Bliss
#5 of Spyro's Growing Up.
Hello again. Here is chapter five, for all you Spyro fans out there. Sorry it took so long, I always have trouble with the day-afters. I am purposly leaving descriptions of some parts of the story out, for the readers own imagination to conjure up, as that can do a better job than I ever could. Don't forget to vote guys, I'm gettin' some comments but no votes!
With a shiver, Ember woke. Still drowsy, and without opening her eyes she muttered '...cold...', and shuffled further under the blanket of leaves. She lay there, slighlty chilly, for some time before she realised something. Spyro was missing!
She sat bolt upright, looking around in dismay. She knew for a fact that there were several powerful creatures out there, who would love to get their hands on Spyro. HER Spyro, she thought with a fierce look.
She trotted out of the cave, and began searching her immediate surroundings. Suddenly, a purple streak flew down at her from the top of the cave. It tackled her to the floor, and she began to try to wrestle it off her. But it was too strong. With a laugh, she said 'What an entrance!'
As they sat in Spyro's cave, no, it was their cave now, eating the sheep that Spyro had been hunting that morning, they did not speak. They just frequently looked into each other's eyes and smiled at each other. After they finished it, and walked to the stream for a drink, they simply....flopped. After having eaten that much, they had grown drowsy, and were now unceremoniusly sprawled over each other on Spyro's bed, again, I must check myself, their bed, playing a smoke blowing game.
After Spyro called off the game, seconds before his seventeenth consecutive loss incidently, they were quite content to just lie there and snuggle. Ember, feeling warm and safe on Spyro's muscular chest, and draped in his wings and paws, was quite quickly losing herself to a catnap. Spyro just lay there, and let her lose herself. He was happily thinking of the next, on average, week and a half he had until a new villain popped up. He was quietly considering training Ember to assist him on these quests he had to complete. He always got a grin when he thought of what would happen if he did try to train her though, the effects would be disastrous.
They got up around about midday, and both decided that it would be quite lovely to take a walk in the sun-drenched woods. They walked along a path Spyro didn't even know was there, and probably wouldn't have known about if Ember hadn't told him too torch a certain bush and walk through it. Spyro carved their initials on several trees along the way, and eventually they came to a spring, which Ember told him was filled from underground, and was pleasently heated.
When Ember emersed herself in it, Spyro was still slighlty sceptical. His mind was changed when he saw Ember re-emerge, and he saw the steamy water cascading out of every gap between every sexy scale on her voluptuous body.
He dived in, finding to his pleasure that it was indeed pleasently heated, and wrapped his forelegs around her underwater. He locked her into a passionate underwater kiss, and they stayed like that until they needed air again.
However, that wasn't the end of it. They could tell that their bodies enjoyed that kiss, and their brains were starting to get cloudy from hormones and lust. Ember slowly paddled over to the side of the spring, all the while holding her tail high and shooting lusty looks over her shoulder at Spyro, who, as if in a trance, paddled after her.
As she reached the edge of the spring she leaned herself against it, and turned so that her back was facing away from him, leaving her whole front in clear view. Including a certain red and swollen part of her front.
As Spyro positioned himself in front of her, he was struck by the proverbial lightning bolt of thought, and a look of terror came over his purple features.
'Spyro?' asked Ember, worried. 'What's wrong'
Spyro lifted a forepaw to scratch at the back of his head nervously. 'Your not gonna...uhhh....I mean if I...inside..I mean...will you?' he finished, somewhat inarticulately.
She laughed and leaned in, whispering to him 'I have control over it Spyro, you adorable dragon. Nothing happens if I don't want it too.' This happy thought, coupled with the warm breath of air that had washed over the right side of his face as she whispered, almost drove Spyro into a mating frenzy right then and there, which was unheard of from someone his age.
As he drew back to thrust in, he felt a paw enclose his shaft, and groaned in ecstacy, closing his eyes.
'Hang on loverboy', giggled an amused Ember. 'I wanna try something different', and at that she proceeded to float behind Spyro and push him to the side, turning him to face her.
Laughing at the look on Spyro's face, she proceeded to slowly trail her head down to Spyro's midsection. She stayed there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Spyro's tense and expectant muscles quivering beneath her, before she could stand it no longer. She moved further down and grasped Spyro's throbbing dragonhood with both hands, eliciting a moan from Spyro's lips.
She moved her snout over it and looked down, entranced by it's somewhat sticky beauty. She breathed in deeply, partly for her own pleasure, but also partly for Spyro's as the warm and salty tasting air streamed back out. She pressed her lips against the tip, leaking into the water around, and slowly pushed it inside her mouth. It was heavenly. She was annoyed that she couldn't get the whole thing into her mouth, but with it's size that was too be expected.
She then proceeded to suck and blow in alrternating rhythm, swirling her tongue and using her lips like she was born to do it. As she was doing all this, she herself was getting more and more aroused, to the point that she was on the edge herself. Spyro was very, very, very close, but had a little more stamina than Ember.
Suddenly, it hit. Ember was assaulted by waves of pleasure as she orgasmed. Spyro was slightly worried that his mate might breath fire or bite down, but he trusted her. Instead, she managed to swallow the fire and simply fill her mouth with smoke. This threw Spyro out into the blissful void, making him cry out her name as he came in her mouth, that was still filled with the smoke that had assaulted his nervous system so ruthlessly.
Ember swallowed what she could, but could not keep up and eventually had to let him out of her mouth. She couldn't quite place the taste of it, it seemed like nothing and everything at once, although it was slightly electric to her touch.
As they smiled and laughed at each other, they began to clean themselves off, in a different, less messy part of the pool. They proceeded to walk a bit more, before Spyro showed Ember his own secret of the forest, which turned out to be a clearing in the tress, not huge but comfortable, carpeted by soft leaves and grasses. They stayed there for some time, sharing passionate kisses and simply lying, wrapped in each other's embrace. As they made their uneventful way back to the cave, they were both wishing that their time together would never end.
Never end.