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"Oh, Cynder! By the ancestors, you tease!" Spyro moaned, still bound in his tight harness with spanked butt in the air and tail forcefully coiled back over his arched spine. "I... I don't know how much more of this I can take... I'm so worn out."

The cool atmosphere of the forgotten castle's dark halls had been turned from foreboding to steamy once more during the hours the two dragons had been going at each other. From strap-ons to cuffs, cream pies to pegging, both Spyro and Cynder's lustrous moans, cries and yelps had filled the looming corridors like the wails of some ancient ghost cursed to haunt the gloomy place.

Yet with loins aching, clit buzzing and pussy wet as a river in a monsoon, Cynder was still not as sated as she'd like to be. Several times now she'd brought her loving mate here to her old fortress and treated him like her pet. Only a few times had she ever let Spyro be on top outside of their sex back in Warfang, and here amongst the dark halls, she was queen. Yet for what it was worth, she couldn't help but feel her methods were getting old.

She wanted more, she wanted to feel more and she wanted her mate to feel it too. It was no secret that, no matter how far he would go to make her happy, locking Spyro up in a harness every time was getting repetitive. Even now, looking at the purple dragon pinned before her, his rear forcefully presented and wings bound at his flanks as a loose muzzle covered his wrinkled snout. She could see the tiredness in his eyes. Not that he'd ever admit he didn't like what she did to him.

Oh, by the ancestors, I never thought this could get tiresome... But... Cynder's thoughts trailed off as she leaned away from teasing her mate's tight tail hole with a few little licks. I guess it makes sense we'd get used to it eventually though... Urg, ancestors curse me, I thought I'd be into this forever!

Even so, as much as the dark dragoness thought about her feelings towards the kinky play session, she considered the fact. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy her time with Spyro or that she didn't find it kinky. She felt more like she'd over indulged.

Urg, I just let my desires build up and then blew the load too fast! She thought with an outward snort. We should have saved these moments, not come here to do this as often.

As the dominating dragoness thought, she sat back, wet pussy pressed into the pool of dripping arousal that had formed under her as she sighed. Yet the sudden shift in mood was not lost on Spyro, as the pinned dragon did his best to look back, bindings, and chains rattling as he asked.

"Hey, you okay, Cynder?" Even through the muzzle, Cynder could see a look of concern on her mate's face, and at that, she didn't know what to say as Spyro added. "It wasn't something I said, was it? I do still enjoy this you know, I love any time with you. It's just..."

"It's just getting a little repetitive? Yeah, I know," she deadpanned, expression level as she sighed. "I guess I just got so into it, I thought I could force myself to keep enjoying it. I wanted this for so long, but now I have it... I feel like I kind of overdid it."

"No, no, it's not your fault." Spyro shook his head, metal restraints clattering. "I guess we could just... Try and find something else?"

"Like what, Spyro!?" the dragoness huffed, wings ruffling before she realized her voice was a little harsher then she'd intended.

"Oh... I... Sorry." She blushed. "I guess it just makes me a little mad that my body wanted something for so long, and now it's not letting me enjoy it the same way."

"I guess that's just the curse of desire," Spyro chuckled lightly, offering his frustrated mate a knowing look. "But really, is that it? Have we tried everything?"

"Between my dungeon here and your sex time back in the city, yeah," Cynder huffed, slapping her mate's flank. "Dirty boy got me all out of ideas."

"Oof!" Spyro let out a grunt, snorting a little smoke before he smirked and shot back. "Really, you have this whole castle and you've not found anything?"

"I'm pretty sure I..." Cynder's response trailed off as she glanced around, seeing the walls full of countless sex toys, the pedestals fitted with harnesses, straps, and chains."I guess I could take one last good look, but I'm pretty sure... Eep!"

The dark dragonesse's words were cut off by a shrill gasp as a rattle of chains heralded a strained flick of Spyro's bound tail. It's gold tip barely managed to whip her butt, but it stung all the same, and at that, she shot him a glare. Yet he only grinned at her mischievously.

"Oh no, the slave just struck his dark queen, better punish him with some new toy," he teased, wiggling his reddened rump. "I'm a very naughty boy."

"Oh, is that a challenge, little hero?" his mate responded, foreclaw elegantly pressed to her chest as she puffed up and ruffled her wings. "Okay, I'll try to up my game."

She barely managed to dodge another flick from his tail as she stood up, her own sliding behind her like a wet snake as she stalked to the walls, sharp eyes scouring the plethora of erotic toys.

Okay, let's see, there has to be something new here. She thought, running a forepaw over fanged flesh lights, lubrication talismans, and clockwork vibrators. Double dildoes, hyper cum potions... Whips, chains... Barbs!

"Urg, we tried all this stuff," she muttered through gritted teeth as she saw a teleportation flesh light Spyro had once tried to use on her while she was on duty. "Not giving him that idea again."

Yet as much as the idea of her mate's cock up her butt even when he was halfway across the city and she was trying to command troops made her wetter. It did not give her the same satisfying feeling.

Seriously, I feel like I just drip more than I actually get off! She thought with a grumpy huff, running her claw over the stone between the shelves. How can we have used it all so...

There was a clatter of talons as she felt her forepaw lurch and catch on a gap in the rock. At that, Cynder blinked and looked back to see there was indeed an odd mark in the wall. A mark that trailed upwards and curved over her to form a discreet archway behind the shelves.

Is this... No, it can't be, I'd remember something like this? Her dulled mind suddenly jump started and began to race. But this was Malefor's castle before mine, what did he have hidden away for his consorts?

"Hey, did you find something?" Spyro called from where he was still pinned, seeming to notice Cynder had paused. "I... Arg... This thing's getting a little tight."

Oh right, that harness is cursed to get tighter every moment he's not aroused! Cynder thought urgently, yet subdued her ambitions to free Spyro as she slowly turned to face him, eyes lidded and tail lifted to offer a good view. Don't need to show him I'm worried though.

"I think I may have found something, love," she cooed, offering her mate a wink before she turned back to the wall, and practically presented her sopping labia to him. "Just have to try and get it open."

Come on, Cynder, think, how did these old secret doors always work? The dragoness wracked her mind for memories of this place as she tapped her claws on the stone like she were cracking a safe. One tap, two taps, then place a paw flat to the...

There was a deep thrum of energy from the wall that radiated up through her outstretched forelimb like a blissful summer heat, before the dusty stone face shuddered. From deep within the fortress came the sound of ancient cogs and gears, before with a grinding of rock and a rumble of stone, the passage way before her opened, dust settling to reveal a whole host of new shelves laden with toys and potions.

"Oh, by the ancestors!" Cynder felt her face light up in kinky glee as the light of enchanted dildoes, elixirs, and collars greeted her. "Now, this is the real treasure trove!"

"Hey, Cynder, are you okay, what was all that..." Spyro began to call, only to roll over and see his mate silhouetted by the glow of her new hoard. "Oh... You found... More stuff?"

Cynder felt a toothy grin spread from horn to horn as she perused the new stock like it were fine Warfang wine, eyes coming to settle on a shelf of orange potions and a huge, pink strap-on.

"Hmm, interesting," she purred to herself, a talon on her chin as she noted the ancient runes indicating drake and dragoness under some of the items, as well as those for tentacles, eggs, and even other races. "I wonder what some of these do."

Yet for all her curiosity, she decided to keep her focus on the symbols she understood, and snatched up one of the orange potions along with the huge pink replica of a dragon's cock.

"I think I really did find something this time!" she announced, practically prancing back to her imprisoned mate, before she set the things down before him. "Now to deal with my naughty drake!"

"C-Cynder I..." Spyro's words trailed off into stutters, a mix of desire and trepidation on his quivering face as he stammered. "That thing's almost as big as my cock... It'll never fit!"

"Good thing these seem to have lube enchantments then," she giggled, posing herself so she could slip the thing over her rump, and reached back to fasten it to her hips. "You've been so naughty, you'll get nothing less than what you deserve."

"Oh no, my queen, what am I to do? I beg of you, have mercy," Spyro feigned fear as he wiggled his rear. "I'm not ready."

"Oh, my poor, poor slave, you know you must be punished." Cynder fell right back into her dominating act as she finished strapping on her new cock, rubbing her mate's tight flanks. "Now, claw at the ground and beg!"

"Grrr... No... My queen... I will be free of... Humph!" Spyro's own act was cut off as his dark mate straddled him, positioning the strap-on inches from his exposed tail hole. "By the ancestors, Cynder... Don't be too rough with that..."

"Don't worry, love. I won't hurt you... Remember the safe word," Cynder purred, wiggling her hips. "I have no idea what other enchantments could be on this, so get ready for some surprises."

At that, she struck forward, wings flared as she shoved a claw into the back of Spyro's neck, pinning him under her with his ass up, like he were no more than helpless prey. All before she resumed her dominating facade, and loomed tall over him.

"Now, my slave, feel the power of your dark queen, and know how lucky you are she would mate with you!" Any reply Spyro attempted to mutter back was stolen by a sudden yelp as Cynder shoved the tip of her strap-on in, before slipping out and turning Spyro's cry into a long, drawn-out moan. "That's it, just feel the tip."

"T-that was just the tip... Oh, my queen, you're so huge!" The purple dragon muttered, starting to pant. "Please, have mercy... My ass is too tight."

"Perhaps you should have thought about that before you wronged me!" Cynder declared, drawing back before shoving in hard. "Now, feel your queen's wrath!"

"Oh... Fuck!" Spyro's submissive slave persona was shattered again as he called out in sudden bliss, his tight ass forced wide as his scraping claws drew lines in the stone like it were wax. "So big!"

Yet just as soon as his tail hole was stretched like a blow-up balloon, he felt the soothing sensation of cool lubrication. Cynder had been right, the magical dildo was enchanted, and before long, he felt as wet as his mate looked under her tail as his hard cock shuddered and he moaned.

"Oh... My queen... I... I'm suddenly wet!" At that, Cynder shoved in hard, before drawing back with a wet pop as the dildo's knot slipped in, then out. "Fuuu... me..."

"You'll know how it really feels to be wet soon enough, my slave, now, quiet with you!" Cynder demanded as she shoved Spyro down hard, an odd sensation building in her as if she were somehow connected to the dildo, and that sensation was one of swelling pressure. "Oh... I think it's getting close!"

"Y-You're getting close?" Spyro balked as Cynder arched over him, her bared fangs mere inches from his pinned neck. "But... Gah... I'm not even up your tail!"

"Y-you..." Cynder forced through a grunt and a wince. "You'll see my love... Just a few more... Thrusts!"

Cynder seemed to lose herself at that, her act dropping as her tongue lulled. Just as she'd said, after a few more hard shoves, she forced her strap-on in hard, knot filling Spyro's ass as much as his cock did her as that bubbling pleasure connecting her to the toy finally reached breaking point!

"Oh, by the ancestors... It's cumming... I... I'm cumming!" she roared, no idea whether she really was cumming in her sopping wet pussy too as the dildo blasted an eruption of hot, sticky cum into Spyro's ass, almost as if it were an extension of her body. "Oh... Fuck... It feels like that every time for you!?"

Barely realizing what was going on until a few pleasurable seconds later, Spyro felt the warm seed of his mate's enchanted cock fill his ass as his own hard dick coated the floor in cum. He felt warm and fuzzy all over, like the hot soup packed into his butt were the best thing ever, and at that, he moaned loudly.

"It feels like this every time for you!?" He wiggled his hips and did his best to shove his ass up into Cynder's crotch, his flanks clapping her wet thighs. "By the ancestors!"

"Oh... I'll show you just how it really feels for me to come soon enough, love. Right now, you just take all of my cum!" Cynder announced, forelegs wrapped around her mate's neck as her hind limbs spread, and she shoved in harder, just as the last of the dildo's orgasm faded.

"Gah... I..." she panted. "I think it's out... Needs to recharge."

"I-it's not the only one," Spyro huffed, practically gasping for breath as he went limp and Cynder flopped atop him like a rag, the two of them still knotted. "That was so good, love... Whoever really said this was getting old?"

"It's not the first time I've pegged you under the tail, sweetie," Cynder purred through her exertions, stroking Spyro's neck. "But feeling like I cum in you, definitely adds to it."

"I guess we both know how it feels from either end now?" Spyro cooed, glancing up at her with a coy expression, but at that, Cynder grinned deviously. "W-what is that look for?"

The dragoness drew back, straddling tall above her mate's knotted ass as she glanced to the orange potion she'd retrieved from the hidden room.

"Nothing, nothing, just my plan to take this to the next level." she cooed, pulling free of Spyro with a wet pop, thick cum dribbling from his stuffed ass as she flicked his restraints and they loosened. "Won't need those for this."

The purple dragon blinked, shrugging off his slack harness and glancing at his mate. Meanwhile, Cynder scooped up the potion in a foretalon, grinning devilishly as she offered it to him.

"You should drink this, it'll make you feel so good," she offered, and Spyro almost went cross-eyed as he peered at the thing by the tip of his snout, before stammering awkwardly.

"W-what is it... Looks like dragon fruit juice?" He cocked his head as he crept closer, and Cynder folded a wing over his back, stroking his toned side, then neck, licking where she'd pinned him under her claws. "Is this like that one that stopped me cumming?"

"Something like that," she informed, lifting the vial to his lips, swirling it as she added. "I could tell you, or it could surprise you."

"Well, I'm always one for surprises from you, love," he purred back, nuzzling against her neck as she licked him softly, feeling the thrum of her slowing breath as he added. "I trust you."

"Hehe, then I trust this will make you feel so good," Cynder added, and at that she slowly tipped the bottle against his lips, letting the potion slather down his throat as she stroked him. "There we are, good boy."

It was like warm orange juice, only with the heat of something akin to whiskey, and Spyro clapped his lips, tongue rolling as he considered the taste.

"Hmm, that was kind of good, better than the last one for sure," he reported, feeling it worm its way into his belly, where it settled like a warm buzz. "Is that it?"

"Yeah, do you feel any different?" Cynder asked, taking a step back with horny anticipation, eyes scouring her mate's toned body as he stood there and lifted a wing to look himself over. "It should work right away."

"It should? I don't really feel any different." Spyro blinked, eyes focused on his flanks. "Did it make my ass bigger or something?"

"I mean, that's one thing it could do but..." Cynder trailed off with a shrug. "I'm not sure."

Spyro looked at her and grinned smugly.

"Oh well, my queen, looks like it was a dud, you fail...." His words were cut off as a deep gurgle emanated from his gut and he glanced back. "I... Ooof, now that one does have a real after kick."

At that, the growling in Spyro's belly did not cease, in fact, it grew louder, and with a sudden yelp, the purple dragon doubled over, clutching his tummy.

"Spyro!" Cynder cried, all thoughts of sex momentarily forgotten as she lurched forward. "Oh no, what did I do, are you okay!?"

"Gah... I... Oh, my stomach!" Spyro grunted, snorting smoke with a wince as his face contorted and he rolled onto his back. "What's happening to me!?"

The heat the potion had left to settle in his tummy bloomed through his body like the blossoming vines of a flower. It weaved and coiled in him, yet the majority of its tingling influence descended, constricting around his nethers as he was pinned down, all legs magically forced apart. The symphony of sounds from his tummy went on, as he peered down between his splayed limbs to see part of his chest start to smooth out, and many more of his muscular features slim down. Yet when legs and midriff became slender, his breast and hips bloomed, the latter popping wide with a crunch.

"Urmph... Cynder I... My... I think I... Need that safe word... Now!" Voice sounding somewhere between squeaking and deep, Spyro forced words through his contorted exertions, starting to pant as if he'd flown a marathon. "Gah... My neck!"

Just like that, his stoic purple neck began to grow longer, becoming as slender as Cynder's own, as did his snout. Yet the dark dragoness was far from focused on his head, as she peered in sex-stunned awe at what lay between his newly wide hips. His tail thrashed as it became whip-like, yet below it, his huge cock began to shudder, then almost shrink downward in a small jolt, spurts of pree expelled from its tip.

Oh, he's enjoying this. The dragoness observed devilishly as she watched the small, testicular lumps under her mate's scales shrink into nothing. He's not the only one.

She'd never been so wet under her tail just watching something in her life. So much so, she could feel the pool of sticky fluid below her butt as she glared at Spyro's cock, now only half its original size. All the while, her pinned mate grunted and moaned in a voice slowly morphing into one more like her own. Spyro would give the odd eep or yelp each time his cock shrank a little deeper, then a long purr as it slid down to no more than a small lump sticking out from a newly-blossoming slit. As the barbs and knot sank away, his pussy lips grew more robust, and wet dragoness cum replaced his spits of pree.

Oh... I... I think I just came looking at this! Cynder thought as she felt a pleasurable burst under her tail, the dark whip swaying behind her as the last vestiges of her mate's dick were sucked deep into his pussy, becoming a ripe clit. By the ancestors... I'm way more bi than I thought!

It wasn't really a secret to Spyro that his mate was into dragonesses just as much as she was males, all that really mattered was that she had a thing for him and no one else. Yet seeing him now as the transformation finally stopped and he flopped back like a beached fish, she felt hotter than ever.

My little purple dragoness. She thought deviously. Now she's my sexy heroin for a change!

"Urg, my head," Spyro moaned, new voice peachy, yet smooth as melted chocolate as she sat up and rubbed her slender skull. "I... My muzzle, my neck.... my... Voice!" The full realization of what had transpired seemed to hit her like a wall as she clutched her throat. "My body I... I'm a girl!"

"And a very, very sexy girl at that, my love," Cynder cooed, peeling her wet rump from the stone and stalking around her mate with the strap-on swaying between her inner thighs. "Such a beautiful, yet defenseless little damsel."

The dark dragoness grinned as Spyro did her best to look herself over. First, she rubbed her neck, its length now similar to Cynder's. Then her wings, ruffling like large sheets of silken gold. Finally, she came to the part Cynder had been most in awe of, her new and very wet pussy.

"My ass is huge... How do I get through a door with this!?" she asked, tapping a claw around her slit. "And this thing... It's like yours... It's so wet and... Ouch!" The moment the new dragoness poked a claw in, she pulled it back with a yelp.

"Hey, hey, be careful, love," Cynder suddenly intervened, breaking character to lean forward and nuzzle her mate. "Claws and slit don't work well... Unless you know how to do it."

Spyro blushed so hard it was difficult not to feel the heat radiating from her rosy cheeks. Yet as the new dragoness bowed her head shamefully, she muttered weakly.

"That's not how it feels when I want to do it to you, is it?"

"What?" Cynder blinked, then the full realization hit her. "What... Oh, no, no, no, Spyro, no way!" She felt a sudden urge to go from the dominant queen to comforting lover as she leaned forward to kiss her mate's longer muzzle. "When you do it, it feels amazing... Just shows how much of a master you are."

Spyro's blush grew tenfold at that, as her weak expression morphed into a small smile and dipped back into view.

"I guess, I just never want to think I'd accidentally hurt you," she admitted, then looked herself over, wiggling her hips, then tail. "I look just like you... Kinda?"

"Well, for one, those hips are not 'that' wide, silly scale. Doors will be fine," Cynder corrected with a giggle, drawing back with a rattle of her strap-on's harness. "And you look a little smaller than me too, my little damsel."

"Y-your what?" Spyro blinked in confusion, then pouted, muzzle scrunching in indignation as she grumbled. "I'm not your damsel!"

"Is that so?" Cynder cooed, lifting her head with a coy grin. "Either way, how about I teach you how your new cock works?"

"As if it works anything like a cock... It... It feels so wet and sticky." Spyro pouted, folding her forelegs. "How can you girls even walk with so much air between your legs?"

"Awww, poor girl, missing her big, masculine bulge?" Cynder mocked, putting on a playfully condescending tone as she stalked around to nuzzle Spyro's inner thighs apart. "Let's see if I can't show you what you've been missing."

She curled her tail round to gently lean Spyro back, her purple dragoness putting up no resistance as she lay on the floor and snorted a puff of smoke.

"Yeah, yeah... You're such a tease, Cynder." Regardless, Spyro couldn't help but grin at the idea his mate had actually found a way to do this. "How about next time you find one that turns you into a..."

The feeling of Cynder's tongue along her inner thigh was more than enough to shut Spyro right up. At first, there was little difference between this and what it was like when she was male, but as Cynder drew lower, and came to the edge of her wet pussy, Spyro let out a shallow breath.

"By the ancestors, that's sensitive," she muttered, looking down over her splayed form to see Cynder grinning at her needy entrance. "You feel that every time?"

"Yep, though I doubt I'll do you as well as you do me," Cynder confirmed with a slow nod, before giving another long lick, drawing a moan from Spyro as she added. "Just be glad you're not in heat though, that's like this times ten!"

"Oh... I..." Spyro's claws scraped stone as they clenched, Cynder's tongue exploring deeper into her pussy. "H-How'd you ever put up with that?"

"You see, I have this wonderful mate who treats me right," Cynder purred, her hunched shoulders rolling like some predatory feline as the vibrations of her voice caused Spyro to moan louder. "And he knows just where this spot is."

"Gah... I..." Spyro could hardly force out the words as she recognized the spot Cynder had started to suck on, before she gave her mate a brief moment of reprieve. "So... That's why you hold my head there so much!"

"Oh yes, your clit is so ripe, love," Cynder cooed as she drew back. "I'm almost jealous of this one actually."

"Ha... Even with a pussy I'm..." Spyro's cocky words were cut off by a snort from her mate, and another jab of tongue into her pussy. "Gah... Okay... You win, love!"

"Hehe, I know all your little weaknesses now, sweetie," Cynder declared, drawing back with one last flick of her tongue. "But how about we stop with the tail teasing and I show you how you really make me feel?"

At that, Spyro could only look up at her towering, dark-scaled mate in pure awe as she loomed above her like a goddess, huge, strap-on cock slung tight between her thighs as she edged it over.

"Think I could take it better now, huh?" the purple dragoness asked with a gulp. "There's definitely lube under my tail."

"Yes, that's how dragonesses work, love," Cynder purred as she wiggled her hips and used her tail to nudge Spyro's pussy into line with the dildo.

"Now, my love, let me fill you exactly like you fill me." She leaned down and nibbled her mate's neck, cock posed at Spyro's wet entrance as she whispered in her ear. "And hope I don't stuff little whelps into your womb while I'm at it."

"Y-you can do that with... Gah!?" Any worry, any concern, any feeling other than pure, blissful ecstasy was blasted from Spyro's mind as Cynder rolled her hips and shoved the dildo in hard. "Fuck... I... It's stretching me like a glove!"

"T-that's the idea, love!" Cynder snorted, face contorted and breath no more than a haggard pant as she started to thrust. "I'll fill you so full you'll beg me to stop!"

"W-why would I ever want to stop this!?" Spyro panted back, shoving her hips downward as Cynder's thrusts almost sent her skidding across the smooth stone. "I feel so... Gah... Vulnerable, at your whims...."

"That's because you are, sexy little thing!" Cynder hissed through gritted teeth as she clenched her mate's slender neck tight and pressed her muzzle to Spyro's in a passionate kiss.

The two were locked like that for a long moment, their hips still rolling with each other as she thrust and Spyro shoved up, wet thighs clapping as hot, dragoness cum lathered their crotches. Tongues dancing like a ballet in their muzzles, the moment felt like it lasted forever, before Cynder's face quivered, and with a snort, she drew back, grasping Spyro's shoulders tight.

"Arg... This thing... It's... It's getting close!" she declared, voice strained and shrill as she shoved hard and her back arched like a lioness ready to pounce. "So much pressure!"

"I... I'll say, it feels like a dam bursting every time I..." Succumbing to another of her new body's orgasms, Spyro's tongue lulled from her muzzle as she melted into the blissful sensation. "Oh... Cum in me, Cynder... Do it!"

"I... I... I am!" Cynder declared, shoving in hard, the dildo's knot squeezing firmly into Spyro's pussy with a dull plop, her passage well and truly packed as the dark dragoness bit on her neck and hissed. "So... Tight!"

There was a brief moment of the two locked together, before the bubbling in Cynder's enchanted strap-on reached its boiling point and erupted. In the same instant, Spyro felt blast after blast of hot cum fill her ready womb, the sensation of her silky walls stretching like taffy causing her to moan.

"Oh... Oh, fuck... By the ancestors!" she yelled, her hind legs apart as her tail coiled tight with Cynder's. "And that's what it's like!?"

"O-only if I'm half as good at this as you!" Cynder panted as she felt the last trickle of her orgasm expel into Spyro, then flopped over her mate like a rag, licking her purple neck. "Mmm, you're still so tight."

"Not as tight as you, I bet," Spyro purred at Cynder's loving licks. "The only tail for me is yours, female or not, love."

"As are you mine, love," Cynder assured, stroking her mate's chest as she giggled. "Though we'll have to try and find a potion that gives me a real cock."

"Well, I was always curious, may just have to wait until I get mine back though," Spyro admitted, and Cynder grinned.

"Who says that, sexy?" She gave a playful lurch forward, and Spyro moaned as hot cum squelched between them. "I like this pussy of yours."

"I can tell... It's orgasms really sap my energy though," Spyro responded with a yawn as she settled, stroking Cynder's back. "Maybe tomorrow?"

"Oh, I can't wait." At that Cynder could only giggle as her worn out mate slipped rapidly into a deep sleep.

All the while her strap-on was still deep within Spyro's folds, and she could feel every twitch of her lover's body.

He makes such a cute dragoness, though... He should turn back in the... Cynder had no idea when she fell asleep, but after admiring her mate for what felt like a gorgeous eternity she fell into dreams of the two of them flying together. My perfect...

"Aaaah, Cynder!" She awoke with a start, eyes snapping open as she lurched, the panicked voice of her mate ringing in her ears, only not what she was used to. "Cynder, help!"

"Spyro, Spyro, what is it? Are you okay, where..." She saw the blurred image of her purple lover bathed in dull sunlight from one of the towering windows, having slipped free of her cock in the night.

Yet, shaking the sleep from her weary mind, she asked. "What happened?"

"Cynder I..." Spyro turned, claws clutching at her body as Cynder realized why her mate was so shocked. "I still haven't turned back!"