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"Warfang, the Great City of Dragons. It had been created a millennia ago after the Fire Guardian of the time, Ignia, came to a truce with the moles, ending their war. Why, my very own Ancestors placed the first cobblestone." A short mole gleamed with pride, much to the boredom of a group of dragon hatchlings. Over there is the temple, where Master Rift and the other Guardians govern the area. Give it a couple years, and you will all get to learn from them!"

"And twenty-two kilos of cheese. Geeze Sithy, I know you don't like people, but you should have come a couple weeks ago and saved having to carry all this." A gold dragon, Abraxas looked at his customer, and longtime friend with worry. "I'll just give it to Rift this evening to take it."

"Ta. I couldn't leave the cave because you wanted me to look pregnant." Sithris; a sleek black male with goggles teased, noticing the grin that appeared on Abraxas.

"Wipe that smug smile off you big dope. Rift hasn't let me go a day without trying to do the same. This is the first day in weeks I've been able to stand without wobbly legs."

"Are you complaining?" The gold drake questioned, mind drifting back to several weeks ago. "I didn't hear you protest when I was knot deep in your rear while your husband was eating my ass."

"M-maybe?" Sithris stammered, loins tingling at the still fresh memory. "It was amazing, but I didn't realize it would entail weeks of my rear gushing out your seed. On the plus side, I didn't have to eat for a bit."

A pleased growl was all the larger dragon responded with.

"Anyway, Rift was so well-behaved and helpful during our fun that I felt I'd reward him with cheese." Sithris paused and leaned up to his friend. "Before I forget, did you end up getting those restraints I asked for? I don't get it, but he seems to really want to be tied up."

"Such a joy to put a dragon of power in his place." Abraxas chuckled as he set a box on the counter. "That'll be 348 shinies, or five if you let me wrap that lovely little butt around my shaft."

"That's just highway robbery." Sithris pouted as he pulled a large bag of coins from the satchel on his side. "You know I'm shy."

"I get shinies, or another chance to get you addicted to my cock. Either way, I win." He whispered to the smaller dragon, finishing with a lick over the black drake's lips. A shiver ran down his friend's form. "Rift gave you the go ahead to be open, so why don't we make use of it and have you move underneath my count-"

"I said stop you thief!"

The shout snapped both drake's out of their lust as a dark green dragon sprinted by, carrying a large bag of Ancestors-know-what. Sithris felt a pull in his mind and he moved his tail just over the dragon's front paw, tripping the drake to faceplant into the hard cobblestone road.

The dragon groaned in pain as a dragoness caught up to him, panting. Glossy black scales gleamed in the afternoon sun, accented by white markings spanning her face to the end of her tail. Her chest was a magnificent red and eyes were a stunning green. The identifying aspects however were the blades on her wingtip and tail, as well as the metal anklets she always wore.

"You're under arrest for thirty-five counts of robbery." Cynder spat with disdain. She looked around at the shop owners watching her, stalling as her eyes set on the dragon that helped her. "Sithy?"

"You bitch!" The green dragon jumped up and swung his tail, a large axe strapped to the end, aiming one of the edges directly at the dragoness' chest.

A different black paw slammed down and shattered the weapon with little effort from the. Sithris scowled as he looked the dragon in the eyes, before releasing a jolt of electricity from his maw. "Sleep."

The drake yowled in pain before it became too great to bear. As quickly as the electricity finished surging through, he collapsed unconscious.

"Shoddy workmanship. You alright Cynder?" Sithris questioned worriedly. He was caught off guard when instead of a simple "yes," the dragoness wrapped her paws around his neck in a hug.

"Thanks to you. May have been a shit axe, but that could have been pretty painful." The former Terror of the Skies held her friend tight. She growled as she realized the large crowd staring at the two black dragons, and the scent filling the air.

Mmm... That smells really good... Sithris shook himself, thinking his earlier flirting with Abraxas was still affecting him. "It's nothing. Jackass got what was coming to him."

"I see..." Cynder pulled away, grabbing the unconscious robber by the tail. "Tell you what. Since you made this guy dead weight, you can help me take him to the dungeon. Then I'll buy you lunch, the least I can do for you saving me."

Sithris blinked, half deciding if he was hungry, and half curious about that wonderful smell. He looked to Abraxas for advice, the gold drake nodding as drool dripped from the side of his maw.

"Sure, I could eat."

---

"Flame wasn't the happiest with us at first, but Spyro and I taught Ember a few tricks. Flame ended up really enjoying her new skills, and she became gravid soon after." Cynder giggled as she retold her story of her last heat, taking bites of a sausage as she spoke.

Sithris stayed quiet. Why is she telling me all this? Between the story and the mysterious aroma, the only thing keeping her from seeing his erect members was the solid mahogany table. The grill was one he had never eaten at, and his own sausage was delicious, but his mind was clouded in lust.

"Oh, yeah... I had a dream once involving Rift and Kara." The black dragoness blushed. She noticed her company perked up at that. "I gave Kara some gender swap potions and she accidentally knocked Rift up."

"Pfft!" The electric drake chuckled. "Accidentally my ass. Rift begs for it every time I'm on top. He has a thing for it. He loved every minute of Abraxas and..."

"And what?" Cynder pressured. "Are you guys open now?"

"Sorta." Sithris flushed, trying to figure out why he was being so willing to talk about such things publicly. "He's mostly okay with it as long as I don't replace him."

The former Terror of the Skies gave him a wide grin. She bent back, feigning a stretch and taking a look under the table. Two members twitched in need, making her mouth water. Standing upright, she gave her guest a small wink.

"Why don't you come with me, I want to show you something."

The scent was playing havoc with the male's head. He'd only known the heroine for a few months, but like most drake's, he had an instinctual desire to claim her. He noticed the she-dragon begin to walk away, her tail lifted and exposing the slightly puffy lips that any dragon would love to bury their snout in.

"Umm... S-sure."

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"Not a bad room you have here." Sithris complimented, noticing Spyro's and Cynder's quarters at the temple were decorated in purple and black. He smiled at a picture on the wall, the two heroes sitting beside Rift and the other Guardians. "Why not look for a home away from the temple? Surely you two have plenty of funds to buy or build whatever you want."

"We aren't in a rush. The Guardians treat us well enough, and we're close enough to help restrain Rift when he wants to kill Chief Prowlus." Cynder flopped sideways onto her bed, sprawling out as she grinned at her unknowing prey. "Besides, this place gives us plenty of... privacy..."

"I guess that makes sense, a couple of heroes avoiding the crow..." The black drake froze as his head turned to the female, mouth agape as he watched her roll on her back and rub her puffy red slit with her tail. "Uhh... whoa... That's quite a view you got there."

"Mhmm..." Cynder hissed needily. She had barely started rubbing herself, yet her fluids were already slickening the scales of her tail. "Are you gonna help me out, or do I need to tie you up and force you?"

"Sounds like a win either way, but I can't say no to a dragoness in need." Sithris padded up to the bed, taking in what glimpses he could of those feminine lips as that slim tail rubbed over it. "Mind moving that out of the way so I can see what I'm working with?"

The moment the tail moved away, Sithris' mind fogged. Though Kara had yet to go into heat since he and Rift resurrected her, his instincts could tell that this dragoness had just finished hers, and still needed much filling. He finally understood where that scent had been coming from.

He reached up to grasp the goggles on his forehead, pulling them down over his eyes. His face was mere inches from the dragoness' slit. It quivered, slightly parted and inflamed, soaked with its own fluids. Black maw parted, silver tongue slid out, and against the red slit it flicked. A shiver ran through both dragons. He pulled his tongue back, tasting the juices he collected.

It's sweet, probably the sweetest thing I've ever had...

Cynder couldn't hold back a moan as that appendage returned. It swiped over each lip before it caught in the middle, the slit easily parting for the tongue to enter. Muscles clamped around it as the heated walls massaged the silver organ.

Sithris smiled at the pleasured cries of the heroine. He angled his maw upward, allowing his tongue to rub a small nub at the top of his claim's sex. In and out his appendage explored, making a mental map of Cynder's fleshy tunnel.

"Ohhh, Nngh!" The dragoness squirmed, eyes squeezed tightly as she grit her teeth. Maybe it was a lingering effect of her heat, but she was already feeling on edge. "Fuck, you're good."

A rumble of satisfaction was all Sithris could return, still tongue-deep in her needy vent. His length was nearing it's limit when he felt a barrier. A squeak confirmed his suspicions and he flicked at it more, the barrier needing more force to open than his tongue could exert. He shrugged and pulled back, feeling a spongy texture closer to the entrance.

Bingo

His first lick resulted in a squirt of juices coating his tongue. With a shiver, he readjusted his maw, allowing it to seal fully around the dragoness' entrance. He was perfectly positioned, allowing his long appendage to brush over her clit, g-spot, and cervix in one swoop.

"Perfect, keep going..." Cynder pleaded, eyes crossing. She placed her front paws onto his head, her rear legs wrapping around his neck. Her peak was nearing, each stroke against her three spots rewarding her server with increasing amounts of her nectar. She just needed one more...

*Lick*

A scream filled Sithris' ears as paws held him tight and thighs tried to suffocate him. He was caught off guard by the multiple jets of juices filling his maw to the point they were coating his muzzle. Muscles around his tongue constricted it, holding it tight and refusing to return it.

Cynder writhed in total bliss. Her body spasmed as her orgasm wracked her mind. Her vent tried to milk his tongue dry, seeking for seed to be bred. In her spasms, she could not control her body's actions, as her bladed tail slashed upwards and cut slightly into her partner's side.

A yelp snapped her back to reality, small pants escaping her as she looked down to see Sithris grimacing in pain and lacking air. She quickly released him and rubbed the side of her head against his.

"I'm so sorry Sithy! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"Ouch, that tail, now that's craftsmanship." Sithris chuckled softly, rubbing the small cut. He sighed in relief at the lack of blood. "I think we should wrap that blade up just to be safe."

"Agreed." Cynder shifted to the side of the bed, opening a drawer, and pulling out a gel object. "I should have grabbed this earlier, but I wasn't thinking very clearly. This is a spade guard Spyro gave me because I kept cutting him too."

"Right, would have saved a bit of pain." The electric drake lifted his goggles up to his forehead, and took the spade guard, quickly fastening it to the end of the dragoness' tail.

"Oof!"

Sithris shook himself as he was knocked over by that same tail. He felt the purple blanket underneath comforting his scales, almost tempting him to wiggle under. I need to get one of these for the cave.

His thoughts were interrupted by the image of the sexy dragoness lowering herself, comfortably laying by his own thighs. He couldn't help but notice her staring hungrily at his twin spires. He blushed and smiled. "Like what you see?"

No verbal response was given as Cynder wasted no time, nuzzling the shafts and enjoying the soft and pleasant scent they emitted. A thin tongue poked from her maw and licked from the base of the bottom shaft to the tip, repeating the action with the top member. They both twitched in desire, almost hypnotizing her to do more.

Several similar licks followed before the dragoness pulled off and grinned mischievously at the drake. She pressed her lips against the tip of the bottom shaft, slowly parting them so the head could slide into her maw. The taste was nice, just enough musk to tell her partner was male, but also sweet.

Both shafts were begging for her attention, but with what she had in mind, the bottom one would need some... special assistance. She bobbed up and down on the tip a few times before opening her maw further and taking the member to the base of the knot, holding herself there for several seconds and pulling back up to return to the head. Her eyes looked up, watching Sithris' maw hang open, eyes shut in a quiet bliss.

Warmth was spreading through her nethers once more and she lowered a paw, one of her toes rubbing the clit of her needy vent. With her own desire being controlled, she dropped her head down again. Small ridges ran along the underside of each shaft, starting under the head, and ending at the top of the knot. She found them to be smaller than Spyro's, but they were still perfect for scratching certain itches.

She held herself down, shaft tickling her throat as she ran her tongue over each ridge. A thought came to her mind and she giggled to herself, deciding to turn up the heat, so to speak. She drew back to the tip, but no longer stayed there. With a loud gulping noise, she pushed down until her throat bulged, taking the entire member. She repeated this multiple times, sounds becoming more audible as she coated the silver shaft in her saliva.

The paw at her vent was soaked, juices preparing her for mating. She could feel her peak near, but she wanted her finish to be more satisfying. With a reluctant whimper, she pulled her paw away from her vent, and removed her maw from the throbbing cock. The look of disappointment on her companion's face almost convinced her to resume her actions, but she knew he'd enjoy what was to come.

While Sithris was slim and light for a male, he was astounded by how the black and red dragoness felt no heavier than a feather as she wiggled up his torso until they were at eye level with each other. Black and green eyes met, and both sets understood. They had their own mates they loved and would never leave, but they were both open and wanted to share a day of pleasure. Cynder rubbed her vent against Sithris' top shaft, and used her tail to angle the saliva-slickened bottom member with her puckered tailhole.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to." Sithris almost whispered. He wanted it, and Cynder knew he wanted it. Since first meeting the legendary dragoness, he, much like many other dragons, had imagined what it would feel like to sink his members in and mate her. A small smirk crossed the heroine's face, and the feeling of both shafts being engulfed drew groans of surprise from the male.

"Ancestors, that feels amazing..." Cynder moaned loudly, continuing to sink down until both shafts were engulfed so only the knots remained. "I've had both filled, but never at the same time."

The black male said nothing, struggling not to release from the immense pleasure around his members. Both tunnels were gripping him, though not as tight as Rift and Kara were. The dragoness riding him was several years older, so it made sense she had a bit more experience with the joys of mating. He felt like her insides were melding perfectly around him, the female putting her knowledge to use.

There was a novel feeling about mating a dragoness with experience. She knew how to work her internal muscles around his twin spires to bring him close at each contraction. She knew what she liked, and what she wanted was to ride him ragged.

Cynder purred in appreciation as the drake below her kept still, giving her full control of any motion. Once she was comfortable with the shafts inside, she rocked her hips from side to side, enjoying the ridges shifting in her tunnels. Her vent was soaking the cock within, slickening it with the juices her body was more than eager to give. Her tailhole couldn't do the same, but that member was leaking its own pre-seed in large quantities, keeping that tunnel plenty lubricated.

Those warm slick vents were driving Sithris' mind into overdrive. He wasn't really a dominant drake, but he wanted to drive that dragoness into a satisfied mess. A moan escaped his maw when said dragoness began slowly sliding back and forth, his ridges popping over every bit of flesh as they attempted to milk him.

He couldn't stay still any longer. He wrapped his front arms around the heroine and flipped the two around. He ignored the squeak from the female and pressed his maw against hers. Tongues entwined as he began thrusting his hips to Cynder's, tails wrapping around each other as he gave into instinct.

Moans were lost in each other's maws. Shafts plucked through soft nethers. Pre-seed and feminine juices mixed. The shafts slowly inched deeper, finally hilting the dragoness with both knots. Sithris didn't stop, putting in more effort as vent and tailhole were plugged and unplugged as the two bulges popped in and out.

They continued on for several minutes until the pleasure became too great for both. Sithris released his kiss with Cynder, her twitches and spasms becoming too great for his body to ignore. With a pop, he released a roar, and clamped onto her neck, shafts pulsing as shot after shot of seed filled her pussy and ass.

The heroine screeched as her own orgasm slammed through her. Both tunnels tensed and milked the spires for everything they had. Her belly grew a bit, the seed filling her to the limits, little streams leaking around the knots.

The two black dragons panted, muscles aching from their first coupling. Sithris' body gave in, collapsing onto the heroine, but thankfully light enough to not cause harm. Cynder rumbled happily, nestling her head on his shoulder.

"You okay Sithy?" Cynder began giggling. That was amazing. I need more.

Sithris groaned softly, his mind slowly returning to him. "Yeah... just wasn't expecting this..."

"I hope I didn't wear you out too much." Cynder grinned mischievously. "Because I'm not content with just one round."

"You want more?" Sithris looked at her in shock. She looks like she wants to milk me dry... "Ancestors, what have I gotten myself into?"

---

It was the evening before the electric drake landed at the entrance of the cave he called home. His body ached and his nethers were soaked from the countless times he had seeded the legendary heroine. If the hours of time together wasn't enough proof of her enjoyment, the open invitation to come back for more certainly was.

His shafts and slit were still messy from the experience, his and Cynder's mixed juices left intentionally. He licked his lips as his plan ran through his head once more. He'd walk in and pin his orange mate down, grinding his vent across his snout until that forked tongue cleaned him. Once that was finished, he'd show the Fire Guardian what he'd learned from his time with Cynder.

"I'm back hon!" Sithris padded inside, bracing himself for the clingy drake to tackle him per usual. When nothing slammed into him, he grew concerned. "Hon?"

Entering the main area of the cave, his eyes grew wide. The fire pit in the middle, normally exerting bright orange flames, was an unusual purple. A muffled noise lifted his head towards the back.

An orange figure squirmed helplessly, ropes and leather holding him bound and suspended from the ceiling. A chastity belt was locked around the dragon's waist. Finally, a leather muzzle was strapped tightly around the drake's snout. Sithris recognized this as the gear he'd purchased for his mate just earlier in the day. How'd he get in there without help?

"How the bloody hell did you get all tied up hon?" He still felt his mate's bondage fascination was strange, but he did have to admit that seeing Rift in such a compromising position stirred his loins. His question was answered as he felt a large paw behind him pat him on the back.

"Just the dragon I was waiting for. I'm gonna have some fun with you."

To be continued...