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Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse

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CHAPTER 7

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Striding out of the Temple with a relieved sigh, Ember flexed her wings and rolled her shoulders. Finally, her business was almost done. She'd finished the appraisals. Now she was just waiting for Volteer's analysis of those pearly gem things. Sweeping into the air, she bit her lip at the cold rush across her wet nethers. At least today was more tolerable after a whole day of masturbating yesterday. She'd mostly sated herself, at least enough to finish her job, but she could feel it creeping back up, and she didn't want to be around the Guardians when it hit harder. The emissaries had left, but she still didn't feel comfortable with so much essential self-pleasure in the Temple. It felt...oddly disrespectful in a way. Following the forest trail, she glided over the stone bridge and landed by the small dome-conglomerate house. Peeking inside, she found that Cynder was nowhere to be seen, so she went over to the guest bedroom and retrieved her new toy, then glided down to the surface below to sit by the ether lake. The sheer power wafting off the lake was oddly comforting for her heat. It didn't stave off her arousal - in fact it seemed to heighten it - but it also gave her a better clarity of mind, somewhat. She preferred that to the mindless haze of sexual need. She could pleasure herself and still think about stuff, and pleasure herself she did, rolling onto her side and moaning softly as she sank the long mushroom stalk into her folds once again. Rolling onto her front and planting her hinds more firmly on the ground, she started to grind on the toy, humping lightly and letting the motions and friction against the soil stir the stalk in her loins. Purring in bliss, she let herself go this time, bouncing her hips and letting the impacts jab the toy against her walls. "Oh Flame..." she moaned out, fantasizing it was her mate's dick in her. She wanted to ride him reverse so she could reach down and play with his balls while he was hilted in her. Or any of the boys back home, really. Or even her father. Memories of her bonding time with him just a few months ago came back to her and she smiled gleefully, imagining that the stalk was the penis that had made her. That had been a special hatchday indeed. "Gonna..have to visit mom and dad again soon..." she huffed, then squirmed on the toy, mashing her engorged clit against the flared base and then crying out and humping like mad, her orgasm crashing over her in strong waves that made her body shudder all over and her fluids gush all over the grass.

Yep, here came her heat in full force again.

A strong climax just wasn't enough. Only a few moments later and she felt that incredibly strong and unavoidable need to keep humping. her hips were sore from yesterday, and the muscle burn was setting in again from this round alone. Rolling onto her back she grabbed the toy with her paws and started thrusting it wildly into herself with another drawn-out lewd moan, panting heavily and squirming, clenching so hard on the stalk that a few times her paws slipped right off. She was so tempted to head into the forest and find that one mushroom and stalk that had done so well yesterday...straddling it, hugging the taller mushroom trunk for leverage and fucking herself silly on the much larger shoot at the base, but the rigidity and upward curve made positioning difficult when her legs started giving out. But, she didn't want to cut it off either, since using the trunk of the mushroom did give her some nice leverage and different positioning that she couldn't get from this toy. Variety was the spice of life.

Too bad Cynder couldn't bottle that.

The black dragoness was roaming the forest again, once more humming her tunes to herself and masturbating with the curve of her tail between her labial scales as she swayed her hips to her rhythm. Spyro had been gone for almost a week now and her belly was now almost solely egg swell with hardly any cum padding. She needed him home soon, and was distracting herself with her search for more herb patches. Not necessarily to harvest, but to identify and mentally track. So far she'd found two new spots to keep an eye on with new growths.

Her eyes narrowed suddenly and her tail whipped away from her nethers.

It was quiet. Much too quiet.

She was near the border of the swamp, but she didn't hear the usual croaking of frogweeds or chirps of firebugs or whistles of sporebirds.

Something crashed and groaned in the near distance and Cynder ducked behind a low-lying mushroom cap, phasing herself into shadow. Heavy steps and a high keening screech sounded out, followed by more crashing. From here she could see a deep, long pit filled with thorny vines tucked between overgrown mycelium roots. Across the pit, a mushroom tree fell over with a great cloud of spores, and from the cloud emerged an enormous scorpion, grown over with barnacle-like fungi and mats of moss. Its quadruple jaw pieces indicated it was an ether mutation, along with the glowing eyes. This thing was overcharged from the rampant elemental power closer to the real surface of the planet. Repeating her hunting trick with the crabs, Cynder kept a charged bolt of elemental power in her mouth, breathing slowly to form it against her tongue. For now though, she was observing. This creature was on a rampage...but why? These scorpions usually didn't leave their territories, even when mutated like this.

The answer became clear as more crashing came behind the scorpion and a flutter of firebugs leapt up from betwixt the trees and shrubs, and a massive wooden serpent with two heads charged out and lunged at the scorpion, obsidian fangs crunching into its carapace. A horrendous screech blasted out and then died off into a whimpering death rattle, the scorpion's legs folding onto his belly and its foreclaws going limp with its tail.

Cynder had never seen this snake before, and that alarmed her. Was it along the same vein as Arborick, or was it a mutation? Either way, it was dangerous. It simply dropped the scorpion and started scanning its surroundings. It was killing for fun, not for food, and that made it even more deadly. Normally, Cynder would have directly engaged it with her shadow strikes and a gout of fire breath, but she had precious passengers in her belly to protect, and a strong maternal instinct was telling her to eliminate this creature covertly. Lacing her oral projectile with additional fire power and a stronger dose of poison, she waited for it to look away, then loosed her shot, watching it fly straight for the neck where the two heads met. It hit and sank in with a toxic splash, the snake hissing out and vibrating as the venom assaulted its nerves, but the fire power didn't manifest at all. So it wasn't wood, despite that texture? Or maybe it was just too wet. Unrelenting, Cynder already had another toxin projectile charged, and she poured as much energy as she could sustain into it while keeping it stable, wrapping it in Fear this time. The snake was fighting the muscular and neural assault to look around for the attack, but missed the second shot's origin, flailing across its whole body and slamming against the ground repeatedly in agony as the poisons quickly crept into its system. A third bolt caught its eye and one head whipped up to glare in her direction, but the motion had lined up its throat with the blast and it gagged, choking for air, the second head heaving for additional breath. The hunter knew where the assailant was, but it couldn't move, its body writhing in pain and slowly dying. Exhausted from the toxins and Fear blast, it finally landed in the thorn pit and started hissing again as its skin was impaled all over. Making her way out of her hiding spot, Cynder moved over to carefully make sure the creature was dying.

A bright yet dark blast of power caught her off-guard and she jumped back just in time to avoid a vicious lunging snap that would've taken her head clean off. She immediately melted into shadow and vanished. The snake yowled out when lashes and claws of pure shadow energy ripped through it from below, Cynder lunging up through its body and manifesting from darkness over it to spread her wings and glide down, watching it finally die as the sections of its body fell apart from her savage slashes. Each piece, including the heads, quickly shriveled up and crumbled away like decaying wood on a time warp, leaving four fangs to clatter between the hardened vines and thorns. Using her shadow tendrils she retrieved the trophies and stored them in her magic holding, then flapped her wings heavily to speed off to the Temple.

"Fascinating..." Volteer mused as he held one of the massive black stone fangs gingerly. They were covered in sharp edges, their surface pitted and the meeting edges of the pits forming incredibly sharp ridges down to the frighteningly honed tip. "Clearly constructed, I surmise you encountered a customized golem, hence the nullification of conflagratory efficacy."

"Should we expect more? I hate to think of how much disturbance this thing's already caused before I killed it. When I slashed it, it definitely didn't feel like a living creature."

"Indeed not," Cyril replied. "We shall have to research this too and compare sightings. I am not familiar with this hydra-styled make of golem, but I do know a few high-standing scientific individuals myself who specialize in countering the arcane arts of artificial animation. Surely they would have the information we seek."

"I hope that's all we're gonna see. I don't want my kids stumbling into the swamp if these vermin are at large."

"Quite, my dear, I shall head this venture personally."

Whether that was to puff himself up with pride, or legitimate concern for her children, Cynder couldn't tell, but she took her leave of them to head back home and rest up after the fight. It was a bit rattling to think that such dangerous creatures still existed, and so close by at that. Her foremost concern was her eggs. Landing at her door, she heard Ember on the surface below moaning out Flame's name repeatedly and then yowling out as she climaxed again. Rolling her eyes with a smirk, she headed inside to get some food prepared.

If only she had waited at the Temple a few moments longer, for Flame and Spyro were alighting on the balcony. Shaking himself off, the fire dragon sighed at the sight. "Haven't been here in a while...it looks better though, has someone been gardening?"

"Probably Cynder. I think I smell her, we should check inside."

The heavy stone door opened for them and Terrador greeted them with a dip of his head, the two mirroring. "Greetings, Spyro. If you're looking for Cynder, you just missed her. I believe she headed home."

"Huh...I thought she'd be training here."

"No. You should speak with her though. And Flame, Ember may be around there too. You need to tend to her." He left it at that with another nod and turned to leave, Flame and Spyro glancing at each other.

"Wonder if something's up..." Spyro muttered, Flame nodding.

"'Tend to', huh...crap, did she go into heat on her visitation? I'm gonna go look for her."

"She might have put some distance between herself and here, I bet she and Cynder have already met and Cynder's giving her a place to cool off."

"Cool. I hope so. I'm kinda worried now."

Heading out again, Spyro led the way across the mushroom forest. Once they cleared it and came to the stone bridge, they could both faintly smell Ember's heady scent, Flame smirking. He broke off to sweep down to the surface to follow his nose while Spyro continued the short remaining distance to his house, landing quietly and nudging the door open with a smirk of his own. He wanted to see if he could surprise Cynder, and her smell here was quite fresh, so she had to be home. Closing the door as silently as he could and slipping off the tarp bag around his neck, he heard her humming to herself in the kitchen, then breathing fire and getting the stove to whoosh up with a rush of heat. He quickly slunk over and hid against the wall, listening to her little custom tune and the sound of her tailblade rapidly hitting the cutting board with the telltale slightly crackling wet noise of separating fibrous root slices around the sharp edge. When she swept the pieces into a bowl, he made his move, coming up quickly behind her and groping her hips, making her gasp and then smile when her inhale revealed his scent to her.

"Hey~"

"Hello, love," he churred with a deep growl that sent shivers of arousal coursing up her spine, especially as he made familiar moves to start mounting her. Purring lustfully, Cynder churred back and stroked her tail around her mate's body, Spyro nuzzling along her back and nipping at her gently while caressing her thighs. He stood up and she spread her legs, his tip searching around under her.

"Did your vacation from me make you lose practice?" she ribbed at him, then squeaked when his tip slid up right into her tailhole. "Oh!"

"Yes?"

"Very yes~" she murred back, taking a step backwards to take another few inches. The purple dragon grinned and pushed forth, slowly, letting her get used to his girth again, Cynder arching back with a lewd moan of bliss. "Did you miss or was this intended?"

"Fully intended."

"Mmmm...what brings this on?"

Nipping between her wings, he curled his hips to press himself halfway into her body, making her groan out and shiver and clench around him. "You like it, I liked how it felt earlier...why not, right?"

"Then get to fucking me," she replied with an eager grin, clenching herself on his girth. It was a bit awkward for them both, but in a playful way, they kept at it, Cynder moving here and there to prepare a meal while Spyro kept sawing his hips with deep strokes into her tailhole. "Go ahead and cum in me as much as you want, I've been wanting to feel you fill me for a week now..."

"Oh you're gonna get every drop I have by the time we go to bed," he replied, nipping at her neck and making her squeal with glee and tense up with arousal around him again. "I'm not letting you off my dick until I'm empty and you're full."

"Fuck yesssss..." she hissed, practically drooling at the thought. Just like before, his fleshy barbs raking back and froth in her and popping in and out of her tight little anus kept sending thrills of pleasure through her, the fullness and stretch of his cock quite comfortable for her. It wasn't enough to get her near orgasm, but she didn't care right now, all that mattered was her mate was back and was in her body where he belonged. She teased him by walking across the kitchen area to retrieve some spices, Spyro awkwardly hobbling with her while he kept thrusting. "Mmmm...that feels so nice..." she purred. "Try going a bit deeper?"

"Sure," he murred, adjusting his hips a bit and pushing another few inches in. She bit her lip at the slight discomfort of his depth, but it didn't hurt like before, and as he slowly pressed in and out with shorter bucks to get her used to it, it felt less uncomfortable. "That good?"

"Perfect..." He settled into a rhythm of slow, slow thrusts, moaning softly against her neck. She loved that noise. Spicing the meat and vegetables, she set them in a stone pot and used her shadow to put it over the fire, then backed up carefully and laid down to roll onto her side. The twisting on his cock made his barbs rub her walls differently, eliciting a soft moan from her. Now that they could face each other a bit better, they kissed deeply and Spyro sat on the floor to lightly buck his hips against her, the two just indulging for a while in that kiss and the light pleasure of her tailhole snuggling his member tightly.

"Cynder..."

"Gonna cum?"

"Yeah..."

Lifting her nearest paw she stroked his cheek with a delighted smile, then pulled him into a kiss again, purring deeply and getting him to purr back for a few moments before he broke the kiss to give a small roar of pleasure, hips bucking erratically. She could feel his shaft jerking inside her with each strong, splashing pulse of hot cream all over her insides, making her shudder with satisfaction at the sensation. Craning her neck around, Cynder licked at Spyro's neck, making him tilt his head aside and purr. He kept lightly thrusting as he ejaculated in her, spilling all over the floor even with her tight grip on his shaft. "So what really brings this on?" she whispered. "You've got that look again. What's going on?"

Dammit, he thought to himself. "I uh...remember what the Matron said? About dragons having sex with friends?"

"Yeah?"

"Flame came along with me for the test and-"

"Lemme guess, you were so horny for me that you and he fucked long into the night," she interrupted with a playful grin. He balked at that and she laughed, making him wince as her laughter also made her ass clench repeatedly around his maleness.

"No, actually...but he did keep dropping a lot of hints. I wanted to run it by you instead of just taking my own initiative." He leaned aside and laid himself down behind her to spoon her on the floor.

"Awww..." she whispered, leaning in and butting her head against his. "Spyro, I don't deserve you." Settling against him more comfortably, she sighed lightly to ward off a yawn. "I'm fine with it, Spyro...at least to try it. If you want to offload some pressure in those huge balls of yours, I don't mind. You keep me plenty full enough as it is. Though, I guess I should admit that I wanted your input on... 'entertaining' some friends if you were gone. The thought's been pulling at me for a while."

"You need it more than I do." Nibbling along her neck, the purple dragon started kneading her with his paws, sawing his hips again as his dick hardened up in her once more. Cynder shivered again and moaned sweetly, huffing with the surge of arousal that ripped through her. His paws went down along her chest to her belly, the black dragoness whimpering in anticipation. Sure enough, his toes found her slit and she spread her legs and shuddered with a lewd gasp of delight, giving him full access to paw at her nethers.

"So...trying to figure out if you like anal sex before you try it with Flame?" she teased.

"I like it with you," was his only reply as he brought his paw upon her pussy and started furiously rubbing her while bucking his hips rapidly, making her arch back and shriek in ecstasy, cumming and gushing all over the floor in just the first five seconds.

Down on the ground, Ember was pawing at herself, back arched up off the grass and horns almost stuck into the ground as she diddled herself furiously, trying to crest her next climax, but she just couldn't get it quite yet, her toy laying aside for now as she let her insides rest a bit without it. Her poor clit was under direct assault from her paw pads. Rolling to her front she groaned as her paw stayed glued to her folds, rubbing back and forth, up and down, one toe pressing in and out of her netherscales.

Paws grabbed her hips, and before she could react, a very familiar ridged length speared right up balls-deep into her, making her shriek out and cum hard, spurting her juices quite forcibly against the ground under her as her insides spasmed all around the invading cock. "Someone missed me..." Flame churred, nipping at her back right between her wings.

"Fuck...me..." she hissed between gasping breaths.

"Gladly, babe..." he replied, wrapping his forelegs around her waist and setting his hindpaws. The poor pink girl cried out and almost choked for air, her mate immediately setting into a rough jackhammering against her rear, balls slapping against her clit with each deep hilting, lewd wet squelching noises echoing around them each time he slipped back out. "You've been needing this, I can tell..."

"Yuuuuhaaaaah..." she drooled out, eyes rolling back and her tongue lolling from her mouth, her whole body on subconscious autopilot, bucking erratically into his thrusts as each ridge sent sharp ripples of bliss through her core and up her back. "Flaaaahm..." she tried to say something, but it devolved into a breathy moan, a deep shudder coursing through her whole body. Reaching a paw down further to replace hers, Flame started diddling her clit with a toe, just the way she liked it, making her seize up and shriek again, another intense orgasm ripping through her and making her tight passage ripple and milk his length desperately for a drink. Giving in, he groaned out and bucked harder, then roared out as he reached his finish, throbbing powerfully in her and splashing her cervix with his seed. Ember, already drunk on lust and pleasure, gave a shaky sigh of relief as that liquid warmth started to douse her body's biological need for cream, the inferno of her estrus dimming a tad now that she had her mate's seed in her tunnel. Slipping out of her with a rude wet noise, he then quickly moved aside and ducked under her as she wobbled unsteadily, catching her on his shoulders. He'd seen a stream of water not too far away, so he carried her to it and helped prop up her afterglow-hazed body so she could drink. Gulping her fill, she turned to his unsheathed penis and immediately started deepthroating him for another kind of drink, Flame purring and letting her have her way for now. Stroking her head and cheek with a paw he smiled down at her, his pink mate smiling back up around his dick in her mouth and giving him a few good suckles to pull a moan from his throat.

"You good now?" he asked, to which she nodded and purred, vibrating her tongue on his member.

"Mhm..." Slowly pulling off, she then licked him from base to tip. "I'm so glad you came..." The double meaning was fully intended, and not missed, Flame grinning and puffing his chest.

"Gotta take care of my girl."

Slipping her paw under him, she gently fondled his jewels, Flame purring in satisfaction. Going back down, she started bobbing her head and suckling on his spire, purring on him. "Mmmmm~"

"Sure you want me to cum in your throat and not your vagina?" he asked.

"Mmmph..." she grunted, pulling off. Laying on her back, she grinned up at him, making grabby paw motions. Her stud smiled back and moved over her, and with practiced ease slipped right back into her nethers and started fucking her even as he walked up to hilt into her. Wrapping her legs and wings around him, suspending herself under him, Ember cooed out in blissful ecstasy while he rocked her, using the motions of his body to swing her along himself, balls gliding along her tail this time. "Yessss...fuck I needed you so badly these last few days...just...just keep fucking me..."

"I plan to, as long as I can manage." He kept swinging her, stroking her need along his ego, enjoying the adorable and very lewd noises she was making.

Up in their house, Cynder panted and flopped against Spyro as he pulled out of her tailhole, grinning like an idiot and panting while he kneaded her belly and she leaked his massive load. Purring, he groomed her neck while she recovered. "You empty?" she croaked, Spyro shaking his head.

"Not just yet."

"Thought you weren't gonna let me off your dick til you were."

"Oh I didn't say I planned to fill only your ass," he quipped, "but I also need to clean up a bit here or else you're gonna slip again."

"True." She watched with a hazy grin, basking in her afterglow while he used his water trick to scrub his dick and then start mopping the floor again, chucking the ball of water and cummy fluids out the window. "One day you're gonna hit someone in the face with that."

"If they're lurking outside the windows, they probably deserve it."

She laughed at that, then slowly rolled to her feet and lifted her tail to show off for him, Spyro making a second orb of water to clean off under her tail. He held it against her soft vulval scales for a bit, making her moan and purr as the swirling water stimulated her lips and hidden love button. Discarding that again, he came around and mantled his wings around her, pulling her into a hug, Cynder tucking her face against his neck and purring deeper with a silly grin. Nuzzling and petting each other slowly, they just sat there in the quiet of their home for a few moments. Pulling back a bit to kiss her forehead, he nuzzled at her silvery pattern. "Miss me?" she whispered.

"You have no idea..." he muttered back, trailing small pecks along her head and then down along her cheek, Cynder giggling lightly and pressing up against him for more. His paws found her belly again and started kneading her, the eggs much more defined against her hide without so much of his seed in her. "I love how sexy you are when you're big and round...but...I also like this...just feeling the eggs themselves..."

"Mmmm...but I do like being so full of your cum. The stretch makes the rubbing feel amazing..." Nosing up along his neck she started grooming him with her tongue and teeth, her purple mate purring deep in his chest while he felt her up. Locking their wingthumbs together, they fell into a passionate kiss, tongues dancing together while they purred back and forth. Pulling her upper body tightly to his chest, Spyro hugged her closer.

"I love you Cynder...so much...having you in my life has been such a blessing."

"Double for me having you..."

"Flame had an idea for us. Remember how I said he wanted to treat us to a dinner at Warfang? It's a bit hard for you to get there but he suggested we have a...double date, of sorts. Me and you, and him and Ember, we go out somewhere and have a dinner...and maybe some casual sex. Doesn't have to be a mate-swap if we don't want, just a time to hang out and have some fun together."

Her smile went from hazy and lovey to excited. "Oh! Yes! I'd love that! But where would we go? I have trouble just getting around with flying, you know."

"I know, that's the thing. He wanted to treat us to a dinner at Warfang as thanks for me helping him reunite with Ember. But, you can't get there unless we spend like, two weeks going on the trade routes around the Silver Grove."

"I could try to fly, I just don't have the stamina with the weight change in my body. The different center of gravity is so awkward."

"I know, hun. Not saying you can't fly, I just...don't want you stressing yourself out too much." He was going to suggest having the date after the eggs were laid but he didn't know what shape she'd be in afterwards or if...more disturbing news would be laid on her between now and then. He wanted to see about having the outing before she laid, before the news arrived. Something fun before the fall, if it was negatives. "I just don't know when they'll be available next, so it might be a good idea to do at least something locally here while they're both with us."

"Oh, Flame came to the Temple with you?"

"Yeah. He was concerned about Ember, looks like his gut was right. Could smell her all the way from the forest."

"Yeeeaaah. She's been...bunking here, but we've been cleaning the house each morning. The Guardians had some emissaries from somewhere and they could smell her too while she was staying there, so she asked to get away and come here instead. I think right now she's just waiting on Volteer to finish studying those pearls she brought."

"Flame showed me a few of those. They're quite pretty, I hope she gets the clearance to use them."

"Aww, she didn't show me! But I think she just wanted to deal with her heat."

"By the way...any news from Sparx at all?"

"Not really."

"Getting a bit worried...but then again he said he wanted to move mom and dad to Tall Plains, it's probably not easy for them to get there."

"Would he leave notes for us maybe?" she asked, pulling away to check on the stove and stir the food.

"I...don't...actually know. I don't think he can read or write. Unless he actually was paying attention to the Guardians when they taught me." Moving to the floating platform, he descended to the cold storage, wincing as his balls cinched up against his body. Grabbing a leaf-wrapped ball of dough, he brought it back up and started cutting some tiny pieces and dropping them into Cynder's soup to make dumplings. "I got you some stuff, by the way. Found some calymara spice, but they're having more trouble sourcing it with the plant's natural habitats changing from the fractures."

"Aww...can we grow it?"

"Not unless I do it myself with my earth power. It doesn't domesticate. Has to be wild. Dunno how that works." Sauntering over to the front door, he retrieved the tarp bag and shuffled his purchases out of it, Cynder peeking around the kitchen entry to watch. "Also got some...uh. What did she call it...taklak demona?"

"Oh! Demanara! It's also called Breathflake!" He brought her the leaves and the small bags of powder, watching her smell at the dried leaves. "Mmm...I can think of a few uses for this. Doesn't take much to burn your tongue."

"Also..." He went back and got the larger bag, Cynder following. She paused and stared when he pulled out the two pillows. "Seamstress was making these as sets."

Taking the black pillow with her mark on it, she stared at it in shocked surprise. It was surprisingly well-made, and quite downy inside from the feel of it. Poking it with her claw, it was definitely resistant. "They...make these?"

"Yeah. She said thank you to us, and wanted me to take it for free but I couldn't do that. Had to talk her down into accepting payment. Also, the young girl who runs the herb shop says you're her idol."

Slowly running her paw along the pillow, her mind whirled. In the setting angle of sunlight, he saw her eyes getting wet. Moving to her side with his pillow tucked under his wing, he hugged her with the other wing and leaned his head against hers. "I...I don't..."

"Shhh." Giving her a light kiss on the cheek he gently rocked her. Cynder hugged the pillow tightly to her chest and shivered, leaning against him. He could feel a confused aura of gratitude, hesitance, disbelief, relief, and a bunch of other things competing in her core. Rubbing her side with his wing, he just sat there with her and snuggled her. A little ripple ran down her as she heaved a bit and her face clenched, struggling not to cry. Why was she suddenly so emotional? It was...just a pillow... Lifting his paw, he laid it over one of hers. That simple gesture made her smile. Sizzling from the pot in the kitchen caused him to pull away, running the length of his tail against her in doing so and making her shiver again. "Hey, hun, what were you doing with this? Thickening, or just leaving it as soup?"

"Soup," she croaked out, rubbing her eyes with her paw. When Spyro came back out, he found her sitting at the table without the pillow, but a quick glance at their bed showed a small square of black with her pattern right at the headboard. Getting her a large bowl, he carefully spooned her some soup, got some for himself, and they quietly indulged in their meal while she recovered from her little episode. "So...how was Warfang?" she finally asked, chewing on a dumpling.

"Same as ever. Still trying to piece itself back together, still fighting over the Golem's corpse, still bustling with trade and making new stuff. I can see why Flame and Ember hole themselves up there. There's no want for materials. But it's also terribly busy unless you live in the upper loft complexes where the snots are."

"Egh."

He chuckled, almost snorting into his bowl. "I had to wait up there for Flame to avoid the mass clamor over my color. Some noblewoman got so upset when she saw my balls hanging freely with no clothes."

That cracked her and she snorted, gagging a bit on her mouthful while trying to laugh. "Holy shit! What did you do??"

"I just pretended she wasn't there and I stretched and gave her plenty of an eyeful."

"HAHAHAAAAAAHA!!" she squealed, rolling over. "Oh-Oh no, ple-please...please tell me she was a fur!"

"Yep."

"Holy fuck...what a dumbass, you don't- you don't live in the city built for Dragons and complain about anatomy!"

He laughed too. "Yeah, it was pretty funny. She left in such a huff, said something about my size meaning I had cancer or something. Which I don't, joke's on her."

Getting her a second helping, Spyro glanced out the front window in passing, wondering where Flame and Ember had gotten to. Sipping at her soup and still giggling at the thought of her mate flashing a noble, she rubbed her belly with a paw again. "So...about that test you went to. What'd they have you do?"

"Oh...stuff. And things. Gauging my strength, elemental abilities, checking to make sure everything's fine. I...guess we'll know the verdict when the Matron comes back with your analysis."

His sudden secrecy made her tilt her head at him. "If you say so."

Shit...she's getting suspicious, he grumbled internally. "Sorry...but it's still that stuff I don't know enough about to talk about. They keep telling me we'll get answers...and it's a lot of 'hurry up and wait'."

"Mmm." Finishing her bowl, she stood up and stretched. "I'll get some more started for Flame and Ember, if you could go find them for me."

"Uh...sure." The sudden tension he felt from her made his gut churn. Dammit, how much longer would they have to wait for that news?

The other two were resting by the lake when Spyro found them. "You two need some dinner?" Spyro asked, getting their attention.

"Hiiiii...." Ember slurred like a drunkard. "E's so sexyyyyy..."

Flame gave Spyro an apologetic grin. "I would but...I haven't seen her heat this bad before. I can get us something, don't worry."

"How big's your dick?" the pink dragoness churred.

"Middle of the week is usually her worst. I think by morning she'll be lucid enough to join at the table if that's fine by you two."

"Sure. I'll let Cynder know."

"Nooooo..." Ember whined, getting up to follow Spyro but too shaky from her earlier orgasms to do much more than flop back down.

"Easy, babe, c'mon over here..." Flame purred to her, spreading her legs and burying his tongue into her again. The distraction of pleasure made her moan out, forgetting Spyro for the interim.

"Hmmm...I'd rather they have something a bit more substantial," Cynder mused when Spyro returned and relayed the message.

"Could go grill something up and take it to them. But Flame said he could get them something. I...kinda think we should let him, for now. Ego thing."

"Fair point. They know where we are if they need something." Putting the soup pot away, she turned to him again. "Speaking of needing things...whatever happened to 'I'm not letting you off my dick'?"

Smirking and doing nothing to prevent his erection from making itself known, he nipped at her neck playfully. "I dunno. I am pretty damn tired from my trek. I might need to chill in the guest room and-" he trailed off as he turned and padded towards the guest room, until something cold and tingly grabbed his sack firmly, the purple male glancing back to see shadowy cords reaching from Cynder's shadow under her paws right to his nuts. Padding up to him, she proceeded to grope and fondle those pendulous, round, full orbs.

"Mine," she growled simply, before ducking her head under his tail and taking his slightly bigger left testicle into her mouth and lavishing it with her tongue. A low groan escaped his throat, tail hiking subconsciously and giving her better access to his sack. A light purr vibrated in her throat, teasing his jewel with the vibrations before switching to the other one, watching his heavy stone fall from her mouth and dangle and sway under its own weight before administering to its twin in like fashion. Letting that one fall free too, she started kissing and licking all over his scaly scrotum, purring louder. Spyro felt like his dick was going to split its own skin if it got any harder from her teases.

"Question before we continue..." he grunted out.

"Hm?" she murred around his nuts, only half-hearing as she gave in to her lust.

"Flame...kiiiinda wanted to see you...take me all the way. Do we...hold off on filling you to give them a show during the date?"

Letting him flop free from her mouth, she licked her lips as she considered it, ducking her muzzle under his balls to let their weight rest along the bridge of her muzzle, sniffing playfully at his sheath. "That...could be fun...but I really, really, really need you inside me. Right the fuck now."

"You could get your favorite drink for the night. I could fuck you til you cum a few times and then fill your stomach."

She gave an indecisive whine. It had already been a week since he'd last filled her womb, and she craved that sensation of him gushing and warming their eggs with his cream.

"That and it'd be a good idea to get into the habit of it before you have to get ready for laying. Maybe we hold off 'til the double-date, then I spend the whole night filling your womb. In front of Flame and Ember."

"Ancestors, Spyro, stop turning me on more!" she hissed, still unable to pull herself away from her beloved's bits. "Fine, whatever, just fuck me already please!!"

She squeaked when he whipped around and shoved her onto her back, but caught her with his wing to guide her to the floor. "Gladly," he growled, his deep rumble sending a heavy shudder along her spine. No foreplay this time. Spyro stepped over his mate and his entire length slid into her tunnel, through her cervix, and up into her womb in one steady stroke, his tapered tip nudging the eggs aside. Cynder clapped her paws over her mouth to hold back a scream of bliss, his barbs popping through her pussy, rubbing her walls, and nudging through her cervix sending intense jolts of pleasure through her core. He couldn't give her the rough fuck he longed to give, not yet, not with their precious cargo still on board, but he settled into long, slow, deep strokes, pulling his tip out of her and then sending it back in up to his hilt, not giving her time to adjust. One big paw came up to fondle her belly, making her squirm and moan louder under him, then it traveled down to her spread nethers around his girth, angling his paw aside to avoid his claws and grind the edge of his pawpad against her clit.

"FUCK!!!" she screamed out, arching off the floor with a roaring wail and a gout of fire against the far wall behind her. Clamping on his meaty girth, she bucked and quaked with lewd gut-deep moans of bliss as she came hard, Spyro grinning when he felt her nectar gushing and spraying against his belly in sharp waves until she settled under him, panting and gasping for breath. He didn't give her time to recover, setting his paws more firmly on the floor around her and setting into short rapid thrusts, barely moving a few inches through her but slapping her slit with his sheath with every thrust, making sure to rub against her clit with the top of his dick. Her hind legs were too shaky to fully wrap around him but she did so anyway, hooking them over his hips, pawing at her face and gasping for air as her core was assaulted with ecstasy. It had been too long since their last rough play. She loved and favored the romantic, sappy, snuggly sex, and the casual play, but once in a while the deep rough mating hit a switch in her too. "S-S-Spy-" she started wheezing out, but couldn't get any more to work before giving in to a quaking moan, her eyes rolling back on the cusp of another climax.

"Cum for me, Cynder..." he growled, nipping her neck and then lightly biting her shoulder, his hips curling sharply to give a strong buck that rubbed himself hard against her poor little button. Cum she did, screaming out again and bucking hard off the floor in erratic jerks, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave and drowning her in pleasure. Imitating a hose again with every trembling clench around his spire, she soaked his belly again, leaving quite the puddle around them on the floor. Licking at the indents of his teeth in her scales, he pulled out and then rolled her over and thrust right back in, pulling her hips to his lap as he sat back on his haunches and started using his forelegs to bounce her butt against himself. The poor black-scaled girl could only moan in blissful haziness, a doofy tongue-lolling grin of pleasure plastered over her muzzle. She kept trying to say something to him but all that came out were adorable squeaks and moans. She felt like each hilting was knocking the breath from her lungs, her body was so tense with her pent-up need for him. Her mate could feel their eggs stroking around his dick with each bounce of her hips on his. Bucking himself to keep her moving, his paws lifted her tail along his chest and he started peppering it with kisses and licks, then draped her tail over a shoulder to grab her hips and start thrusting a bit harder, only moving an inch or so but smacking her labia with his sheath and grinding her clit against his scrotum resting on the floor under them.

"FuuuuUUUH-" she squealed out, giving an all-body shudder and cumming again. Her purple mate chuckled and purred as he felt her gushing all over his balls, her hot sweet fluid drenching him with her needful scent and making their hip contacts wet and slick, echoing around their small home. Thoroughly blissed out by now, all she could do was gasp for breath and purr on the exhales. Finally, Spyro pulled her off his dick, rock hard and throbbing mercilessly on the edge of his own climax, and leaking pre copiously. Rolling her onto her back again, he turned himself around and nudged her gaping mouth with his tip, licking his lips at the sight of her heavy belly under him and her swollen, sodden flower just under that. Drunk on pleasure and lust, Cynder lapped eagerly, if shakily, at his tool and guided it into her mouth, purring around him as he walked himself forward to sheath into her throat. Diving into her muff, he continued his assault on her, bracing her hinds with his forelegs to keep her from accidentally kicking him off as his tongue delved into her depths, seeking all those favorite spots he knew so well by now. Her juices were divine, sweet and heady and oh so arousing, her smell and flavor making his eyes roll back a bit and a growl vibrate his tongue inside her, hips going on autopilot and slowly thrusting long and deep into her throat. Cynder purred in return, suckling on his cock as if it was the only source of water for miles. Her paws came up to cup his balls, bringing them forward to press against her nose each time he sheathed himself in her mouth, huffing hot breath against his sack. A muffled squeal rose up in her throat and her hips bucked again when his tongue stabbed at her g-spot, tail flailing on the floor with every ripple of her tunnel around his tongue as she came straight into his mouth. Spyro gulped down her fluids and gave a gurgling moan against her as it sent him over his edge too, filling his mate's throat with his rich, thick cream, Cynder gulping desperately and not missing a single drop, nursing on his penis and cradling his pulsing nuts against her nose.

Coming down off their intense high, the two huffed against each others' parts, unwilling to part just yet, his tongue swirling gently in her tunnel with lazy strokes while she continued to slowly suckle on him like a teat to get every last drop from his urethra. At last, Spyro stood up and withdrew himself from her, Cynder giving a soft gasp for breath and then churring hoarsely when he turned around and buried himself back in her sensitive depths before he could fully soften.

"Leave your penis inside me," she breathed against his mouth, giving another slow kiss. "I love feeling it throb in me when I sleep..."

"As if that's changed at all?" he agreed, gently bucking himself against her to let her feel his sheath snuggle up to her labia. Purring contently, she relaxed as he pulled back to start cleaning her off with his water trick, keeping them joined at the hip while he did so. When he finished, he held her to his chest with a paw and coiled his tail tightly around hers, and carried her under himself to their bed, hobbling on three legs but keeping her secure. It was a bit awkward, but they'd done this quite a few times. Finally they were arranged on their sides on the bed, Cynder closing her eyes.

"I love you..." she mumbled, sounding ready to pass out.

"I love you too," he replied, licking her cheek and then hugging her close, still lightly humping into her. Giving a soft titter of pleasured enjoyment, she nestled against him and fell asleep, letting her afterglow and relaxation carry her away. Spyro followed soon after, tenting his wings around her and getting comfortable around the swell of their eggs between them, keeping his shaft hilted in her for the evening. It was a bit early for bed, but they didn't care. They'd been parted for too long...a thought that nagged the back of his mind. Was this intense lust from their love...or biology?

Morning dawned bright, but red, threatening rain later. This time Cynder was the first one up, yawning wide and purring as she felt Spyro's limp penis still tucked inside her nethers. He must've woken up earlier and buried himself in her again before going back to sleep. "Mmmm...feels so nice..." she churred to herself. Gazing at his sleeping face, she smiled and kissed his nose, but then her smile flattened as she remembered why he'd been gone and his sudden pensive responses when questioned about it. She knew he wasn't cheating on her, but she still felt...suspicious, and couldn't really shake it off. He was always so tense now, and some days looked ready to break down. Deep down she could keenly feel something was immensely bothering him...so why wouldn't he talk to her about it?

Getting up carefully, she gave a soft moan as his penis slid out of her. Rubbing her belly with her wings, she glanced out the window at the reddish-gold glow of the morning. For once, maybe because of her suspicion, she wasn't randy and raring to go. Could also have been from her glorious orgasms the evening before, but even with such strong releases, usually she craved her mate's dick in the mornings. Maybe it was from having him away for that week...whatever the case, she slipped into the kitchen to start getting some food going for the day. Only when the fat hit the sizzling pan did she really wake up, her stomach pulling at her mightily. She was _hungry. _They'd gone to bed without a proper dinner, so Spyro was likely the same.

The purple dragon knew something was up when he woke up to an empty bed and no Cynder on his dick. His empty gut tensed with a need for breakfast and a dread that she might still be a little miffed at him for dodging her questions earlier. When the hell are they gonna finish those tests?! he growled internally, then yawned and stretched, not wanting to get out of bed and face reality just yet.

The smell of roasting meat and some light spices finally convinced him to be ready for the inevitable.

Yawning and stretching some more when he hit the floor, he padded out to the main area, finding Cynder just about to get things ready at the table. "Mornin'," he mumbled, nuzzling at her. She nosed back at him but it felt uneasy, which only further worsened the tension he was feeling.

"Could you get some juice from below?" she asked.

"Which one?"

"Doesn't matter."

Shiiiiiiit... he winced to himself. She was only this indecisive when something was bugging her. I need that info now, dammit... His gut was not butterflies, but rather a swarm of wasps. Stalling a bit, unable to decide which frozen slurry to bring up, he just grabbed one, paused at the lift, then stepped on it with a sigh and a puff of cloudy breath in the chilly room. Cynder was already at the table waiting for him, so he used his water power to mix the berry slurry into a juice, and carried two drinking bowls with his wings, pouring some for her and sitting down. Their meal was unusually quiet, Cynder unsure of how to approach the topic and Spyro absolutely dreading saying anything for fear of opening the floodgates. Appropriately, the air felt like it was getting heavy and ready for rain. Spyro hoped Flame had taken Ember to the Temple for shelter.

When they finished eating and he took the plates away, she still hadn't said anything or really even looked straight at him. "What's going on?" he finally asked.

"What happened for your test? You're acting weird."

"I already told you."

"Not really. You've got that look again when you're avoiding a topic."

"Cynder..."

"You're hiding something from me. Something big."

Spyro gritted his teeth. "Yes...and no. The problem is, Cynder, it might actually be nothing. That's why there's all this testing and analysis. If it's something to worry about, they'll let us know. If not, then, well, I guess I've been stressing for no reason. But...I'm caught in limbo. I can't tell you without more info to go on because I might be blowing smoke out my ass on it without knowing, and now it's a waiting game. It's...stressful. And I kinda wish the Guardians hadn't told me about it before all the testing and had let us just be innocent. They didn't want the potential stress...harming our eggs. And you're still in a stage where it can...hurt them."

Her angry frown softened. "It's...that serious?"

"...Possibly. No one can give a straight answer until they go over what they found. But you will be told when it's safe for the eggs at the very least. That's the limiting factor. Their safety comes first."

"I guess you're right."

"And you did ask me when I got back if I'd tell you when I can...and that's been my intention every day. But again, the eggs first. That's why this situation is so awkward. No one knows the truth of it but the possibilities are bad enough that the eggs are at risk while in your belly. There's also the possibility that it's all just a scare over nothing and things will normalize with a bit more time..."

"Normalize...?" He bit his lip, had he just said too much? "Spyro...does this have anything to do with Ember's remarks about not seeing any other pregnant females for the last three years?"

Dammit Ember!! he mentally hissed. "...Possibly." He winced at her glare. "I know, I know. But that's all I have to go on, so we're on the same page right now."

"How much longer until I lay, then?"

"I don't really know that either, the Matron just said you'll probably have urges to build a nest of soft things. I think from there it's a week or two. It's different for every girl. Some nest straight away when they first get pregnant, others scrabble something together last-second. And since the eggs don't grow beyond a certain size, some girls have been pregnant for half a year or even a year..which we can't risk with you since you have a dud and it could spoil, so if it goes beyond that few-weeks limit we'll have to notify someone." He desperately hoped the subject change would distract her, and it did, Cynder glancing at the bedroom to appraise it for nesting.

"Huh...that...makes a bit of sense, I've been wanting more soft things on the bed for the past few days."

"You're probably nearing that nesting phase then. Do you want me to build us a nesting chamber addition? I could do that in a few days if the Guardians don't interrupt me."

"Do we...need it?"

Shrugging his wings, he nosed at her muzzle. "That's entirely up to you, hun, you're the one carrying them and laying them, you're the one who'll be affected by the urges. I could build it and then you choose to use the bed as a nest, who knows, we can repurpose it for storage if it's not used for nesting."

With another glance around their small home, she huffed a nasal sigh of consideration, then nodded. "Sure. We might as well add that hallway you were talking about too, get spaces set up for their rooms. But...do we need individual rooms or...could they use a large shared area instead?"

"Like...a playroom maybe with a sleeping room on the side?"

"Yeah."

"Hmmm...we could try that...but if we have more kids right after you lay, we might have to start building upwards." Crisis averted...for now... he grumbled to himself. "Feels like it's gonna rain today though, so I'm just gonna plan it out before I start knocking holes in the walls. Again."

"Do we have enough room on this little chunk of rock?"

"Little? We can expand our house three times its size and we still have enough room for them to run around outside."

"That's not my concern right now..."

"Cynder...what's wrong?"

She opened her mouth to reply, but then shook her head. "There's...something you need to see. Volteer has it."

Nuzzling at her neck, he gave her a soft lick. "What's going on?"

"I...killed something in the swamp. Something that wasn't supposed to be there. A golem of some sort. Volteer and Cyril said they'd investigate."

A rush of icy fright shot through his veins at the idea that something so dangerous was so close to his mate and their eggs. He fought back an instinctive growl. "Where in the swamp?"

"Right at the border. It was a two-headed snake. Killed one of those giant mossy scorpions that lives there. Chomped right through its armor like nothing. And it wasn't hunting for food. It was just looking to kill. Not even territorial, that scorpion's territory was much farther in."

"Shit..."

"Yeah...the fangs were all it left so I took them to Volteer. Dangerous obsidian things strengthened with dark magic."

Hugging her with his wing, he growled. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that while I was away, I should've been here..."

"I took care of it, don't worry." She didn't want to freak him out by letting him know she had technically presented herself as a target when she checked to make sure it was dead. "Stayed hidden, sniped it like I do with the crabs."

"Good...but still. That has me worried." Rubbing her with his wing, he hesitated. "Should...we move? Again?"

"What?"

"Do you want to try to move somewhere safer?"

It was a heavy question. Technically, they could go anywhere, Spyro's powers made rehoming a more trivial matter since he could hollow out a cave or cause rocks to reshape themselves for a new house. But, the concept of a 'home' to her was also a general area to belong. Where did they belong? Right here was comfortable enough since they'd been partially raised at the Temple. Warfang or one of the nearby territories was also an option, but she hated the hustle and bustle. "I...don't know. We've already invested here, would be a shame to just discard it all because of a scary snake."

"But I know you're not keen on the Guardians whisking me away at their whims either." Which they won't be able to do if I really am a Patriarch...guess that's a bonus, maybe...

"Not really, no. But they kept sending for you where we were before. I do kinda miss that cave, but...it's nice having a place here that we made together. I don't really wanna give that up so easily."

Spyro nuzzled at her and glanced at the window, then squinted. "Hey...what's that?" Cynder glanced over at the window too when he pulled away to look. She didn't see anything until he reached onto the small sill and picked up...some kind of pale leaf?

"What is that?" she asked, peering closer. It looked like it had writing on it.

"I...can barely read this. It's too small."

"Is it a note from Sparx, maybe? How long has it been here?"

Spyro's heart flipped and sank. "Shit...hopefully not long, otherwise...fuck. What if he needed help or something? But why'd he leave a note here where we might not see it?"

"Dunno. Do we have a way to magnify it and read it?"

"Could ask Volteer perhaps."

"I don't think he's available, he's already testing those weird pearls Ember brought, along with the fangs I gave him." She perked up at that. "Wait, that's right, Ember's here...maybe she might have those eyelet things jewelers use for fine details?"

"Hey yeah...that's a good point, I hope she brought some of her equipment."

"She did say she was working on some designs..."

"Shall we go check at the Temple then?"

"Sure. I need to stretch and get some training in anyway."

Rather than fly, they opted to walk. Even with the growing clouds in the far distance, right now it was a nice enough day to enjoy a stroll across their yard and over the floating stone bridge. Cynder did a little test of trying to slip a paw between the floating chunks, trying to think of what a hatchling might attempt, but whatever power was suspending the stones also formed a fairly solid barrier between them as well. "Maybe we should make a fence, gate, and some guardrails or something here, just to be safe," he suggested.

"Might be a good idea. I don't really want them falling into the lake or something."

Strolling ahead and peering over the edge curiously, his tail lifted for counterbalance and Cynder couldn't help a smirk and a lick of her lips at the sight of his huge balls. Was it her imagination or were they bigger than before he'd left for the test?

Hehe...test. Testes. Testicles. Her mind spun and she shook her head. She had a sudden strong urge to present herself to him and have him rut her right there on the bridge. Not now, not right before her exercise.

Volteer was, as Cynder guessed, quite engrossed in his studies, and Cyril was away on that investigation he'd promised her. Spyro watched as his mate circled the dojo and then summoned a horde of stuffed fighters. "You good?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." One of them lunged at her and she calmly sliced it in half with a flick of her tail. With an amused half-grin he left her to her training, heading to the tunnels and spare rooms. With the emissaries gone, perhaps Ember had a room for herself and Flame without the embarrassment.

The closer he got, the more he could smell her. Yep, she was here. The rooms were soundproofed, but he knew which one she was in. After a few knocks on the door, he was greeted by Flame peeking out, breathless, the air behind him thick with Ember's heat. "Spyro, thank ancestors, you've gotta get me outta here," he whispered. "She's finally asleep but I feel like my balls are gonna fall off!"

"Actually, I was here to see if Ember could help us with something. I think Sparx left us a note but it's too small to read. Cynder thought maybe Ember has some kind of lens for fine detail?"

"I dunno, but I need water..."

"Alright, fine." Lifting a paw quickly he splashed Flame with a ball of water, making the fire dragon flinch and cough.

"Dude, the fuck!?"

"You said you needed water, didn't say how you needed it."

"I-" he started, then groaned and rolled his eyes. "Yeah I probably had that coming."

"More than Ember's had you coming."

"Dude please, no, it makes my balls hurt more just thinking about any more sex right now."

"Come on then. Go get your water. Why didn't you leave when she fell asleep if you need it that bad?"

"Because if I leave, she knows, bro, and then she pines and cries and I can't leave her like that!"

Spyro sighed, then held out his paw and formed another ball of water, Flame flinching with a wince. "Not gonna throw it this time. Drink up."

"Fuck yes..." The red dragon gulped heavily, sucking at the water ball, Spyro having to replenish it quite a bit as he went. Damn, Ember must have really drained him. Finally though, he finished and withheld a loud burp in his throat. "ThankFGLBRLB!!" he gurgled when Spyro pushed the orb against his face.

"Here, wake up."

"You ass!"

"Consider it payback for all the sex teasing on the trip. By the way, Cynder and I were also wondering when you two would be ready for your double-date idea and where we'd go for it. She's all for it. I didn't know she and Ember had already met before my trip."

"They did? Huh...must've been one of Ember's other appraisals..."

"Yeah."

"She never told me about that. Oh well. But yeah, it might...ugh. It might have to wait a day or two until this one's not hanging on my dick."

"Any chance she might have something we can use for Sparx's note in her bags?"

"Lemme check." The door closed for a few minutes, Spyro tapping his paws on the floor to listen to the noise echoing in the halls. Just a crack, the door opened again and Flame gave a rushed "Here!" and dropped something onto Spyro's paw.

"Flamiiiieeee~" came a slurred moan from deeper in the room.

"If I don't chafe after today it'll be a damn miracle..." he groaned. "I'll...let you two know later okay? Cya." Just before he could close the door he gave a muffled grunt and Spyro saw a rush of pink scales tackle him and bump him against the door, closing it by accident.

"Geez...Cynder might be needy but I'm glad she's not like that."

Heading back up to the dojo, Spyro cautiously peeked in to find absolute chaos. Straw and wood were scattered everywhere, most of it burning. With a flourish of shadow power Cynder spun up into the air between two hulking Ape general dummies and melted into the shadows of the floor tiles, then from her puddle of umbral power, thick spears lunged up and ran the enemies through, killing them instantly in a puff of sparks. Only a fraction of a second later she lunged out into a huge group of smaller grunts, beheading at least half of them with a single sweep of a large shadow blade from her claws, and then swallowing the rest up in a splash of dark matter upon landing, sucking them into points of nothingness which then exploded and popped them up into the air for her to leap after and slice with her blades and claws. A rush of the Temple's power caused a whole throng of dummies to appear and rush at her, but every motion was fluid, decisive, and precise, the black dragoness whipping around to catch some with her tail and blast others back with her fire and wind combined. One flew at her back, but she jerked her head back and impaled it on her horns, then threw the body at another one lunging at her face. It was like watching her in her corrupted form, but less angular, and more sensual, and much more coordinated even with six eggs swelling her belly. However, there was one key difference to her fighting style now that Spyro noticed - she wasn't doing her usual rolls, tucks, or flips, and her spins were much more laborious, even as fluid as they were. She was avoiding jostling the eggs too much.

Catching sight of her mate watching her, she gave him a wiggle of her hips and a lift of her tail with a wink and a playful blep, then turned that into a tailwhip to spear her blade right through another general's head, cleaving its stuffed wooden skull clean in half. Another one threw an axe at her and she simply arched her back under it with a sweep of her wings, then spat a fireball at the thrower, the orb of conflagration splitting into multiple smaller orbs that also exploded on nearby enemies, setting them all ablaze. Clearing some room around herself with a rush of her air power and a flap of her wings, she gusted back the grunts, then formed blades of shadow again and laced them with fire and lashed them forth. The grunts were cloven right in half, and those with shields to block it were set on fire. A few poison darts finished them off. No more spawned this time and she panted lightly from the exertion, then shook herself off and trotted up to Spyro with a proud grin.

"Very nice," he murred, looking her over.

"The fight or me?"

"Yes."

"You dork."

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah. It's easier to move when I'm not loaded with your cum." Giggling, she nosed at him, then noticed a glint held in his wing. "What's that?"

Reaching into his wing he held up a curious little device set with glass and crystal lenses. "Ember's eyelet thing you mentioned. I don't know how to use it though."

"You didn't ask her??"

"I couldn't! She was...not...herself."

"...Oh..."

"Yeah. We might want to follow up on your idea from yesterday and get them some food. I think she trapped Flame in there all night long. He looked like hell."

"Yeah. I'll go rustle up some grub, you decipher your note. I'll meet you in the garden."

Spyro took the apparatus and the tiny leaf to the Pool of Visions room and settled by the raised lip of the Pool. Giving a soft sigh of memory, he couldn't help a small pang in his chest at Ignitus's absence. If only the old fire dragon could see them now... Taking a few moments to gaze absently into the glowing Pool, the purple dragon's mind wandered. What would the old fire elder say about this current situation? Much as he was tempted to see if the Pool of Visions might supply some sort of answer...he was also scared that it would give an answer.

He feared it would show him having to fuck every dragoness in the world to preserve their kind.

The sheer logistics of that were impossible.

There were simply too many females in the world.

Assuming he didn't get sore, or sick, or dehydrated or the many other problems the physical exertion alone could cause, he could probably knock up seven or eight females a day, assuming time left aside for his mate's daily sexual needs.

In a week, that was about fifty or so females. Maybe an eighth...no...only a tenth, if that, of the Warfang and surrounding area population of female dragons.It would take him over two months to impregnate just the Warfang territory.

There were other logistical factors as well, especially travel. It would be very hard for a dragoness across the world to make her way to him just to spend an hour or so on his dick and then have to hike all the way back. Without better transport means, she'd likely be laying her eggs on the way home. Was that worth the risk?

Travel meant roads, and caravans, and that meant thieves and other malefactors. Logically, Warfang might be the best place for him to start breeding, if he had to...but that would mean moving Cynder there, and she hated the place. He had some minor PTSD after the Golem's attack, but Cynder still had occasional night terrors about it, one of the reasons he hated leaving her alone for too long without him there to comfort her and make sure she didn't hurt herself in her half-conscious panic. Which she had before. It was almost impossible to see now but she had a small scar along her right thigh between her scales where she'd gashed herself deeply with her flailing tailblade. That had been a horrible night, but thank the Ancestors he'd been there to bind the wound and search for Health Crystals. That had been when he'd found his trick to fabricate them. The memory still haunted him...he'd thought she was going to bleed out, and had he not bound her leg she just might have.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts of that horrid night, he turned back to the small written leaf and held the device to his eye, seeing only a blur of glow. "How the heck...?" he mumbled, looking it over and very gently trying to twist at various bits. The two lenses twisted apart along a very fine screw threading, and there was a tiny knob with claw-catcher ridges that could flip either one of them around. It was a bit awkward but he found he could hold it between his toes and use a free toe to perform the twisting to adjust the viewing distance. After quite a bit of experimenting with it and turning it backwards and forwards to figure out how it was supposed to be looked through, he finally got it, squinting down the barrel.

Hey bro,

Been a while. Mom and dad are fine, and happy. Apparently we have a little sister. She's even more annoying than your Terror. Told them about your eggs and they want to see them.

Tell Cynder thanks for killing that damn snake. It flattened our old home and took out our old playgrounds. No more frogweeds at least. We're heading out to Tall Plains soon, but I don't know when yet. We'll try to stop by.

Cya bud,

Atllawa God

A small, sad chuckle escaped Spyro's throat at that last bit. So Sparx actually did pay attention to Ignitus's lessons in writing. If only he'd actually practiced more, it was so hard to read. Wetness fell onto his paw and he flinched, wiping at his muzzle. He was crying? But he didn't feel sad...what was it?

Well, maybe a little sad.

Their old home was...gone, apparently. Thank the Ancestors they hadn't been there when that snake charged through. And he had a little sister now? That was...definitely odd to think about, especially being so much bigger now than when he'd left home.

Padding out to the garden, he found Cynder snipping at some herbs with her wingblades and collecting the leaves. "Hey...you okay?" she asked, spotting some moisture around his eyes.

"Yeah...I'm fine."

"What's it say?"

"Well...Sparx apparently saw you kill the snake. It destroyed our old home deeper into the swamp."

"So that note's not very old then."

"Yeah... They're going to Tall Plains. And...it seems mom and dad...um..." He blushed and rubbed his neck, suddenly feeling very odd at thinking of his dragonfly parents in a sexual light. "Seems they uh...got a bit busy after the war and now I have a little sister, technically."

The smile on his mate's face melted his grief at his lost old home away. "Awww!! How's Sparx taking it?"

"He says she's even more annoying than you are."

"HA~! Karma for calling me names. Now he's gotta babysit. That's hilarious."

"Heh...yeah."

Nosing at his neck, Cynder licked slowly from his shoulder to his cheek, making him shiver lightly. "At least they're okay."

"Yeah...I'm just...concerned about their trip. There are a lot of hazards between here and Tall Plains. Says they'll stop by...I kinda hope maybe I can escort them to keep them safe."

"What'd you tell me earlier about Flame and food? Let him have his pride. He knows the way."

"I guess." Stepping up closer, she gave him a neck-hug and he leaned into her.

"Would it be better for them to see the eggs, or the hatchlings?"

"Dunno, they get here when they get here I suppose."

"I just hope laying them doesn't wipe me out. I don't wanna be a sack of tubers again."

"Speaking of, let's get Flame and Ember something to tide them over. Flame definitely needs it."

He definitely did. The poor fire dragon was almost desperate to get out of the room, practically flinging himself down the tunnels and gasping for fresh air away from the heady scent of his mate's out of control estrus. At least she was coming down off it enough to accept food and drink from Cynder without underpawing more lewd comments or ideas. Spyro brought Flame's dinner portion to him and sat down as he ate, practically shoveling the meat and mushrooms into his mouth and taking huge gulps of water, Spyro having to replenish it quite a bit. "Fucking hell, dude, thanks for saving me like this, I thought I was gonna die this time!"

"That bad?"

"I think her being at your place must've done what your smell did to all those girls! This is fucking nuts! At least she's finally calming down..."

Gritting his teeth, the purple dragon sighed in frustration. "Yeah...it might have. Which makes going on a double-date pretty...challenging, if I don't want to send her back into heat again."

"Nah, she doesn't seem to be any worse after you stopped by the door for so long. I think maybe her body's getting tired of her heat and she's immunizing to you for a bit."

"Guess the date would be a test of that..."

"Sure. Gimme a day or two to heal up and we can head out. My dick feels like I have no skin left on it, oowwww..." True enough he had been waddling rather funny down the hall and was sitting awkwardly, keeping his balls or sheath from touching anything. "I don't suppose your health crystal power could help...? I mean they did give us crystals to recover at the test."

"Only doing this because I caused it indirectly," Spyro grumbled as he held up his paws, unwittingly giving Flame a direct line of sight to his own sheath and balls, a sight the fire dragon did not pass up in the slightest while Spyro formed another crystal in the same manner he had earlier.

"OW!" Flame yipped when Spyro chucked it at him and it hit him square in the sheath slit, glowing into his scales and vanishing with a surge of healing power. The pain of the contact immediately faded into such a look of relief that Spyro almost regretted the small jocular toss. "Oh Ancestors fucking yesssss..." he drawled out as his frame sagged. "Felt like I was bruised all over between my legs..."

"Never had it this bad?"

"Hell no, dude, it's been like she's possessed by a demon! Had I known she'd be this bad I would've stayed outside where I had room to run!"

"Thought you didn't want her crying."

"Fuck- Iunno, dude, just, this has been horrible...I've never seen a dragoness in heat this bad. At worst they're just clingy and overly lewd, but...this is madness. At least she's finally calming down enough to eat, thank the Ancestors, I was afraid she'd starve or dehydrate herself or both of us..."

The intensity worried the purple dragon. "May need to find a better means of communication, I think that's something the Matrons need to hear."

"Could it...maybe...be her also being near Cynder? If Cynder's a Matriarch? Some sort of like, biological competition or something?"

"I don't think so, but who knows right now. Lemme know when and where we're gonna head out, I'm gonna take Cynder back to our place before our presence spells your doom for the night."