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**A The Legend of Spyro Fanfiction:

The Lewd of Spyro

Chapter 2**

_by RVasil

Commissioned by: Alex523_

Terrador, the Earth Guardian, was doing his nightly rounds.

He did it because he enjoyed it. Each Guardian had their own way of unwinding after a long day of being in the temple. If Volteer's preferred method to relax was to bury himself in books, Cyril tending to the gardens, and Ignitus ruminating at the Pool of Visions, this was Terrador's. These evening walks were his preferred way of clearing his mind and to reflect on the things he had accomplished. Like for example, his training session with Spyro over the past week. The two of them had gone over lessons pertaining to finer control of one's element. Terrador had taught Spyro that with enough practice, one can mold earth to any shape they could imagine. The Earth Guardian was more than happy to elaborate on this when Spyro showed particular interest in it, with Terrador showing Spyro that a simple pile of dirt could easily become a sturdy wall serving as a shield or an elongated spear used to pierce and attack foes with. The latter idea was something Terrador noticed Spyro was heavily focused on. Perhaps the young dragon had something particular in mind.

Terrador continued his nightly rounds. Not only did it let him think in peace, it also allowed him to deal with the one thing that had been plaguing him.

Terrador, much like any other dragon, was subjected to the biological whims of their kind: that being breeding. He was a virile male after all, and it was only natural for him to feel the desire of the flesh. Normally, Terrador would seek companionship with his fellow warriors. The dragon could vividly remember going till the wee hours of the evening just to satiate his ravenous lust when it reared its ugly head. Male and female alike, anyone who was willing was bent over and showed a world of pleasure.

But those pleasured-filled times were nothing more than a distant memory.

His current situation was far different. He and the other Guardians were charged in making sure Spyro's training was completed. They needed to prepare him to make sure he was ready to fight Malefor. Terrador couldn't exactly go out to have a tryst as Malefor's army forced the majority of the dragons to go into hiding. And while he was open to the idea of companionship with his fellow Guardians, he was under the impression that they were focused on Spyro, which was understandable.

Thus Terrador was left to his own two hands. Quite literally. Unfortunately, it only made the aching in his loins worse. While it allowed him some semblance of relief, nothing could replace the feel of a warm mouth on his cock or the feeling of a tight ass milking him dry. And thus he went about his evening walks. To placate his underlying desires and focus on other things. He would normally walk from one end of the temple to the other, having no destination in particular, up until he arrived in his quarters to rest for the evening, and perhaps attend to personal matters related to his loins. That was his routine. And it continued to be his routine up until one fateful evening.

The dragon was minding his own business when he happened to arrive at the section of the temple where Spyro's quarters were normally situated. It was late at night. Most of the temple's inhabitants, as far as Terrador knew, were already fast asleep. Which was why it surprised him when he heard noises coming from within Spyro's room.

Curious, the dragon stood closer to the door and began to listen intently.

He could hear Spyro…moaning?

Terrador wasn't sure. But his instincts informed him that he needed to check to make sure that Spyro was safe. He gently pushed the door open and was about to voice his question to check on Spyro when he stopped right as a small crack appeared. Through the small gap he could see Spyro in a rather intimate situation. The purple dragon was laying on the cushions, back resting lethargically, face contorted into an expression that showed a mix of pleasure and pain. Spyro's free paw was vigorously masturbating his throbbing cock while a phallic smooth rock thrust itself in and out of his own ass, the latter made possible through the use of magic.

The Earth Guardian was transfixed and found himself rooted to the spot. His mind took a moment to register what he was seeing. He had caught Spyro in a very intimate situation and his brain informed him that he should leave the dragon in peace to finish. But he didn't. Instead, he stayed. His eyes watched with intent, looking at the scene before him. Spyro had indeed grown into a very handsome and mature dragon. He still had a few years of growing ahead of him to be as large as the Guardians but from what Terrador could see, Spyro would be a very popular dragon with males and females and could very well bed anyone he desired.

Terrador could see the dragon wrestled with the same problem as he did: the natural desire to breed. But Terrador was a young dragon too at one point and he was well aware of how strong that desire was, especially when you weren't used to dealing with it. Unfortunately, the facsimile Spyro was using would not give him the relief he so desired. Nothing could ever replace the real thing. Terrador's nostrils flared as a strong, heavy scent wafted itself up his nose. The dragon took a slight step back, feeling himself overwhelmed. It was natural for a dragon to exhibit a pungent smell when the desire to breed was present. Whether Spyro was doing this consciously however, Terrador could not tell. But what he could discern was that it was strong. Strong enough to even make his own head swim and swirl.

His body reacted accordingly.

Terrador's own cock slipped out of its sheath and into the open air. Pre began to leak from its tip and drip on to the floor, threatening to leave a small puddle if left unattended due to sheer continuous volume of it. Terrador didn't have any hangups with having a tryst with Spyro. After all, Spyro was old enough to make his own choices. The only problem was if Spyro would be interested. That and well, if Spyro could even take it. Terrador felt his own paw wrap itself around his aching cock. He didn't need to look down to know how big it was. He was told by countless partners that he was big. He knew it was big. He knew it was definitely bigger than the puny rock that was fucking Spyro's ass right about now. Something of this size and magnitude would bring immense pleasure to someone like Spyro, but Terrador was also well aware that it would hurt those that were unprepared.

Thus, Terrador was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

The dragon continued to jerk himself off to the sexy scene in front of him. He watched the smooth piece of rock insert itself in and out of Spyro's tight ass, the dragon audibly moaning as waves of pleasure racked his entire body. Terrador's paw was a blur on his cock, his mind filled with the imagery of how amazing Spyro's ass would have felt on it.

There was a distinct sound of a crack that broke through the quiet moans Terrador was muttering under his breath and made Spyro stop in his actions.

“Ah, fuck."

Terrador froze, briefly questioning if he was found out, only to realize Spyro's toy suffered a malfunction.

“Aw, man," Spyro said, visibly annoyed. Terrador looked clearly and saw that the phallic rock Spyro was using was broken in half. It would appear his backside was clenching so strongly that it was able to cut the piece of rock clearly in two.

The mere thought of it made Terrador's cock spurt a healthy dose of seed right then and there. The reservations Terrador were having about Spyro were beginning to fade away more and more as he watched the purple dragon reform the phallic rock into something sturdier and was amusingly twice as bigger than it originally was. The dragon then continued his session, this time having slight difficulty because of the increase in size but no doubt clearly having more fun and pleasure than he was before.

Through the small crack that Spyro failed to see him through, Terrador gulped.

His own cock throbbed again. He felt his balls ache painfully.

That was when his vision blurred slightly and the dragon flinched, feeling his lower half jerk. Terrador placed a hand to brace himself against the wall as he ejaculated almost violently right then and there. The dragon did everything in his power to keep himself mum, stifling the moans of pleasure threatening to escape his lips. He painted the temple walls, covering the stonework with patches of white. He ejaculated harder than he ever had these past few days. It lasted for a solid minute or so, with Terrador feeling his heart race and his lungs screaming for air.

He was left standing there, out in the hallway, desperate to catch his breath, looking like he had just fought the hardest battle in his entire life. His legs felt like they were going to go out under him. The dragon discreetly closed the door to Spyro's room and leaned against the wall to collect himself.

The ejaculation left Terrador exhausted. He was backed up more than he realized. But as the dragon managed to recompose himself, a worrying thought entered his mind. He looked down, confirming his fears. Despite emptying what looked like gallons of spunk, his own cock was still hard as a rock.

Terrador was unable to sleep properly that evening.

He awoke grumpy and frustrated in the morning after. His dreams were plagued with the fantasies of Spyro's plump backside. Terrador lost count how many times he masturbated that night. But even though he got to the point where he was shooting blanks, his cock was still aching. It was clear that he wasn't going to be satisfied until he got what he wanted. The thought of Spyro's ass was too much for him to ignore. What made it worse was that he was a dragon of action. He planned to proposition Spyro for a tryst immediately the day after but as if to torture him, Spyro was unavailable. The dragon was scheduled to train with Ignitus.

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The days were mostly uneventful.

For the first time in a long time, Ignitus felt at peace. The restless sleep and vivid dreams that have been plaguing him were now long gone, replaced with hopeful dreams and good night's rest. He actually woke up feeling rejuvenated and well rested in the morning. His mind was clear and he felt that he could focus on actually teaching Spyro important lessons that he needed to know. And while he did do that, the Fire Guardian was now more than happy to indulge in the latest development between him and his favorite student. There was a part of Ignitus that felt like he should have been guilty. That he shouldn't have been doing this. That it was wrong and that they had more pressing matters to attend to. But those thoughts and concerns of his were slowly waning with each day as the other part of him wondered why it took him so long to decide to do this, especially with how amazing Spyro felt.

The two were in the privacy of Spyro's quarters. Having finished with their training session for the day the two decided to spend the evening together and relax by enjoying each other's company, in more ways than one.

“Ohh…Ignitus…"

Ignitus was on his back, laying lethargically on a pile of cushions while Spyro was standing on his hindlegs, his ass spread apart as far as he could, doing his best to squat down on the thick throbbing piece of meat beneath him. The purple dragon let out a low moan as he slowly descended from his current position. Spyro's legs shook, threatening to buckle under his own weight. Ignitus reached out to support the dragon, holding Spyro by the waist to steady himself.

“Patience, young dragon, patience. There's no need to rush." Ignitus felt Spyro's ass twitch and tremble with each passing second. Each vibration sent a shiver down his own spine. He gently tapped the dragon on the ass. “We have all the evening to ourselves."

“I…know…" Spyro took a deep breath, lowering himself once more. Another inch of Ignitus's cock disappeared inside him. “I just can't help myself."

Ignitus continued to guide Spyro, letting the dragon dictate the pace but stopping him whenever he could sense that Spyro was taking in more than he could handle. Though that didn't seem like a problem for the purple dragon. Spyro was quick to adapt, having the uncanny ability to be pleasurably tight yet able to take in impressively large cocks. It didn't take long until Spyro's ass was hovering a few inches above Ignitus's crotch, the dragon having succeeded in taking in all of Ignitus's cock save for the dragon's knot that was now slowly inflating. “You never cease to amaze me," Ignitus said.

Spyro smiled and gently lowered himself on Ignitus's chest. The two met and briefly shared a tender kiss with each other. Ignitus made sure to lightly grind his hips back and forth, easing himself in and out of Spyro's backside. The two broke apart a few moments later, a light bit of spit momentarily connecting them. Unlike their first encounter, a silent agreement was made between them where they both decided to take their time with their fucking. They weren't in any rush and both dragons wanted to savor the experience. Ignitus appropriately used this chance to connect with Spyro.

“Spyro?"

“Hm?"

“I'm curious. Since when have you been…interested in me?"

“Interested?" Spyro let out a light laugh, which morphed into a low groan when Ignitus grinded his hips once more. “You don't have to be coy, Ignitus. You're literally fucking me right now. There's no need for that."

Ignitus felt embarrassed. He was still trying to get used to talking about sensitive topics so brazenly with Spyro. “Habits are hard to break."

It took a moment for Spyro to answer. “I…I don't know. I guess I just…ohh…one day I saw you guys as my teachers and then the next…I couldn't stop thinking about what was swinging between your legs. It doesn't exactly help either that I'm at eye level with your crotch."

Ignitus decided to start at a slow but gentle pace. Enough to satisfy both of them but not too much to distract from their light conversation. “Why didn't you say anything?"

“What would have I said? Ah!" Spyro shivered, his own cock letting out a squirt of pre right then and there. It splattered across his chest, dripping down the rest of his body and down to Ignitus's crotch. “I wasn't sure if any of you were interested." Spyro gently laid atop Ignitus's broad chest, letting out low happy moans as the fire dragon gently thrust in and out. His cock throbbed angrily as it was squeezed between him and Ignitus. “Don't stop Ignitus. That feels really good."

“I don't plan to, Spyro. You don't have to worry about that." Wanting to switch things up, the dragon wrapped his hands around Spyro and gently rolled to the right, having him end up on top with the purple dragon now resting on the cushions instead. Ignitus continued to fuck Spyro, this time with increasing intensity. The deeper Ignitus went, the more prominent he could see his own cock's outline against Spyro's chest.

“So you're attracted to all of us?"

“...yes." Spyro was finding it difficult to string words now with how deep Ignitus was going. He was slurring his words every now and then. “It's kind of hard…not to be when you're surrounded by very studly dragons."

The Fire Guardian felt his heart flutter. Spyro's words motivated him.

The dragon increased the tempo of his thrusts, his knot knocking at Spyro's ass, begging to be let in. Spyro clung to the cushions, feeling himself rock back and forth with each movement of Ignitus. His words lit a fire inside of Ignitus and Spyro loved it. The dragon's thrusts were becoming more powerful. Each movement made Spyro see stars. Ignitus was hitting him right where he wanted. It was hard to ignore the knot however. Spyro braced himself. He had taken Ignitus's knot before. But the moment it popped in, Spyro couldn't help but cry out, the mixture of pain and pleasure assaulting his body. His scream was cut off however as Ignitus silenced him with a kiss. The two were locked at two points. Ignitus continued to assault Spyro while at the same time sharing an intimate kiss with the purple dragon. They broke off a moment later, with Spyro wrapping his hands around Ignitus's neck and pulling him close. Ignitus could hear Spyro whine, unable to say what he wanted but made it clear in every other way. His hot breath washed over the dragon's ears. Who was Ignitus to deny the dragon what he yearned for?

With one mighty thrust, Ignitus buried himself as far as he could go. His knot firmly secured itself into Spyro's ass and his cock began to unload everything it had. Spyro for his part climaxed as well. He ejaculated, strings of cum making a mess of things and painting both their chests with its white color. Yellow and red were marred with the gooey strings of white, further emphasizing the notion that the two were tied together. Spyro could feel Ignitus empty himself inside of him. He could feel every single throb and spurt of the dragon's cock. The warmth of the dragon's cum radiated inside of him. Both dragons were spent and exhausted. Neither moved for a solid minute or so, just basking in the afterglow and taking a moment to catch their breaths. It was eventually Ignitus that took the next step. He leaned down to nuzzle Spyro's cheeks before proceeding to share another kiss with him. It was short and tender. The two broke off and Ignitus positioned himself next to Spyro. Spyro let out a light moan as he felt the knot inside him adjust to their new position.

“How are you feeling, Spyro?"

“Like I've been fucked by the Fire Guardian."

The two shared a laugh. They felt content to lay there, just quietly enjoying each other's company and basking in the afterglow of their climaxes. It was an hour or so later when they finally moved from their positions. Ignitus's knot had deflated enough to allow him to slide out of Spyro. The purple dragon shivered, feeling the large piece of flesh exit out of him. Ignitus's spunk leaked out of Spyro's ass soon after, making a mess of the cushions. Now normally that would be a pain to clean up. But with magic on their side, it was as easy as waving their hands. In a blink of an eye, the cumstains on the cushions disappeared, leaving it looking as it was before.

“Thank you for the lovely evening, Spyro."

“The pleasure was all mine. Feel free to come back."

“You're insatiable, you know that?"

“I do."

Ignitus left with a kick in his step, closing the door behind him soon after and leaving Spyro to his own devices. The purple dragon let out a content sigh, laying on the cushions. Despite Ignitus literally leaving just minutes ago, he already missed him. His desires for the flesh were that strong and he could feel his libido rising once more. Ignitus was right: he was insatiable. Maybe it was a purple dragon thing? Spyro really didn't know. All he knew was that he wanted cock. Unfortunately, unlike him, Ignitus needed some time to recuperate. So he was going to have to wait.

Or so Spyro thought.

There was a knock on the door.

“Hm?"

Spyro got off the cushions and made his way towards the door. He opened it to find Terrador, the Earth Guardian standing firmly behind it. Spyro knew Terrador as the firm and serious out of the four guardians. If Ignitus was warm and inviting, Terrador was rigid and strict. He was the dragon that taught Spyro the importance of discipline and tenacity; qualities that were important when it came to mastering his Earth element. Terrador was usually the quietest out of the group, but the one whose voice weighed heaviest, just second behind Ignitus. But that was Terrador the Earth Guardian. Terrador the dragon however was just like any other dragon there was. Despite his gruff and battlescarred appearance, he was jovial and quite sociable.

“Oh hey, Terrador," Spyro greeted. “Was there something you needed?"

There was a brief pause and Spyro could see that Terrador's nostrils flared ever so slightly as he seemed to digest the question. “Yes, actually. I needed to talk to you. Can I come in?"

“Yeah, sure."

Terrador entered the room and Spyro closed the door behind them. Spyro wondered what was up. “What is it, Terrador?"

There was a pause before the Earth Guardian answered. “Spyro," he began, “I've noticed that you've been distracted lately." Spyro could see that he was choosing his words carefully. “At first I thought that something may have been troubling you. That perhaps you were feeling weighed down by the pressure we Guardians have put upon you. I am not a Purple Dragon but I understand the duties that come with it. But only recently did I realize that it was something more…natural." He cleared his throat. He then looked at Spyro directly. “I can smell it all over you Spyro."

Spyro was a bit confused. “What are you talking about exactly, Terrador?"

“Sex."

Spyro froze. While it was all suck and fuck with Ignitus, it never really occurred to him how the other Guardians would take to that sort of thing. He braced himself. He was going to get reprimanded for fooling around instead of focusing on his training.

But the reprimand never came. “Relax, Spyro," Terrador said. “I'm not angry." His expression softened. “You are your own dragon, and you're allowed to make your own choices." Spyro released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was about to say something when Terrador's next statement came out. “What I am disappointed in is you never came to me for relief."

There it was. The statement hung in the air. Terrador tossed the suggestion out there and hoped for nothing but the best. He watched as Spyro's expression changed to that of surprise, followed by intrigue. “T-Terrador, are you saying…?"

Terrador closed the gap between the two of them. He loomed over Spyro. “I am. Are you interested in experiencing what it's like to be with a true dragon?"

The purple dragon answered as naturally as he breathed. “Yes!"

Terrador grinned. Without wasting a second sooner, he let his carnal instincts take the lead. He was finally free to do what he pleased and he made sure to attend to his aching needs. Spyro was caught off guard at how aggressive Terrador was, not that he was complaining however. The Earth Guardian wasted no time practically smashing his face against his, the two battling for supremacy as their tongues clashed with one another. There was one clear victor however as Spyro found Terrador's tongue invading his space and having his way with him. The two smacked lips, only breaking apart a second or so later both completely out of breath. The smell of excitement was in the air and Terrador's nostrils flared once more. He groaned, feeling his arousal come to life. He watched as Spyro's eyes grew in response to seeing his growing length.

“Don't worry, Spyro," he said. “It gets much bigger."

Spyro gulped, looking at the throbbing piece of dragon flesh that bobbed freely in the air. Ignitus was a chunky fellow and while Spyro considered himself a talented dragon, he encountered some issues taking the fire dragon in. Terrador in comparison looked like he was a tier or so higher than Ignitus was, both in length and in size. But that didn't mean he was one to back down from a challenge. Despite having been fucked thorougly by the Fire Guardian earlier, he could already feel his own hole twitch, an itch that could only be scratched by fat throbbing cocks.

Terrador coaxed Spyro towards the bed. At first Spyro thought Terrador was going to lay on his back, the same way Ignitus was to allow him to control the pace. But it seemed Terrador had other plans in mind. “Bend over for me, Spyro." The dragon gently pushed Spyro's head down and nudged his backside to hike his ass up. Terrador was pleased with what he was seeing. That delectable ass was all for him to ravage. He could barely contain himself. “There we go, that's a good bitch." Hearing the Earth Guardian speak in such a crass manner felt weird yet oddly appropriate. It was turning Spyro on even further. Twisted as it seemed, he kind of like being treated this way. Spyro laid his head on the pillows, feeling like he was going to need the support for what was to come.Terrador arranged himself into position. By now his cock was leaking copious amounts of pre, dripping almost excessively onto the floor. Terrador was fully hard and erect now and it was unlike anything Spyro had ever seen. It filled the entirety of his periphery, threatening to dwarf everything around it. It throbbed, spurting a healthy blob of pre onto his ass. Terrador playfully rubbed his cock in anticipation, aligning it with Spyro's hole that looked way too small for such a big rod. Despite not making physical contact just yet, Spyro could feel the heat that radiated from Terrador's cock.

“Deep breaths, Spyro."

Spyro was about to do that but found himself gasping upon feeling Terrador practically ram himself in. The purple dragon swore he passed out for a split second as his body tried to process the fact that a dragon cock twice the size of him fucked him straight in the ass. Terrador was far from gentle. He buried himself as deep as he could go and only allowed a moment for Spyro to adjust before pulling back out. The sheer movement of pulling back shoved Spyro backwards as well. Terrador was a rough lover and Spyro was loving every single moment of it. There was no need for niceties. This wasn't romance or love making. This was sex, pure and simple. And both dragons knew what they wanted from one another. And both of them were happy to give it.

Terrador fucked Spyro.

The floor itself seemed to shake with each thrust, the walls of Spyro's room bearing witness to the two dragons going at it. Spyro had a vice-like grip on the pillows, the whites on his knuckles beginning to show at how hard he was holding onto it. His vision wafted from clear to blur, the latter happening whenever Terrador hit him right where it mattered. Spyro could barely form any coherent thought or word. He was muttering nonsense, reduced to blubbering nonsense. Terrador felt like a wild animal. All his pent up frustration, all his horniness, it served as fuel and energy for him. “You have no idea how much I've longed for this, Spyro," he managed to say in between thrusts. He wasn't sure if Spyro could understand what he was saying. The dragon's eyes were threatening to roll towards the back of his skull. He continued anyway. “Ever since I saw you that night, I couldn't stop thinking about you." He lasciviously groped and held Spyro's ass. They felt supple and perfect in his paws. Soft, yet firm, able to caress and massage every inch of his hard cock. “Ancestors, this ass of yours is divine."

Spyro tried to mumble a response but ended up just moaning as the dragon continued to relentlessly thrust into him. The dragon could feel everything inside him do its best to accommodate the large size that was ramming into him. Spyro didn't have to look down to know that a visible imprint of Terrador's large cock was visible on his chest. It was definitely there and it felt amazing. While Spyro loved Ignitus's approach to things, it was nice to switch things up and just go crazy with it. It crescendoed to a finale when Spyro felt Terrador's knot practically banging against his entrance.

It was like cold water splashing against his face. It made him lucid once more, making the dragon become aware of his surroundings. It was a miracle that he was able to fit the entirety of Terrador's cock inside of him. He was going to need another one to be able to fit the dragon's knot. Terrador himself had enough self control to take it easy with this one. Spyro's hole was practically gaped at this point and it was going to get even more spread out once he shoves his knot in. His thrusts slowed, enough that both of them could collect themselves. The smell of sex and sweat was in the air. Their bodies were glistening wet. Terrador gently nuzzled Spyro's back, a silent signal that he was going to go in. Spyro nodded, taking deep breaths once more.

It felt like shoving the largest tree trunk inside of him.

Spyro wasn't even sure how he was able to do it. The pain was something else but the sensations it brought along with it were divine. The moment the knot passed through his ring, it felt like a huge relief. The two were tied and Spyro could feel Terrador's heartbeat through their connection.

“Fuck, Spyro," Terrador managed to say in between heated breaths.

Spyro was able to find his voice again. “I'm beginning to think…you were the one that needed this more than me."

The dragon let out a light chuckle, the vibrations making Spyro bounce up and down Terrador's cock. “Perhaps you are right. Would you mind if I ask for your help more after this?"

“Are you asking for my help or my ass?"

Terrador just gave him a knowing look.

“What about my training, Terrador? You think you can focus on teaching me while dealing with something like this?" Spyro emphasized his question by squeezing his ass on Terrador's cock. The dragon shivered and Spyro could feel Terrador's cock throb inside of him.

“It'll be a challenge, for sure. But you know, you could think of this as part of your training. It's very important to be able to train your body, after all!"

“How about you train my mouth after this?"

Terrador grinned. He was about to say something when both he and Spyro heard something that alarmed them.

There was a knock on the door. “Spyro?" It was Ignitus.

Terrador and Spyro looked at each other. For a brief moment, neither spoke nor breathed. Neither of them were expecting this. Terrador knew that Ignitus was asleep during these late hours. What was he doing up this late?

“Spyro, are you in there?" Ignitus asked once more. “I wanted to talk to you about something."

“What do we do?" Spyro asked in a low whisper.

“We can't be seen like this," Terrador answered. Terrador knew Ignitus as a reasonable dragon, but he was a firm Guardian. He knew his responsibilities and he followed them. Terrador wasn't exactly keen on getting scolded by the dragon for fooling around with Spyro. “We need to hide!"

“Hide where?" Spyro asked. He was about to move but that was when he remembered he was still tied to Terrador's cock. “I can't move!" Spyro was not going anywhere anytime soon.

Terrador himself only remembered that fact as well, feeling his cock twitch inside Spyro's ass. He looked around the room for a possible way to hide. Thinking quickly, he walked towards the balcony. Spyro for his sake wondered what was going on but found his confusion stifled by his own moans as when Terrador began to walk, he effectively bobbed up and down the dragon's shaft. Terrador's cock was hard enough to support him. Terrador was quick to silence Spyro, grabbing a nearby pillow and stuffing it in Spyro's maw. It was dark out but the light coming from the moon was enough to illuminate the path. With one mighty jump, Terrador took off and jumped off the balcony, gliding down to the path below. Spyro was right there underneath him, still practically impaled on the dragon's throbbing cock.

On the other side of the door, Ignitus allowed himself to momentarily think. Any and all semblance of responsibility was gone. He knew he should have let Spyro rest. The dragon needed to train. But he couldn't help himself. He was horny again and while he could take care of it on his own, Spyro's ass was just something else. The dragon had this uncanny ability of milking his cock and he wanted it more than anything in the world. Ancestors, what was wrong with him? The Ignitus of before had stronger self control than this. What would the other Guardians think of him if they found out? Ignitus shook his head. They must never find out. It would be a disgrace if they realize he had stooped this low to satisfy his personal desires. Ignitus was beginning to wonder if he was addicted to his purple dragon student.

“Spyro? I'm coming in!" The door swung open and Ignitus stepped in. “Listen, I know we just fucked earlier but I can't help it." True to his dilemma, his cock was bobbing freely in the air and was leaking onto the floor. “I could really use your help again, Spyro."

But no one was there. Despite the room being well ventilated and the doors to the balcony open, the room reeked of sex and sweat. It made Ignitus's nostrils flare at how strong the scent was. What piqued his curiosity was how familiar it was. He just couldn't pin it down as to who. The cushions that served as Spyro's bed were in disarray and the blankets were thrown about.

“Spyro?"

Ignitus wondered where the dragon could have gone.