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An anonymous commission telling the post-war tale about the dangers of meddling with unknown powers and the suspicions of a curious dragoness! Originally this was supposed to be 10,000 words but I'm still learning how to write to a specific wordcount so it's now closer to 13,000!

Comments always welcome and as always, I do not own these characters (I think Sony or Universal now owns them o.=.O). Either way, they're not mine.

Cynder sighed contentedly. Staring ahead of her at a bustling street, she watched dragons, moles, and countless other exotic species making their way between wooden stalls and stone buildings to examine books, trinkets, rugs, food, and practically any other item she could imagine to be displayed and sold. Distant mellow music echoed in from somewhere nearby but it was largely drowned out by the happy chatter of people passing by and the bellowing calls of vendors trying to squeeze in a few final sales before the end of the day. So vast was the market that it stretched beyond the edges of her sight but she knew from past experience that it covered many more alleys and squares than this and to add to the majesty of the market, the entire scene before her was bathed in the golden orange tinge of the twilight hour, granting a dreamy warmth to the already comforting sight of the busy, rustic city of Warfang. For the first time in a long time, Cynder felt as though life was back to normal... or at least what she assumed normal life was like; it's not as though she had ever had one before but whatever this was, she had grown to love it.

It had only been a number of months since Malefor and his minions had been defeated at the efforts of herself, Spyro, and all four of the Guardians and yet that final battle now seemed like a distant memory; a faint dream that occasionally drifted to the forefront of her mind when nothing else occupied her. At first the people had been tentative in returning to the city and rebuilding, still wary of the threat of evil that they were so used to hiding from but now they were starting to see that good had triumphed, that evil had been defeated, that life could go on. People returned to the city in huge swarms everyday and with everyone pitching in to fix the damage the war had caused, Warfang was looking better than it had for years. Strong, yellow-stoned buildings shone like polished gold in the bright light of day with brilliant streaks of clean, royal blue running along the walls like rivers so that the city looked more like a piece of art than ragtag cluster of houses and shops.

From her place near one end of the market, Cynder could pick up the smell of fresh food being sold throughout and her stomach gave a soft rumble. She was still getting used to the culinary delights that Warfang's diverse people had to offer but she had learned quickly that they were far more enjoyable than most of her meals during the war had been and now that her and Spyro lived together within Warfang's walls, those dishes were something she could enjoy daily.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden poking at the base of her ebony jaw. Turning her head, her bright emerald eyes locked onto those of her purple-scaled lover as he pulled back from nuzzling her but he didn't get far before she planted a small kiss on his retreating nose.

"There you are. I was wondering where you had wandered off to." She crooned, simply happy that her mate had found her. He had disappeared a few minutes earlier inside one of the stores while Cynder had been browsing a stall outside.

"Sorry, I bumped into Ignitus."

"Oh? How're things going up at the Temple?" She asked as they started to walk slowly side-by-side into the marketplace. It had been well over a week since she'd spoken to any of the Guardians herself and even longer since she'd visited the Temple. The Guardians had been preparing for the possibility of new eggs and new students now that the war was over and so had cancelled lessons for the time being. They had also moved Spyro and Cynder into Warfang to make room for those future new arrivals. It had the added benefit of giving the pair a much deserved rest after all the chaos of the war which they'd spent growing closer without having to constantly look over their shoulders for danger.

"Things are slowly getting there. Ignitus said the place is starting to look like it did before the war. He said we'd hardly recognise it when we next visit." Spyro smiled at his mate and her heart began to beat a little faster. It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying sometimes when just his grin was enough to send her heart a-flutter so she just nodded and gave a small hum and a smile back in reply.

"Speaking of visiting the Temple... Ignitus mentioned he wanted to meet up again tonight so I probably won't be back until late..." This time Spyro averted his eyes, feigning interest in a vendor selling strange looking jewellry. Unlike his last, Cynder heard that statement clearly.

"Again?" She asked with a slight whine in her voice, the smile slipping from her face. Over the last few weeks Spyro had spent nearly half of his evenings out with Ignitus discussing something secret. It had to be something big, especially with the number of times they've been meeting but Cynder had no idea what it entailed because she was never invited and Spyro refused to give her even the smallest details when she probed him.

"I know..." He grimaced and forced himself to look back at her. "But I can't say no to Ignitus. And hey, I'll ask him to keep the next few days free if possible so we can spend some time together, just you and me." The purple dragon gave her another sympathetic smile though he couldn't hold her gaze for too long and quickly went back to browsing passing stalls.

As much as Cynder wanted to remain annoyed at the situation, she couldn't stay mad with her mate. She didn't blame him for this and it was silly of her to expect the whole world to leave the purple dragon of legend alone only a few months after the war had ended. There was far too much work to be done before everything would be entirely back to normal; possibly even years yet.

She sighed and gave a small nod of acceptance. There was little else she could do but resign herself to another evening at home alone. Spyro usually came back from these meetings well after she had fallen asleep although on these nights the path to sleep was never a short one. Missing her mate was always part of it but most of all she hated the secrecy. She had helped defeat the Dark Master too. She was just as much a part of the war as anyone else. Why wasn't she allowed to know anything about these meetings and why didn't she have any herself with Ignitus? The situation always brewed up the darkest thoughts within her; was she still not trusted after her affiliations with the Dark Master? Was it something personal that Spyro didn't trust her with? The rational side of her brain would tell her that these questions were ridiculous but her gut would refuse to unknot and so for hours and hours she would toss and turn before drifting into a shallow sleep. Already she could feel the dread bubbling up in the pit of her stomach.

The nauseating feeling was quenched though from a soft touch at her cheek as Spyro nuzzled her, planting a kiss there in return for the one she gave him earlier. The ebony dragoness turned her head to meet his lips with her own and all of her troubles slipped away again as they always did whenever he filled her thoughts. Just a touch of those purple scales was enough to silence her demons and it was for exactly that reason that she hated to lose him so often.

*****

The sun was nothing more than a slither above the horizon when the young couple finally started their journey home and in the long shadows of dusk, they readied themselves to part for another evening. As always before these meetings, Spyro had grown increasingly quiet and fidgety as though something pressing occupied his mind. Cynder had been mostly left alone with her thoughts on the walk back, having to ponder what horrible thing would have the dragon who stood up to Malefor so nervous and jittery. It was not a mindset that she enjoyed.

Throughout the entire walk home she had contemplated with dread what her evening was going to be like; maybe some forced, unenjoyable reading to try and distract her mind, the inevitable lying in bed staring at the empty spot beside her, the haunting thoughts of rejection and fear circulating through her mind. No. Enough was enough. She had dealt with too many nights like this and she was not going to spend them like that any more. She needed to know what Spyro and Ignitus were up to.

"Well... I should go, Cynder..." Spyro mumbled towards his feet as they stood outside the entrance of their new home; an unimpressive building compared with many in Warfang, a fact that was noticeable even in the darkness of the newly settled night.

Cynder simply nodded, her gaze dropped much like his. For a brief moment they both simply stood there in silence; neither one knowing exactly how to separate. Spyro though, soon forced his legs forward so that he could nuzzle his dragoness before he left. It wasn't like earlier though. Cynder could feel his muzzle shaking just from the small touch and his head quickly turned away again as he stepped back and prepared himself to take flight. His powerful wings unfurled and with a small leap and a strong downstroke, he lifted himself up into the sky and quickly gained altitude. The black dragoness sighed and watched him slowly circle around until he began to bank in the direction of the Temple. He never once looked back.

She waited until he was about to disappear from her view before her own sleek wings unfolded and she took off in pursuit. She kept herself far behind her mate and stayed low against the treeline once they left the walls of Warfang behind. All her instincts were still honed from the way the Dark Master had taught her to hunt and she glided in Spyro's blind spot silently. With the sun set and the moon not yet high, she was invisible as they drifted ever nearer to the Temple.

Her mind wandered to thoughts about how she would enter the Temple and eavesdrop without being caught. The Temple was kept well lit and Ignitus' chambers seemed the most obvious place for them to deal with whatever topics they had been so feverantly discussing the last few weeks but that was deep within the Temple and reaching it unnoticed would be very difficult indeed. Perhaps she could...

Her thoughts were interrupted as Spyro's head turned to scout the sky behind him for any obvious signs of any pursuers. Cynder's instincts kicked in once again and her wings locked in place, gliding so that their movement would not grab attention. Her black scales left her all but impossible to spot against the dark silhouettes of the trees below him. Spyro's eyes never even looked down however and only a second later, he started to change his direction away from the Temple.

'Where are you going...?' The black dragoness wondered. It seemed that Spyro's visits to the Temple never even reached the Temple. All the more reason to follow him further.

As they flew on for another few miles, Cynder bit down on her tongue. Dark thoughts were once again invading her mind. She had never seen Ignitus ask Spyro to come and visit. She had only heard Spyro telling her what Ignitus had said. She hadn't even seen him earlier that day inside the market. She felt fragile cracks in her heart begin to grow. It couldn't be... Had Spyro lied to her about Ignitus? About the meetings? She had an urge welling up inside of her to confront her mate, to call out to him and demand answers from him but she fought it. Confronting him would give him a chance to lie. She needed to see for herself what was really going on.

It didn't take long before she spotted Spyro scanning the treeline in front of him and begin angling towards some point that she couldn't make out from her position below him but it was becoming too dangerous to stay in the air. Bringing her wings in towards her sides, she dropped expertly into a small opening in the forest, opening them once she had cleared the branches so she could descend gracefully onto the floor. She knew the direction that Spyro had descended in and so she marched quickly onwards to find out once and for all what he did at these 'meetings'.

It only took a few minutes to hear echos of conversation through the forest but those minutes felt like hours to Cynder as her mind envisioned the worst of her fears and played them over and over to her like a recurring nightmare that she couldn't shake or distract herself from. It took all of her willpower not to sprint towards the noises in a desperate attempt to discover the answers quicker but stealth was key now; not speed.

Her footsteps were silent as she approached the edge of a noticeable clearing, the rising moon beginning to enlighten the open area enough for her to see clearly. Skulking low to the ground, she sought cover in one of the bushes that surrounded the grassy patch. Through a small hole in the branches, she spotted her mate immediately; tail flicking excitedly, a big grin on his face as he stared off past the field of vision that the small gap in foliage gave her. Nervously, she reached out to bend the blinding branch out of the way to reveal the hulking form of Ignitus standing in front of Spyro. Relief ran through her body and her stomach relaxed partway. At least he hadn't been lying about that.

That tall, stocky dragon was unmistakable. Even in the dull moonlight, his fiery orange scales were impressive and that proud stance of his only served to add to his regal image. She never could see him without remembering the day that they had fought Malefor and finally won. After the battle was over, they had rushed back to the Belt of Fire in the hopes of finding, or at least paying respect to Ignitus after he had sacrificed himself to ensure that Spyro and Cynder made it safely across the magical firestorm. Tossed clear of the now-extinguished flames, he was found slumped up against the side of a rock face; burnt, bruised, bloodied, and unconscious, but alive. She had no idea how he had survived such a punishment but he did. Whether it was his fire element that made him resistant to the flames or whether he was simply more powerful than any of them had ever considered before, they did not know. Cynder suspected a bit of both. He had awoken a day or so later and had only gotten stronger since then. Now there were no signs of damage on his strong scales, no hints of weakness in his proud walk, and his unchanged, loving, fatherly smile told of a dragon who was as strong mentally as he was physically. Ignitus was by no means an 'average' dragon. He was quite possibly the most extraordinary dragon that Cynder had ever met.

With her worries partially eased from the appearance of the fire Guardian, Cynder was able to calm her mind enough to take note of the clearing itself. Mostly it was an uninteresting tree-less patch of grass. In fact, the only thing of interest in the entire clearing was that there was a small pond on the opposite side to where she was lying and, in the silvery moonlight, there seemed to be something... 'off' about it. She couldn't tell what it was; maybe it was the way that it shimmered whenever the water rippled in the gentle wind, maybe it was the lack of anything living in or near the pool as far as she could see, maybe it was just a gut feeling, but whatever it was there was something inherently wrong about it.

"Ready, Spyro?" Ignitus asked, his toothy smile giving away his excitement.

Spyro didn't bother to answer, instead choosing to saunter over towards the pool of water and stick his muzzle into it; a move that made Cynder's suspicions about the pond grow even more. Ignitus followed shortly after with his tailtip flicking from side to side like that of an excited hatchling.

"Make sure to drink your fill, Spyro... And that's an order." Ignitus crooned, his voice carrying to Cynder's ears clearly in the silence of the forest. Even from her place in the bushes, Cynder could hear the lust in his voice during that last sentence and it seemed that Spyro had heard it as well. His head lifted from the water and he eyed the older dragon. To Cynder's surprise though he didn't question it at all.

"Anything you say, Ignitus. I shouldn't be the only one drinking though." He replied with his words dripping with a sense of playfulness that Cynder knew well from the few evenings they had managed to spend together without interruptions. Her claws dug into the ground beneath her... Were they... flirting?

Ignitus sat back on his haunches beside the purple dragon and rested a paw on the top of his head before pushing his muzzle back under the surface of the strange pool. Cynder could see Spyro's throat rhythmically forcing water down as he started gulping once again almost immediately.

"Perhaps not... But it's not your place to decide though, my obedient little student. Sluts do as they're told and you were told to drink." Spyro couldn't reply with his muzzle being mostly submerged in the pond but he did give a subtle moan at Ignitus' words between his loud gulps.

The black dragoness couldn't believe her ears. Slut?! Her mate was sleeping with his teacher? His father figure? That... that... much larger _male_dragon...? She felt her cheeks flush a little and her shock was underlined by a perverse curiosity that she hadn't expected at all. Ignitus' personality was different. He was still that strong, powerful, handsome dragon that he'd always been but gone was his innocent, fatherly mannerisms. They had been replaced by this oozing dominance that Spyro had immediately responded to. There was no doubt in her mind that she was about to watch her mate happily raise his tail and let himself be stuffed by what she could only assume was a very large cock. As much as she wanted to be angry, to be sad, she just wasn't. Instead of a desire to run away and try to forget what she had seen and heard, there was a growing urge to keep watching. Perhaps it was the lack of 'action' she had seen recently because of these frequent meetings or perhaps it was the discovery of this new sexual adventure but whatever it was, Cynder found herself moistening at just the thought of watching Ignitus stud her mate.

Spyro's sheath gave way rather unexpectedly for Cynder and his long pink shaft dropped free without any contact at all. It rapidly hardened so that the tip no longer aimed at the floor and instead pointed up at his muzzle. Something was different there though too. Cynder could see from where she was sitting that Spyro's cock looked... bigger than it had been before. It twitched in the warm breeze and every gulp of that strange water seemed to make his spaded tip swell desperately. She had seen that cock before. She had examined it closely on a number of occasions but it had definitely not been as big as she saw it now. The tip hung nearly level with the base of his chest!

Before she had time to question it too far, Spyro's drinking slowed and dwindled to an eventual stop. Ignitus lifted his forepaw off of the purple dragon's head so that the water-heavy drake could sit back on his haunches and breathe.

"A valiant effort, Spyro... for a young dragon." The Guardian smiled before lowering his own head to the pool and beginning to gulp down huge mouthfuls of the bizarre fluid. Each one rivalled how much water Spyro had managed to drink in his minute or so by the pool but Ignitus just kept on going. Mouthful after mouthful of that strange, refreshing liquid trickled down his throat and amassed in his stomach. Although Cynder couldn't see it from where she was laying, the fire dragon's sheath was already plumping up considerably. What she could see however was Spyro's eyes which were staring right between Ignitus' hinds.

"That's why you're in charge. You drink so much of this stuff. I don't even get close." Spyro's eyes never left Ignitus' crotch as the fire dragon's sheath gave way to that engorging cock. It was so much longer than his own and about as thick as his leg and the scent coming off of it already carried a level of breeding lust that only their sessions by the pond brought about. That twitching pink spire grew and grew until its spaded tip came to rest an almost disproportionately long distance from his sheath opening but Spyro didn't seem to mind. His eyes darted up and down its length and, from where Cynder was lying, she could see him begin to lean ever so slightly closer though from the drunken look on his face, she doubted that he was doing it consciously.

The fire Guardian finally lifted his large head from the pool and turned himself to face his student. For the first time since he had begun drinking the water, Cynder got a good look at Ignitus instead of just a view of his back. She felt her cheeks burn at the sight of his engorged length, having to restrain herself from gasping at the flash of images running through her mind about Spyro and Ignitus and all the things her mate may have done with such an impressive endowment. Averting her eyes forcefully out of her own embarrassment, she caught Ignitus' eyes staring down at her mate. There wasn't the usual softness that his eyes usually contained, replaced instead by a harder glare, a dominant lust that she had never seen before. That water had definitely changed him.

"I am in charge and don't you forget it. Now, make yourself useful and worship me like a good little tailraiser should." He commanded; not aggressively but with a force of authority and superiority that made even Cynder sink down in her spot. Spyro on the other hand seemed to relish its sound, a large grin painted on his muzzle as he began to shift from foot to foot with a level of excitement she rarely saw in him.

"Gladly..." The purple dragon of legend replied shakily as he began to lower his head down between Ignitus' haunches, noting the heavy cloud of musk that surrounded his head as he approached the older male's thighs. He made a point of not touching that enormous spire just yet; he had already learned from previous sessions that Ignitus liked his worship a particular way. It was however difficult not to sneak a lick or a nuzzle of that swollen pink flesh but his job at these times was to serve. His clouded, lustful mind was ruled by the pool's water and it drove him to crave Ignitus' pleasure, not his own, and if that meant resisting a taste of his shaft then the young male would restrain himself for now.

Finally his muzzle-front made contact with his true target; those heavy balls that lay resting on the ground. The dull, spicy scent of Ignitus' musk was intoxicating this close to its source and Spyro adored it like no other. Nuzzling lightly against those firm orbs, he felt right at home. That tight sack indented just enough under his touch to let his nose burrow slightly between the two nuts so that they gently hugged each side of his muzzle. With a confident grin on his face, he took an overly-loud sniff of the musk that resided there in an attempt to show his teacher just how much he loved his current position. He truly belonged there.

"Mmm, I love your scent, Ignitus. Such big balls... So heavy and bloated..." The younger male crooned more to himself than to the dragon he was serving but it brought a pleasantly satisfied rumble from the fire Guardian who rested one of his forepaws on the back of Spyro's head and used it to grind that muzzle right up against his rotund hatchling-makers. He knew Spyro would love that.

"Go on..." Ignitus shut his eyes and puffed his chest out in response. Although not usually one for egotistical desires, the water's effects made it very hard to be humble in the face of such high praise, especially ones that were so lewd and teasing.

The black dragoness in the bushes could hardly believe what she was watching. Again she felt the desire to be angry or upset but she was far too intrigued to do anything but watch with a perverse interest that baffled even her. She was already suffering a slight wetness from the scene unfolding before her which didn't get any easier to ignore when Spyro began to theatrically kiss over Ignitus' balls. She couldn't help but think about all the times she had kissed Spyro's lips; the same lips that may have only hours before been pressed up against the Guardian's swollen, cum-laden balls. She felt another small quiver pass through her pussy.

"You're always so 'full', Ignitus, even when we meet so regularly. Who knew that you'd be such a virile male? Big... handsome... sexy... and evidently owning the balls of a seasoned stud." Spyro continued, hooking his muzzle underneath the bottom of that sack to take the weight of both balls onto the bridge of his nose. "Not that I'm complaining about the amount of cum you produce of course."

Ignitus carefully settled himself down on his side, watching as Spyro shuffled himself too to keep those swollen orbs resting on his face before planting a long kiss just behind that sack when Ignitus finally stopped moving.

"Of course you aren't complaining. You always lap up everything I give you, my purple-scaled cum-guzzler, and I'm more than happy to give it to you. I'm sure you wish I produced even more of it though, isn't that right?" The orange dragon teased as he felt Spyro's tongue start to drag over his balls, making long passes from the bottom of one right up to the top of his sheath. The younger male was almost too distracted to answer, moaning quietly against his teacher's crotch as he savoured the taste.

"You're right there, Ignitus. I love your cum... I love every single different taste I can get from you." He growled lustily as his eyes wandered from those nuts; first looking at that cock and then, after remembering he didn't have permission just yet, he looked the other way. "Mmm yes... You do have the most desirable tastes..."

Before Ignitus could react, he dragged his lips from the bottom of that taut sack and rubbed his face down over the orange dragon's taint with his eyes closed, only stopping when he felt the pass over a slight divot in the flesh that he knew would be his Guardian's tailhole. He didn't even need to open his eyes to confirm it, drawing a short breath through his nose to find the air thick with the tangy scent of undertail that told him he was exactly where he wanted to be. His lips pursed and above him Ignitus watched with a raunch satisfaction to see and feel his little sub so lovingly kissing a part of him that had rarely seen so much intimacy. However, Spyro was not fazed; he adored that rump just as much as his balls or cock or any other part of his partner and if he knew Ignitus well then this was sure to earn him access to his favourite pink 'toy'.

Cynder blinked a few times as she watched Spyro's tongue begin to run long slow arcs around that pink ring. It would run around one small section of that rim, dipping slightly into the middle so that it could hook against the inside wall and then push it outwards with a firm thrust to open him up for only the briefest moment and then it would slip free once more. It may have only spread him for a short second but it was plenty of time to leave Ignitus moaning though. Cynder wasn't exactly new to rimming, in fact it had been something Spyro and her had tried before but to see his purple muzzle; the one that had nuzzled and kissed her so often, pressed up against their teacher's tailhole just seemed... surreal! She thought back to all the times Spyro had kissed her... all the times she had tasted his tongue... especially_those times when he had disturbed her sleep after coming home late from one of his 'meetings' with Ignitus. She tried to think if she had ever tasted anything_different in his saliva. Just the mere idea made her vent clench and her claws dig a little deeper into the soft soil.

"Very nice, Spyro... Keep on like that and you'll earn that reward. You didn't even hesitate before slipping down there, you tailsniffer. I'm starting to think you really love it under there or is it all a show just to earn the right to touch my cock?" Ignitus groaned, his dragonhood twitching every few seconds as long strings of pre started to drool from his spaded tip and swing in the night breeze. Although it hadn't been touched yet, his arousal was growing ever more pronounced as the pool's magic worked through him in force.

Spyro planted another series of wet kisses on that twitching opening, rubbing his lips and the front of his muzzle against the musky hole before drawing back a few inches to answer his teacher.

"I love it down here, Ignitus. You know I'd happily spend all day under here if I could... just sniffing... licking... kissing. I love the smell, the taste... the sight. Even if I do love that big cock of yours, I love your tailhole just as much." The young dragon's words were slow and almost slurred and his eyes never left the twitching ring of muscle just in front of his face, even when Ignitus stirred in front of him.

The older male rolled himself onto his stomach, rolling over Spyro to trap him underneath the older male's belly. Cynder had a side-on view as the larger dragon sat partway up and began to roll his hips, rubbing his ass right in Spyro's face to lewdly tease his student even further. Cynder's eyes never left Spyro's head but out of her sight, Spyro's cock jumped and jerked from the sudden position of being helplessly pinned against Ignitus' wet tailstar.

"You love it that much, do you, Spyro? You must really love this then." He teased, sitting a little more of his weight against those purple lips so that the younger male moaned right against his pucker; each little vibration adding to the sensation of perverted pleasure he was gaining from it.

"Yes!.. Ngh... Yes I do..." Spyro managed to squeak around the tailhole sealed to his lips before the dragon of legend forced it open with a firm thrust of his tongue, invading the warm, tight recesses of that tailpipe. Ignitus instinctively sat down a little harder on the young male's face and squeezed his bowels to grip that tongue and pull it deeper. His hips didn't grind any more over Spyro's nose and lips but he did start to bounce ever so gently, pushing Spyro's head into the cool dirt underneath them before rising to give him a little rest. Every time he did though, the purple dragon's head would follow rather than part an inch from that delicious backside.

"You little rump-slut..." Ignitus chuckled before rolling back over onto his side, leaving a flustered Spyro to scramble back onto his feet to chase that shifting tailhole. Before he could get there though, the fire Guardian redirected him. "I think you've earned your 'treat', my purple-scaled servant."

Spyro's tongue had been half way out of his muzzle, hanging only a few inches from the saliva-soaked rim of his Guardian partner when the news came; he had earned what he wanted most. A sense of lewd pride ran through him and any thoughts of longing to return to that winking, spit-shined undertail was overwhelmed by the urge to climb higher and enjoy the tastes that awaited him there. His eyes swivelled to see that twitching spire of enormous dragon meat beckoning him closer and his legs answered the call without any input from his brain. Those little feet dragged his body towards it until his exposed tongue came into contact with the bottom of Ignitus' length and his taste buds began to register the subtle flavours of that musk-drenched flesh.

The young, purple dragon pressed his face up against the rock-hard pole just above Ignitus' sheath opening, revelling in the sheer heat that emanated from it. It almost felt like it was burning his cheeks as he nuzzled so lovingly into the malehood of a dragon who had practically been like a father to him. A toothy grin spread across his muzzle; that almost made it more exciting. The thought that every breath he drew was full of the musk of that handsome role model of his made his cock swell to an agonising hardness. Much to Ignitus' delight, the dragon of legend rubbed his soft cheek up and down the lowest few inches of that cock while moaning quietly to himself. The older male could tell that he was lost in his own enjoyment and that made the Guardian's chest puff out a little further. Even if the water had made him more dominant than usual, he still got a big rush out of seeing his sub enjoying himself.

Cynder stared with wide eyes at the scene unfolding before her; not only because of what Spyro and his mentor were doing but now that her attention was drawn to Ignitus' cock, she could see that it seemed even bigger than it had been before. Was it growing... still? Now that she thought about it; Spyro's seemed even larger than when he had first drunk the water from the pond. It now comfortably reached the base of his chest and seemed thicker than usual too. How big were they going to get?!

The small male was forced to slide sideways to even reach the dribbling tip of Ignitus' cock. His paws angled it outwards towards his muzzle so that he could plant a wet, messy kiss around it's slit, his lips having to move through a slimy layer of warm pre-cum before it touched the flesh itself. That slippery, lubricating juice oozed around his muzzle and stuck to his scales so that when he finally pulled back from Ignitus' length, a few thick strings still attached him to the cock he was so entranced by. It certainly didn't help that Ignitus' juices were rich with his masculine pheromones which spurred Spyro mindset whether he sniffed in the older male's inescapable musk or licked the pre from his lips. No matter how the younger dragon pleasured his dominant teacher, he was left longing for more.

Ignitus closed his eyes as he fought against the primal desires that rose inside of him now that his throbbing arousal was being tended to. He could feel Spyro's small paws beginning to rub up and down his length, having to use both of them to reach fully around the magically grown shaft. The copious amounts of pre he had produced meant that his shaft was quickly becoming covered in a thin coat of his own lube as Spyro's surprisingly skilled hands massaged and kneaded over every exposed inch of pink flesh. All the while Spyro's lips would purse and rub slowly around the slightly softer tip with just enough pressure to squash it ever so slightly as he moved against it. It was all Ignitus could do to resist forcing that maw open and hilt himself inside of his throat right there and then just like every fibre of his quivering body was urging him to do.

"Nngh... You're a natural at this, Spyro... I find it hard to believe that someone who's such a big fan of serving males and one who's so good at it too hasn't been with any other drakes besides me..." Ignitus mumbled shakily, his breath coming in staggered bursts as he tried to retain at least some of his composure. Spyro looked up at the contorting face of the larger male and smiled, giving a firm lick just underneath the head of Ignitus' cock before responding.

"Just you Ignitus... Just this cock..." He answered without even taking his muzzle away from that length. Now that he had his prize, he wasn't going to let it go. Rubbing his muzzle against it had left his face soaked with Ignitus' pre mixed with his own saliva; a mixture that Cynder could see as it reflected the rising moonlight and made her mate's face shine whenever it caught the light in the right way.

Ignitus could take no more. His cock drooled almost constantly onto his young partner's face and all this teasing was driving him wild. He needed some proper pleasure. He needed something surrounding his cock; something tight that he could rut. Luckily his little toy was right there.

"Time to raise your tail, you teasing little cockworshipper. I need my release and you're going to give it to me." Ignitus half growled, already rolling back over to get onto his feet once more. He could stand no more teasing and Spyro sensed the urgency in his command. Stepping backwards away from the rising dragon, he turned and lifted his tail, settling his chest lower and spreading his forelegs wider in front of him to give himself some much needed stability for what was about to come.

Through the bushes' branches, the hidden dragoness could see Spyro watching over his shoulder as Ignitus straddled his back and settled down on top of the submissive male. His current massive endowment meant that he stood a step or two further back than he usually would with previous partners but size seemed of no concern to Spyro. Already that dripping tip was nudging up under Spyro's tail and, from the strain that became visible on both of their faces, it was beginning to spread the smaller dragon open already. It was clear that Ignitus wasn't in the mood to delay his breeding any longer.

Cynder couldn't imagine taking someone of Ignitus' current size in her tailhole nor even the size that the fire dragon had sported at the start of their session but she guessed that their regular meetings had made Spyro much more 'accommodating' to such huge sizes. It was a thought that impressed her but also made her realize just how many times the two of them must have done this. Spyro didn't even attempt to slow the Guardian down as Ignitus continued his efforts to penetrate the young dragon.

A second or two later, she heard Ignitus moan and his hips suddenly jolted forwards. Spyro became totally quiet for the first time that evening but the ebony dragoness could see him grit his teeth and could see the shaky rise and fall of his chest as he attempted to deal with the incredible girth that had just entered him. His whole body contracted and she could see his stomach tense for a few moments before it finally dropped once more. Luckily Ignitus spent those few seconds readjusting his feet and trying to stave off an early orgasm so the younger male had enough time to ready himself before the pole inside of him began to shift backwards and forwards.

All the previous teasing and the strange effects from the water meant that Ignitus' shaft was now incredibly sensitive. Coupled with the fact that his increased girth made Spyro feel even tighter, the older male knew that he fighting a losing battle to hold off his orgasm. His hips rocked gently at first but he was becoming blinded to any sense of control. Spyro's tailpipe clenched and tugged at his tip rhythmically as though it was trying to suck him deeper and every time he drew his hips back, the younger dragon's rear would grip him even tighter in an attempt to stop him from escaping, forcing his smooth fleshy insides hard against Ignitus' flared tip.

The smaller dragon rediscovered his voice, moaning and whining as the larger dragon indiscriminately squashed and pressed against every sensitive little button inside his tailvent. To him, there was an almost paralyzing amount of pleasure surging from his bowels up into his body; his brain no longer registered what his eyes were looking at, his chest heaved with juddering breaths, his legs shook and struggled with even the basic task of remaining standing against the rhythmic motion of the older male's hips. All of this was in response to his teacher's ever-sinking endowment and, boy, did he know it. It was such a source of pleasure to him as it had been in every session they'd had together. He'd become hooked on it. Addicted. This water just helped him realize just how much he truly wanted it, how much he needed it, even how much he needed the dragon attached to it. Deep inside, he knew that he was dependant on Ignitus now.

"A-Ancestors... I-I can't hold back, Ignitus... Too good..." The younger male babbled, trying to spur on his top but finding it hard to string words together when his prostate was receiving such a beating and was being crushed so mercilessly. The fire Guardian's pace had only been getting faster and his strokes were growing longer too so that now Spyro felt as though he was being speared all the way through to his stomach.

The purple dragon's cock was beginning to jump readily and the mushroomed tip was pulsating every second or so. Cynder knew exactly what was about to happen and yet that cock hadn't been touched at all! The dragoness had worked him to this point a number of times before but to do it without even touching his shaft was an almost impossible thought. She could hardly believe her eyes as Spyro lowered his head and began to curse quietly under his breath. In the soft moonlight, the strings of cum exploding from her mate's member shone and glistened on the grass where it landed, trickling slowly through the blades of grass as the weight of the seed left them sagging towards the dirt and gravity took care of the rest so that it pooled slowly down and soaked into the ground.

Ignitus though had his eyes tightly shut and so only felt his thrusts became even more difficult with the smaller dragon's insides wrapping around his moving shaft in an attempt to stop it. The audible wet crackling that accompanied every movement of his hips was sign enough that lubrication wasn't the issue; it was the dragon underneath him that was clamping down. The subtle alkaline, metallic scent of cum was the smoking pistol that revealed what had happened to the older male though. Satisfaction seeped through him. Nothing was more satisfying than knowing his breeding had tipped his partner over the edge, not even his own orgasm and now with those tightly latched walls crushing around his length, he hardly even needed to thrust to feel himself being pushed the same way that Spyro had just been.

The older male settled his weight a lot more dependently on Spyro's back; perhaps an unfair ask of a young dragon who had just orgasmed but Ignitus was preparing for his own pleasure now that he had given his purple student his own and that meant getting comfortable. With a few more shallow thrusts, his body could hold back no more. His entire frame quivered and he snarled menacingly. Although Cynder couldn't see it happening, she was sure that Ignitus was in the process of bloating her mate with practically gallons of his cum and from the way that Spyro was nuzzling up at the chin of his breeding male, it was a feeling that he loved.

While the two males were still oblivious to the world, recovering in the relaxing glow of their past orgasm, Cynder decided that it was the time to leave. She needed to escape and arrive home before Spyro made it back and now was her best chance to do that unseen. As carefully as she could, she backed out of the bush and began to slink away into the woods, her mind racing over the whole situation. Although her hiding place had been uncomfortable, it had given her a great view of the meeting and not to mention her choice of where to hide had probably kept her from being discovered. The wind had been blowing towards her throughout the entire session and that was probably the only reason why the two horny males hadn't picked up the scent of her arousal; a scent that showed her true feelings about her mate's late meetings with his teacher.

******

The black dragoness lay on her stomach in the nest staring at the wall in front of her. She'd tried to sleep once she got home but her mind was racing. She had so many questions, so many thoughts and ideas that kept cycling around in her head. She wasn't angry, annoyed, hurt, or even jealous but she was definitely curious. The size change was only temporary each time, she concluded as she had never seen Spyro's length that large even after his evening meetings with Ignitus but even so, the thought of a better-endowed mate and the personality change the two dragons experienced intrigued her into deeper thought. Spyro became indisputably obedient when he had drunk the water and Ignitus had grown more controlling. Cynder wondered if it be possible for her to get Spyro under her command like that? Could she get Ignitus under her control too? The thought excited her greatly.

She felt slightly guilty for thinking about Ignitus that way but he was a handsome dragon, well hung too, and the thought of having both answering to her was very tempting indeed. Besides, Spyro certainly seemed fine with Ignitus in that way, why shouldn't he be happy if Ignitus was brought into their relationship even if just for a little fun now and then? She somehow doubted that he would complain.

Her thoughts were scattered as the door swung open and the footsteps of her purple dragon entered from the other side of the darkened room. She almost rolled her eyes; he never quite had her air of stealth. In fact, if she listened carefully, she could just about make out a slight sloshing sound from his stomach as he slipped into the nest beside her. It seemed that Ignitus had been very 'generous' indeed. The noise as he settled into the soft sheets next to him was like someone had carried a bucket full of water to bed in the dark and dropped it roughly just behind her. A small shudder traversed her spine at the feeling of all that goopy fluid bloating her mate.

Feeling that purple muzzle nudge against her neck, she finally lifted her head and turned to look at her mate. Of course she had to pretend as though she had seen nothing earlier the same evening but that didn't mean that she couldn't try and get some information out of him. She'd just have to be crafty about it.

His face seemed almost apologetic when she stirred, thinking he had woken her but she silenced his apologies before they started by burying her head in his chest and closed his eyes. Even her sensitive nose couldn't pick up any traces of Spyro's earlier debauchery though; they must have cleaned up well afterwards.

"Mmm... How was the meeting?" She asked softly, tracing along his lower chest and sides with one delicate claw. She felt him stir a little just after the question was asked but his wing soon draped over the top of her to help cover up the shifty movement as something much more innocent.

"It was fine... same as always... Ignitus said that we won't meet for a few days too so we can finally have some time together." He answered, lowering his head so that his jaw lay between her horns. Cynder wasn't sure whether it was her own bias or whether it was true but Spyro's movements seemed more forced than usual like his nuzzle goodbye had been earlier. Perhaps she was wrong though.

"That's good. We could do with some time alone." She replied, running that trailing paw of hers from Spyro's purple-scaled side to stroke over his balls and then up over his sheath to test his reaction. He gave a small jerk, clearly not expecting it. Her paw couldn't feel any change in size from what she normally felt down there so she assumed the magic was already gone. Also, unlike usual, she didn't feel the immediate swelling that often accompanied any grope she gave him. Of course she knew that he had emptied his balls only a short while ago but he was none the wiser to that fact.

"H-Hah..! We d-definitely could. Not tonight, though. It's late and I'm a bit too tired for that right now." He stuttered, though Cynder was already well aware of the reason for his low libido. Luckily for him, Cynder's paw was already leaving his sheath alone and running up over his belly where there was a noticeable bulge... a big noticeable bulge... far far more noticeable than she had expected when she heard him sloshing about earlier.

Opening her eyes to examine her mate, she saw that Spyro's stomach was sagging a lot lower than it usually would. At first she questioned whether it was the darkness playing tricks on her eyes but she was definitely sure that her sight wasn't deceiving her when she began to push her paw up against the distended stomach and could feel that it definitely spilled out as far as her eyes told her that it had. It was far further than she'd ever seen it stretch before, disproportionately so for a dragon of his size.

The black digit of her examining paw sunk into his yellow stomach and sent the pool of cum inside rippling and shifting to resettle around her belly-bending prod. Even when she pushed her whole paw up against it, the belly jiggled and twitched as the weight of the disturbed cum created little waves inside that almost knee-length bulge that rocked from side to side and swung the bulge with it. With her face hidden from sight, Spyro couldn't see the blush that grew on her muzzle as she thought about the vast quantities of cum that must be only a few inches from her paw, just behind that usually flat stomach wall but she couldn't let him see that she knew that. She had to play innocent.

"Putting on weight, are we? All this time off from defending the world is making you soft... Very soft!" She said with a joking tone as she gave a light push to that sagging rotundness. Deep inside though, she was curious as to what he would tell her. She doubted it would be the truth but she was still interested. "I swear you wasn't this tubby this afternoon. You've put on a lot of weight in the last few hours. Ignitus has been fattening you up."

The young male gave a nervous chuckle and grabbed her forepaw with his own, interlocking their fingers so that she could no longer poke him or examine his body but the gesture itself would look innocent enough. Surely she wouldn't guess it was anything more than a loving gesture or so he thought at least.

"I guess I am gaining a bit of weight, yeah. It must be Warfang's food. Plus I ate a lot at the Temple tonight seeing as the meeting dragged on a bit and we were both getting hungry anyway. Perhaps I went a bit overboard. I-I'm just bloated right now anyway. It'll pass by morning."

"Mmm... Let's hope so otherwise you'll struggle to walk! So what's the Temple like now then? You said earlier that it had changed since we last saw it." Cynder rested her brow against Spyro's chest now so that she was staring down along his bulged belly. It had the added advantage of hiding her slight satisfaction at her own question. She already knew that he hadn't gone there tonight. Would he risk trying to describe it only to get it wrong? The question definitely seemed to knock the purple male off his feet a little and he went quiet for a moment. She could hear his heartbeat growing faster in his chest.

"W-Well it's... different.. I can't quite get into the details of it all. Y-You'll see for yourself when we go and visit. There's still a lot being done so I didn't even really see it finished." He mumbled before squeezing her tighter in his wing's grasp. "You know, I'm pretty tired, Cynder. We can chat more in the morning, my love... Goodnight."

Cynder hummed quietly in response and kept her position cuddled in against his chest. She wasn't angry with him, she finally decided after much thought about his answers. As much as she wanted to be, she was now even more curious about the pool of water and the possibility of including Ignitus in their fun. The black dragoness had no interest in berating Spyro for sneaking off to spend time with him like that. If he wasn't going to tell her the truth though, she would have to think of a plan to reveal her knowledge to both of them in such a way to hopefully include herself in their fun.

Pondering her plan, she soon fell into a thoughtful sleep listening to the slowly relaxing heartbeat of her cum-flooded mate.

******

It had been a few days since Cynder had watched Spyro and Ignitus' 'meeting' in the depths of the forest and over the last few days the black dragoness had been putting her devised plan into action. She had considered asking the other Guardians about the pool of water; she was sure between them they would probably have some knowledge about the kind of magic at work but she had rejected this idea after careful consideration knowing that they would press for answers about where she had heard of this magic and even if she managed to come up with an excuse that didn't involve the fact that she had been watching her mate and the leader of the Guardians abusing the pool's perverted magic, the other Guardians would probably find a way to hide the water's power away for safety. No, she couldn't risk losing what she assumed to be her best chance of getting the best of both worlds, or rather both dragons.

Her back-up plan was much more risky but she also thought it was more promising than her first because it didn't involve alerting the other three Guardians about the pool's existence. She would have to proceed without their collective knowledge to back up her assumptions but it was a risk she was willing to take if it meant she could possibly ensnare her mate back and also a bonus male for them both to have fun with. From what she had gathered from Ignitus and Spyro during their evening session by the pool, the water seemed to control their libidos and it seemed like the more you drunk, the more dominant you were. Spyro had been very receptive to Ignitus' dominant state so she guessed that those who drank less took up the submissive role readily. At least that was what she hoped anyway.

Over the last few days she had been sneaking off whenever she could to gulp from the pool. So far Spyro hadn't become suspicious of all these sudden tasks that Cynder had to take care of but he had become curious about the physical changes she had been undergoing since her very first sips of that strange liquid. Her hips had been growing ever more plump, giving her a more defined rump and more enticing curves to her usually sleek body and it hadn't stopped there. They continued to grow beyond that until her bulky hindquarters seemed like they should belong to a curvaceous dragoness twice her size.

It was just lucky that Spyro didn't have her suspicious mind when she told him that she had no clue what he was talking about or at the very least he hadn't pressed her about it. He had dropped his inquisitions but she suspected that he was still curious; after all her hips were large enough that even her walk and sleeping positions had changed to accomodate the size. At least now she knew what happened to females in place of a male's magically enlarged cock.

That hadn't been the only change either. The black dragoness had been struggling to deal with what seemed like an unending sex drive. There was an almost constant moistness to her undertail now and she was becoming nervous about her scent whenever she left the house. It was like being in heat. On regular occasion now, her mind would drift back to memories of watching Spyro submit to Ignitus and her crotch would practically burn from the images that her imagination threw at her. She began to fantasize more often and each daydream would become more and more difficult to ignore compared with the last. She vividly remembered awaking one night with the raunch desire to sit on her mate's innocent sleeping muzzle with her newly enlarged rear end even if it meant momentarily smothering him with it just to feel him squirm against that padded flesh and set to work on fixing her very nearly uncontrolled lust.

Spyro had noticed her raised libido too and had even tried to seduce her into some of their own fun but Cynder had already concluded that orgasming dispelled the effects of the water; after all, Spyro's cock and behaviour always changed back whenever he returned home from his meetings. Once again, she had made some weak excuse to distract him and once again he didn't press her about it.

Landing in that part of the forest that she now knew so well, Cynder walked across the clearing towards the strange pool of water. She grimaced at the thought of gulping so much of the weird fluid once again. Her hips would get a little more rotund, her arousal would grow a little harder to ignore, her stomach would ache from just how much she'd force herself to drink but in the end it'd hopefully all be worth it.

Her muzzle sunk into the sparkling liquid as her throat began to draw long mouthfuls down into her stomach. The cool flow of the liquid passing over her throat lining was strange. It didn't feel like normal water. Something about it left her neck muscles and stomach tingling with a strange sense of energy that she had never quite felt before. It felt as though she was drinking small droplets of liquified electricity. Even in the evening sun's reassuring golden illumination, the pond looked unnatural... otherworldly.

She had only managed a few gulps before an approaching noise caught her attention. Although she couldn't tell who it was, she decided it would be best not to be seen drinking from the water and so she slid silently into the bushes like she had a few days ago and waited for the interrupting party to pass. Crouched low in the shadows of the foliage, she waited.

"Here I thought you was going to be taking a few days away from all of this, Spyro." Came a familiar voice from beyond the clearing; one that she knew came from the mouth of the fire Guardian Ignitus. Only moments later he stepped into the clearing with her mate walking alongside his hind leg.

"I was but Cynder said that she'd be gone until nightfall so I thought I'd come and see you."

"And by 'see me' you really mean...?" Ignitus asked, looking over at the smaller male with a subtle smile on his face. Spyro beamed back knowingly.

"You know what I mean." The younger dragon stopped next to Ignitus, both of them standing at the edge of the pool only a few feet from Cynder's hiding spot.

"True. I know exactly what you mean... So drink."

The purple dragon responded instantly again to Ignitus' commands, lowering his head to the water and beginning to gulp as Cynder had seen him do before. Once again, he stayed for as long as he could manage before raising his head once more, stomach full of the lust-inducing water and his cock hanging free from his sheath. Cynder wasn't worried about him; she had drunk much more than that over the last few days. However Ignitus was next, dropping his head into the pool and sucking up great mouthfuls of the shimmering fluid in huge quantities.

Cynder watched nervously. If her assumptions were correct then she had to hope that she had drunk more over the last few days than Ignitus would drink now. The older dragon just kept on drinking though, his plump sheath sagging low and starting to open up as his enlarging pink cock began to slide free and harden in the warm evening air. Pre was already starting to glisten at its slit, reflecting the dusk sun's light so that Cynder could tell exactly how around he already was. Gulp after gulp of water disappeared from the neverending pool down into the Guardian's belly. Even when Ignitus was fully hard and his cock shook with need, he continued to push himself to drink more. Cynder began to feel very nervous indeed. Her day of reckoning was sooner than she had expected it to be and she had hoped to drink more of the water before Ignitus got to the pool but she no longer had a choice there. The young dragoness had no idea whether she'd bested the older dragon and the longer his thirst held, the more jittery she became.

Ignitus' head finally lifted from the pool and turned grinning towards his smaller partner. The water's effects were already kicking in and the larger male wasn't about to stand on ceremony while his pleasure went unsated. In a few steps he moved himself over to the edge of the clearing, only feet from the hidden dragoness, and sat back on his haunches at the base of a solid tree. Leaning his weight back into the firm wood, he spread his hinds apart to show off to the younger male who had been trying to get an unobstructed look at Ignitus' crotch ever since he'd started drinking.

Spyro didn't even need to be told this time, instincts driving his legs forward until he felt his muzzle press into the Guardian's warm, soft stomach. The tip of that cock hung enticingly close to his lips and he could smell that rich masculine musk wafting up from it, a scent that made his mouth water and his own erection strain with unsatisfied desire. Still, he knew that he wasn't allowed such a treat yet and so slowly brought his muzzle down to the side of Ignitus' impressive endowment, rubbing his muzzle along those soft underscales and placing small kisses along the older dragon's thighs as he passed.

"You've learned well, Spyro. If I'd have known that you learned this quickly when offered a chance to be bred then I would have worked it into your combat training." The older dragon closed his eyes and rested his head against the gnarly bark of the tree behind him, deciding to give the purple dragon some added free reign this time around.

"We both know that we'd have never done any actual training if you had." Spyro replied, his lips already starting to pucker against those heavy, cum-bloated balls. "I'd have spent all day worshipping you like this."

Ignitus smirked a little at his sub's response. He could imagine worse things than a day of lusty worship from a young dragon who was so eager to please.

Cynder however was not laughing; she was far too distracted by the sudden flaring in her loins. Whenever she had thought about Ignitus and Spyro together in the last few days, she had been able to distract herself through the embarrassment of her body's reaction or through sheer willpower alone but now she found herself completely unable to rid her mind of the sight in front of her and she felt no embarrassment about her urges either. That enormous spire twitching above Spyro's obedient muzzle gripped her attention unwaveringly. Every ripple the pink flesh gave, every ridge and curve that defined its shape, every small blotch that deviated from the pure shade of pink that coated most of the shaft, all of it captivated her as her eyes drank in the majesty of such a perfect cock. Her mind was so focussed on it that she could practically smell Ignitus' musk despite her nose not being nearly sensitive enough to do so from the distance she currently was.

She felt no embarrassment for her mate suckling the fire Guardian's balls, no shame for trying to trick them with her lust-driven plan, no desire to dominate her mate or the larger male who was only a few meters from her hiding spot. All she felt was a compulsion to leave her place in the bushes and join them, a compulsion that seemed to be ingrained in every sinew and fibre of her being because she found she couldn't ignore it and she didn't want to either. This was something she needed to do.

With a thick glazing over her eyes, she wriggled free of the branches of the bush and stepped out into the open, approaching the two distracted dragons from the side and suddenly lowering her muzzle to sniff against the side of Ignitus' sack when she got right up to them. The musk filled her lungs and immediately hooked her mind on its existence. Like an addict getting a fix, she was a slave to those instincts and nestled her muzzle right alongside Spyro's to begin kissing and lapping over the larger male's breeding orbs.

Both of the males had immediately noticed her presence. Ignitus' eyes lit up and he slipped lower, revealing his tailhole slightly to the air as he used the tree for balance. Spyro just continued his dedicated work without the slightest sense of shock or defiance. He even used a paw on the back of her head to help grind his own mate's face into the taut hide that held Ignitus' balls.

"It seems I have another little worshipper. Spyro, why don't you move lower and let her take over at my balls? I know how much you love to eat tailhole." Ignitus crooned, closing his eyes once again. Spyro didn't need telling twice and he obeyed instantly, rolling onto his back and shuffling up against the Guardian so that Ignitus could practically sit on his muzzle while Cynder straddled her mate and nursed on the Guardian's musk-saturated sack.

"A-Ancestors, Ignitus... T-This smell..." Cynder moaned softly to herself, thin rivulets of her liquid arousal running down the inside of her thigh and beginning to pool against Spyro's yellow underbelly.

"Use your words, Cynder... Tell me exactly what you think."

Cynder found that commanding, teacher voice of his now suddenly impossible to resist. She felt herself responding immediately to the instruction and it felt good. It felt right to just obey. After all that's what Ignitus wanted and she wanted to do what Ignitus wanted. She wanted him to happy. She wanted to serve. Although at the back of her mind a small part of her was aware that her plan had failed, she wasn't at all bothered that it had. All she could think was that it had turned out even better. This was far better than dominating the two males.

"I-I love your scent, Ignitus... I-I love your balls... I want t-to serve you..." Her voice shakily replied. Ignitus just rumbled deep in his chest and sat down a little more firmly on the muzzle of her mate, an action that brought a muffled moan from the male under there as his buried tongue was forced even deeper into that flavourful pipe where it found a previously untouched area of rich ass flavour.

"Good. Serve me, you shall. Both of you will." Ignitus lifted himself a few moments later, just enough to use his tail to detach the dragon who was so keenly rimming him out and slide him free from underneath him. Taking his seat once again, the older male angled his cock down towards them both, aiming that dribbly tip at Spyro's face menacingly. He didn't even need to command either of them. They already understood their task.

Cynder raised her head from those orbs and began to rub her face against the sensitive underside of Ignitus burning meat while her mate began to drag his flat tongue firmly over the spaded head instead. Neither had any shame or nervousness, jealousy or shock about seeing the other so willingly serve another dragon. They both understood exactly why the other was doing it. They both felt exactly the same way.

Cynder's paws began to grip around Ignitus' base and squeeze as her head slid upwards towards her mate's, tongue drenching every inch along the way with her spit. Her purple-scaled lover lifted the end of his teacher's cock and began to work underneath it, his lips soon brushing against Cynder's as they met in the middle so that they shared a short kiss that mixed all the flavours of Ignitus' body within their mouths. Cynder couldn't resist a subtle gasp when she caught a strong taste of Ignitus' tailhole flavour suddenly on her tongue. It was an unexpected but certainly not unwelcome addition to her mate's saliva. Above them, Ignitus rumbled at the sight of his two servants sharing a pre-smeared kiss.

They broke away before too long though, stroking and massaging the object of their desire. Their tongues and lips kept adding to the pleasure of the dragon that they were serving, desperate to tip him over the edge. It seemed their actions were working too. Twice the teasing was proving difficult to handle and Ignitus started to shift and clench up every few seconds from the combined efforts of the two hungry, young dragons who were both relentless in their pursuit of breaking the older dragon.

Pre began to coat both of their muzzles as they switched positions, Spyro working the lower majority of that pink spire with his paws and digits while Cynder focussed on drawing pleasure from that extra sensitive top section. Even though they were in awkward positions and they were all growing hot and messy, all three of them were worked up into a frenzy. They were taken over by tunnel-vision as Ignitus' cock swelled up even more, reaching the largest size that Cynder had ever seen it grow to.

Ignitus reached his paw towards his shaft, nudging Spyro away as he started to work over his own length. The young purple dragon seemed to sense what was about to happen and shuffled himself a little further away from the Guardian, pulling Cynder with him so that they sat together a few inches in front of Ignitus' swollen tip. All the saliva and pre that dripped off of that pink flesh in long, gooey trails meant that the older male had plenty of lubrication to stroke his length rapidly while his two servants sat waiting expectantly with their muzzles wide open and their eyes staring right up into his own.

He snarled and his strong tail coiled tightly around the tree behind him as brought himself right up to the edge of orgasm. As much as he felt like shutting his eyes, he forced them to stay open. He wanted to watch what was about to happen; two lovers with their cheeks pressed together were about to get a lewd coating of his cum and he wanted to watch as every single strange splattered over their muzzles. The thought alone toppled him. With an aggressive growl ringing through the air, his tip swelled and the first powerful jet of cum fired from his cock down upon the tongues' of the two horny young dragons. Again and again, strings of white seed struck their faces, drenching scales, tongues and teeth in the older male's fertile juices.

Both Spyro and Cynder were in ecstasy themselves as they felt their scales become laced with a thick layer of the fire Guardian's cum as well as being treated to a copious tasting of the salty, alkaline goo too. The collective relief and pleasure of bringing their partner to such a grand finale was almost as powerful as an orgasm itself in their magically twisted minds and the subtle heat from the stringy coating soaking into their scales was a constant reminder of their success. They knew that Ignitus' scent would remain for the next few hours for them to treasure.

Eventually though, the sticky rain stopped and Ignitus was left panting as he slumped back against the tree with his cock twitching gently as it dangled in the air. Small beads of cum ebbed forth from his slit and simply hung from the end of his cock as the final few spurts turned dry and weak and his orgasm faded into nothing but the soft, hazy state of relaxation that followed such a draining.

For a few moments, none of them said anything and the silence was only broken by the small whispers of wind passing through the forest and a distant bird or two calling the arrival of dusk. Although neither Spyro nor herself had cum, Cynder felt most of her extreme arousal disappear though a small residual desire for both her mate and the 'productive' dragon above her remained; a desire that she doubted would fade with time. It was no surprise that Spyro had returned so regularly.

Looking at her mate, Cynder saw him smiling and she couldn't stop herself from smiling back at his dopey looking grin. He was still her mate; the same one who silenced her demons and the same one whose smile made her heart melt. Even with flowing rivers of another dragon's cum drooling down his face and hers too, that beaming toothy grin was still able to rival the satisfaction she had got from finishing Ignitus off.

Cynder stared lovingly into her mate's eyes for a few seconds and when he stared back she saw a slight whitish glow now surrounding his purple irises. Staring more intently at him, she noticed that his regal scales seemed a shade darker than she remembered too; a small step closer to black. Turning her head towards Ignitus, she noted the same with him; slightly darker scales, slightly brighter, softly glowing eyes and unbeknownst to her, she was displaying exactly the same traits as the other two. Still, it didn't really matter. None of that mattered. She felt no concern from this strange, subtle pigment change despite part of her mind wanting to question it. To her right now, it seemed nothing more than a side note, a curiosity that had no real threat, something that would probably just disappear in a few hours. She was far more concerned with thoughts about the two dragons who hung in afterglow around her and the suddenly raging river of her desires. They gripped her mind despite the loss in her arousal. She wanted to serve Ignitus again. She wanted to come back to the pool and drink once more and then indulge the taboo urges of her deepest desires with her mate and her teacher. That was what she cared about most of all. The scale colour changes didn't matter. The eye glowing didn't matter. All that mattered was Spyro and Ignitus.

Spyro, Ignitus, and that never-draining pool of that glorious, magical water.