutes earlier, decided to make his presence known. He slid behind Cyril and interrupted him from his pleasured filled haze. “I hope you don't mind me being here."
Before Cyril could respond he felt something prod him at his ass. “Volteer! What are you doing?"
“Oh you know, I saw this hole free and decided to take it."
“Spyro's mouth is vacant, you know."
“But I want to fuck an ass and yours is just as bubbly as Spyro's."
Cyril wanted to keep arguing, but Spyro, whether intentional or not, squeezed hard on his cock. It was enough to shift his mind's attention from the fact that he was taking Volteer's cock. It was difficult at first but they eventually figured out a rhythm to follow. Cyril would thrust into Spyro, and Volteer would thrust into Cyril. They were like a well machine that generated pleasure for everyone involved. Which is why it came as no surprise for both Ignitus and Terrador to involve themselves in it. Volteer felt the warm hands of Ignitus and braced himself.
“Deep breaths, my friend," Ignitus said.
Volteer let out a yelp as Ignitus inserted his cock into him. It was at that moment he knew he needed to give more respect to Spyro than what he gave him credit for. Spyro not only succeeded in taking Ignitus's cock. He was able to take both it and Terrador's, and the two were arguably the bigger of their group. Volteer understood why Spyro loved dragon cock so much. It just felt so damn good. Ignitus himself was having the time of his life, his tongue having lolled out as he happily fucked Volteer from behind him. But he knew the best was yet to come when he felt a large presence behind him.
“I hope you don't mind if I join in."
Terrador didn't have to wait for Ignitus's answer. The dragon's winking butt was all the answer he needed. The large dragon moved forward, inserting his cock into Ignitus's vacant ass. The Fire Dragon let out a yelp, his body being filled to the brim once more. With Terrador entering the fray, this completed the wild dragon train the guardians were doing and Spyro was feeling the entire brunt of it. Whether they discussed this beforehand, or it was something they all subconsciously realized and agreed right there on the spot, the Guardians all began to thrust in unison. One mighty thrust forward sent a shockwave of a thrust to Spyro who felt his entire body shake to the core just from the sheer force of it.
Moans echoed across the room's walls. Groans were heard. A light yelp; everyone was lost in the pleasure that was traveling across the entirety of their bodies. The dragon train continued for what felt like a solid hour or so. Spyro was practically pinned to the surface he was on, unable to move. Not that he wanted to be anywhere else. All he could see was the loving faces of the Guardians and their expressions informed him that they were nearing their climactic end.
All four dragons exploded right then and there, their cocks releasing jets of cum into their respective holes almost in unison. Terrador roared, emptying the entirety of his balls into Ignitus's warm ass. The Fire Dragon responded by doing the same. His cock throbbed and sprayed ropes upon ropes into Volteer. Volteer himself shivered, the warmth radiating from the cum inside of him propelled him forward to unleash a torrent of cum into Cyril. The Ice Guardian at this point was barely in control of himself. His body was acting on its own. He let out a guttural groan, unleashing a torrent of dragon fluid straight into Spyro who was ready to take it all with a lustful grin on his face. He came loads, filling Spyro to the brim and almost inflating the dragon's belly to a noticeable degree due to the sheer copious amounts of dragon cum sprayed into him. With his two cocks ejaculating their white spunk deep into Spyro, the purple dragon had now successfully completed in attaining all of the Guardian's pure white hot cum into him.
It was demonstrably a mess, the room filling itself with the scent of dragon cum.
By the end of it, all four guardians collapsed onto the cushions, finally feeling the effects of exhaustion. Cum was leaking out of everyone's ass save for Terrador. But no one could beat Spyro in that aspect. He collapsed in the middle, surrounded by the Guardians, their cocks laying on his body and dripping remnants of their fluids on him. The dragon could barely move, his body utterly exhausted. His ass was leaking cum continuously. His mouth still had streaks of cum from the blowjob he gave earlier.
Ignitus couldn't help but feel a little concerned at seeing the state Spyro was in. He ventured to ask. “Are you alright, young dragon?"
Spyro smiled. “Never been better."
Ignitus just shook his head and rested his head on the pillow. He was already looking forward to when they could fuck Spyro again.