{"sf1_id":1324352,"sf2_id":"B1Qg6bzm","title":"The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book VIII Chapter 4","author":"Everlast","words":16606,"posted_at":"2018-04-17T21:07:00.000Z","tags":["Blowjob","Character Development","Cynder","Dragon","Dragoness","F/M","Fanfiction","Fantasy","Fellatio","Kissing","Legend Of Spyro","Love","Oral","Orgasm","Plot Development","Romance","Sex","Spyro","Story","Story Progression","Story Series","Straight"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1324352-the-legend-of-spyro-path-of-delusions-book-viii-chapter-4","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/B1Qg6bzm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ff/93/ff9390ba-80eb-47d3-aabe-3a23a21902f7","description":"#155 of The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions","content":"Chapter 4\n\nShe wiggled her rump, silently rearranging her basically prowling body, she was low on her paws, belly and tail becoming frozen in place, mere inches above earth. Toes on front legs flexed, claws curled as a result, raking along the earth, creating small furrows in the soil.\n\nIt was very windy today, the green, high grass she was hiding in, stalking her prey, was dancing wildly, being thrown from side to side by the strong gusts, pulled by it as if it had strings attached. Her eyes remained fixated on one single, green strand in the close vicinity, on top of which sat her mark.\n\nA little grasshopper.\n\nIt was rowing that green strand against the wind like a captain guiding his ship through a vicious storm.\n\nShowing no signs of discomfort or irritation due to the weather that really hindered its usually peaceful sitting.\n\nShe respected the grasshopper for that, deciding right here and now that she won't eat it if she catches it. Wind loving buddies have to stick together.\n\nShe will only freak it out a little, buddies prank each other all the time after all.\n\nIn fact she could pounce at the grasshopper any time now, she had the perfect lunge position and necessary distance already. The only thing that kept her from springing was her own whim.\n\nJust like the grasshopper she enjoyed the wind.\n\nFor no smart reason really, she simply liked to feel the chilly breeze on her scales from the very beginning when she was just a little girl, it was just that old habits are old habits, they are unchanged. She still liked wind with the same youthful adoration, even now when she was a big lady.\n\nWind always brought with itself that funny feeling of freedom, not to mention the love they shared, when Wind was around everything was cool. It was then when their baby woke up, Happy was always stretching her mouth into such a long smile that her lips hurt.\n\nWith Happy and Wind around she felt safe, relaxed and of course, free. So independent that even nightmares didn't dare approaching her. It took a little while to convince her parents to keep the balcony opened even during colder seasons, but eventually even they were convinced that she and Wind are best friends.\n\nOne day she swore to herself that she will learn to fly and finally feel the gusts on her flapping membranes without her parent's holding her in the air.\n\nHappy would want that.\n\nShe took every opportunity to bring that dream from the land of fantasy and into reality with each passing day, using every moment she had to master the secrets of flight.\n\nChasing grasshoppers in high grass on a windy day was her favorite learning method.\n\nWith a laugh she leapt forward, gaining in the meantime far more altitude than was necessary, not really caring that a huntress should remain silent when going after her prey. She flapped her wings quickly while in air, the chaotic moves making her wings look like mussed up sheets tugged by the wind.\n\n\"Cynder, darling\" mother scolded her winningly , with the corner of her eye she noticed as she was taking care of some flowers\n\nShe loved those types of scold, even if what she was doing might in the end be very nasty and inappropriate, there was enough of love and care mixed in that tone that she never felt sad when she had to end one of her peculiarly odd games.\n\nEven if her games might seem a bit weird for the grown ups, something she didn't understand by the way, she had no idea how a game she comes up with can be stupid, she could sense that mother enjoyed seeing her play. Even if her ideas of fun might seem nasty to her.\n\nIn the end every game led to the same thing after those favorite scolds of hers- a quick finish.\n\nShe always ended with a smile and a laugh.\n\nJust like now for example.\n\nThe difference was that the game wasn't over yet.\n\nThe grasshopper sprang forward, with the altitude she gained she had no chance of catching it. She didn't mind however, laughing she dived into the grass, it was so high that it covered her whole figure completely. When she was finally on the bottom she clasped her paws around now the empty patch of grass.\n\nGiggling she caught the moving frame of the grasshopper skittering away and bounced up again.\n\nShe heard mother giggling, with the way she was jumping and flapping her wings she had to remind her of some funny looking, hopping frog.\n\n\"We're not eating insects\" another one of those endearing scolds she loved so much\n\nAnother escape.\n\nAnother empty clasp.\n\nAnother bounce and chase.\n\n\"I know mom!\" she exclaimed in midair, before diving into the grass once more\n\nEscape.\n\nClasp.\n\nChase.\n\nAnother dive.\n\nRepeat.\n\nSomething blinded her for a second as she rose into the air again, it was the glimmer from mother's nose ring. She was watching her.\n\nA lovely, dreamy smile stretching her lips.\n\nFor some reason she couldn't get her eyes off of her mother's colorful face, time seemed to freeze, or at least slow down greatly since she could hear the thudding beating of her wings. It was a very weird moment where even the wind suddenly finished its wild howling, as if making sure that she gets as much time as it is realistically possible.\n\nNot only she had to look like a silly frog, but now also as a creepy one, aiming her beady eyes at the one and only person that paid her any attention.\n\nThe smile on mother's face started to grow unexpectedly, curling so fiercely that her mouth resembled a banana. Eyes became wider and hands were flying towards the mouth.\n\nShe was in shock.\n\n\"Cynder!\" mother squealed, unable to contain her joy, hands slapped against the mouth so hard that she was afraid that mom broke her jaw.\n\n\"You-you're flying!\"\n\n\"Flying?\" she mumbled incoherently, throwing her head back in surprise before she finally looked around\n\nShe could feel her eyeballs nearly popping out from their sockets when her gaze landed on her wings.\n\nBeautifully stretched wings that pumped slowly and steadily against the windy current. She barely felt her joints, wings seemed to be moving on their own, or rather it was the graceful touch of Wind that made her wings work as they supposed to be working.\n\nHer glance seemed to startle whatever force that was caressing her membranes, it vanished, skimming away like the grasshopper. The feeling in her joints returned, wings were again her property, she felt every flap.\n\nEvery chaotic, speeding up flap.\n\nShe was pumping her wings quickly, taken aback by the unexpected return of touch, trying her best to keep herself aloft, but no matter how fast she moved her wings, ironically she just couldn't keep herself in the same spot.\n\nIn fact she was falling down.\n\nShe immediately realized what that meant, it's time to get back to reality and finally understand that she will never be a graceful creature of the sky.\n\n\"Eeek!\" she squealed when gravity finally reminded her of its presence, grabbing her by all four dangling paws and forcefully pulling her down towards the ground\n\n\"Cynder!\"\u0026nbsp; her mother screamed, throwing herself in her direction\n\nShe crashed into the ground, rough, it all might have been funny if her giggle wouldn't turn into a wail after she heard a disgusting snap. Her right hind paw got stuck in the tall grass, the strands clenching against it, when she hit the ground the force of the impact dragged the leg back to the rest of the body, not before twisting it uncomfortably.\n\nShe was sure it was broken.\n\nShe was sure she will never walk again.\n\nThe agony of this thought was unbearable.\n\nThe wailing turned into a cry. Tears rolled down her snout as she laid on the ground, stretched like a log.\n\n\"Cynder!\"\u0026nbsp; her mother yelled, worry ringing in her voice, she was near her in a blink of an eye\n\n\"Leg!\" she howled a cry out into the sky \"Broken!\"\n\nMom cradled her while dropping her butt on the earth, she pressed her tightly against the softness of her chest. One arm wrapped protectively around her frame while the other tenderly explored the hurt leg.\n\n\"Hurts!\" she cried out, pressing against the warm body tighter and digging her claws into the outfit\n\n\"Shhhhh Sweetheart\" mother started to roll back and forth gently, lovingly massaging her hurt paw \"You twisted your ankle\"\n\n\"Hurts!\" she whined once more, however the news of her leg not being broken lessened the pain a great deal\n\n\"I know, shhhhhh\" she felt a kiss on the top of her head, moments later a furry chin pressed itself against her neck\n\nThe rocking and massage intensified, never losing their loving touch.\n\nWhile she still cried the sobs that choked her lessened the clench on her throat.\n\n\"You flew Sweetheart\" mother whispered, kissing her neck, a powerful wave of warmth and affection washed over her when she sensed her mother's pride\n\nShe shuddered, making a wet snort as she finally swallowed the ball of tears that clogged her throat.\n\n\"It sucked! Stupid wings!\" \u0026nbsp;to force her point across she snapped her teeth at one of them\n\nA sleeve of a blouse gently wiped away the tears from her eyes.\n\n\"You don't mean it\"\n\n\"I do!\"\n\n\"It was wonderful Cynder and you know it\" soft lips began placing tender smooches all across her wounded paw\n\nIt looked like the pain decided to take a rain check on tormenting her further. She stretched pleasantly in mother's embrace.\n\n\"Just listen how much Wind is happy\"\n\n\"Wind is stupid too!\" she blurted out, her voice however lacked any sort of conviction\n\n\"You don't mean it. Look I'll show you\" her mother placed the soft sole of her in the past hurt paw to her mouth and blew warm gust of air into it, snorting like a horse\n\nShe started to kick impulsively when the tickling ripples invaded her sensitive paw. Front legs punched at the thigh in which she laid, the free hind paw kicked at the air atoms while the held one in mother's grip was being assaulted constantly by the ticklish ripples and blows. Tail thrashed wildly from side to side, cutting through the air with sharp whizzes.\n\n\"Mom!\" she cried out, laughter slicing through her breath, making her gasp for air occasionally\n\n\"See?\" mother giggled before attacking her paw again\n\nEither mother had something of a sadist in her, or she loved the sound of her laughter. She provided unmeasurable quantities of the latter.\n\n\"It only gets better\"\u0026nbsp; the ticklish siege continued, this time proceeding onto her rump, sending strong, itchy ripples across her right thigh\n\n\"S-Stop!\" she laughed, kicking, thrashing, stretching and rolling in mother's embrace\n\n\"Wind won't stop\" a giggle and another blow\n\nShe could barely breathe due to the joyful laughter squeezing her lungs. Even if she protested, she didn't want this moment to end.\n\n\"Wind loves you\" another attack, on her right flank this time\n\n\"M-Mom! I-I\" she exploded with another wave of laughter, it was pleasingly choking\n\nThe sweet torture ended, mother cradled her, bringing her heaving with joy frame closer to her embrace, tightening both arms around her body protectively\n\n\"Don't give up on it and it will never give up on you Sweetheart\" mother whispered lovingly, kissing her head\n\nShe returned the affectionate gesture by digging her claws a little harder into her mom's clothes, to the best of her ability returning the hug.\n\n\"Okay mom\"\n\nMother muzzled her, her furry cheek was really warm.\n\n\"Promise?\"\n\nShe purred.\n\n\"Promise\"\n\n\"That's my girl\" another kiss landed on her head, followed by a thankful scratch on the flank\n\nShe stretched with a surprising, long yawn, followed by a nicely cool shudder, petting always worked on her that way, especially if her mother served as a pillow.\n\nFurry chin landed on top of her head.\n\n\"This is very important, do you know why?\" mother suddenly started to whisper, her voice was so quiet that she had difficulties hearing her, even if her snout was very close\n\n_We are one!_\n\n\"Not really\"\n\n\"Because Sweet-\"\n\n_WAKE UP!_\n\n\\*\n\n\"...heart\"\n\nShe gasped, throwing her head up, for a moment she didn't know where she was or who she was. She looked around startled, seeing absolutely nothing.\n\n\"Shhh Sweety, easy\" warm hands landed on her wings and chest, putting small pressure, stabilizing her\n\nNot only the voice was familiar, but also the touch, before she started to recall the world around her in its true form one word managed to morph already in her mind.\n\n\"Mom?\" she mumbled, sounding barely coherent as if her tongue was articulating letter for the first time in its existence\n\n\"You fell asleep\"\n\n\"I'm not sleeping\" she replied automatically in a typical response of a dreamer caught pursuing her hobby in the wrong place at the wrong time\n\nA soft chuckle.\n\nShe recognized that giggle, she turned her head and a gasp escaped her mouth, in front of her she saw a pretty, colorful face of a female ape. She blinked, mind screaming at her that this is impossible, that something is wrong, something here just doesn't add up.\n\nShe blinked.\n\nThe face of a pretty ape morphed into a mature, smiling face of a cheetah.\n\n\"Amela\" she intoned reverently, a glance was enough to make something click in her head, telling her that among all these sleepy mumble she was correct about one thing.\n\nThis was really her mom.\n\nShe looked down at her legs and chest, long legs and slender chest of a grown up dragoness.\n\nThis was reality.\n\n\"With a bow as deep as this one Sweetheart, you would make even the most arrogant of kings blush\" the cheetah's hand massaged her back playfully\n\nThe rub was like a stroke against a genie lamp, instead however of waking up a magical being, this particular touch awakened fully her body.\n\nShe began to feel rather warm tiles under her butt, she looked down once more, realizing that she was sitting on those tiles. On those perfectly sterile tiles, she was sitting on them and falling asleep.\n\nHer eyes darted up, only for a brief second taking on the surroundings of a hospital room that was so small that it could be a closet. This wasn't Warfang, this place was too modest, too cramped for Amela's taste, this one was of the field healing areas found in small cities and villages.\n\nStill her touch was visible here, no small field hospital would be putting emphasis on sterile tiles.\n\nBesides some small windows, a painting and night stand with a dimmed oil lamp, there was only a bed, simple one, uninteresting one.\n\nQuite the contrary to the dragon lying on top of it, on his back, breathing steadily.\n\nShe was keeping vigil next to Spyro, Spyro who lost consciousness after their adventure in that terrible world, Spyro who after a short patching up was transported to the nearest healing heaven. Spyro who was still sleeping.\n\nNot only did she fell asleep during her watch, but she also got caught by Amela in that lackluster moment after practically begging her to let her stay in Spyro's room.\n\nShe disappointed her mother.\n\nShe never felt so embarrassed in her life.\n\n\"Ancestors\" she gasped in guilt, jumping on all fours, smacking herself across the snout and trying to stretch her wings, forgetting that they were basically plastered to her back due to the bandages \"I'm so sorry\"\n\n\"Hey, hey, hush now Sweetheart\" Amela placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly \"Do you know why I agreed to let you stay here despite my firm rule of not disturbing my patients?\"\n\n\"You took pity on me, my unending snuggling finally paid off\"\n\nThe cheetah laughed, covering her mouth to make the sound as quiet as possible.\n\n\"You are charming and my weak spot, true, but even that wouldn't stop me from barring you entrance, no matter how terrible I would feel about that later. Patients always come first\"\n\n\"Then I suppose, since you care about patients, that you expected me to keep an eye on Spyro and call you if something happens since you are so busy here\"\n\n\"Not only charming, but also clever\" Amela put up the typical, kind smile she loved her for \"You made a little mistake there though. I allowed you to stay because I did everything I could for Spyro, I cannot fight with magic and that is what is afflicting him right now I believe. He state is stable and it looks like he is resting. Surge of magic put him in this state and only magic can wake him up and there is no magic stronger than a bond shared by two loving each other mates. You are the energy he needs Sweetheart, whether you are asleep or not doesn't matter, Spyro senses your presence nevertheless\"\n\nShe looked at the cheetah, cocking her head with a warm smile spread on her lips.\n\n\"How is it possible that you know how to always cheer me up?\"\n\nAmela kissed her black cheek.\n\n\"I would be a terrible mother if I didn't know how to reach out to my daughter\"\n\nCynder's tail bounced up, making a joyous swing in the air without the owner even realizing it.\n\nIt didn't escape Amela's attention, the sight making her chuckle.\n\n\"Tails, they can be so treacherous at times, but there are also adorable\"\n\nShe blushed, she couldn't help it, Amela had a way of leaving her defenseless and intimidated in that weird, enjoyable way, so similar to the moment when Spyro confessed his feeling towards her. She simply couldn't maintain eye contact.\n\nHer haze landed on her paws, her nervously shifting paws.\n\n\"I like when you call me your daughter\" she whispered bashfully, a cute, shy giggle getting thrown in the middle of the sentence\n\nThe cheetah lovingly rubbed the black, scaly nape. Cynder purred quietly, instinctively stretching her neck to press closer to the touch.\n\n\"That's good to hear because I never plan on stopping\"\n\n\"You need to Amela\" she exploded with a pitiful laughter, paw smashing against the chest, the imagined hollow noise she heard was excitingly terrifying \"For a moment at least, or you're going to have another patient to take care of. My lungs are collapsing from all this emotion\"\n\nThe healer backed away with a kind, amused smile, rising both hands in the air defensively.\n\n\"I yield then\"\n\nShe smiled a loving smile.\n\n\"I don't know why all this luck fell on me, allowing me to meet all you wonderful people, but I'm not going to be complaining\"\n\n\"Speaking of wonderful people\" the healer looked around the room curiously \"How long have you been here alone to fall asleep? Where is Sparx?\"\n\nCynder shrugged.\n\n\"You know how he is, pretending to be macho and a carefree soul. I'm sure he's somewhere near the building, he might play the tough, annoying game all he wants, but I know better. He loves Spyro, but is too stubborn to show it. I'm sure he'll show up when Spyro will stick his head out from this room and Sparx will bump into him by...\" she raised her paw, making a short bow with two of her claws \"... accident\"\n\n\"Maybe follow in his footsteps Dear? I don't know if you realize it, but you've been here basically all day\" the healer gestured at the window \"It's nightfall\"\n\nHer eyes widened in a rather unconscious pulse of surprise and unexplainable fear, she couldn't believe that she spent the whole day sitting in this corner. She stared at the blackened world behind the glass with somewhat dreadful fascination.\n\nTime flows so fast.\n\nAnd she just wasted a big chunk of it doing absolutely nothing.\n\n\"Are you hungry? Maybe you need some rest? I can switch with you\"\n\n\"No\" she responded, shaking her head to get her mind back on the right track, she smiled at her mother \"I'm fine, thank you. I can't let you strain yourself like that, you work too hard already. I'll stay here for a little while longer, that's the least I can do for Spyro\"\n\nThe kind smile appeared again, brown eyes sparkled with an affectionate pride of a caring mother.\n\nHer heart made a flip, ribcage playing a numbing tune.\n\n\"Spyro loves you Sweetheart, you don't have to do anything to prove yourself to him\"\n\n\"I know, it's just that...\" she scratched her choker thoughtfully, looking at the bed and the form of her loving, sleeping mate, a warm smile stretched her lips, sharp dagger of affection making a twist inside her heart, filling her with a excitedly agonizing sense of obligation and craving\n\n\"I want to, you know? Spyro was so nice to me from the very start, not because someone ordered him to do it, but because he wanted to do it. His care is so much more stronger now when we are mates. I need to catch up, I have to catch up, I WANT to catch up\"\n\n\"Oh Sweetheart\" Amela kneeled, knees making audible snaps, she didn't seem to be bothered by it, without hesitation wrapping her furry arms around her neck and pulling her into a hug\n\n\"In moments like those I feel so very sad that people put you through so much hell without even making an attempt to find out just what a wonderful creature you are\"\n\nHer eyes closed automatically.\n\n\"It's okay\" she snuggled her head into the embrace \"I've got you guys\"\n\n\"Allow me to catch up too\" Amela pushed back, keeping one hand on the black shoulder and the other on the flank she examined the back of the dragoness \"How are your wings? Comfortable?\"\n\nShe instinctively looked behind her shoulder, the same very instinct tried to move the wings, only a little though since when she sensed pressure she immediately remembered that she didn't arrive without needing medical attention too.\n\nThe wings were plastered to her back, a big, thick bandage ran across them and all around the middle of her body, forcing the wings to be neatly folded along her body. She could feel the ointment behind the bandage rubbing against the membranes, ointment that silenced the itching and the pain that seemed to wake up after everything became relatively quiet.\n\nTo make sure that the wings don't do anything rash, a splint was inserted to keep them stabilized. She barely felt the additional weight, not to mention that she practically forgot that her wings were being treated in the first place. Amela did a wonderful job of making her forget about the injuries.\n\n\"If you wouldn't remind me I would have completely forgotten about the splint\"\n\nThe healer smiled a broad smile, in those moment when she complimented Amela's medical skills she noticed a hint of feral grin and a vicious glint in the eye. Ferocious memory of youth. A triumphant smirk of a predator that just advanced in its pack's hierarchy.\n\n\"I'm glad to hear that\"\n\n\"Still you should have let me absorb a Spirit Gem, you wouldn't have to work so hard then\"\n\n\"Taking care and spoiling you is never hard work\" she squeezed the black cheek playfully, making sure her trademark never disappeared from her mouth\n\nCynder couldn't do anything else but to smile in return.\n\n\"Besides you have enough magic in you already, only good can come from adding some natural touch to the combination. Nature is Nature, we are creatures of this earth and just like this soil we heal, naturally. There is also that small thing of me not knowing much about magic, I prefer to work in my comfort zone, only then I know for certain that you will be fine. And your well-being darling is very important to me\"\n\n\"Thank you\" she mumbled, lungs starting to collapse again\n\nAmela scratched the black head before placing both hands on her knees and straightening up. A loud snap rumbled from her bones.\n\n\"Oh!\" she hissed, placing a hand on her back, right above the butt as she slowly returned to natural posture of a bipedal creature.\n\nShe shook her head with a painful, amused wince.\n\n\"Damn age\"\n\n\"Are you alright Amela?\" the alarm in Cynder's voice was almost palpable\n\nThe cheetah laughed.\n\n\"Of course Sweetheart, what you just heard was one of the many perks of getting old. I've got used to this so much that I treat the creaking of my bones as a song, I simply never stop humming\"\n\nThe dragoness giggled.\n\n\"You aren't that old\"\n\n\"I don't want to give Spyro nightmares so I won't stretch, but let me tell you that I don't a drum to be in a bard squad\"\n\nCynder covered her mouth, muffling the amused snort that exploded from her throat to the best of her ability.\n\nAmela smiled, making a mental note that there is nothing more beautiful in the world than seeing your daughter smile. All those years of waiting and pretense finally paid off.\n\n\"I'll bring you a blanket, if you are going to sleep here at least you will lie on something warm\"\n\n\"No, no!\" black paw impulsively shot forward, stopping in midair, quickly reminding itself that grabbing someone forcefully by the arm would be inappropriate \"There is really no need\"\n\nAmela winked to her before opening the door.\n\n\"Mother knows best\"\n\n\\*\n\nAmela brought the blanket, not one however, but two. Protests were for naught, not only she did all the lifting, but also was the one that set the temporary bed, lining it perfectly with the tiles, without even the smallest bump visible.\n\nShe did all of that humming to the song created by her suffering bones.\n\nNo matter how much thanking and worry she voiced out Amela pushed forward, ordering her to lie down. Again no amount of protests could convince her to do otherwise so eventually she had to obey her stubborn mother.\n\nThe second blanket served as a sheet, covering her up in her temporary bed. She didn't even try to fight her mom by this point, knowing simply too well that it will be for nothing. Only after bestowing her with a short conversation after the deed and making entirely sure that everything is in order Amela left, leaving her alone with her still sleeping mate in a tenebrous room.\n\nShe remained tucked under the blankets in this corner mostly due to the respect she had for Amela. She persistently didn't want to accept the fact that it was very pleasant to lie her body down on something warm, with similar material nicely heating her scales.\n\nIn this silence, in this wonderful comfort any other dragoness would most likely lie her head on her paws and fall asleep, there was something magical in moments like those, in moments where you don't expect to sleep, but then comes that overbearing silence, with flickering light to par that just forces your eyes shut.\n\nNo matter how long or short a nap like that would last, it carried the same rejuvenating effect.\n\nShe didn't fall asleep however, her eyes landed on the window and the blackness of the night beyond the glass. The dim light of the oil lamp flickered in her shinning, green eyes.\n\nWhen you stand proud against the forces of sleep, silence has another way lulling your mind, in a more creative way. It grabs your paw and leads you through the valley of reminiscence, whenever that happened it was like reading through a book. You remember every detail and can flip several pages ahead to spice the already told story or change it completely.\n\nOne such book was called dream.\n\nIt was so much more than that though, wasn't it?\n\nThe darkness of the night reminded her of that, reminded her of Creep's words.\n\nShe wasn't merely dreaming, she was recovering her lost memories.\n\nIn every other scenario the thought of having Apes as parents would put her in immediate denial, perhaps not the thought about having adopted parents, but the idea of them being sincere and loving.\n\nApes.\n\nA civilization of mercenaries that sold their souls for promises of power and wealth, mortal enemies of the Realm forces basically from the beginning of history.\n\nAll the reason for denial right there, all the evidence needed for mockery served on a platter.\n\nSilence however had the magical power of killing the sense of humiliation and embarrassment, making all things serious and extremely believable, impossible simply didn't exist.\n\nThat's why she never considered her thoughts to be some cruel joke. eee\n\nShe really saw those apes, back then, with Gaul, and now this recent one, she was around apes and they didn't resemble the greedy mercenaries they were now. In fact they were completely different, especially the female ape she spent time with in that dre-\n\nMemory.\n\nMarin.\n\nMother.\n\nHer green eyes widened, she sucked in the gust of breath she tried to exhale and kept it in, the air accumulated within her mouth puffed out her cheeks. She had to do it, it was necessary, otherwise she would scream her lungs out and not only bring Spyro back to consciousness, but also wake up every dead of this world.\n\nThat was her childhood.\n\nThat was her mother.\n\nThat was her life.\n\nFor a brief, fleeting moment she loved Creep.\n\nShe smacked her head into her paws, before that she dragged the blanket all across her body, she let out all that stored breath with one, squeaking whizz into her scales. Her _covered_ up figure gasped silently for another swig of air, the blanket orb she was now sprouting like a mushroom.\n\n\"Holy crap\" she panted into her paws that clenched the blanket strongly that her claws made small holes in it\n\nFor a moment in this state of shock she wondered if her life isn't some kind of c from which she just can't wake up. For all she knew her real body somewhere out there could still be chained and infused with Corruption while she in her agony creates this quite realistic retreat\n\nBecause she just couldn't believe that someone who murdered so many people deserves a scrap of happiness, let alone the miracles that happened to her.\n\nIt had to be a dream.\n\nShe pinched herself, again and again to the point that a blood flushed below her black scales, tinting them dark red.\n\nNope.\n\nEither the corrupting force holding her was too powerful for her to overcome, or she wasn't dreaming.\n\nShe risked it and opted for the second scenario.\n\nAll of a sudden she desired to see Creep, call for him and ask, even force if need be to tell her all about the apes, everything he knows about the apes. Especially the one she saw in her recent dream.\n\nShe smacked her paw against the blanket, deciding that this was a brilliant plan.\n\nJust before her risen paw touched the soft ground a sudden wave of fear washed over her.\n\nWhat if Marin shared the same fate as Gaul?\n\nFrom the scrapes she gathered of her memories, they looked like a couple, Gaul showing no traits he was known for when they fought with him. She didn't want to find out that Marin was as fake as him.\n\nShe didn't want to remember her adopted ape mother betraying her.\n\nShe didn't want to see herself killing her adopted mother.\n\nWhen putting her corrupted form into consideration both these scenarios are highly probable.\n\nAll those vile thoughts aside she can't forget that the Realms were at war with the Apes, Marin might be dead, so much time has passed after all.\n\nBesides she has a mother now.\n\nIt would be better to leave Marin's soul and her childhood as glimpses of memories.\n\nIt would be better, yes.\n\nBut as she looked through the window and listened to the silent aura of the room she knew somewhere deep down she won't be able to do that.\n\nIt was like chasing a dream, you don't think about it your whole life, but when unexpectedly the opportunity arises for you to make that one step towards it, you don't waste it.\n\nIn her case the chase had an ironic, literal meaning.\n\nA sound similar to a groan coming from the bed broke her out of her trance, in a silent room like this, the noise had the power of a thunder.\n\nHer head snapped up, standing up in attention like a head of a deer that just heard an unnatural snap of a twig. Just like the deer's heart, her own pounded crazily against her chest, ready to break through at the first sign of fear.\n\nHer enlarged orbs aimed at the bed, from her position she could barely see Spyro's silhouette, catching only edges of his figure.\n\nDid he just make a sound?\n\nShe listened for what seemed like an eternity, her tail eventually started to bounce gently to the rhythm of her thudding heart.\n\nBesides it she heard absolutely nothing.\n\nHer wide eyes started to shrink to their natural size, neck that was tensed and straight like a board began deflating, head that was once high fell slowly down, turning gently to aim the cheek at the now relaxed paws below.\n\nA disappointed sigh left her mouth.\n\nA familiar weak moan filled the room.\n\nHer heart reacted before her mind had the time to process the events, momentarily forcing it to awaken every possible limb. She jumped out from her blanket bed faster than a bolt flies after being shot from a ballista.\n\nNot caring for any tact she pranced right next to Spyro bed, whining softly like a house pet after seeing its master after a week of solitude. In seconds she was right next to his head, broad smile on the snout and tail making wide, joyful, nearly ecstatic swings.\n\nThe feeling of relief she felt was intoxicating, making her forget about the whole world entirely. Her vision was filled completely by the sight of his snout profile, uneasily twitching from side to side. She eagerly awaited the moment when he opens up his eyes.\n\nHe smacked his lips.\n\nOnce.\n\nTwice.\n\nAnd then finally the moment she craved for arrived.\n\nPurple eyes pushed through the veil of his eyelids, even in the dim light of the oil lamp she could discern even the tiniest detail of her favorite eyes.\n\nShe held on the last strands of will that demanded to remain in place. If not for that her already shaking paws would unglue from the ground and she would throw herself at him.\n\nShe was so happy that she was ready to forget about his condition and just hug him.\n\nShe didn't however, much to her displeasure, she simply cared too much for him.\n\nShe observed him as he stared at the ceiling, blinking in well timed cycles, breath wavering.\n\n\"S-Spyro?\"\u0026nbsp; she could feel the form of her heart in her throat with each spoken word\n\nHe turned his head instantly, when she spotted the loving glimmer in his eyes she felt as if she was about to lose consciousness due to the overwhelming dose of romantic energy.\n\nHe too was happy, his tail tip swayed weakly from side to side, using all the cheerful power it could muster.\n\n\"Cynder\" there was no question, there was no doubt, no suspicion\n\nHe acknowledged her presence just like that, as if knowing all along that she will be there.\n\nThe trust was beaming from him, each and every waves of it crashing against her unrelentingly.\n\nIn this very moment she felt like the most important dragoness in the whole world and all of its time zones.\n\nShe gulped, unable to say anything, lips trembling, undecided if they should force a cry or a laugh.\n\n\"Hi\"\u0026nbsp; Spyro smiled at her\n\nShe blushed, feeling exactly like the night he kissed her for the first time.\n\n\"H-Hi\"\u0026nbsp; she stammered\n\nThey stared at each other, neither saying any more than that, enjoying each other's presence in a once more quiet room for some time.\n\nShe was the first one to snap, already being on edge she just couldn't withstand so much romantic pressure.\n\nCynder's head lunged forward, tongue rolled out of her mouth immediately, she started to lick his snout fervently, nose, chin, cheek and neckline before pushing away and hungrily pressing her lips to his. Bestow him with a devouring, passionate kiss, sending all manner of grateful and loving pulses through her sensitive lips.\n\nShe dispersed the worry and loneliness on the warmth of his lips and when he began returning her affection she felt as if she would be walking on clouds.\n\nShe felt a claw tapping at the back of her head, lips that she kissed so hungrily were harder to catch, stretching away from her caress.\n\nEven if lost in happiness she understood the nudge.\n\nShe pushed away from the kiss, a rope of saliva dragging itself in between splitting their union tongues. She heaved, taking a deep breath as if resurfacing from underwater while he panted and gasped as if the hands that were strangling him released the grip from his throat.\n\nSpyro chuckled, clearing his throat into a clenched fist.\n\n\"That was nice and all, but I'm too weak to keep going. What was that for anyway?\"\n\nCynder kept looking at him, tongue still rolled out from her mouth, breathing she thought about her answer, surprisingly she had no regrets of attacking him like that.\n\n\"For everything\" she licked his nose before nuzzling him, softly purring as their snouts rubbed against each other\n\n\"I'm so happy that you woke up\"\n\nHe reached out, not breaking their affectionate bonding he caressed and scratched the length of her neck. The feeling of his partner's soft body was all the medical care he needed.\n\n\"And I'm happy you watched over me. Thank you\"\n\nShe buried her nose into his neck, rubbing lovingly against it.\n\n\"How do you know I've been here?\"\n\nSecond paw slid under her chin, gently nudging her head to pull up, she obeyed the call only to be met by a warm tongue sliding across her cheek affectionately.\n\n\"Because I know you Cynder\"\n\nShe bit her lip, with heart pounding in her chest she withdrew from the embrace and gave her partner a thorough look over. Spyro's paw lost contact with her neck, instead moving onto the cheek.\n\nShe didn't see anything that triggered worry in her.\n\n\"How are you feeling?\"\n\nHe looked himself over, moving every limb separately, besides a slightly numb discomfort he felt nothing else. He wasn't a healer, but for him he was fine considering the circumstances.\n\n\"You know, I think I'm good, I feel like I just took a very long nap and woke up, well rested, but with no intention to get up\"\n\nThe fang that was crunching the black lip scraped against it anxiously.\n\n\"You think you'll handle my hug?\"\n\nSpyro grinned, opening his paws widely and winking at her.\n\nCynder grinned, her white teeth reflecting a mischievous, shimmering glimmer before she disappeared from Spyro's sight and made her way to the foot of the bed.\n\nBlack paws appeared in between the spread hind, purple ones, the owner propped itself on them and then leapt onto the bed. The mattress sunk a little under the combined weight of both dragons. Cynder flashed a shy smirk at her partner before looking down, placing careful steps as she made her way towards him, cautious as to avoid stepping on him.\n\nWhen she was close enough she looked up, both their eyes sparkled with glee and they laughed at the same time.\n\nShe dropped down gently, stretching on top of him, placing her head next to his, sliding in below the purple chin. She thrust her front paws under his back, he lifted himself slightly to allow entrance before tenderly dropping into her embrace. Delicate draconic feet propped themselves against straightened purple ones, gently moving up and down against them in a loving massage. Tail intertwined itself around its male, purplish counterpart.\n\nSpyro smiled dreamily, kissing Cynder's shoulder lovingly before burying his nose into it. One of his paw began caressing the black nape while the other applied a romantic massage on the back, right between the folded wings.\n\nHis whole body was warming up by the mere thought of her lying on top of him, if there was a situation a guy would want to wake up to, he was quite certain that having a female body on top of you is on the top of the list.\n\nHe was so damn lucky.\n\n\"How is it?\" Cynder cooed, placing a small lick on his neck\n\n\"You're so soft\" he purred into her shoulder, like an addict after applying another dose of drug\n\nShe giggled, scratching his back playfully, as much as her position allowed her to.\n\n\"I'll take that as _good_\"\n\n\"Wonderful is more precise\"\n\nShe placed a tender kiss on his neck before rubbing and swaying her head against it to find that perfect, comfortable indentation.\n\n\"I'm glad you like it\"\n\nHe doubted that there is any male in existence that would dislike cuddling with his mate, especially is she is as gorgeous as Cynder.\n\nHe took a deep breath, looking at the dim ceiling above, enjoying greatly the feeling of her body scrubbing and raising with his inhale.\n\n\"What happened after we got out of that portal? I don't remember much\"\n\n\"Minus our pale worry nothing exciting, the scouts immediately took care of you and prepared the transport to the nearby city. We ran into Amela here from all people, she took it from there, I don't have to explain how seriously she takes her duties.\n\n\"I can imagine. So nothing followed us? How's the Veil? Did it close maybe?\"\n\n\"No and no\"\n\nSpyro dropped his head as far as it would go, sinking into the pillow, another deep sigh leaving his mouth.\n\n\"Nothing changed then. Shit. I screwed up big time\"\n\nPaws withdrew from underneath his back, landing on his chest, Cynder propped herself on them to give him a stern, caring look.\n\n\"You did no such thing\"\n\n\"All that danger, it is all on me, it was very close and what did we get out of there? Nothing\"\n\n\"You got your powers back and do you really want to close that portal after what we just saw?\"\n\nThe paw from the neck moved to her leg that was placed on his body, he massaged the left one, \u0026nbsp;caressing it romantically from top to bottom. No matter how distressed he might sound, heart and instinct simply craved the touch of his mate.\n\n\"But Danox said-\"\n\n\"Danox might be wrong\" she snuggled her chin against his paw when it was close enough for her to reach \"Even if he wasn't the future Spyro didn't know the things the real Spyro does. This changes everything. That creature seemed to see it too, so forget about it. You did good\"\n\n\"When we got out, did the scouts share your thoughts?\"\n\nCynder frowned, intense stare seemed to reach his soul.\n\n\"Is this conversation about our adventure or your fears about losing your way? What those guys said still bothers you? It shouldn't. They are morons that don't know what they're talking about\"\n\nHe smiled innocently.\n\n\"A little? I mean, I get it, they were mad, all those things they said about you are not true obviously, but the stuff about me... it got me thinking. What if all the things I do is really putting us and everyone else on the spotlight of more danger? What-\"\n\nA paw slammed against his mouth, silencing him, his eyes widened in surprise. Cynder was looking at him from above, her gaze dominant and intimidating, he saw the adult Femme Fatal in her look, without the corruptive touch. That was the image he sometimes fantasized about, he couldn't do anything but squirm underneath her.\n\nIt was so damn exciting.\n\n\"I don't want to hear you doubting yourself\" she intoned austerely, her voice passionately raspy\n\nHe whined, the look, the voice, the commander of the Dark Army was sitting on top of him, a powerful, ominous female he had an affair with.\n\nSexy didn't even begin to describe this moment. His loins shifted, feeling them grinding against her body made the claws on his hind paws curl.\n\n\"Do you understand me?\" she leaned closer, the pressure of her paw on his mouth intensified\n\nHe nodded, he was ordered to nod and he obeyed, he had no chance to do otherwise not against someone like her.\n\n\"I will make sure you remember that, you proved your value countless times to me already. I wouldn't be here without you, I won't make you doubt yourself, you are good and will always do good\"\n\nHer head moved even closer, he saw saliva glistening on her sharp fangs, deadly teeth just inches from his nose.\n\nDeadly, beautiful teeth of a dark, ominous, breathtaking girl.\n\nBoth paws clenched on her legs, feeling their raw, intimidating power made him dizzy, slender legs of the terrifying leader of the dark forces.\n\n\"Are we clear about that?\"\n\nHe mumbled something into her paw, nodding fervently.\n\nShe frowned, only now feeling down below that his waist was unnaturally restless, she looked behind her, noticing his legs kicking gently in discomfort. Knees sometimes bumping her up and thrusting into her groin.\n\nUsually a male would make even an unconscious effort of throwing her away, its just natural strength, yet his moves were weak and submissive.\n\nHer eyes widened, tongue ran over her lips hungrily when it occurred to her that his meek nodding completed the image of obedience quite well. A boy in his full strength should be able to cause a great deal of discomfort for a girl like her due to his gut reactions, no matter if subconscious or not.\n\nHe however merely grazed her.\n\nThe perspective of Spyro being completely at her mercy was extremely appealing.\n\nShe threw his a possessive glare, tiny, impudent smirk playing on the lips, she was like a spider observing a fly flying straight at her web.\n\n\"Do you have enough strength to throw me off?\"\n\nSpyro froze for a second, completely beaten off track by this strange question. Only after a short while his brow raised as a reaction to it.\n\n\"Sorry?\"\n\n\"Can you throw me off?\"\n\n\"I don't want to throw you off, I don't want to hurt you\"\n\nThe smirk adopted a more coquettish, amused tone. Black paw massaged his chest, exactly the spot where his heart thudded as if congratulating it.\n\n\"Assume that I'm too heavy and squeezing the breath out of you, you can barely take it any longer. Would you be able to throw me off or not?\"\n\nHe still didn't understand where she is going with this or what triggered these weird questions in the first place, he doubted it would occur to him on its own. For the sake of the argument he pressed his paws against her shoulder and pressed wiggling his tail and rump at the same time.\n\nOnly now realizing that his muscles were practically still in slumber, if he would really put his heart into it, maybe he would warm one of his limbs enough to shift her a little, but that would be all. And that only when she wouldn't put pressure on keeping her position stable.\n\nHe was too happy to see her to realize this, but in his weakened state she felt really heavy and whether she liked it or not, she was squeezing the breath out of him.\n\n\"I...I don't think so\"\n\nHer head snapped in his direction, predatory glint in her eye and an even more intimidating grin on her mouth.\n\n\"Good\"\n\nSuddenly her tail intensified its clench against his while tugging at it at the same time.\n\nHe hissed and arched his back slightly when a cold snap jolted along his spine.\n\nShe kicked her hind paws off of his draconic feet, spreading them apart and dropping next to his thighs.\n\nHer underbelly pressed tighter against his body.\n\nShe grabbed his paws, throwing them to the sides and locking them in place by pressuring his elbows.\n\nSpyro merely stared at his partner wide eyed, too shocked to say or do anything.\n\nCynder met his gaze, her stare feral and starving, yet even behind all that curtain he spotted the glint of sincere affection and respect. Wordlessly speaking only two words.\n\nTrust me.\n\nIt is a natural reaction for a predator to feel fear in a situation where he is being overpowered, being prey just didn't lie in a predator's nature. Yet that shimmer was enough to block all layers of fright from his heart, no matter how dangerous she might look and no matter how miserable the situation looked like.\n\nHe wasn't scared when she propped his chin up with her nose, exposing his neckline.\n\nHe wasn't scared even when her head dived down hungrily towards his open neck with a growl.\n\nShe was strong, she was gorgeous, she was dominant, she was the femme fatal he sometimes dreamed off\n\nMost of all she was Cynder, that thought alone triggered nothing else but passionate excitement.\n\nIt was that thrill that made him whine when she pressed her mouth against his vulnerable neck. His thrown to the sides paws clenched into fists when instead of teeth he felt the warm touch of tongue on his neck.\n\nShe licked one side of his neck, alternating the touch of tongue with the touch of lips while moving along it to the opposite side.\n\nHer front paws began a passionate caress along his extended and spread wide forelegs, starting from the clenched fists and sliding down. In the meantime her mouth lowered a little and repeated the process of erotic attention across another invisible line along his throat.\n\nHe felt blood pulsing in his veins, he was quite sure by now that he could in fact fuel only one part of his body, all the limbs and muscles were still numb, if not more unresponsive than in the beginning. All the blood, the necessary fuel traveled to one destination, the most demanding part of a male body during moments of intimacy.\n\nHer soft rubbing against his waist as she gently altered her position during the caress served as a rail track for all that blood.\n\n\"Cynder...\" he mumbled, straining his head a bit farther to allow her more room\n\nHer head went even more down while the paws announced their return path.\n\n\"What...\" he swallowed, the gulp of saliva got stopped in its tracks under her lips as if it also wanted to taste the loving touch they provided, only when Cynder pulled her mouth up the saliva went down, unclogging the most sensitive vent for every breathing creature\n\nHe gasped, choking on the swig of air he inhaled sharply.\n\n\"... what are you doing?\" he whizzed a stupid question, he didn't care for the answer, his body already knowing it, he only wished she will push a little farther and sought confirmation\n\nCynder unglued her lips from his throat, she didn't look up, he sensed her hot breath on his neck.\n\nA passionate, deep lick caressed his neck, followed by a rub against the waist.\n\nHe groaned.\n\n\"Making sure you won't doubt yourself\" she panted\n\nHer paws suddenly latched onto his shoulders, tips of sharp teeth nibbled his neck.\n\n\"You deserve everything...\" a deep, guttural sound of excitement wafted from her throat, tips of teeth never leaving his scales\n\nShe pulled herself up, grinding against him, teeth scraping the vulnerable spot of every animal. A combination of cold and hot pulses shot through his body\n\n\"...and...\" another lustful, sonorous growl followed by a grind backwards\n\n\"...I'm...\" back up again, never reaching the final destination however\n\nHer eyes snapped open, fangs still pressed against the purple neck.\n\nSomething poked shyly at the underside of her tail.\n\nShe wasn't an expert in medical arts, but even she knew something about anatomy of a male dragon, knees of spread hind legs are unable to reach in that place, so unless they one day grow a third knee right between their back paws there was no possibility that even squirming paws would reach down there.\n\nHe was aroused.\n\nA smile stretched her lips, a sense of accomplishment and pride washed over her, she couldn't explain it, but there was something special about the fact of making her partner feel pleasure without any other means, but her own lips. That and she felt obliged to do so and so damn gratified that it was working.\n\nHe deserved everything and she would make sure he remembers that.\n\nWithout a word she clambered out of the bed swiftly, the move was so quick that Spyro's neck didn't even recover from feeling her teeth on its surface.\n\nShe closed the door to the room, slamming the lock in place. She dashed towards the window, pulled the curtains together so strongly that she nearly snapped the rod it was attached to. She jumped back onto the bed, Spyro would never sense that something has changed if not for the bed bouncing as it readjusted itself to the sudden increase of weight.\n\nWhen he looked he noticed Cynder in front of him, she was in a sitting position, trapping his body in between her legs. An adorable blush colored her snout and eyes glimmered with passionate hunger.\n\n\"Providing\"\u0026nbsp; she said and kissed him, deeply, fervently, as if her whole life depended on it, she devoured him\n\nHe was too surprised to repay her, not able to keep up with her ardently sensual tempo. To make up for it he extended his paws with the intention to touch and caress her.\n\nShe had none of it.\n\nCynder grabbed his paws in midair and slammed them into the sheets, pinning them.\n\nShe moaned into his mouth, dragging the hungry kiss until she was out of breath.\n\n\"All about you\" she gasped and lowered her head, kissing her way down along his throat until she couldn't reach any farther without moving her body\n\nPaws trailed the form of his legs until she pushed herself back to a sitting position.\n\nShe felt the additional warm flesh that wasn't there before twitch against her rump and tail.\n\nShe bit her lip, with difficulty quenching the urge to look behind, she instead aimed her gaze at her mate. The bite became a bit harder when she noticed his blush, his glimmering shy eyes aimed at her and his nervous smile. It didn't matter that they already mated twice, seen everything there was to see, it was very nice to know that embarrassed respect during their moments of intimacy was still there.\n\nAll of it was here in his expression and she felt so valuable and special when she saw that, she felt loved.\n\nThere was another perk of this moments.\n\nHe looked so damn cute in this situations.\n\nBlack paws landed directly under his neckline, at the border of the chest, she looked down, her eyes sparkled with sheer lust at the sight of the strong male chest.\n\nStrong purple male chest.\n\nBelonging to no one else but the Savior of the Realms.\n\nA hero too weak to defend himself, a hero at the mercy of the Queen of Darkness.\n\nIt was a silly thought, but as she explored his body, caressing every piece of chest she found the idea so much more exciting. People always considered them to be mortal enemies, Light versus Dark, while she regarded this idea to be idiotic, in this moment, this scenario added an enticing pinch of sexual zest.\n\nA Hero of the Realms trapped under her, to so whatever she pleases with him.\n\nHer tongue lolled out of her mouth, mesmerized by the feeling of his chest under her paws, she could trail those muscles till the end of the world if need be. Right now however she was charmed by the sight of them, as they contracted and shifted under her touch, his chest heaving, singing in accordance to the erotic tempo she applied.\n\nShe decided, she will give the people what they want.\n\nShe will play this Light vs Dark game, she will make him groan and moan until he ends up panting her name.\n\nThis is her personal goal, this is what the Hero deserves.\n\nThey don't have to know that all those whines and grunts will be the result of sexual stimulation and her dedication to the bond they share. They don't have to know that she will be fulfilling the unspoken duties of a mate, giving pleasure and satisfying the needs of her partner.\n\nShe really wanted to make him moan her name.\n\nShe stopped her caress, freezing for a second, observing the paws pressed against the golden scales of Spyro's chest, once more catching herself at admiring the sight and chewing the wonderful feeling of dominance and pride of having a willing male under her control.\n\nShe looked back at him, his expression didn't change, her heart skipped a beat at the sight.\n\nHe was still so damn cute.\n\nShe shifted her rump, making sure to make a small upwards traction with the base of her tail, delighted to feel the throbbing response of warm flesh behind her.\n\nShe channeled her elemental energy, throwing her paws off his body to dip her claws into the shadowy blobs that appeared on the bed, filling the tips of her claws with black energy like a painter coloring his brush.\n\nShe touched his flanks, curling her claws so the empowered by magic draconic spikes poked at the scales. She looked down, a tear of saliva dripping from the tip of her tongue. She licked her mouth, observing his body she raked her claws down his flanks, gently, not denting anything, running merely along the surface, her claws left a trail of dark smoke in their wake.\n\nSpyro arched his back, his whole body contracted, tail made a single bounce before freezing, hips shooting up, the freshly exposed flesh twitching and thrusting up against the scales on her rump. Wings tried to flutter, but were pinned down, toes on every paw curled that claws practically pierced scale.\n\nHe threw his head back, wincing, he exhaled a whiny moan.\n\nIt was a wonderful sight and sound, nevertheless she pushed her paws away, worry shoving lust off the podium. She was glad that her heart was able to shake her head out of the passion and remind her that this sound can also be a sign of pain, after all draconic claws are not toys, especially those infused by magic.\n\nShe observed him with a shy worry plastered on her snout.\n\n\"Does it hurt?\" she mumbled anxiously, from all the things she wanted to do to him, pain wasn't one of them\n\n\"No\" he rasped, the guttural, hoarse tone of his voice was so sexy, it forced a cold shiver down her spine\n\nIn truth Spyro didn't know what he felt exactly, he believed it to be pain, but not the typical, physical one, even if dark magic on claws should be incapable of anything else. It was a mix of everything, weird feeling of anxiety that perhaps in every other situation would hurt, like truly hurt, but since it was Cynder and all she tried to do is to make him feel blissful, hurt in its literal form didn't matter.\n\nIt was a manner of frustration and this pain was nothing more then a tease of arousal. A scream of agony of a male ego, which usually doesn't allow a female to be dominant, it tried to take back control and rush into the moment where a male ego can satisfy its pride and lust.\n\nPart of him wanted to grab her, throw her onto the bed, kiss her and mate her so passionately that she would forget about the whole world.\n\nHe was too weak to do that.\n\nEven if he had the strength there was a part of him that wanted this to continue, a part of him that fantasized about the evil Cynder having her way with him in whatever erotic scenario she creates.\n\nYes.\n\nThis pain was caused by frustration.\n\nSuch wonderful and hated frustration.\n\nThis was what Cynder wanted to hear, the simple word meant the world to her, the sense of success and affection she felt right now was overpowering. Lust returned to the podium, she wanted more of that moans, she wanted her mate to appreciate all the love she can give him, she wanted...\n\nHer paws returned to his chest, landing in the middle. She took a deep, wavering breath as she looked down, exploring his body for a while. It felt wonderful to the touch.\n\nShe turned her claws into hooks and raked with her claws down, until black legs pressed against her chest.\n\nHe whined again, hips once more kicking up, the heat of the moment making her moan herself. Panting she observed his already glistening with first beads of sweat body, the sight of a heaving male chest was a sight to admire especially when she was responsible for all of this.\n\nHer thighs squeezed against his waist, she twirled her butt on top of him, every now and then rump grazing against the hard, rock flesh behind.\n\nIf he wouldn't be so weak and she didn't care about his health, she would ride him into the ground right now.\n\nShe ran her claws up and down two more times until finally the magic vanished from her sharp tips, all this time he was moaning and whining, only empowering her delightful sense of satisfaction.\n\nShe dropped her paws on the bed, just above his shoulders, observing with great pleasure his contracted snout, observing the wrinkles fading from his draconic face, observing his arousing reaction until he finally opened his eyes.\n\nIn that moment she kissed him, his lips were unresponsive, she enjoyed the taste of them nevertheless, even more so his basically enthralled reflex. She stood up, changing positions and angles, kissing his lips from every possible direction.\n\nA bit sad that she had to leave them.\n\nShe unglued her mouth from his, lowering her head, kissing his chin while making a small step backwards, readjusting her rump in such a way that her waist was parallel with his. She kept her rump low, low enough to make the stiffened flesh below graze against her magenta scales.\n\nIt was all about him right now, but the tease she put herself through was driving her wild, especially if reaching bliss was just mere inches away. With great difficulty she fought back the urge to peek down her underbelly, afraid she would give in to temptation.\n\nShe reached his neck, trampling a path of kisses down its length another step back, the coned tip she was familiar with caressed her again, her body rearranging herself in such a way that it tickled the length of a single, sensitive lip.\n\nShe bit on her lips, purring in frustrated pleasure.\n\nSpyro let out a guttural sound, she felt the base of his tail kicking at her paws in blissful suffering. His neck strained, instinct reacting in similar way to hers, aware that ecstasy was nearby. He became so tense as if he would be already coming.\n\nShe reached his chest, the agonizing tease on was over, with another step she touched the wooden edge of the bed. To be able to caress his chest, she had to lower herself a bit, trapping the warm organ in between their bodies, now slightly away from her intimate parts.\n\nShe made circling kisses around his chest to somehow relive him off the tension, for that matter she purposely stopped at her favorite spot. His heart was beating wildly, she was afraid that its going to hurt itself after pounding so hard against the ribcage.\n\nShe kissed the spot, again and again and again, following the touch of lips occasionally with a lick of tongue. Calming to the best of her ability his racing heart.\n\nWith a selfish need to satisfy her own, small craving.\n\nIt may be due to the heart hiding beneath, but she simply loved caressing his chest, feeling the firmness and strength of it. Even if she used her mouth only to stimulate him, in this place she couldn't help herself but to start exploring his chest again, feeling and tasting the warmth it was giving made her feel so secure for some reason.\n\nThe heartbeat slowed down a little, she threw a worried glance at him, afraid that was kinda ruining the moment by satisfying her own hunger for a brief moment.\n\nFear evaporated as quickly as it came.\n\nThe dreamy look he was giving her and the struggle his forelegs were going through as they quenched the obvious urge to touch her gave her even more feverish energy to continue this special caress. Seeing him enjoying her ministrations was a great turn on.\n\nShe kept kissing his chest for a little while longer before eventually renewing her slide down. He shivered as she did so, the trapped, hot organ pulsing as she stroked it with her belly scales, she could feel it throbbing in perfect accordance with the rest of his body.\n\nHe moaned again.\n\nLetting know audibly that she is doing a great job.\n\nThe compliment made her tail swing in excited happiness.\n\nShe kissed his belly, by this time she had to kick one of her legs off the edge of the bed and place it on the floor. Spyro tensed again, male body is most sensitive only in one area and when it came to draconic males they had only one piece of body that is vulnerable in that specific place.\n\nTo which she was getting close, the scent of male arousal was getting stronger.\n\nShe noticed his head propping up she didn't meet his stare, not now, instead focusing on his body, closing her eyes she slid down, enjoying greatly every placed kiss. She slowed her tempo, she really liked the way his body trembled, every part of it, it gave her a manner of satisfaction which only urged her forward.\n\nSpyro was clearly loving every bit of tease and affection she was giving him, it was a wonderful feeling to give pleasure to the one you love.\n\nAnother leg landed on the ground.\n\nHer chin bumped against the hot head of Spyro's dragonhood.\n\nHe was clenching his teeth, she could guess that by the whizzing sound he made, a stifled, anxious, passionate whine.\n\nBy now she only let her nose guide her, not wanting to spoil the sight of his snout until she reaches the end, she decided to continue on with her eyes closed.\n\nShe didn't have problems finding her way.\n\nThe scent of Spyro's arousal was exciting beyond belief, the sensation only intensified when she kissed the tip of his penis. It only occurred to her now that she never\u0026nbsp; tasted a draconic penis before, she was pleasantly surprised that the taste wasn't disgusting at all.\n\nIt tasted like body, it tasted like Spyro.\n\nShe simply loved this combination.\n\nThe realization only fueling the sexual euphoria of this moment.\n\nShe moaned together with him, without hesitation continuing down his warm length.\n\nHe twitched with every planted kiss, she enjoyed every twirl, as well as the feel of his penis underneath her lips. It was hard, warm and pulsing like a strong chest, the firmness of\u0026nbsp; Spyro's body was the second most favorite thing she loved about him right after his heart.\n\nAs she slid down his length, listening to his delightful moan, she came to a realization that this moment won't be as selfless as she expected it to be. She found the whole ordeal of pleasuring her partner very exciting for herself.\n\nHer lips located the increased thickness, she reached the knot.\n\nSpyro squealed, the noise he emitted sounded as if he tried to say something, but she was too engrossed in enjoying this moment to pay any attention.\n\nShe slowed down on this particular bulge, while nothing changed in the smell and taste department, this specific part of male's anatomy made her squirm, thighs trying to press against each other, trying to scrub away the irritating itch in between them.\n\nIt was pretty stupid and probably more experienced lovers would describe the sensation of it in more lewd words and comparisons, but for her the base of his erection was like a heart. Pulsing veins and erratic twitches locked in a shape of a thick bulge.\n\nShe already knew that she will spend some time here.\n\nShe gave the round part to the left a deep lick, the sudden tremble of the bed forced one of her eyes to open. She noticed with amusement as Spyro's right leg kicked wildly, running back and forth against the sheets with hectic motions.\n\nIt was adorable.\n\nEven more so with the whines coming out of his mouth.\n\nTo see how far she could push him with this teasing she applied a little suction.\n\nThe leg literally lunged in her direction, the thigh would probably break her nose if she wouldn't dodge it, switching to the other orb.\n\nReapplying the same treatment resulted in another kick.\n\nShe jerked her head back, with a giggle pinning his legs in place, deciding that this teasing is too dangerous for her health.\n\nAs much as his reaction was funny, it was also exhilarating, it only strengthened her belief in the comparison to a heart. Similar reactions one would go through if his true heart would be truly and directly massaged.\n\nIt thought was enough to make her whine in delight, she loved his reaction and loved the fact that she was the one pushing him through it.\n\nWithout any more thoughts she dived down again, with a moan sucking onto the knot, eyes shutting down in bliss, lulled by his moans.\n\nAs she kissed and licked it, Spyro groaned and hissed more audibly, his legs shifting uncontrollably to the point that she had to put more pressure to keep them locked in place.\n\nShe gave his knot more attention then the rest of his dragonhood, mostly because she loved the taste of it, this is how she imagined Spyro's heart would feel like and she had many reasons to thank it for its support.\n\nJudging by Spyro's sharp breaths, his heart had troubles voicing its gratefulness due to the amount of thanks she sent its way through the sensitive organ.\n\nEventually she reached the base of the knot, pressing her tongue to the bottom of the bulge she dragged her tongue up, along his whole sensitive red length until her tongue popped from the tip and with a slurp returned back to her mouth.\n\nOnly then, while licking her lips she opened her eyes and looked for the evaluation of her work in the expression of her mate.\n\nHer tail began a wild swinging of happiness.\n\nSpyro's snout was as red as a breath of a fire dragon, eyes blank and clouded by bliss, trapped in their own happy place, she wasn't even sure he saw her at this point. Tongue was hanging from the corner of his mouth, wet with saliva like a melting icicle.\n\nHe looked charmingly dorky.\n\nA sign of a job well done if she had seen any in her life.\n\nHer eyes landed on the standing at attention, rock hard erection of her mate, slick and glistening from her kisses and licks. She was mesmerized by the sight of his penis, this wasn't the first time she saw it, but she never had it right in front of her nose before.\n\nAnd despite the boy's common belief she didn't care about its width or size in the slightest, even if she did, she wouldn't have any comparison to find anyway since it was the only mating tool of a dragon male she ever saw in her life.\n\nThe sight was extremely tantalizing, she slid down the bed when her knees buckled with sexual anticipation. There was something erotic about watching a boy she loved grow to the hard rock state he was now, with her being the one responsible for that. A veiny, powerful pleasure tool at the ready to reward all that worship she offered to wake it up.\n\nShe whined softly, thighs in desperate and futile attempt trying to quench the burn in her crotch.\n\nIt was so sexually appetizing to know the boy you love is ready to fulfill your every desire.\n\nShe was obliged to repay that gesture.\n\nWithout losing eye contact with his clouded, purple orbs she tilted her head and pressed her lips to the middle of his erect member.\n\nSpyro's jaw dropped down, the tongue that was hanging from the corner of his maw lolled down even further, a drop of saliva dancing on the tip. He was panting, eyes glistening with unhindered affection, bliss and gratefulness.\n\nShe smiled at the sight, planting another kiss, slightly higher this time.\n\nShe did nothing spectacular, just another kiss, yet the moan that wafted from his throat was nearly orgasmic.\n\nWas it the smile that excited him so much?\n\nIt occurred to her as she tasted his sensitive, red flesh that she never done such a thing before, she didn't even know what her next step should be, all this time she followed her own lust and dedication to pleasure her mate.\n\nWhen she dragged another gasp from him by kissing the oversensitive head of his penis she became quite certain that every direction she ever needed can be found in his snout, in the eyes and expression.\n\nShe stopped her caress when she reached the tip, tilting the head to its natural position she locked her gaze with his. Part of her lips remaining on the twitching head.\n\nShe could sense the tension and anxiety from him, combined with the modest begging for her to continue.\n\nShe propped herself on her paws a bit higher, using the purple thighs as leverage, they didn't seem to complain about it. Lips remained pressed against Spyro's flesh as she poked the head with her tongue, craning her neck she moved up the member, to the very peak, grinding lips and tongue against the flesh before opening her maw and engulfing the head inside the warmth of her mouth.\n\nWith the corner of her eyes she spotted the claws on Spyro's hind paws stretching in shaking, anxious bliss. She found it surprising and arousing at the same time, she greatly enjoyed seeing her partner enjoying himself and also grateful that all of this won't be as difficult as she feared it to be.\n\nShe stretched her jaw wide, his penis throbbed inside her mouth, making her worry more about lacerating it with her fangs than her actual fellatio skills. She coiled her tongue around the tip and sucked, one eye raising to observe his reaction.\n\nTo tell the truth she didn't have to observe him, the squeaky sound he made was enough to tell her everything.\n\nSatisfied, she swallowed, tongue and lips forcing a traction when she lowered her head, swallowing the upper part, slightly above the middle. As she went down her instinct warned her about the teeth, she opened her maw wider to the point that her jaw started to ache.\n\nDoing nothing else but putting his penis deeper into the throat, letting the hard flesh glide across the surface of the tongue. She could feel the excitement pulsing through his flesh and it was a wonderful taste.\n\nShe simply wanted more of it, she owed that to her partner, it was all about him. She didn't have any experience in oral sex, but seeing how sensitive his knot was she instinctively knew that the majority of arousal can be found the deeper she goes.\n\nShe went even lower, Spyro was becoming more thicker with each swallowed inch, to avoid hurting him she pried her jaw open even wider to the point that it began protesting, trying to shut down to ease on the strain.\n\nShe had none of it, Spyro's pleasure was what drove her and only that mattered.\n\nShe pulled herself a little higher, placing paws on the bed to get a better grip and get more comfortable.\n\nIt didn't help much.\n\nAs she went down she didn't realize that she held her breath, dragon's throats are roomy and as a predator that hunts and eats sometimes bigger preys than themselves, having something slide down your throat wasn't a problem, unless you make it a problem.\n\nThe focus she put into the task broke her concentration, a deep, uncomfortable wince wrinkled her snout, she felt as if she was slowly choking, the pain of her strained jaw became unbearable.\n\nShe continued on however, getting past the middle and into the most thickest of territories, her spread open maw shaking wildly, trying to clamp down to escape from the agony.\n\nShe retched silently, whole body heaving with a shaking spasm.\n\n\"Cynder\"\n\nHis soft voice calling her name made her look up at him, another retch tormenting her, caused by the lack of air and pain in the jaw. With a mouthful of his throbbing flesh she read the emotion from his snout.\n\nWorry and pleasure.\n\n\"You don't have to go all the way down. I'm already in another world, let me enjoy it for a while longer, please? You are wonderful\"\n\nShe didn't protest, didn't try to prove that she knows better, her mate's plea was everything she needed, the compliment making her tail wag. It was a wonderful feeling that despite the bliss, he still manages to worry about her comfort.\n\nJudging by the taste of ecstasy she felt wafting from his penis inside her mouth she was quite certain that he would want for her go to the bottom.\n\nA plea is a plea however.\n\nShe couldn't deny him anything.\n\nShe pulled back, all the way up until the tip popped from her mouth, head glistening with saliva. She hacked while on top, breath returning to her in spasms and jaw finally returning to its natural position with a painful grind.\n\nShe rubbed her chin to massage the ache away from her suffering bones.\n\n\"Are you alright?\" Spyro's worried voice reached her, there was a tone of fear in it \"If you can't you-\"\n\nOh no.\n\nI can.\n\nI'll be damned if I can't please my mate.\n\nCynder swallowed him again, before he could finish whatever he was saying, his voice shifted into a low moan as her tongue glided along his hard flesh, followed by the grind of lips and her hot breath. She gave him a triumphant, challenging glare as she applied gentle suction, seeing him throwing his head back was all the congratulation she needed.\n\nShe went down maybe a little less than a quarter of his length, she found this to be very comfortable, here her jaw didn't hurt so much, if at all really. The strain might be the result of the previous attempt.\n\nAt least here she could prevent herself from hurting him while at the same time opening the possibility to caress him with tongue and lips. Most likely not the most ideal of oral sex, but he seemed to enjoy it and that was all that mattered.\n\nShe rose up slowly, closely watching his reaction, his head propped itself up when her lips touched the tip. The gaze he gave her was full of complete adoration.\n\nIt was so exciting to see.\n\nShe fondled the tip with her tongue, warming it with her hot, panting breaths. His eyes glistened, adoration turned to fanatical devotion.\n\nHer tail flickered happily at the sight, the view was arousing beyond belief, she could taste his love for her on her tongue and feel it touching her soul as she tore the affection from his eyes.\n\nHer eyes shut down in bliss when she gently descended along his length, the taste on her palate of being loved and cared for guiding her passion.\n\nShe moaned all the way down until she reached her comfort zone, before sliding back up again.\n\nShe could feel his tail bouncing in joyful excitement, smacking gently against her underbelly every now and then.\n\nCalming her breath at the top she went down once more, enjoying each swallowed inch more and more, there was something magical about giving someone pleasure, this moment didn't even end yet and she already knew she would like to repeat it one day again.\n\nBack at the tip again and then down.\n\nBy now she was bobbing her head along his hard member in a rather peaceful tempo, instead of the pace she focused entirely on the deed itself, subconsciously connecting the firmness of the flesh in her mouth with the firmness of Spyro's chest. The adoration for that particular body part represented in every touch of lips, slide of tongue and suck.\n\nShe had no idea that pleasuring a boy in such a way can be so enticing.\n\nGrunts were escaping from Spyro's mouth in short, quick spasms.\n\nUp and down, up and down.\n\nShe reached comfortable pace, the stinging in her jaw no longer present as she unconsciously readjusted her bite as to avoid hurting him with her teeth, already familiar with the twitching of the member in her mouth. To assure it of its safety she embraced it with her long tongue, keeping it steady with the addition of suction.\n\nNothing else mattered any longer as she pleasured him, except the bliss of her partner and her own enjoyment.\n\nSpyro seemed to agree with her dedication after moaning loudly when she bounced back up along his shaft.\n\nShe opened her eyes, throwing a glance at him as she lowered herself down again, her lips stretched into a loving smile at the sight, didn't matter that her mouth was currently occupied with housing his penis.\n\nHis face was contracted in most adorable, dorky expression she ever saw, his snout contracted in such a way that he looked like he just ate something very sour. Tip of trapped underneath teeth pressing against its meaty surface. His snout was colored in a deep blush.\n\nIt occurred to her now that even if they mated twice already she never saw his expression during orgasm, either he was biting on her neck or she was too busy exhaling her satisfaction into the sky or his body. The look he was giving her surely counted like an orgasm wince if she ever saw one.\n\nIt was stupidly sweet and so very, very intoxicating. Knowing that she can play with that expression by correctly placing a kiss or a lick was such a powerful, arousing feeling.\n\nTo test her theory she continued sucking him off, maintaining eye contact, bobbing her head and applying ever changing pressure of lips and tongue.\n\nShe was pleased to see that it was working.\n\nNot only it was exciting to see such a strong male squirming only because she has his penis in her mouth, but it was also a little funny, for all the macho hype males were as sensitive and vulnerable as every girl. The only difference was that they have really obvious buttons to press.\n\nA theory that was proven to be true when she lowered herself to the bottom of her control zone and accidently noticed that the bed was shaking gently, due to the fact that Spyro's paws were very uneasy.\n\nThe front ones were gripping the sheets tightly, while the hind ones were sliding back and forth, the muscles in his thighs flexed that she could see their alluring shape. Hips were making, small, jerking motions, thrusting motions, but it was like something was pulling them down.\n\nHe was fighting with his instinct.\n\nInstinct that demanded to bury himself in a female, with only a quarter in her mouth the rest of his vulnerable flesh remained unattended, begging for attention, but kept in check only because he respected her too much to force anything on her.\n\nIt was adorable.\n\nShe liked to repay him, she wanted to go deeper, but was afraid that she would ruin her pleasurable tempo by reaching limits that were beyond her oral experience. She didn't want for him to feel abandoned however.\n\nShe lowered herself on her legs, pressing her underbelly to his flinging tail and unglued one of her paws from the sheets, she touched the thick knot gently.\n\nShe had to pull her head up, suddenly beginning choking on him, a hot, excited gasp wafted uncontrollably from her throat. She panted when she touched the swollen knot, however stupid it may sound, it felt like she would be touching his heart, his pulsing, beating, thick heart.\n\nIf his sharp breaths were any indication then there was at least a grain of truth in her theory.\n\nThe sexual stimulation she felt right now was indescribable, she felt as if her blood turned into molten lava.\n\nShe swallowed him lustfully, lecherous glare burying itself into him. She started bobbing her head, applying the same erotic pressure with her mouth, pressure with which she already got quite acquainted with while at the same time passionately fondling his knot.\n\nShe moaned, sending pleasurable tingles across the member in her mouth, she really liked the veiny, strong feeling of the knot's surface in her paw.\n\nThe way it responded with pulses as it was being touched was extremely alluring.\n\nShe reached a peak of inner satisfaction when she noticed Spyro responding to her caress in a way that was unbecoming of a strong male. He was squirming and moaning, trying perhaps to quench the desire, but unable to contain it.\n\nShe was pleasuring him and doing a great job at it.\n\nOnly now finding out that a male moan of ecstasy is very beautiful.\n\nShe desired more of it.\n\nShe sped up gently the tempo of her bounces, getting into a comfortable, bobbing pace before the paw that was massaging the bulge began stroking the whole untouched by her lips length of Spyro's malehood, the caress so much slower than her moving head, only occasionally meeting with her snout.\n\nShe didn't mind, kissing her paw wasn't her goal, she liked the feeling of his knot too much to be able to coordinate the moves.\n\nAnd seeing as he groaned in pleasure, clenching the sheets so hard that he tore them apart, he also seemed to be enjoying it.\n\nThe feeling of his girth thickening in her grip was mind numbing, touching such a powerful, pleasurable tool, reminding herself of its delightful strength made her squirm.\n\nBy the Ancestors how she wanted to feel it inside her.\n\nShe purred, sucking on Spyro hungrily, feeling his knot pulse made her speed up a little bit more, she wanted the imagine heart to feel her affection for it, it was intensely fulfilling to feel the veins on the bulge beat to her rhythm.\n\nIt deserved a reward on its own.\n\nShe pushed her mouth away from Spyro's erection with a soft slurp and dived down, repaying the knot for its thankfulness with loving kisses, passionate licks and indebted suckle. Paw that was cuddling the knot before moved towards the length of the member, caressing the part that was currently left out from the tender touch of her mouth, soothing it with her soft touch from the tip to the base.\n\nSurprisingly Spyro's legs didn't kick any longer, instead they curled and tensed, muscles vibrating as if they would be attached to unending current of electricity.\n\nShe growled as she caressed passionately one, round side of her imagined heart, taking her time once more to make sure it understand how she appreciates it before sliding her tongue across the knot to its other side and granting it the same amount of treatment.\n\nHer paw never stopping its delicate stroking.\n\nSpyro's moans turned into growling and grumbles, he sounded like a grublin trying to articulate something important.\n\nAncestors what a wonderful sound that was.\n\nShe tested if she could draw more of that sound, gluing her lips to the knot she sucked at the thick, red flesh.\n\nShe was successful, another incoherent grunt left Spyro's throat.\n\nHis body froze.\n\nHis penis started throbbing violently in her paw, bouncing against the scales of her constantly moving up and down draconic hand. It was like all the vibrations from his body focused solely on that standing stiff piece of his body\n\nIt was as if his member was freezing.\n\nShe licked her way up the twitching flesh, paw jumped down massaging they slick knot while her mouth engulfed the thrashing member, the warmth of her mouth embracing it.\n\n\"C-C-Cyn-\" Spyro hacked blissfully, the words interrupted by a hiccups of moans\n\nShe shivered all over at hearing him trying to pronounce her name but failing, the amount of this weird satisfaction she felt was overbearing. She felt as if she is the most important and loved girl in the whole world.\n\nIt was a nice feeling.\n\nShe coaxed him to try again, craving to extract that sound again. Momentarily catching up with the pace of the bobbing she interrupted earlier. Creating a friction trail with her lips along the quarter of his length.\n\nShe moaned, it was pleasurably fulfilling to feel his penis throb inside her mouth, crazed by the pleasure she offered it.\n\nShe squeezed his knot.\n\n\"Cynder!\"\u0026nbsp; Spyro squealed out a passionate warning, his lips bucking, demanding a thrust into the depths of his lover's throat, but their desire forced back into the mattress\n\nShe aimed her surprised eyes at him, from all the sounds she heard him making this night this one in particular sent a stab of fear into her heart. Stopping halfway in her ascent she observed him closely, breathing heavily on the flesh in her maw, it seemed to dance to the rhythm of her pants, bouncing off the surface of her teeth.\n\nHis snout was burning red, expression embarrassed and lustful, contracted in what seemed to be a painful wince, stuck somewhere between an apology and a plea. Tongue lolled out from his maw, hanging as low as it could. He was panting heavily, chest heaving sharply.\n\nHer eyes widened, realizing what it meant.\n\nHe was close.\n\nHer tail started to swish wildly in joyful accomplishment, cutting the air with sharp whizzes. The feeling of pride and uniqueness reached an unmeasurable peak, to know that her mate enjoyed everything she provided, it was simply indescribable. It was almost like a thrill of a fight after you defeat a powerful enemy, a warrior's task, a warrior's goal. She as a lover and a mate had a different duty, rekindling the bond she shared with her partner and satisfying him in every way possible, making him happy, that was her duty.\n\nLooking right now at his panting mouth she was certain that she fulfilled her task absolutely.\n\nHe will remember it.\n\nHer eyes glistened suddenly, realizing that she loved him too much to simply meet expectations, she wanted to reach beyond them.\n\nRemembering is one thing.\n\nMaking sure he never forgets is another.\n\nHer green orbs shifted down, trailing the length of his hard flesh and landing at the bulge at the bottom. There was absolutely no way she could swallow that thing, but that didn't mean everything else was beyond her reach. One slide is what is needed, experience didn't matter right now, it was a culminating moment and her dedication was enough to push her through.\n\nShe looked up, giving him a challenging, confident glare.\n\nSpyro froze, suddenly stopping his ragged breathing, clearly recognizing the glimmer in her eyes.\n\nShe parted her mouth wider, pressing her tongue to the throbbing piece of flesh she held her breath and descendent down with one swift motion. Maintain eye contact to the best of her ability, fighting through the wince that tried to wrinkle her snout.\n\nSpyro's eyes practically shot out from their orbits.\n\nShe devoured him whole, nose bumping against the sensitive knot.\n\nThe raw pulse that traveled through his whole penis made her eyes flutter.\n\nShe gave the bulge below a passionate squeeze.\n\nHe literally exploded inside her throat.\n\nHe growled into the air, eyes squinting in pleasure, depleting himself into the warm confines of Cynder's mouth in huge streams, having one of the most strongest orgasms of his life. His hips bucked up, making a thrust, he was unable to control them in this moment of overwhelming bliss, the swollen knot pressuring the soft, wonderful lips of his mate, desperately trying to house itself within them.\n\nThe dreamy moment broken by the most scary and guilt riddled, wet gag he ever heard.\n\nHis startled, big eyes landed on his crotch, Cynder's orbs were as big as a golem's fist, he noticed a bulge shooting down her throat, stretching her scales from the inside. Another one followed soon after, unable to keep up with the pressure of swallowing her sweet cheeks billowed out.\n\nShe retched on him.\n\nThere was nothing sexy about it, all the bliss he felt faded away, never before he felt so horrible, embarrassed and guilty.\n\nCynder pulled back roughly, paw slamming against her mouth with stuffed out cheeks the moment she released him from the confines of her maw. She momentarily ducked behind the bed, vanishing from his sight below the foot of the bed.\n\n\"Cynder!\" he tried to jerk his body off the mattress, only now finding just how numb his muscles were.\n\nHe couldn't lift himself, obviously not yet recovered.\n\nOr perhaps he ejaculated the remnants of his vigor down Cynder's gullet.\n\nThe most audible snort and a gulp he heard from behind the foot of the bed only seemed to confirmed that.\n\n\"H-Holy shit!\" he heard her hacking, it was an ugly, rough sound\n\n\"Are you alright?\" he blurted out dreadfully, propping himself on his fores, getting his head as high as possible\n\nHe could see the fluttering form of her wings jerking and twitching with each ugly cackle and snort.\n\n\"I almost drowned\"\u0026nbsp; a tone of amusement got mixed in between the choking coughs\n\nHe didn't find anything funny about that, feeling like a complete, miserable pig.\n\n\"I'm so sorry Cynder\"\n\n\"This didn't end as sexy as I thought it would\" the clogged, harsh, repeated spasms her throat emitted died down almost completely, replaced by genuine cheer\n\n\"I'm so very sorry, I didn't mean to-\"\n\n\"Don't be silly\" his devastated mumble was interrupted by her joyful scold\n\nPaw appeared on the bed, right besides his tail, Cynder pulled herself up on it, emerging from behind the bed. Her other paw was rubbing at her throat, claws reaching behind the choker occasionally to jerk it away from the flesh.\n\nShe was licking her mouth, cleaning off the last drops of his seed from her maw. Despite what she went through her eyes were burning with joy, even if they were wet from tears. Drops of which carved a moist trail down her cheeks.\n\n\"I've bargained for more than I could handle\" tongue returned back to the mouth, she gave him the most loving of triumphant smirks\n\n\"How was it?\"\n\nShe knew the answer, it literally shot in a huge stream down into her stomach, he didn't mind however, she deserved all the praise she could handle.\n\nHe returned a bashful smile.\n\n\"You were wonderful. I loved it\"\n\nThe smirk disappeared, replaced by a truly affectionate smile.\n\n\"I'm glad to hear it\"\n\nHe started to wiggle again, trying to move and force some strength into his bones. He gained a few more inches of high.\n\n\"Let me repay you\"\n\nOh no, no, no!\" she jumped onto the bed, striding towards him, paw landed on his chest and shoved him back into the sheets \"Stay where you are mister\"\n\n\"But Cynder!\"\u0026nbsp; he whined pleadingly\n\n\"I don't want to hear any buts about it\" the stern glare she thrown at him confirmed that there was no room for argument here\n\n\"I love you Cynder, I can't leave you like that\" he opened up his heart, he had no other weapon at his disposal\n\nHer expression softened, allowing it to morph into a look of affectionate devotion for a boy that means the world to her\n\nHe noticed her neck craning forward, but then it jerked back again, a troubled fang appearing on the lip, crunching it. She wanted to kiss him, but then decided against it, most likely not wanting to make him taste his own seed on her breath.\n\nInstead she began caressing him, the paw that was on the black neck landed on his snout, stroking the corner of his slowly smiling mouth and cheek.\n\n\"I've told you this was all about you Spyro\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\nShe giggled cutely, never stopping her loving touch.\n\n\"Oh you dork\"\n\n\"Let me do it Cynder. I want to\"\n\nShe smiled warmly, squeezing his cheek tenderly.\n\n\"I know, but not now. You will get your chance, besides we're both going to enjoy it more when you will be at your full strength, because honestly, I feel like I just swallowed all your energy\"\n\nA wavering sigh escaped his throat, even if he was disappointed that he won't repay his mate, he also felt relief. He really didn't have the strength, no matter how stubborn he wanted to be about it.\n\nA dreamy smile spread across his lips.\n\n\"You've spent me completely\"\n\nShe snorted happily.\n\n\"Yeah, I've noticed\"\n\n\"Raincheck?\"\n\nShe grinned, the last time she said that to him led to this moment. And now he was the one asking the question.\n\nHer tail already swinging in anticipation.\n\n\"Raincheck\"\n\n\"Thank you Cynder\"\u0026nbsp; his mouth stretched into a yawn\n\nShe poked her claw against his chest in an endearing manner, joyful smile making her mouth hurt.\n\n\"See what I was talking about? If Amela finds out what we did here she will kill me and if she finds you as a wreck she will mount my head on the wall in her office\"\n\nA cold finger of dread crossed her spine, her eyes snapped towards the covered window.\n\n\"What time is it exactly?\"\n\nSpyro shrugged with an amused chuckle.\n\n\"I don't know, I've been on another planet\"\n\nCynder patted his chest, congratulating him.\n\n\"I'll clean you up and tuck you back in, then I'll go to my corner and pretend nothing has happened. If we're lucky Amela will have no clue\"\n\nHe could barely record what she was doing, his eyes already closing and mind drifting into oblivious, sweet sleep. Judging by the delicate tingles he felt in his loins it seemed like she carried out with her plan.\n\nThe world disappeared.\n\nThe last thought clinging to his fading consciousness was about Cynder and just how much he loved her.\n\n\"Sleep well my hero\"\n\nHer soft voice lulled him into the blackness.\n\nHe felt as if he could take on every evil this world has to offer and don't break a sweat.\n\nThump.\n\nThump.\n\nThump.\n\nSweet oblivion.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1320544-the-legend-of-spyro-path-of-delusions-book-viii-chapter-3.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1327618-the-legend-of-spyro-path-of-delusions-book-viii-chapter-5.json"}}