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The dark sky, alive with bursts of flickering lightning, still loomed heavily over the ruins of the foreboding fortress. Despite the keep's evil mistress being absent for many years, the looming spires, bulwarks, and bubbling, green pits still radiated a grim aura as the rattling of chains and jittering of falling crystals filled the sinister air. Yet for all of its ominous features, the fortress had once been a dragonesse's home, and as two lone, winged figures swooped low from the clouds overhead, one of them really had to question whether or not it had been a good idea to come back to her dark lair after so many years.

Never thought I'd see this place again, let alone actually want to. The thought passed through Cynder's mind like a ghost, as much a specter as the disembodied face of a gargoyle laying in a rubble heap below her. Is this really going to be worth it, will he like it... Or is he just going to think I'm a freak?

The uneasy idea kept flowing around her thoughts as she swerved by a great spire of obsidian, darting between several more that protruded around it like grasping talons before she was finally able to look back at the dragon who accompanied her. In the many years since saving the world, the purple dragon that was the love of her life had matured into a fine, handsome drake. She'd been sure she'd loved him even as a young whelp, but to see him now, with strong muscles, chiseled features, sleek scales, and striking eyes, sometimes she often had to stop her heart from melting.

And here's me, the older I get, the more I just feel like that monster I used to be. The dark-scaled dragoness thought as she lifted a claw to grasp her collar. I really hope this makes me feel better about it, lets me see that my desires don't have to be evil!

She didn't really like to think about her recent years living in Warfang along with Spyro. The two were regarded as heroes for their defeat of Malefor, even if half the population thought they were dead for at least a year. Most of her dark past had been forgotten, she'd been given the rank of guard captain, while Spyro was a general, and she could not be happier with it. Yet the idea of who she once was lingered as much as it did in the minds of all those that still hated her for it. The whispers in back alleys and underground taverns of Cynder; the terror of the skies.

No, not anymore, that's not me! She thought as she banked right to see a large platform amongst the spines of the fortress's upper reaches, just where she recalled it to be. Spyro loves me, he does not care what I was, and I'll prove it!

She had to admit what she'd had in mind when she'd thought to return here, could go one of two ways, and while it had taken her a great deal of time and courage to even suggest it, she was sure Spyro would do anything for her. Ancestors know she'd cross the sky for him.

No, I'd die for him, if I had to! She assured herself sternly as she fixed the landing area with a glare. I will break this stupid fortress just as I'm going to break my desires... I'll show my past who is in charge now!

It was fitting then, that the place in which she'd once brooded as a malevolent tyrant was the place she sought to gain control over her darker side. Yet like a master, she disguised her conflicting emotions as she finally stretched out a foreclaw to point down to their destination.

"Spyro, down there!" she called out as she swooped low, jabbing a claw at the spine-lined platform. "That's the main courtyard for the upper levels!"

Her purple-scaled mate peered to where she directed and nodded once, banking with her as he called back.

"I see it! By the ancestors, what I wouldn't have given to known I could land there last time!" Regardless of the situation, Spyro's ability to quip, even as he grew older, always filled Cynder with fuzzy warmth.

Therefore, she couldn't help but stifle a giggle as she retorted. "I'm pretty sure I'd have eaten you or something back then."

Her mate rolled his eyes before a cocky grin appeared on his muzzle. "The things you can do with your tongue, can't say I'd have minded too much!"

"Spyro!" Flustered, she floundered in the air, batting his wingtip playfully. "You flirt! What did I do to you to turn you into such a kinky boy?!"

He slowed, beating his wings as he raised a forepaw to his muzzle in mock thought. "Humm, let me see, you're the most gorgeous dragoness in all of Avalar, and you're far from innocent in the nest yourself."

Oh, he'll see just how kinky I can be! Cynder thought, gaining newfound confidence in her upcoming ambition as she surged forward, purposely flying with her tail right in front of him. The least I can offer him is a good view for now.

As she expected, her mate banked as she looked back deviously and wiggled her hips in the air. "You also forgot; winner of the sky-athlon, fearless guard capitan, and dragoness who was also the fastest in her class!"

"Haha, yeah, I guess I did," Spyro reasoned, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he swerved into a hover, wings beating hard. "I know you're fast in other ways too."

At the way his eyes narrowed deviously, Cynder only rolled hers and huffed. "Well, better keep up then, General Spyro. Wouldn't want me to make you look bad!"

At that, she took off toward the castle at full speed, hearing Spyro shout something along the lines of; "Cynder, next to you, almost every dragon looks bad!"

Oh, he flatters me so! She thought, warm butterflies in her tummy as she thought about snuggling with him. Whatever did I do to deserve him?

In the time after the end of the world, and she'd admitted her true feelings to him, their relationship had matured more healthily than she could have ever hoped. It had started off as simple snuggles, nuzzles, and nights under the stars in the time the world thought they were dead. She'd loved that year of nothing but the two of them, yet fate had demanded they return to Warfang. No longer was she to sleep in his arms under a tree or in the mouth of a shallow cave by the fire, but in the lavish chambers, they'd been given in the city.

They'd been heroes, and been treated as such, more like kings, in fact. Yet it was on the night after the celebration marking their return that the two of them had started something more. In their younger years, it had been simple, both she and him had been nervous about their feelings, been cautious. Yet as they'd gotten older, they'd wanted more. Almost every night they'd play with each other, she loved how he treated her, like his Queen, his heroin, and in return, she'd let him indulge some of his fantasies too. One where he was particularly fond of being the boastful hero, not that it was for anyone other than her to know.

Hehe, he's so adorable in the nest. She thought, recalling that even the times when he'd mount her, he was so gentle. Not to mention big in all the right places... Not that I mind it a little rough.

It was that fact that had drawn the dark-scaled dragoness to ask Spyro to come back to the fortress with her. She hated to admit it most of the time, but she could not help but feel some of her dark past lingered in her desires and fantasies. She'd never want to hurt him, nor do anything he would not wish of her. But she often thought about things in a little more extreme ways, more than simple neck bites and the odd claw across her hips. Sometimes she could only think back to the dungeons she'd had in her old fortress, and not the ones she used for prisoners. No, there were the ones filled with all kinds of toys.

Urg, he is going to think I'm such a freak after this, I know it. She couldn't help but harbor doubts as she glanced back at the purple dragon doing his best to keep pace with her, while not staring at her rear too much. No, he won't, he loves me, he'll let me do anything to him. He trusts me!

The sight of her mate looking so adorable as he did his best to be modest when it really wasn't necessary, was enough to spur her on from her uncertainty. If Spyro did not like what she was going to do at any point, she'd stop, and that would be it.

I just hope I don't get too far into it. I hope I can stop if I have to. She thought, a shiver lancing down her spine as she finally felt her claws touch on sleek stone. But that's just it! I'm not the old me, I can stop, I can love him, that's why this is different. I have to accept that.

Like always, she did her best to hide her inner turmoil behind a stoic mask as she folded her large, red wings neatly at her flanks and straightened her slender neck. Seconds later, there was a wing-beat to her left, and in a scatter of dust and claws upon polished stone, Spyro landed beside her.

"This place looks just as gloomy as I remember it," he commented, peering up as his eyes panned across the looming walls of spines. "Still, better not to have Sparx here to remind me over and over."

"You and me both," Cynder retorted with a huff, one foreclaw still rubbing her collar.

Spyro cocked his head curiously. "On what part, the castle or my brother?"

She shot him a sly look, and it became his turn to roll his eyes as his made added.

"It shouldn't be far now if I'm remembering things right." She started walking toward the fortress's grand entrance, beckoning him to follow with a subtle flick of her tail, and doing her best to put a sultry sway to her hips.

Spyro gawked for a second, before shaking his head and scampering to catch up with her as he assured. "Well, you do have a good memory."

"Don't you know it, little hero," she cooed, offering another coy glance as her lidded eyes met his stammering expression. "Oh, you're adorable!"

Good, I just gotta keep this face on, the confidant, sly kinda girl! Cynder thought as Spyro stammered.

"W-well... I try my best," he admitted, purple cheeks tarnished by a hot blush as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously with a forepaw. "B-but are you really sure about this?"

That gave the larger dragoness pause, and she froze mid-step as she arched her neck to peer into the gloom of her old fortress. Am I?

Regardless, she took a deep breath, pressing a foreclaw to her chest as it raised, then fell with her exhalation. Yes, I am.

"Yes, I am, but I'm also just kind of rolling with it as it comes," she retorted, reaching out a wing to rub his, and he smiled.

"Well, then I trust you," he admitted, before the look morphed into a smug expression. "I'm sure whatever kinky, castle sex you have in mind will be great!"

"Spyro!" she exclaimed, batting him with a wing as he laughed, the giggle inevitably spreading to her too. "Okay, okay, I know I have a way kinkier side then you... So why don't we get on with this?"

As she narrowed her eyes and snaked her slender snout closer to him, her mate merely blinked and stole a kiss from her.

"Okay, well let's do that, beautiful," he challenged with just as much wit as she'd employed. "Why don't you lead on, my Queen?"

She blinked, then grinned as she wiggled her rump in anticipation. "Oh, I will, my little king."

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The winding corridors, dark halls, smoldering green pools, and levitating platforms of the fortress were just as Cynder remembered them to be. Grim, foreboding, and really blunt reminders of her sinister past.

But isn't that the point of this? She thought as both she and Spyro made their way down a long hallway, the tapping of their claws echoing from the walls the only sound in the darkness. I just have to face my desires, they're only bad if I let them be bad.

She knew Spyro would love her no matter what, but at that worry, and as if on cue, the two of them finally came upon their destination. Just as I remember it.

The entrance to the room was a towering archway lined with spines like the sharp fangs of some monstrous creature's great maw. It was more than a little intimidating, to say the least, yet it was what lay within that stole their attention.

Of all the things time has ravaged around here, it leaves this place untouched? Cynder had mixed feelings about the whole thing, but it seemed fate was on her side, and all she could do was offer her mate a sultry grin as she swept over to a bracer in the center of the chamber. I can't pretend I'm not glad it's all still here.

With a slow breath of green flame, she breathed light into the metallic bowl, sparking coals that soon blossomed into a baleful pyre. The ominous glow illuminated Spyro's features across from her as he crept inward like a timid puppy, embers flitting over his muzzle as he regarded the walls.

This is it, I have to see what he thinks. Cynder could not help but hold onto a small ounce of dread as she followed her mate's eyes to the wall, and felt a tingle of anticipation go from wingtip to wingtip. Oh, I admit I've missed this.

Her rear shifted as she sat down, growing a little moist with longing as she picked out the features amidst the shadows. Harnesses, straps, leg bindings, and muzzles were just a few of the things hanging amidst chains, tight latex, and spiked collars. Many similar to Cynder's own loomed beside walls of clockwork sex toys and ropes. There were whips and clawed gauntlets, armor for dominating dragonesses and stages upon which to strap up their prey.

Oh, I don't want to think about what I did to the guardians here years ago... But now I'm different, I need it, but not in the same way. Cynder thought as her sharp eyes passed over a larger harness, one her mate was just old enough to fit into. It's a good job I waited. Neither of us would have been big enough to use this room when we were younger.

Nevertheless, Cynder shifted to face her mate, a grin half giddy, half coy, parting her muzzle as she cooed. "Welcome to my dungeon, Spyro."

The purple dragon blinked, sliding to his mate's side as he glanced at the vast array of toys. Meanwhile, Cynder easily picked up on his interest from his reaction alone.

Oh, he likes this idea, even if he won't say it? Having been his mate for so long, she'd learned to pick up on every detail about him, and the way his hindquarters were shifting now suggested as much. Not to mention that bulge between his legs... Oh, how I love every part of him!

"I-I... It's impressive... How long have you been meaning to bring me here?" he stammered as Cynder stalked over to the shelves, catching his eye with a flick of her tail.

"Well, I couldn't have done it too soon, that would have just been creepy." She paused before a harness, inspecting it like a masterful architect as she purred. "But now we're older..."

This one will fit him nicely. There was a jingling of metal straps and arcane workings as she delicately plucked it from a set of hooks and rotated it in her talons. Butt up, front down... Ready to be ridden like a horse!

She made extra sure to pick up a few more things along with the harness, coiling her tail around several toys and purple potions she swiped from a cabinet to the left. All the while, Spyro regarded her with a somewhat smitten look, his hind legs apart as he did his best not to look too awkward.

Oh by the ancestors, he's so cute! Cynder inwardly squealed, as she spied his scaly sheath bulge. Though, this should put his cock to good use!

She looked at her potion deviously, grinning as she slinked back over to her mate. It'll make sure he's good and hard for as long as I need him to be.

"Isn't this just like the stuff princess Ember uses on Flame?" Spyro asked as he jabbed a foreclaw at the bondage. "Is that where you got these ideas?"

"Oh please, Spyro. That prissy, pink scoundrel has nothing on what I can do," Cynder hissed as she wrapped her tail around her mate and squeezed tight, eliciting an eep from the purple dragon. "She's tame, we're more mature."

Spyro gulped and Cynder could not deny how adorable his trepidation was as she slowly slid the harness over his neck and onto his back, making sure it settled between his wings. She let him go and he looked back over himself, wiggling his hips and shoulders as he flexed his wings. Meanwhile, Cynder smirked as she ducked down under him to fasten it to his barrel, nuzzling the tip of his cock as it began to protrude, she herself, growing wetter in anticipation.

It's such a fine dragon-hood he has, huge, spiny, and all for me! She thought greedily, giving it another lick as it slipped free and her mate moaned, pressing his forepaw to her slender butt. Ooo, he is needy!

"Oh, Cynder... You tease," Spyro purred as his dark mate drew back, a sultry smile still plastered on her muzzle as she coiled the harness around his tail. "Gah... This is kind of tight."

"That's the idea, my love," she responded, tapping a button on the back of the harness and causing it to restrict with a leathery groan.

Spyro's eyes went wide as he gasped, his legs forced apart and his tail coiled up as he rolled onto his back with all four legs forcefully spread. All the while Cynder prowled around him like he were her helpless prey, clamping a metal bar between his hind ankles to ensure his legs were well and truly spaced out as she leaned down to nuzzle his hard cock. Face contorting a little with the sudden burst of sensation, Spyro looked across his splayed midsection at his dark-scaled mate.

"You are beautiful, you know that?" he told her, flicking his tail to rub her rear as she leaned back and did her best not to burst out like a giddy love-bird. "So what now, are you gonna just suck it like always?"

Cynder sat, folding her wings over herself like a robe as she purred playfully."Oh, I thought we should go a step further."

Her tail coiled around like a shadowy serpent, wrapping around his towering shaft and slowly starting to rub up and down as his moans started to echo, head flopping back as he gasped. "I... I-I... You know I'm up for anything with you... Oh, that feels good!"

His claws kicked and clenched playfully in the air, drawing a low chuckle from his mate as she continued to rub him lovingly.

"Oh, I know, my love, but I thought it may be more interesting if we make sure I cum first?" Cynder pressed a forepaw to her chest. "I am the dominant one after all."

"You say that as if I have an issue with it... You're always better on top," Spyro moaned, his hips starting to shudder as he came closer. "Urg... but if y-you going to do something... do it fast.. okay... I'm getting close already!"

His face contorted as he shuddered and Cynder rolled her eyes. Such an early bird, as always.

Nevertheless, the dark dragoness retrieved the vial she'd taken from the wall and crept low to his mouth, slowing the rubbing of his cock as she swirled the magical liquid for him to see.

"This should help you with that my love..." She looked back over his restrained body. "May I do the honor?"

Face still wrinkled with ecstasy, Spyro could only snort as he nodded, and his mate grinned happily as she opened his mouth, pouring the mixture in, before pressing his nostrils, and forcing him to swallow.

"Grrr, rough... You..." His words were lost as he panted, the mixture slipping deep into his body and rapidly applying an increased level of pressure to his crotch. "Oh... this..."

Cynder drew back, her tail starting to rub him harder as she pressed a forepaw to his growling stomach. "Hmmm, it seems to be working nicely."

"It... It's got a real kick to it... Gah!" Spyro winced as his tummy rumbled loudly, and it felt like there were someone heavy sitting on his cock." I... I..." Cynder's eyes narrowed as she rubbed harder and her mate moaned. "I can't cum!"

"That's the idea, can't have you blowing your load before I'm done with you," she cooed as she edged over to retrieve more of the toys she'd picked out. "Besides, it doesn't stop you from cumming, just makes it a lot harder." She smirked. "I'll just have to try my best to get you there."

"C-Cynder... Every time I see you in a bathing pool it's hard to keep it between my legs," Spyro admitted, making his mate desire him all the more. "Y-you're... hot... Okay!"

"Who says I wouldn't mind it if you rutt me in a pool like that... We're heroes, they'd let us," she teased before slamming his cock hard with her tail, drawing out a long grunt. "Hmmm, that's right, it lets you feel all the build-up, but keeps the climax just out of reach!"

"You monster..." Spyro joked. "I love you!"

"I'm your monster, now lay back, I'm only just getting started," she teased, kissing him as she slipped on a muzzle that left him just enough room to talk.

Spyro shuddered against his restraints, metal clattering as Cynder bound his wings with clamps and admired his bared teeth as she teased his cock harder.

Have to make him nice and ready for when I ride him!

"Urg, please tell me this isn't payback for that one night I asked you to let me role play your hero?" the purple dragon grunted as Cynder fastened his tail to his neck, leaving his rear exposed.

I'll make use of that hole later. Regardless of her mate's position, she couldn't help but feel a little fuzzy inside at his words. He's adorable, no matter what I do to him.

"Maybe a little, but I did like that night." Cynder's tail fidgeted. "You're better in the nest then you give yourself credit for, sweetie."

A blush appeared on Spyro's cheeks as his dark-scaled mate turned away. Yet as she turned back, his smug look faded.

"C-Cynder... what is that?" he stammered as his eyes passed up and down a draconic dildo that made even his cock look small.

Cynder grinned, tail swishing. "What, all those times you plugged me up the tail and you're anxious about me wishing to do it to you?"

Pouting, she put on a purposely emphasized strut as she waltzed around him, swaying her hips. "I just want you to feel as good as I feel when you're inside me, but this thing is for later."

She tossed the sex-toy aside and pulled out what appeared to be a clock-work plug. "I'm gonna use this first, maybe ride you a little."

"Is that what I think it is... You really want me to believe you didn't get these ideas from the princess?" Spyro asked as he recognized the kinky device, yet when his mate's expression fell flat, he muttered. "Sorry... It's all you."

"Talk like that, and about another dragoness, no less, and I should punish you," she growled, teeth flashing as she crept over to lick his cock.

Magically denied relief, Spyro could only twist and turn in his tight bindings, groaning and grunting as Cynder began to wind up the clockwork toy.

"You know what this is, Spyro, you know where it goes?" she teased, as she slipped over to straddle him, holding the vibrating mechanism to his ass. "It's going to make you feel good. Like I feel when you're inside me."

"Just shove it in then!" He barked through gritted teeth, jaw clenched nowhere near as much as it did when Cynder huffed and shoved the arcane-vibrator up his tail hole. "Gah... By the ancestors!"

"I picked out the best one for you, my love. I needed the best to match how you make me feel with this cock of yours." She glanced back between her hind legs, to where her sopping-wet labia loomed over his towering dick, the likes of which looked full to bursting point.

"C-Cynder... If I­­-I... I... make you feel this good... I... " She regarded her strained mate like he were the most precious treasure in the world as she wrapped a claw around his neck and pinned him down.

"Spyro, you make me feel like a Queen every time, now let me do the same," she purred as she started to squeeze his neck, obsidian-black claws scraping purple scales.

I need to face my darkness, stand up to that murderous instinct. He trusts me and I'm in control now! She did her best not to let her mind go blank and slip into darkness as she lowered herself onto his cock with a shrill gasp.

"Ohhhh, my love... You're so huge!" she moaned, as she started to lift her hips up and down, jerking back and forth as he did his best to roll with her. "I'll milk you of every last drop of cum, then stuff your hole with more than just a silly vibrator!"

She curled her tail back to make sure the plug was well and truly up his butt, patting his taut ass like it were treasure as she rode him like a cowgirl. All the while his efforts to talk were muffled into grunts and groans of pure blissful pleasure as she grasped his neck tighter, choking him.

"That's right, you're mine, just yell our safe word if it gets too much!" she growled, moving her hips faster as she felt his cock swell further. "You lovely, sexy hero you!"

"Y-you know I'd never stop you having fun!" he gasped, shoving his hips upward, inner thighs pressing her ass as he added. "I'm yours, my Queen, all yours!"

His tongue lulled from between his teeth, breath seeping out in long, strained gasps as she choked him to the verge of suffocation. She lost herself in darkness a fair few times, but as she'd desired, she dragged herself back every moment her past self tried to take hold. She loved the dragon she was rutting, and no level of corruption was going to let her hurt him.

"You like that, dirty boy... You... Mmm?" Her face contorted, muzzle wrinkled, and fangs bared as she felt herself growing close, each pump of his cock along her silken channel, his length on her clit, and she could hardly maintain her dominant facade any longer. "I... I... I'm close... My orgasm will break the spell... You'll cum right after me!"

"Then do it... Gah... I feel... I need you!" Spyro moaned with her, claws grasping air as she let go of his neck and sank her talons into his shoulders. "We'll... finish together!"

Cynder could not express how much she adored that as her claws added to the few scars previous nights had left on her mate. She rose up, feeling as powerful as she'd ever felt. Not as a general, a monster or a captain, had she ever felt so much self-worth, like she belonged, and that someone really cared for her. It was at that thought, that the bulging dam in her nethers finally swelled to breaking point and burst.

"Aaa, Spyro!" she yelled her lover's name at the top of her lungs, throwing her head up so far it was a wonder her snout did not grace the ceiling as she came hard, a virtual flood of cum erupting over her lover's cock. "I... I..."

She could hardly focus through the mist of pleasure as she felt his cock finally blast wave after wave of pent up orgasm into her ready womb. Over and over, he came, so much so, she felt the warm sensation of his seed fill her as much as the fuzzy feeling of her love.

"Gah... Cynder... I love you!" he shouted, as he coiled the free tip of his tail around hers and she arched her neck down, teeth ripping the muzzle from his snout to kiss him.

The two remained locked like that for what felt like hours, pressed together on both ends, before Cynder finally broke free of the kiss and panted.

"That's the hardest you've ever come, love." Her giddy expression was only met by a smug look from her made as he retorted.

"Well, You did make me wait for it..." He wiggled his hips, drawing pleasured sounds from the pair of them. "You... You did good."

"I try my best... You know how I feel about it, and..." She glanced away, that feeling of triumph within her challenged by doubts once more.

Yet a lick on her cheek caused her to glance back. "Cynder, if I make you feel half as good as this I..." Spyro winced. "I'm glad... But the vibrator needs winding up again."

She glanced back, claw on his butt as she purred. "Could just leave it in there, you've left your cock in mine for hours."

"Who says I was about to take either of them out any time soon?" he challenged, shoving upward and drawing an 'eep' from her. "I just want to feel it buzz!"

"You're a dirty hero, I'll have to get you a collar like mine." She stroked his cheek as she rolled her hips on his cock, wincing as it brushed her clit. "All that cum, better hope I'm not in heat."

"Could have fooled me, you've never been so lustful," her mate joked, then sighed. "Not that I'd mind if you were, I'd do anything for you."

She kissed the bruises and claw marks she'd made on his neck, licking him to make sure all was okay as she added lovingly.

"Well, there's always more of those potions where that came from." He looked at her, with that look. The look that she knew meant he was very interested as he asked.

"Is that all they can do? We should take some home."

Cynder sat up, hind legs spread over his crotch, cock firmly within her as her mate grunted happily. Yet all she could do was press a forepaw to her cum filled belly as she rolled her eyes and stated.

"We could, but if we did..." She loomed down and kissed him on the snout. "Whatever would they think if we were caught?"