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**A The Legend of Spyro Fanfiction:

The Lewd of Spyro

Chapter 4**

_by RVasil

Commissioned by: Alex523_

In one way or another, Spyro managed to make his way to his room and sleep for an undetermined amount of time. It was a well earned rest after being fucked so thoroughly the night before. Was it even night by that point or was it technically in the early hours of the morning? Spyro's sense of time was slipping because of all the cum that was sloshing in his brain. Regardless, it was a memory Spyro was going to remember for the rest of his life and his mind was more than happy to remind him of it as his dreams were just as equally lewd. He dreamed that Ignitus and Terrador had his way with him, using him like a cock sleeve and he loved every single moment of it. The thing that stood out to him however was what happened in his dream that never happened in reality: he was able to take both Ignitus and Terrador at the same time, in the same hole. Such a feat was a difficult undertaking. The two Guardians had impressive cocks that combined together could do some serious damage. It was a challenge that Spyro wanted to conquer, but even he knew that he wasn't ready for it. At least not yet.

Despite waking up that morning with a sore bum and visibly walking with a waddle didn't deter the dragon from wanting to achieve the thing his dreams showed him: being able to take both Ignitus and Terrador. It was greedy of Spyro, but the dragon's lust egged him on. He couldn't help but wonder how immaculate it would feel to have the two dragons spreading him as wide as they could. It made his body tingle in anticipation. The only problem was how. Spyro thought about it for a moment and realized it was simple. How do you get better at anything? Practice. But with what?

Spyro tapped his chin, wondering how to solve his rather lewd predicament. He figured to ask Terrador and Ignitus for their input on the matter but upon checking on them, saw that both dragons were fast asleep in their respective rooms, completely and utterly spent from the previous night's festivities. While the naughty thought of waking them up by sucking on their cocks entered Spyro's mind, he was kind enough to let the two dragons rest. They earned it.

That was when Spyro happened to pass by the library and saw the lights were on. Someone was inside. Spyro thought of Volteer, the Electric Guardian, and perhaps wondered if he knew how to help with his new goal in mind. Volteer was the one after all who seemed to have answers for most things.

Spyro entered the temple's library, which was filled to the brim with wooden shelves stocked with books and tomes with varying thickness. On the spines were their titles, giving a short insight as to what they were about. There were books that covered dragon history, some that covered dragon language, and even books that covered educational topics like math and even magic. The room had a faint scent of oldness to it that was most likely coming from the older books. Despite their age however, they were well kept and cleaned, thanks in part to Volteer's efforts. The dragon was a voracious reader, and Spyro knew he was in the library as per usual as he could hear the flipping of pages every so often.

“Hey Volteer," Spyro called out. “Are you here?'

There was a thud from the back of the library followed by a curse. “Y-yes! I'm here!"

The electric dragon soon appeared from between one of the shelves and Spyro noted he looked uncharacteristically disheveled. His face wore the expression of someone who wasn't expecting company. “S-Spyro! To what do I owe the pleasure–the company–I mean," he cleared his throat. “What can I help you with, Spyro?" Before Spyro could even answer, Volteer cut him off. “Is it my turn to train you today?!" He looked to his left which happened to have a window and he could see that it was broad daylight outside. “Ancestors! I am terribly sorry!" Spyro watched as the dragon ran in between shelves, scattering neatly piled books to the side and throwing scrolls and pieces of parchment everywhere. “I apologize for being a mess. I just need to find my teaching materials!"

That was how Volteer differed compared to the other Guardians. Ignitus and Terrador mostly taught Spyro in a practical sense, demonstrating what he should do and then having him do it. Volteer's teaching method involved a theoretical component, making sure Spyro knew exactly how things worked from an academic point of view down to the minute detail. It would have been boring for some but Spyro found it fascinating as he never had proper schooling prior to meeting the Guardians. Amusing as it were to watch Volteer run back and forth, Spyro was quick to calm him down. “Relax, Volteer. It's not your turn on the schedule."

“It isn't?" The dragon gently placed the pile of scrolls and books down near a table. “Oh thank the Ancestors." He then began to pick up the scrolls and books that had fallen to the wayside.

Spyro pitched in to help clean up. “I hope I'm not intruding on anything."

“Oh you're fine Spyro, you just caught me in the middle of my daily readings. Did you need something?"

“I wanted to ask for your help with something, Volteer." Spyro looked like he was trying to find the right words. “It's a bit of a more personal matter."

“Oh? Go on. What is it?"

“It's my ass." Volteer visibly perked up upon hearing Spyro's sentence. “I…I kind of want to get better at being more…flexible."

Volteer was admittedly caught off guard by the request but decided to remain professional. “By flexible you mean you want to take…larger things?"

Spyro nodded. “Yes.

“And you're asking me for what, exactly?"

“I'm asking if you know a good way to get better at being more flexible."

“Ah, I see." Volteer scratched his chin. “I will give you credit, Spyro. You're very ambitious. And at the very least responsible. I know most dragons don't normally think this far ahead. I'm glad you haven't hurt yourself yet. Though I think Terrador and Ignitus are smart enough not to do so."

Spyro reeled back. “W-what do you–how did you…do you…? Wait, you know?"

“Know what? Know that you've been fooling around with Ignitus and Terrador? Yes, I do, Spyro."

Spyro dared to ask. “How?"

“Well for one thing, I can smell them on you." Spyro felt a little self conscious, going so far as to discreetly sniff himself. As far as he could tell, he smelled fine. He made sure that he was, given that he had to take six baths back to back to make sure the smell of cum and sex was no longer invading his nostrils. “Dragon cum is notoriously difficult to clean off," Volteer continued. “It's thick, heavy, and can easily overpower the senses. It's how we marked our territory back in the olden days. You made a good effort cleaning it off, Spyro, but I'm all too familiar with that smell."

“You're not angry?"

The question caught Volteer a bit off guard. “Should I be?"

Spyro cocked his head to the side. “I was under the impression that what we were doing was frowned upon. That Guardians and their students shouldn't mingle with each other. At least, that's what Ignitus seems to imply."

“Oh Ignitus," Volteer said, shaking his head. “Always were a stickler for the rules. Well, he's not technically wrong. Guardians and their students shouldn't mingle with each other because it may get in the way of their training. And in some situations, may show favoritism. Based on the historical accounts I've read, it has happened enough times where it's been mentioned but not enough to have an explicit rule against it." Volteer shrugged. “In essence, there's nothing wrong with what you're doing, Spyro. So there's nothing for me to be angry about, if I were to even be angry in the first place. You're your own dragon. You can make your own choices. But if you really want me to be angry, it's very reckless of you to take on both Ignitus and Terrador. You could have hurt yourself."

“Well, that's why I came here. I actually couldn't. Or rather, I want to." Spyro cleared his throat. “I want to be able to take both Ignitus and Terrador in the same hole and I wanted to ask if you knew a way for me to be able to do it."

Volteer blinked. “You do understand that they are bigger than you, right?"

“I do! That's why I want to, Volteer."

The tip of Volteer's mouth curved to that of a smile. “You really are a cockwhore, aren't you, Spyro? It's pretty simple. How do you get better at anything?"

“Practice?"

“Exactly."

Spyro thought for a moment. While he had toys to practice with, he realized that they could only help him so far. There was no replacing the real thing. He thought he was prepared but being rammed by the big cocks of Ignitus and Terrador told him otherwise. If he wanted to do this right, he needed to practice with the right thing.

“Well, yeah, but I don't really have anything…" His eyes flickered to Volteer. “Or anyone to practice with."

Volteer was quick to pick up on this. “Do you want to practice with me then?"

“If you don't mind."

Volteer thought for a moment. Who was he to himself a good time with a delectable ass like Spyro's? “Well, I'll have to take a look. Do bend over for me, Spyro."

Spyro did so and Volteer walked over to check the dragon's ass. Spyro felt Volteer's paws cup his buttcheeks, the larger dragon quietly murmuring to himself about something. Volteer's paws methodically squeezed sections of the dragon's ass, seemingly taking note of its firmness. Spyro did his best to keep himself mum but found a light moan escaping his mouth in response. The dragon noted how soft and bubbly Spyro's ass was. “Yes, I can see why Ignitus and Terrador have taken a liking to you." Volteer evidently released Spyro's ass and Spyro turned around to see Volteer with a smile on his face.

“Alright, Spyro, I'd be more than happy to help you practice. I'll be sure to be thorough. Meet me at my quarters. "

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It was an hour or so later that Spyro found himself walking towards Volteer's quarters. Spyro felt admittedly a little nervous. While he knew he was going to have a good time, he wasn't sure what Volteer had in mind. He braced himself, preparing for the worst the dragon was going to put him through. Spyro knocked on the door and was allowed to enter. Volteer was there, as expected, but another dragon was there Spyro wasn't expecting: Cyril.

“Hello, Spyro," Volteer greeted, appearing at the side and ushering Spyro further in the room as he closed the door behind him. “Given the gravity of your request, I figured I needed another hand to help with it. Which is why I asked Cyril."

Cyril sat up and looked Spyro up and down. “You know, Spyro, I never imagined you to be such a slut. Then again, it's always the ones you least expect."

Spyro smiled. “I know what I like, and I like it a lot." He then let out a light gasp upon feeling a paw grab his asscheeks.

Volteer stood behind him, playfully squeezing his rump. “Good, because Cyril and I aren't going to go easy on you. Ignitus and Terrador had their fun. Now we get to have ours." And with that, Volteer gently pushed Spyro forward, making the dragon fall into the bed of cushions, landing next to Cyril. “I'll make sure your ass is prepped. Can you attend to Cyril in the meantime?"

Spyro looked forward just as Cyril moved himself to be in front of him. The Ice Guardian spread his legs as far as he could, giving Spyro an unobstructed view of the dragon's crotch. Spyro was left speechless at the sight before him. “I know, I know," Cyril proudly said. “That's what all my partners said too."

Cyril was the proud owner of two cocks. Instead of one big thick piece of meat, Spyro was instead greeted by two stiffening members of sizable length, coming to life right before his very eyes. The two cocks throbbed, squirting a healthy blob of pre into the air and landing onto Spyro's nose. The scent was powerful, smelling distinctly of a virile male dragon. “Go ahead, Spyro, I'm sure you're very curious."

He definitely was. This was Spyro's first time seeing a dragon with two cocks before. He never thought that was even possible. He reached out a curious paw, wrapping his palm around one of the throbbing rods. They felt cool to the touch, which was made possible due to Cyril's innate element. They were naturally big, with Spyro barely able to enclose his paw around it. Spyro trailed his hands across it, noticing the ridges that gave it an interesting texture. Spyro wondered what it would feel like in his ass.

That was when the dragon felt a slight tingle coming from his backside. He let out a light gasp as he felt a foreign prehensile object invade him. He looked back to see it was Volteer, going to town on his ass. The dragon's tongue was making short work of his backside and Spyro could feel himself loosening up almost immediately due to the masterful work. Spyro couldn't look back for long however as he felt his attention directed back to the dragon in front of him. Cyril grabbed the bottom of Spyro's chin and gently made him turn to face him. “Focus on me, Spyro. You've got work to do," he said, motioning to his two throbbing cocks that were in dire need of attention. Spyro got to work, opening his mouth to take one of Cyril's cock in. It slept in and immediately Spyro noted the cool sensation that was coming from his mouth. Unlike the earthy texture that was from Terrador's or the notable warmth that radiated that was from Ignitus's, Cyril's cock was naturally cooler. It was cold enough to be noticeable but not too cold to be uncomfortable. It made his tongue slightly numb due to the lowered temperature. Cyril's ridges were also an interesting feature. It would rub up and scrape against the inside of Spyro's throat, almost tickling him. If it weren't for the fact that he was used to sucking so much cock, Spyro would have had serious trouble with it.

“There we go, that's a good dragon," Cyril said, letting out a deep sigh. The dragon looked back to see Volteer happily chipping away at Spyro's ass. “How's he doing, Volteer? Loose enough for the two of us?"

Volteer had enough self control to pry himself off of Spyro's ass to answer. “I'd say he's getting there. He's definitely a slut, I can tell you that much. Ignitus and Terrador have definitely had their fun with him. His ass just opened up for me without much trouble!" Volteer grabbed one of Spyro's asscheeks, making Spyro let out a light moan in response. “I can't blame them though. This ass is just impeccable. You truly are the dragon of legend, Spyro."

Spyro felt proud of himself, using the complement to further work on Cyril's length to the best of his ability. The dragon trailed his tongue up and down Cyril's cock, making sure to not miss any spot. Being so close to the dragon, Spyro's nose was practically knocking on Cyril's crotch. The smell of male musk was making Spyro's head spin and it only made him focus more on what he was doing. Although Cyril was enjoying this however, he knew that Spyro needed a guiding hand. He tapped Spyro on the cheek, getting the dragon's attention.

“You're doing great, Spyro. But you're forgetting something."

Spyro looked to where Cyril was motioning to and realized that Cyril's other cock was left unattended. The dragon let out an apologetic smile and grabbed the other cock with his free hand. The dragon then opened his maw as wide as he could to take both cocks into his mouth. It was a challenge to say the least and Spyro felt his lips stretch to the limit as trying to take both was an undertaking. It was like taking Ignitus all over again. For Cyril however, this was perfect. He used his two paws to grab hold of Spyro's horns and begin to gently guide the dragon up and down his two lengths.

“Easy now, Spyro," he said in between breaths. He used his grip on the dragon's horns as leverage. “We still have a long night ahead of us."

Spyro did his best to focus, taking everything in him to keep his breathing in check. It was admittedly difficult given that Volteer was relentless with his ass eating. But it seemed foreplay was done as he felt Volteer's tongue leave his ass and he felt something large prod against his backside.

“Let's see what this ass of yours can do, Spyro," Volteer said, before unceremoniously pushing himself in. Spyro audibly gasped, which was quickly gagged and silenced as Cyril's cock plugged his front maw. The two dragons were now effectively plugging Spyro on both ends. Volteer's cock was notably different from the rest of the Guardians. The natural electric current that passed through the Guardian's body made his cock discharge low volts of electricity. It wasn't strong enough to hurt anyone, but noticeable enough to play with the senses. Spyro felt his backside involuntarily spasm and contract as Volteer pushed himself inward. Normally he'd be able to control himself and loosen up to help accommodate Volteer's size, but the dragon's electric discharges were making his muscle control impossible. Perhaps this was intended as Volteer let out guttural moans, feeling the dragon's ass massage every part of his body. Spyro could feel every inch of Volteer. The electric sensations were heightening his senses and it allowed him to get a sense of what Volteer had to offer. He could feel the dragon's ridges massaging every inch of his insides. What made it more pleasurable was when Volteer would rub up against his prostrate, the dragon would send out a jolt of electricity, making Spyro's entire body convulse. It made his ass squeeze even tighter. Volteer felt Spyro milk everything he was worth. It threatened to make his eyes roll back towards his skull as the sensations were overwhelming.

Spyro on the other hand was in a state of bliss. Volteer was ramming him full, and Cyril was thoroughly face fucking him. The dragon wasn't holding back, having grabbed hold of Spyro's maw to hold it in place and begin to rhythmically thrust in and out. The two cocks were pumping in and out of his mouth, spurting healthy dollops of pre every now and then. Both his mouth and ass were full of cock. Nothing could make him happier.

That was until he felt something sliding in between the crack of his asscheeks. It was warm, tingly, and most importantly, felt just as big as the one that was ramming itself inside his ass. Volteer had enough self control to stop in his thrusts, pulling his cock out and admiring how spread out Spyro was. “Alright, he should be loose enough. Time for the real deal, Spyro," he said.

Spyro first wondered what Volteer was planning on doing but quickly realized what was going on when he felt two things do their best to force themselves inside his ass. Volteer was also a proud owner of two cocks, much like Cyril! Volteer seemed keen to insert both of them into his ass. It was a tight squeeze to say the least. It could rival that of Terrador's cock and he was the biggest out of all the Guardians. Spyro audibly whimpered, feeling his ass get spread in an effort to take him the two cocks. Volteer for his part did his best to be gentle, but found it difficult to do so as Spyro's ass was just too good.

Cyril wasn't taking it easy as well. He was effectively using Spyro like a cock sleeve. The dragon was relentless with his thrusts, switching it up every now and then between fast and hard to slow but deep. One way or another, he was making sure that Spyro was well aware of the shape and taste of his cock.

After some effort, Volteer was able to fully insert both of his cocks into Spyro's ass. It was perhaps the tightest hole he had ever fucked in his entire life. With a deep breath, he began to do his thrusts and the pleasure was intense. Combined with Spyro's tight backside coupled with the limited space meant that each movement, something was rubbing up against something. While Volteer prided himself in being able to last long, the combination of the excitement of what they were doing, coupled with the new sensations made it difficult for him to focus. It only took a few thrusts for him to feel the tell tale signs of the end reaching for him. He didn't stop however. It didn't matter. He knew that this was the first of many ejaculations he was going to have this evening. He was going to make sure that Spyro's ass was well worn and loose after all this was said and done. After all, that was what Spyro wanted in the first place.

In and out, the dragon kept his thrust at a decent pace, but became erratic as he felt his balls rise up closer to his body. With his end nearing, Volteer opted to go for deep thrusts, burying himself as far as he could deep into Spyro. His knot had inflated at this point, both of them, and squeezing them into the already miniscule space borderline made Spyro cried out. His ass was spread as far as they could, trying to accommodate the dragon's immense size, coupled with the equally large knots at the base. It was one thing to push one in. It was another thing entirely to try and push two. Despite this however, Volteer persevered, pushing inward before effectively burying both knots in. But he didn't stop. He then pulled out, effectively breaking the seal that just formed. He did this over and over, forcing Spyro's ass to get loose and get used to the large sizes that were ramming itself inside him.

Spyro couldn't focus on the pain. His entire backside was numbed at this point. All he could feel was the pleasure that was racing across his body whenever Volteer pushed in then pulled out. At some point however, his senses were overwhelmed when Cyril unceremoniously ejaculated into his mouth. It felt like an endless stream of cool white dragon spunk flowed straight down his throat. It was like guzzling down a stream of cold water all the way from Dante's Freezer. The coldness nearly numbed Spyro's mouth and if it weren't for his innate element of ice, he would have had trouble dealing with it. Spyro continued to gulp the cold fluid down, but it just kept going and going. The dragon felt like he was going to drown. Volteer followed right after, both of the dragon's cocks releasing a torrent of cum right into his ass. Spyro was being filled on both ends and he could feel the respective dragon's cums gushing inside of him. It felt like forever for him before the two Guardians inevitably stopped. But by the end of it, Spyro felt full.

Cyril yanked himself out of the dragon's mouth, his two cocks still dripping cum and miraculously still hard and erect despite the strong ejaculation. The dragon let out a deep breath, his chest heaving and his body quivering from the waves of pleasure that were rolling across his body. “Fuck, that was amazing." The dragon tapped Spyro's chin, wiping the bit of cum that happened to leak from the corner of Spyro's mouth. “Make sure to drink it all down, Spyro. It's good for you, you know."

Spyro gulped and then winced when Volteer pulled out. The lewd squelch filled the air. Spyro immediately noted how loose his ass was. It reminded him of when Terrador fucked him. He could feel his posterior muscles try and fail to clam up, shaking slightly. Volteer tapped his ass, smiling proudly to himself. “That's one way to make sure you're loose. But we're far from done, Spyro."

“He's right, Spyro," Cyril said. He scooted off the cushions and walked over to Volteer. “This is only just the beginning." Cyril leaned down and used his paws to gently prod at Spyro's now loose asshole. He noted how Spyro's ass clung to his fingertips like his life depended on it. “The Ancestors have truly blessed you, Spyro."

Spyro would have opted to thank them for the compliment but he opted to save his energy for what was about to happen next. “I'm going to need you to turn over, Spyro." Cyril grabbed hold of Spyro's body and gently guided him to lay on his back. Spyro followed, finding the position to be more comfortable than earlier. Cyril then began to grind his erect cock against Spyro's ass, gently teasing the dragon of what was to come. Volteer meanwhile moved to the forefront, laying himself on the cushions and conveniently placing his ballsack right next to Spyro's face. Spyro knew what he wanted and stuck his tongue out, lapping at the dragon's sizable set of jewels.

Volteer grabbed a book that he had laid on one side and flipped to the last page he was reading off of. He then let out a content sigh as Spyro continued to work on his lower half. Volteer's cocks dangled right above Spyro, still fresh and slick with cum that was now leaking down. Spyro noted the tingly sensation that tickled his tongue whenever it made contact with Volteer's balls. It was oddly nice to feel despite making his tongue slightly numb. The dragon continued his actions up until he had to momentarily stop as Cyril pushed inwards. His penetration was made easier thanks to Volteer's efforts prior, but that didn't mean there wasn't any sort of obstacle. Much like Volteer, Cyril was a proud owner of a pair of hefty cocks. And much like Volteer earlier, he opted to insert both of them at the same time. It was once again a tight squeeze, forcing him to slowly inch forward to let Spyro adjust to the size. Spyro noted the difference between the two of them. Earlier, Volteer made his ass contract due to the electric discharges the dragon's cocks were doing. Cyril on the other hand felt cool and soothing. His cock was slick and slippery from cumming earlier and it had a rejuvenating sensation on it that helped numb the pain that Spyro was slightly feeling due to the penetration.

“Ancestors, Spyro, if only I had known…" Cyril said in between breaths. “If only I had known you were this much of a cock whore, I would have fucked you sooner."

“You and me both, Cyril." He then scooted closer towards Spyro, forcing the dragon's maw to be pressed closer to his crotch. “Make sure to clean it well, Spyro."

Spyro moaned in agreement, once again feeling the sensation of fullness as Cyril successfully inserted both of his twin cocks deep into him. A gentle rocking rhythm soon followed as the dragon was fucked by Cyril. “Make sure to loosen him up, Cyril," Volteer said, watching the lewd display in front of him. “He's going to need it when we both have to take him."

“I was going to do that either way."

Volteer chuckled, watching Cyril grab hold of Spyro's legs and pushed them aside, making sure to give the dragon as much space as he could. Cyril effectively loomed above Spyro, the larger dragon easily dwarfing his partner. Volteer noted Spyro's cock was hard as rock and was leaking copious amounts of pre. Spyro was definitely enjoying the treatment he was getting from the both of them. Spyro let out repeated moans as Cyril continued his thrusts, his knot once again fully inflating and knocking on Spyro's ass. It was only a matter of time before it slips in and spreads Spyro's ass fully once more. Wanting to switch things up, Volteer turned around, making Spyro go from facing his cocks and balls to instead facing his ass. The dragon was a bit confused at first but Volteer's words encouraged him. “You know what to do, Spyro."

Indeed he did. Spyro stuck his tongue out and began to lap up Volteer's ass, giving it as much love and care as he did licking the dragon's front end earlier. Volteer let out a content sigh, his legs shaking ever so slightly as he effectively hovered above the purple dragon. Spyro rocked back and forth, Cyril stopping every now and then to grind his hips against the dragon. He teased him of his inflated knot, daring to push it inward but not fully penetrating. It made Spyro moan against Volteer's ass that silenced him when Volteer's legs gave way and he sat down.

“Oh! Sorry about that," he said apologetically, feeling Spyro's tongue squirm underneath him. Volteer was quick to stand back up, letting Spyro breathe. The last thing he wanted was to suffocate the dragon. “You alright down there, Spyro?"

Spyro could barely string words together to respond. By this point he was operating on pure instinct. His mind was a mush, filled with nothing more than the instinct to be bred. His eyes had glazed over. All he could focus on was having the most pleasurable evening and nothing more. Volteer just chuckled, glad that the dragon was visibly enjoying himself. Volteer let Spyro rim him for a solid minute or so, enjoying the fun to be had. But eventually, Volteer wanted to make things more interesting. It was time to do the thing that started all of this in the first place. His cocks were throbbing once more and he wanted to bury it inside Spyro. Volteer got off the cushions earning him a sad whimper from Spyro who looked like someone had taken his toy away from him. Volteer positioned himself next to Cyril who stopped upon noticing the dragon. “Do you think he's loose enough for both of us?" Volteer asked.

Cyril pulled out without much of a problem. They both admired the dragon's handiwork. Spyro's ass was visibly gaping at this point, most definitely ready for prime time. “Definitely," Cyril said. The two then worked together, helping Spyro up who was wondering what was going on. It took a bit of finessing from all dragons but they inevitably got into a position they were all comfortable with. Volteer and Cyril sat across from each other, their legs spread past one another and their lower halves bumping next to each other. Their cocks and balls were rubbing against one another, visibly glistening from pre that was combining with each other.

The reality of the situation dawned on Spyro. Taking two cocks was one thing. Taking four cocks that together were roughly as wide as he was inside his considerably small asshole was a different thing entirely. He was beginning to have second thoughts. “Volteer, maybe we shouldn't do this," Spyro said, feeling nervous and having doubts.

Volteer gently patted Spyro's back to comfort him. “You're going to be fine, Spyro. Just take deep breaths. And there's no backing out now. It's too late, slut." Volteer then started lowering Spyro down. The purple dragon was aware enough to know what was going to happen next and prepared himself. Cyril held their cocks together, which was a challenge given that he was effectively holding four throbbing pieces of flesh together but he managed. Spyro hovered an inch above their cocks before they slowly lowered him further.

It went smoothly at first, their tips sliding in without much problem whatsoever. Volteer watched Spyro's expression, watching it contort from a mixture of pleasure with hints of pain. There was no need to rush. Cyril struggled for a bit, feeling his hips instinctually thrust forward.

“Patience, Cyril," Volteer cooed.

Cyril held his breath, letting out a long drawn out moan as he could feel his own cock pressing itself rigidly against Volteer's. It was getting noticeably tighter now. Spyro let out a strained whimper, feeling his ass get spread to a size larger than ever before. It was enough to bring him out of his lustful stupor and be brought back to reality. The dragon closed his eyes, placing both of his hands on Volteer and Cyril's shoulders for support. He breathed heavily, feeling his ass burn from the pain. Volteer's electricity accompanied by Cyril's coldness helped numb the pain. But he was determined to see this through. He was going to get these four cocks inside of him one way or another.

And he accomplished it. After a solid minute of easing them in, Spyro succeeded in taking both Cyril and Volteer together. There was a very visible outline of the four cocks that were inside Spyro. Spyro could feel all of it. Every twitch, every throb, he could even feel the two dragon's heartbeats that were racing, he could feel it all; they were all connected through him.

“Fuck, Spyro," Cyril said through bated breath. “You really are the purple dragon of legend."

Spyro let out a strained laugh, making him rub against the two dragons. Volteer and Cyril moaned respectively. After a minute of letting all three of them adjust, it was Spyro who took control. He pulled himself up, his ass straining against the four cocks that were inside of him. It was a tough spot but he pulled through. He could feel every single ridge that was on the Guardians' cock. Spyro swore he saw stars the moment he got halfway, his vision darkening ever so slightly at the corners as he pushed himself to his very limit. Spyro's own cock throbbed, releasing a healthy dollop of pre that landed on the nearby cushions. After hovering for a few seconds, he went back down, letting himself get impaled by the cocks again.

Volteer and Cyril followed Spyro's rhythm, slowly moving their hips in unison to match the dragon's speed. They were able to come in sync and before long, they were going at a steady pace. Spyro bounced up and down their cocks, the dragon letting out happy whimpers whenever one of them would bump up against Spyro's prostate. The two Guardians did their best to keep things under control. But for horny dragons like them, it was slowly become more and more difficult to restrain themselves the longer they kept fucking Spyro. The heat of the moment, the lustful passion; much like Spyro earlier, the two slowly lost themselves to what they were doing and soon continued to just move on pure instinct. It wasn't long until both dragons could feel their knots inflating once more, aggressively knocking on Spyro's backside. Spyro by this point was in a state of bliss. Constant barrages of pleasures emanating from his lower half overwhelmed the dragon's mind. His tongue was lolling out, his eyes glazed over, he was breathing heavily, muttering incoherent nonsense mixed in with long drawn out moans whenever his body convulsed as another shot of pleasure raced across him. Spyro wasn't even concerned at the fact that he was going to get rammed by four large knots simultaneously. The dragon was too far gone to notice. To him, it was just another thing that was going to go inside him and he was looking forward to it.

It was Cyril who succeeded in inserting his knot first. His thrusts were desyncing with Volteer and with some effort, managed to bury himself into Spyro. Volteer wasn't one to get let up, growling angrily at coming in behind. The yellow dragon grabbed hold of Spyro and pushed him downard while at the same time bucking his hips upward. Spyro crashed down, a strained moan followed by a pained groan as he forcefully took Volteer's knot. His ass was spread beyond measure; Spyro could barely feel his legs. His cock however was throbbing painfully, the constant actions making him cum right then and there. Spyro's spunk launched, spraying erratically in every direction. Some of it landed on him, a few landed at the cushions that were now soaked with their sexual fluids.

The resulting contractions that Spyro's body underwent fueled the two horny dragons to go for the last stretch. With one mighty thrust done together, both Volteer and Cyril successfully inserted their respective other cock deep into Spyro, successfully knotting the purple dragon. It was the tightest confined space that the two dragons ever experienced and it was enough to send them over the edge. Spyro struggled to remember what happened after the two dragons penetrated him. It was like his mind decided to give up. All he could remember was the warmth radiating deep inside him, the feeling of being full as he was pumped full of dragon spunk, and the resulting crash that came afterwards. He was squished between the two larger dragons, stuck right in the middle and content in where he was. He was lost in a sea of bliss and fell into a state between sleep and consciousness, barely registering what was happening but awake enough to remember only bits and pieces of it.

For Cyril and Volteer however, they were present for all of it. Volteer shot load after load into the hole he had thoroughly fucked, no longer registering Spyro as Spyro but instead just a cum dump for both him and Cyril to enjoy. Both he and Cyril emptied their balls into Spyro, filling him to the brim with their cum. Their respective ejaculations lasted for well over a solid minute or so and by the end of it, Spyro was half dragon, half dragon cum by the sheer amount of it inside of him. The two dragons eventually pulled themselves out of Spyro, copious amounts of cum leaking out of Spyro's ass like flood gates being opened. Spyro collapsed to the side, his ass fully spread.

Despite unleashing a hefty load into their now designated cum dump, neither dragon was satisfied.

It was Volteer that first acted, his inner dominative nature finally coming out in full force. He wanted to fuck more. He reached forward, grabbing hold of Cyril who was still recovering from his ejaculation. The Ice Guardian was caught off guard, finding himself pushed to the ground next to the now unconscious Spyro. “V-Volteer! What are you doing?" His question was met with a lustful lick on the neck by the yellow dragon. “I am not a slut like Spyro is!"

“Are you now?" Volteer used his tail to gently wrap itself around Cyril's now visibly hardening cock once more. “Then what's this then?"

“That's…"

“I know the only reason you agreed to this threesome is so you can frot with me, you know."

“How did you–"

“Know? Cyril, I've seen the way you look at Ignitus and Terrador. You not only want to fuck Spyro, but you're jealous of Spyro." He chuckled. “If you want me to fuck you just as hard as I did Spyro, all you have to do is ask."

Cyril bit his lip, torn between wanting what Volteer was offering and denying what he didn't want to openly admit. Evidently, his hard cock answered for him. “Alright, fine," he said, in a low voice. “Do it already."

“What was that?"

“I want you to fuck me."

“That's a good dragon."

Wasting no time whatsoever, Volteer prodded Cyril's twitching ass with his two cocks. He didn't bother lubricating himself. Both of his cocks were still leaking fresh cum. This allowed him to easily slide into Cyril. He was expecting resistance but found little of it. Cyril was surprisingly loose, able to accommodate him without much trouble. This only told Volteer one thing. “You really are a slut, aren't you, Cyril?"

“Well, I've had some time to practice," Cyril answered.

Volteer continued fucking Cyril, being considerably rougher in his actions compared to how they were with Spyro earlier. Cyril quickly devolved from a dragon doing his best to keep mum to a dragon that could barely keep it together. Volteer was hitting where it mattered and it was sending the dragon to a world of pleasure he only dreamt off. “Harder, Volteer! Fuck me harder!" he cried out, seeing stars whenever Volteer would level out inside of him. The dragon's eyes blacked out for a split second the moment Volteer's knot slipped in. Cyril's mouth formed to that of a perfect 'o', letting out a long drawn out. The Electric Guardian was relentless, channeling his feral rutting side into Cyril. Cyril was more than happy to take it, reduced to a bubbling mess much like Spyro was. At some point Cyril was unable to hold back, his body responding the only way it knew how to the constant barrage of pleasure. He ejaculated once more, emptying the content of his balls. Hot dragon spunk squirted itself everywhere, being squished between the two dragons that were rutting endlessly.

Volteer felt the contractions do their best to forcefully push him out but he wasn't backing down. He didn't need to be gentle. He knew Cyril could take it. He buried himself as far as he could, spreading Cyril as far apart as he could. His balls were practically leaving an imprint on the dragon's body by how strong he was smacking it against it. Evidently he could feel his ejaculation coming and he let out a large roar that announced it. He spilled whatever was left inside his balls deep into his companion, filling every available space that he could take with his white dragon cum. Cyril could feel Volteer's knot throb inside of him, jolts of electricity making his body spasm. With the two tied the way they were and exhausting getting the better of them, Volteer collapsed atop Cyril.

The two didn't move for a solid minute, letting their bodies recover from what was an explosive orgasm. It was Cyril that first broke the silence.

“You're heavy, you know."

“Fuck you."

“You just did."

“Smartass."

It took a moment for either of them to fully recover, not really hurrying to move from their current position. It was Volteer who moved soon after, slowly easing himself off of Cyril's backside. The dragon let out a light groan as he was released from being tied to the ice dragon. Fresh cum leaked out of Cyril's asshole and it dripped onto the floor. The room by this point was reeked of dragon spunk and masculine scent. They could clean up after. Volteer moved towards the nearest set of cushions and collapsed next to it, murmuring a short goodnight before dozing off completely.

Cyril himself was feeling the wave of exhaustion finally hit him. He laid down on the nearest set of available cushions, which was the one that Spyro was resting on. The purple dragon was completely out of it. Letting out a light snore that informed Cyril he was in a deep sleep. A lewd thought popped into Cyril's head as he rested next to Spyro. With some light movement and momentary adjustment, he managed to place Spyro's head perfectly level with his crotch, with his cock pointed straight at the purple dragon's mouth. He then gently prodded Spyro's mouth. To his surprise, the dragon responded. As if it came natural to him as breathing was, the dragon opened his mouth and began to suckle on the tip of his cock.

Cyril let out a content smirk. “You really are a born slut, Spyro."

Cyril lost count of how many times he ejaculated that night.