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Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse

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CHAPTER 10

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Yawning and stretching, Cynder carefully rolled over in the nest and nuzzled against a particular rug that smelled more strongly of Spyro. Purring to herself, she drifted off to sleep again. The purple dragon in question was outside hunting. So far he'd netted several geese, a deer, and a large scorpion. The scorpion was more for preserving and selling off than for food, but the extra coin was always welcome with six mouths incoming.

Icing the carcasses, he took them back home and stored them in the underground cooling room, then went outside again to continue his work on expanding the house some more. Cynder snapped awake and growled to herself when she heard the echoes of him placing rocks atop each other. She couldn't really fault him, it had to get done, but at the same time she was getting cranky with all the naps she found herself taking. "Ugh...I need to get outta here..." she grumbled, rubbing her heavy belly and nosing at herself to feel the eggshells within. "Come on, little ones, please...I wanna see you so much..." Propping herself up on some pillows, she lazily, sleepily started petting and rubbing her middle, feeling the eggs under her pawpads. So close... at least her depressive spells had stopped, for now, but she still felt guilty about how she'd treated Spyro that day of nest construction. At least he tolerated her. Sighing softly, she nuzzled at her belly again, purring softly. "Can't wait to finally see you..."

Spyro was still laying out the additional rooms and measuring how wide they should be when he heard wings approaching. Glancing up, he suddenly realized it was almost evening now. Damn, where had the day gone already?! And in came none other than the Matron and her magic-studying sister. "Oh!" Spyro yelped, rubbing his paws together frantically to knock off the dirt and dust of his work. "I thought the Guardians would tell us you were coming!"

"They did attempt it, but you were out hunting and Cynder was fast asleep. We were at the Temple to speak with Flame and Ember for a bit regarding Flame's tests, and decided to stop by ourselves after that chat. If you don't mind, I think it best they join us, since he was a part of this by proxy and Ember was affected."

"I...guess that's fair, yeah. I kinda already had to confide in Flame about the stuff going on..."

"I surmised as much when you told me Flame had a suggestion," the magess responded with a nod. "They will be joining us here shortly when they...finish."

"Ugh..." Spyro facepawed and the two old ladies tittered a bit to themselves. "Alright. Do I need to get Cynder ready or... well, I should check on her anyway, I've been out here all day and haven't had anything to eat myself."

"Don't stress too much on our behalf, we ate heartily before our arrival."

Spyro's heart was pounding in his chest and butterflies were more like razorflies leaving tingling cuts all over his gut. He felt a bit dizzy too with how his pulse was racing.

This was it.

The plunge of knowledge.

Deep down, he felt he knew what they were going to say...but the dread of actually hearing it made him feel a little sick.

Snacking on some fruits from cold storage, he peeked in on Cynder to find her still propped up and fawning on her gravid swell. "Hey..." he whispered, snapping her out of her trance.

"Hey...how late is it now?"

"Almost evening. We have visitors." His serious tone made her sit up properly. "It's...time."

His hesitance was tangible, and she carefully stepped out of the nest and padded over to him, nosing along his neck. "You okay?"

"No...I'm...I'm scared of what they'll say..." Scared for your sake more than mine... he mentally added.

Her paw laid over his. "Didn't you tell me we're in this together?"

"Yes...but..." With a shaky sigh, he shook his head. "Nevermind. Just...promise me you won't..."

"I won't...what?" she asked, becoming more and more nervous.

"Promise you won't take it hard if it's as bad as I'm scared it will be..." he choked out. "I don't want to lose you."

She'd had her suspicions, but to see him starting to break after so long of bottling this situation up...it gave her pause, making her a bit scared herself of just how heavy the gravity of the problem might actually be. Leaning against him, she sighed. "You told me you're here for me...and I'm here for you. I chose you when we were about to die, after all."

His eyes searched hers and she saw a deeper worry. "Don't let it affect your problems you had earlier, Cynder...your self-doubt. That's...what scares me the most. I don't want this news to undo all the progress we've made together, all the happiness we've woven."

"...Is it that bad...?"

"I wish I knew, and it's what I'm scared of."

Giving him a soft kiss, she licked his nose. "Then let's get it over with. Together."

By the time they had steeled themselves to go back outside, Flame and Ember had arrived, and the two elder dragons were sitting with them in Spyro and Cynder's little grilling area. Spyro brought out some bread slices, bowls of juice, and some preserved meats to snack on. Cynder added her own little touch, busying herself with slicing up bits and pieces and putting them on skewers for variety. Finally, they were ready, and Spyro looked like a wreck. Ember was very confused, and Cynder was worried, but Flame was also scared and pensive, his tail wrapped around Ember's in a grip tighter than usual.

"It was unexpected, but I do wish to thank Flame and Ember for joining us for this and offering support as they have so far." The Matron cleared her throat. "There...is really no easy way to put any of this, so I will outline it first. Spyro has already been given the basics."

He had to fight the urge to repeat the "I wish you hadn't" that he'd given the Guardians earlier.

Shifting her overly thick glasses, her sister held up a magic book, flipping it open as it hovered in the air, casting up a glowing image of Spyro and Cynder fighting Malefor in the core. "When Malefor was finally, fully slain, he was pulled into the Core itself by unknown means, but his presence in the world is now only as a spirit, one among the ethers as all our ancestors. But...his defeat was not completely without consequence. His fell magical powers he had accrued are partly to blame for the world remaining as shattered as it is. And...by his own design or by accident, we cannot tell, he had some latent curses ejected from his body. The first...was one of his ancient plans for dominion. A spell so powerful it could leach virility from all male dragons across the planet, leaving him a supreme breeder, the only father of the next generation. Through this he would force nations to bend knee to his whims if they desired children, and every dragoness in the world would effectively belong to him. The second curse was, perhaps, of a self-defensive plan that went awry or was forgotten, but it was supposed to lash out at anyone nearby should his life be ended, so that no warrior could walk away with a victory against him."

Cynder's blood ran cold at the implication. "...Wait...You can't mean..."

Ignoring her for now, she flipped the page and the graphic showed the planet being time-reversed by a purple aura, all its shards being pulled together. "Spyro's Time Fury in the core undid the dire magic of the Ring of Fire, and more or less repaired the planet. But...it was also the means by which the first curse was, for the first time in history, fully completed. It rode on Spyro's power to envelop the planet, then returned to him when he relinquished his control. Malefor's curse, at that moment, siphoned the virility from every male dragon on the planet and granted it to Spyro."

Ember and Cynder were frozen in horrified shock, and Flame gulped, his pulse racing. Spyro just cringed at the confirmation.

"This is why there have been no eggs since the war. Spyro is, right now, the only male on the planet capable of siring eggs. We have tested semen samples from all over the world, each year, and found the same issue. Impotent sperm. They cannot fertilize a female's eggs. And to date there has been no noticeable recovery."

"But Spyro and I were together, wouldn't it have affected me too?!" Cynder barked.

"It could have, yes, which was our primary reason for your examination. But there is more to it than all this. At random through history, there have been several cases of Patriarch and Matriarch dragons. Individuals with higher than normal breeding capacity. Males with extremely strong and virile semen, high ejaculation volume, and incredibly swift recovery time. Females capable of bearing multiple eggs at once, and much more swiftly than the average girl, and even a few who could continue to get pregnant while already bearing eggs." Cynder felt her head swimming. "These are natural occurrences that I speak of, mind you. They have certain genetic and structural hallmarks in the body. Be it luck or fate, Cynder, you are naturally a Matriarch. What kind, will remain to be seen as you mature further. But trust me, young one, it had nothing at all to do with Malefor's curses. That was what I was checking for. You have no dark power connections on that front. Spyro, however, is a Patriarch now, but not by nature. Or, perhaps, by natural adaptation, but the impetus was the curse."

"Fuck..." Spyro moaned, pawing at his face.

"However, I do have to stress that while the siphoning and curse affixation were immediate, their manifestation was not until the last year or so. Until then they were completely dormant, gaining power to awaken. So, to head off concerns, no, Cynder, they could not have affected your decision to engage in partnership with Spyro. The curse existed but was far too weak to be of any influence. And, the power they feed off of is lust, but so far as we can tell, the curses do not reach out beyond Spyro's body, by design of the Dark One to prevent others from being affected and using it against him. He is, essentially, a prison for the power."

"So I'm not gonna become a breeder by being near him?" Flame asked.

"No."

Eyes were on Spyro and Cynder, the black dragoness staring into space in shock and Spyro staring at the ground. Finally, Cynder coughed and choked a bit on her saliva, hacking and growling to herself. "Fucking dammit...what the actual fuck..."

"What are your thoughts so far on this, Cynder?" the magess asked. "We are here to answer questions you may have."

"How...how long was any of this known?"

"Known...only as long as you've been pregnant, unfortunately. Your eggs were the final revelation that pieced it all together, but have also been the most important obstacle against you coming to know this information due to the stress. We couldn't risk your eggs, but you getting pregnant at all was the final straw of indication. Up until then, we'd had our doubts and suspicions. I have been delving as far into history as I can reach regarding the Dark Master's studies of magic, and those of his masters. As Spyro already knows, there was a distant ancestor of Gaul that desired to subjugate dragons using this same power, stripping males of their potency and granting it to himself and his tribe so they would be the only ones able to reproduce, and thereby take over the lands. However, he never fully finished the curse, as he needed a conveyance for the dark power and never found a worldwide, effective medium. Malefor, too, dabbled heavily in this dark art, and our ancestors feared it would be for the same reason. However, he too failed to find a planetary conveyance method. I do not think he planned to curse Spyro, but the Time Fury was, in the end, the final key to their puzzle. It saved the world but...also laid that curse."

The silence was so tangible it was almost paralytic. Ember was the first to break it this time. "And...how...how was I affected?"

"By proxy to Spyro's abode, where his Patriarch pheromones have been heavily laced. Cynder, by virtue of being a Matriarch, is largely immune to them, but your reaction showed us that he is producing them and will need to learn to control them. His pheromones sent you into an estrus cycle far more powerful than any you've had before."

"Y-yeah..." she whimpered, blushing a bit. "But...we went on a date shortly after my heat ended? Why didn't I react to that?"

"The body wears out on it after a while. However...if he were to mate with you...it would likely directly force your body to go into heat again. Being near a Patriarch's pheromones induces a fast and strong estrus reaction, but the body does need recovery time from that."

"But...he could get me pregnant?"

The two elders both nodded. "The ability of a Patriarch is one of breeding. Any female he mounts will be sent into heat, and the potency of his semen is practically guaranteed to impregnate."

Flame's paws clenched. "So...it wasn't bad timing or...Ember not being ready...it's because I can't be a father."

"Sadly, yes."

Spyro opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a hoarse rasp. Taking a sip of juice to try to wet his dry throat, he coughed a few times. "Is...please tell me there's some good news in all this..."

"Does this mean Spyro has to go breeding the entire world?" Cynder asked.

The old dragons glanced at each other. "It...might. But right now, we are working on various possible methods to mitigate the effort. We are well aware of Spyro's singular devotion to you, and the prospect of breeding other females has had him badly rattled and conflicted."

"Ya think...?" he growled under his breath. Cynder reached over and held his paw.

"However, he may not have to. If the four of you are amenable to it, we would like to see if Ember can indeed be impregnated, either naturally or artificially. It would be an experiment, of course, but I assume a welcome one given Ember's intense desire for a family."

Ember wanted to squeal with glee at the idea of finally getting pregnant, but the gravity of the situation also dulled her enthusiasm to a single nod. "I do want to be a mother...so badly...it's all Flamie and I have wanted for so long but...I'd hate to make Spyro uncomfortable."

"It will be up to you four to communicate and determine it. If Spyro is not comfortable with doing it directly, we can obtain his semen when he couples with Cynder and transfer it to Ember. This is the primary mitigation we are attempting, which would allow Spyro to maintain his relationship with Cynder, but would require regular sample collection, especially considering his productivity. As we told him, it is simply too much for any normal dragoness to take, and any spillage from breeding an average girl would be a waste."

"However, if artificial insemination does not work...Spyro will, for the time being, have to mount and breed girls from across the world while we work to either undo the curse or find a way to restore male virility. There are multiple venues we are pursuing on all fronts, with as much haste as we can physically muster and maintain, for time is of the essence. Four years without eggs is alarming for the species, and possibly fatal. But, we do have to observe the situation and control the breedings as well, so that we may monitor the children and assure they are not affected by the curse. It is my hope that it only affected male dragons already born into the world, and has not affected the awaiting ova of females. Unfortunately, many of the unknowns now reside with time and patience of the effects."

Cynder's claws gripped the ground tightly. "So...all this...this sexual need of mine, needing Spyro with me...in me...has all been because I'm...just...made to breed?"

"No. You have not matured into a Matriarch sexuality cycle yet. You are still too young. While you have multiple eggs on your first pregnancy, your sex drive is...on the high end of the scale but still within normal levels. Your Matriarch development is much slower than Spyro's Patriarch effects, as you are naturally born one while Spyro's ability is from artificial means. On that front, even with the rapid maturation of his abilities, he is still too young as well for it to start affecting his mind, if it ever will. So while you may be concerned these properties may be affecting your relationship...I can safely say they are not, and you have time before they will become an influence."

Cynder's pent-up breath came out as such a heavily relieved sigh the others thought she might deflate entirely. "That...does help to hear from an expert..."

"Are you okay to continue?"

"I...think so..." Rubbing her face, she gave another, softer sigh, trying to get her mind to stop spinning. Dark thoughts kept pushing at her, horrible thoughts of her dark days... "Could...could Malefor have known I'm a Matriarch? Was that why I was taken?"

"There is no way to tell before hatching, though I suppose if he knew what to look for in a hatchling or child, he would've been...quite pleased that they selected you, of all the brood. There is very little documentation to back it up but it is possible that being born in the Year of the Dragon naturally increases the chances of being a Patriarch or Matriarch, but only slightly, given how incredibly rare they already are. Perhaps that was his hope, to snag a naturally born breeder, either a girl to use for himself or a male to...I daren't consider it here. But no, your capture was by chance selection of the whole brood. That you happened to be a Matriarch was perhaps a stroke of luck...or higher guidance. I'd like to think the latter."

"Why's that?"

A smile creased her wrinkled muzzle. "Well, if it was by dumb luck, it can feel a bit depressing...but if it's by higher design, doesn't that give the impression of bigger, better things to come?" Ember and Flame snickered at the double entendre. Cynder blushed and smiled shyly, but it went over Spyro's head, as he was still trying to tune most of this out. "I prefer to see things as following a course, rather than luck. Luck just feels so hollow. The positivity of seeing by higher guidance, to me, makes the negatives more tolerable."

"Yeah...I kinda get that..." Rubbing her belly again, the black dragoness stared down at her gravid swell, silently contemplating things for a short while.

"What are your thoughts so far?" came the question again.

"Angry. Upset. I don't know how to take any of this. I wish it hadn't been kept from me, but...I get why it was, but just..." Rubbing her face again, her tail slapped against the ground irritably. "What the actual fuck...we beat him, we were supposed to be done with it all!"

"Exactly what I said when I found out..." Spyro grumbled.

"So...what are we supposed to do then? If Spyro might have to breed other females...what am I to do? Just sit around making more eggs? Having to...give them up for adoption? How are Spyro and I supposed to raise kids amidst all this?"

"You are on the same page as your mate, it seems, and you are right to be concerned. But there is no real clear answer right now. There are many questions we wish to look into, with permission of course, regarding the children, their health and development, and whether or not Spyro's Patriarch influence can be spread or lessened. If other males regain their ability to breed, and you are amenable to it, there is the possibility you could surrogate eggs for them, or take eggs from volunteer males to be given up for adoption. As for raising your children...it is all in how you wish to approach the issue. If you wish to raise a family and settle peaceably, we will help you find a way to do so with semen collections instead, assuming artificial insemination works, but with six kids you will have your paws full. A Matriarch usually can learn to control her body, even down to the number of eggs to fertilize, per male she couples with if she is of the variety than can superovate. And a Patriarch can learn to control his pheromones so that he's not sending every girl nearby into a forced estrus. However, if you two find you are okay with the breeding aspect and wish to indulge in the sexual aspect of your abilities for a while, that is also an option, but one you must agree upon together. We are here to help you make it work for your relationship and talk you through options, even if it may mean temporary compromises such as Spyro needing to breed other girls several times a week until we can find a better solution."

Rubbing his neck, Spyro sighed nervously. "I still feel like I'm being backed into a corner...how can I live peacefully with Cynder and our kids if I'm having to father more with random girls?"

"It is a harsh reality...but not one you have to go into mindlessly. Even if eggs are needed for the future generation, you still have every right to stand your ground if a girl is being pushy or aggressive or otherwise negative. And, you can show her a great time rather than having it be a mindless chore. I know you are not one to simply mate for pleasure and leave her hanging. It would play quite well into your drive to please and help others, which I know you sometimes struggle against for your own good."

Spyro looked over to Cynder and she gazed back at him, both of them troubled by all this. Finally, though, Cynder leaned in and nuzzled him. "To be fully honest...I'm not really as averse to the idea as I thought I would be. I trust Spyro...and I know he wouldn't leave me. Though, if he does have to breed other girls, I do expect him to have at least one load left to give me afterwards."

"But that's the problem that kills me inside..." Spyro groaned. "Unless I fuck them fast, I can only manage like...maybe eight a day before I get too raw to continue, even with Health crystals. It would take me months to seed even a quarter of Warfang's female population! And that's assuming I have sex every day at the same rate! I can't possibly manage that for so long!"

"We are aware, Spyro. There are massive logistical problems ahead of all this, and speed is necessary, yet again we are held back by time and effects studies."

"What about the idea I had?" Flame asked. "The one where Spyro cums and other guys put his cum on their dicks and fuck it into their mates? Wouldn't that work?"

"It is an idea we are considering, yes, and one we wish to attempt with you and Ember." All four of them perked up at that. "Ideally, we would need Ember to go into heat again, naturally, and see if artificial insemination works. If it does not, then Flame would attempt this idea. If that does not take, then Spyro would have to mount her. I have no doubt he will induce an estrus response and successfully seed her, but it is best to observe and be sure. Though, if you decide to go ahead and at least try mating with Ember to gauge your comfort with seeding other girls, that is fine too, and we can attempt the other tests at need with other candidates."

"But what about recovering my virility?" Flame urged. "I can't be the Stud of Warfang if I'm spewing duds!"

"There is...that too, yes, we are working to reverse-study the physiological effects of the curse and determine whether or not it is still actively preventing sperm from maturing or if it has simply damaged existing males. Several of our students have theorized that...direct exposure to Spyro's semen may counteract the curse if it still exists in a male."

"Heh, well, I uh...kinda did get a taste of it on our date..." he said with a grin, Cynder giggling a little and Spyro blushing in embarrassment.

"Not oral ingestion."

All four of them blanked at that, and the two girls felt a rush of intense arousal at the implication. Spyro just blanked out and Flame looked quite hopeful. "...Oh..." was all the poor purple could manage.

"Again, per your comfort with the ideas. We have not observed any change in potency for the sperm samples we have collected from you, in fact they are exceeding our expectations by not degrading as semen usually does. The proteins of the actual semen fluid are denaturing, but more slowly than expected, and the sperm are staying strong and active even these long weeks after collection. Normally, sperm can only last about a week, and they swiftly lose numbers as the fluid denatures and the sperm cells die, but yours are amazingly active. We may have a chance at storing and transporting without needing too many other preservation means. However, the real test is transferring it successfully to a female, and we have not attempted this with the samples as those are for monitoring and further physical and magical testing. We do fear that, with the curse ingrained into your body, the travel from your penis directly to a female's womb is what might sustain the sperm. We already somewhat disproved that worry with the magical collection means, but have not fully dispelled it, as it may turn out that the action of artificially implanting the semen into the womb may not transfer the potency. Conjecture, but within possibility, and the only way to rule it out is with candidate tests. If it works, however, we will likely want to proceed with the collection and dispersal route, as that would be most efficient given Spyro's ejaculatory volume."

"But...when will we know?" Spyro asked.

"It is...difficult to say. It is also still too early to give the world the news. As pressing as time is, there is also sensibility to consider. And we will need as many answers as we can glean. We have several candidates already, but it will still take time to accurately know whether or not insemination through experimental means has succeeded. Namely, the eggs. There is always the chance that his active sperm will trigger egg development, but generate duds, via artificial. And we cannot know if they are live or not until they have had several months to develop. We will be running tests in parallel, but while those are running, it would be prudent - comfort willing, mind you - for Spyro to breed females directly to ensure we have at least a few satisfied mothers-to-be to monitor and track while experiment time also ticks down the clock."

Spyro groaned and held his head, Cynder rubbing his shoulder. "This is...a lot...I don't..."

"I know. But it is important still. If you need a break, we can adjourn for a while so you four may deliberate amongst yourselves how you feel would be best to move on."

"It's a bit late though..." Cynder said with a small huff as she looked around at their surroundings. Against the gentle torchlight illuminating the grilling area, it was dark, only faintly illuminated with moonlight. "I...kinda wish we'd done this during the day so we have...time to think and actually...Iunno..."

"Perhaps that would've been preferable, but would you have been able to sleep knowing we were here and answers were impending? I believe Spyro would've been a nervous wreck."

The purple dragon held his tail with his paws, looking and feeling very insecure about the situation. Ember couldn't help licking her lips at the sight of his huge, heavy testicles settled on the floor under him while he sat there. "I just...I'm...I..." he stuttered, a million questions all vying for first. Cynder leaned in and nuzzled up under his neck, replacing his tail with herself, the purple dragon hugging her tight. "Cynder...how are you so calm with this?"

"I don't really know..." she replied, holding a paw over both of his. "I guess for me it just hasn't fully hit yet. It's a lot to take in but...isn't it just more of what you do all the time? Having to help others because you're the only one with the power to do so?"

"It's more than that! It's a perversion of our relationship..."

"Is it though?"

"I don't know! I don't...I don't know how to feel about any of this..." he groaned. "I just thought we were about ready to settle down and have a normal life, and now...this...how can we raise kids if we're breeders? And what will the kids have to go through? Watching us have sex with random strangers? Knowing that others their age are all half-siblings to them?"

Flame and Ember both blushed, the fire dragon clearing his throat nervously. "Yeah...about that. Ember and I are brother and sister."

Cynder stared at them wide-eyed. "Wait...what?"

"Yeah." Ember giggled and pecked Flame on the cheek. "Or, well, half-siblings, but it's a little weirder than that. Our parents had a daughter when they were much younger, and...dad got both his mate and daughter pregnant at the same time, before the war. They put the eggs together in the same nest, so...we don't know which one was our real mom. I think they know but they didn't tell us. Could be we both came from mom, could be we both came from our aunt? If we can call her that. Or one to one."

Flame rubbed his neck, still grinning in embarrassment. "Incest is a hell of a lot more common for dragons. Apparently for the Cheetahs and others, it causes inbreeding problems. But for us, we can keep breeding down family lines and not see issues. So...there's really nothing wrong with it unless families are grooming their kids for sex. That's where incest gets a lot of bad rap, because...well. There are sickos who do that. But our family was normal and dad is still mates with his wife and daughter." His face went more serious as he looked at Spyro. "It's...well, it really sucks that you're in such a bad position but...from a breeding standpoint, you don't have to worry so much about incest."

"I...could... also help a bit maybe..." Ember blushed and giggled. "I mean, the best way I can help is to let Spyro mount me and see if he's comfortable with it, like they suggested just now."

"I'm...still not sure about this. I mean...we really only met a few days ago," the purple said to the pink.

"Even less time for girls coming for eggs, though," she countered. "But if you wanna give it a try as see if you're okay with being with another female, we could...play a bit. Mouths and tongues and such. Doesn't have to get right to the fucking."

"She is correct," the Matron added with a nod. "Not every breeding has to be a mindless copulation to do the duty. You are free to conduct it how you wish."

"Am I though, if time is of the essence?"

"That is also something we wish to explore," the mage sister mumbled, catching his attention. "You have abilities to control Time itself, and to heal. In theory, if you could train those, you could have sex with a larger number of females within the span of an actual day. And not just simply seed them. You could show them a good time, as the saying goes. It would be significantly less pressure overall for schedules if you could couple your TIme powers with the duty of seeding. If you are comfortable with others."

"But it all hinges on me trying with Ember, I guess."

"Indeed. It is best to know your comfort levels, after all, as you are the one directly affected. Your psychological wellbeing is also just as important to us, even if the situation looks like it is one of self-sacrifice."

A heavy nasal sigh of thought saw small jets of fire flying from his nostrils. He looked between Cynder and Ember.

There was no denying the growing pit of curiosity in his gut. He did legitimately want to try with her, at least as a new experience. What barred him from acting on that was his worry that he'd voiced earlier, that indulging with another girl might put a mental blockade between himself and Cynder whenever they mated.

"If it helps to think about," the Matron offered, "I know you are hung up on memories in bed with Cynder obstructing your devotion to her. But have you thought at all about the actual semen collection for the test? Has that impeded your activity with her?"

That was actually a very good point. He'd actually forgotten about that. "Not really, but...at the same time, I kinda just wanted to forget about the whole ordeal by the time we got outta there."

"Understandable. But Ember's suggestion is not too far off that mark. Exploring bodies is still natural, and fun. There's no shame in it except that which you assign to it yourself."

"I think we'd have to ease him into it," Cynder remarked with an oddly lustful purr behind her words, nuzzling at her mate's neck. Ember smirked and Cynder shot her a sidelong wink. "C'mon, hun..." she whispered, nudging her muzzle against his chest. "I do need some...relief, if you don't mind..."

"What, you mean right here?" he asked incredulously, trying to look at her but only getting a faceful of tail and wings as she slithered along his side to turn around, and then a stunning eyeful of her undertail being offered.

"Exactly~" she churred, swaying her hips. "I'm sure the others don't mind..."

Flame and Ember were, predictably, aroused and encouraging of it, nodding eagerly, Ember's paw already gently stroking her mate's shaft. The two Matron sisters just smiled with a knowing look. With all the indecision, his rational mind was in turmoil, and the Patriarch side was allowed to take command of his body.

Being offered such a luscious prize right there was more than tempting.

He had to have her.

Cynder squeaked out when his paws grabbed her hips, then moaned with a satisfied purr, feeling his tapered tip slip right into her welcoming lower embrace, his soft fleshy barbs quickly stroking along her passage, tip spearing through her cervix and nudging the eggs aside, her insides quivering in delighted ecstasy every time a small lump of flesh on his dick squeezed and popped through her tight uterine entrance. He bottomed out, sheath snuggled up against her labial scales, and she draped her tail over his shoulder and purred deeply, lifting a paw to feel the bulge of his tip peeking out slightly against the swell of eggs in her middle. Feeling her under him, he slowed down, coming back to reality and finding himself hilted in his mate in front of the other four. A rush of self-conscious embarrassment ripped through him, threatening to defuse his arousal, but a paw cupping his balls to the black female's soft clitoral hood convinced him otherwise. Ah screw it, he mentally growled, leaning in to nibble and lick at Cynder's neck to distract himself from their audience. The double-date at the waterfall had been one thing, but to just mount his mate randomly in front of others like this was pushing his current comfort limit, so he did what he could to tune them out and just focus on Cynder under him. His mate, on the other paw, was quivering from the oddly delightful thrill of showing off for the others, jittery nerves making her arousal flare up even more, leaking onto the grass under her as her mate started to slowly thrust into her core. Purring happily, she rested her chin on her paws and let him have his way with her, encouraging him with gentle rubs of her tail against his shoulder and back, or an occasional squeeze of her thighs to tense herself around that glorious dragonhood buried in her.

She felt conflicted too, yet also...somewhat excited.

On the one paw, she was basically built to be fucked and impregnated as often as possible. It was a terrifying thought.

On the other paw, with Spyro mounted on her, in her, where they both belonged...was that really such a bad thing?

And if there was a way for other males to regain their virility...could she possibly surrogate some of their eggs while Spyro bred their mates?

In fact, could something about her Matriarch-ness help recover Flame's potency, if Spyro's seed couldn't? Perhaps they could try together? She wanted to suggest it but also didn't want to distract Spyro from the wonderful, slow, deep lovemaking he was giving her. His paws gripped her more tightly, coming up at her crotch just under her gravid swell, almost lifting her hips into his thrusts. His teeth came down on her shoulder and she went limp under him with a very lewd moan, her arousal spiking through her body, her sopping wet pussy practically winking around his girth and spurting a small deluge of her nectar against his balls.

Was this why she loved sex? Because she was made for it?

Or was she made for him, and the Matriarch thing was just a nice little bonus?

Either way, she already found herself unusually eager for the implications it could hold for the future. She wanted Spyro to keep breeding her, to be pregnant with his eggs...a product of their love, not just duty or biological purpose.

That was what it was for her. A physical affirmation of the bond they shared.

Maybe surrogacy could be a thing if he was okay with it, but the deeper he thrust into her body, the more his barbs and ridges stroked at her walls...the more she found herself okay with being a Matriarch match to her purple Patriarch.

A loud wail of bliss under him made Spyro's hide tingle pleasantly. Cynder's sexual noises were music to his ears. He loved it when she enjoyed herself. Her happiness was his own. That was his biggest obstacle to all this. He wasn't sure what his own happiness was, aside from Cynder's wellbeing. Nipping at her neck, he bore down on her and clamped his jaw firmly around her shoulder with a possessive, yet loving, deep growl that made her melt and start bucking against his sheath. Nothing would get in the way of his love for his soulmate, he vowed that much, gripping her tighter and giving short, fast bucks, purposely grinding his sheath up against her vulva to tease the bottom of his sheath against her little button at the apex of her slit. The focus was not unappreciated, Cynder quaking under him, legs going limp from the surges of pleasure rocking her core, clenching tightly around him and almost pushing him back out. Slowing down to pace himself, his paws wandered up from her hips to her belly, petting and kneading her, pulling back to lick the indents of his teeth in her scales and then nip up along her neck to kiss at her cheek. She just barely avoided gouging his face with her cheek horn, turning to moan lustfully at him and then catch his mouth with hers for a passionate kiss. Behind the glassy glaze of her gaze at him, he saw a deep, burning lust, but even behind that he saw a blaze of love. Even with all this news that he had feared would drive a wedge between them, he saw that depth of her own soul she shared with him.

What did he have to fear, if this was what awaited him in bed every night for the rest of their lives?

She saw his indecision slowly melt into resolve, and in her loins she felt his hesitance turn to purpose, his cock practically flaring within her The subtle yet meaningful transformation excited her even more and she nearly crested her peak, her insides quivering tightly all over his penis, trembling on the precipice. Her silky folds were a dripping mess against his sheath, leaving gooey connecting strands every time he pulled back. Her clit was swollen more than usual, peeking out at the top of her stretched slit as if trying to reach out for his sheath or his balls.

Wrapping a foreleg around her chest and securing her hips with the other, he sat back and pulled her onto his lap, leaning back to help hold her up, the black dragoness yipping in surprise at the change in position and then moaning out lewdly again when he started bucking his hips against the ground to bounce her atop his hinds, smacking her ass to his hips repeatedly. His lips, tongue, and teeth were all over her neck, his paw holding her chest firmly in a hug, his other paw finding her exposed netherbump and rubbing against it firmly each time he pumped his hips.

Fire blasted from her mouth with a loud, unabashed cry of utter blissful release, her whole body quaking with repeated heavy crashes of ecstasy, gushing all over his balls under herself and the ground before them with amazing volume, as if trying to compete with him for fluid productivity, her inner walls bearing down on his girth with tight, rippling waves every time she was wracked with that all-body wonderful pleasure. It was too much for him to resist, and he brought her down hard onto his lap and arched back with a loud roar of deserved release, his tail jerking behind him with every pulse of his loins, jetting thick, hot ropes of his potent cream all over her inner walls, gradually swelling her belly a little more with every pump. Panting for breath, they were almost paralyzed with the pleasure, neither wanting to move, lest the moment end. But end it eventually had to, both of them gasping out and heaving for air after such a wonderful breath-taking climax together. Cynder craned her neck around to smile at him and he smiled back, groping her belly while she idly bounced on his lap and enjoyed his gradually dimming spurts in her depths. Her legs still shaky and feeling warm and full of lead, she managed to slowly pull herself up, gradually unsheathing the sword and exposing the cummy mess to the night air.

And to a tongue.

Spyro flinched a bit when he felt a familiar style of wet warmth, yet a wholly different touch, swiping from atop his balls, up along his sheath, to the exposed gold and purple cockflesh that had, only seconds before, been snugly held inside his love. When Cynder fully pulled off and moved aside, he found Ember smiling sheepishly up at him, trailing her own fresh load of seed from her thoroughly exhausted mate at the other side of the table. Without Cynder's tight embrace to secure his shaft, it had flopped out of her and was now laying across Ember's face and between her horns, much to her obvious delight while she lapped away at his sheath. It didn't take very long at all for the stunned male to get hard again, throbbing back to life and smacking against his own chest with a wet trail of mixed sticky wetness.

"Do you...want this?" she asked, not really moving but so very tempted to pursue his dick and lick up the mess. A thick dollop of leftover cum and new pre cascaded from his tip and splashed on her muzzle, making her flinch and giggle, licking it up, her eyes still locked to his, awaiting permission. He glanced aside at Cynder and she smiled and nuzzled at him.

"No harm in trying," she whispered, giving him a kiss.

His life seemed to have an increasing number of "oh screw it" moments lately.

With a tenuous nod, he leaned onto his side and pulled his leg back a bit to invite the pink dragoness to his body.

A delighted squeal bubbled up in her throat and she quickly set to work, loving on his heavy orbs, nosing at his sheath and taking in a direct draw of those wonderful male scents she loved, dragging her tongue up along his dripping shaft and exploring between his barbs while she helped clean him up. Cynder edged around the table and gave a smiling blush to Flame, the red male blushing back but puffing his chest a bit in his usual habit of trying to impress a girl.

"Curious too?" he asked.

"No harm in trying," she repeated, reaching under him and making him wince and moan softly when her paw wrapped around his malehood still dripping with Ember's juices. "Spyro tells me you enjoy a partner's undertail..." she hinted, feeling him firm back up against her pawpads.

It was odd for the hero couple. At first it had been Spyro being the more forward, somewhat dominant one in their relationship, but in this moment their roles were reversed. Back then she had still been hesitant and doubtful despite her desire, due to her dark past, and Spyro's gentle insistence and presence had been the impetus for engaging in their carnal bliss. Now, with him being the one with a challenge of lifestyle change and doubt, she was guiding him in return with her confidence and eagerness. And it was paying off, Spyro leaning in to give a few testing licks to Ember's offered netherlips while she serviced his spire and cupped his balls. He had tasted his own seed a few times...well, more than a few times, with how much he enjoyed going down on Cynder and making her moan, but the flavor of Flame's cream and Ember's passage were completely new, even if still somewhat familiar. Cynder had a heady sweet-spicy and slightly bitter flavor to herself, while Ember was a bit more... earthy? yet not unpleasant either, and Flame's cum was much saltier than he expected but it was almost akin to a sauce for food than just bodily salt. It was an odd flavor, one he couldn't say he liked or disliked. It just...was there. But Ember's soft, happy moans of pleasure from his tongue were all he really needed to continue, lightly teething at her swollen labial scales while burrowing deeper into her tight depths. He glanced across the table to see Flame and Cynder engaged in similar exploration, his mate audibly purring happily and suckling on Flame's hardness while he growled into her cunny and almost voraciously ate her out.

"Mmmm..." Ember churred. "It's nice to sometimes have a slow and careful partner...Flame likes to be rough."

"Do you want it rough?" he asked, but she shook her head and spread her legs wider.

"Flame can give her rough tonight since he can't reach deep enough to hit your eggs. Can you show me that slow and deep thing you do with her?"

When she put it in that perspective, he had a very hard time denying it. In fact, he had no desire to deny her. Maybe it was his pent-up curiosity, maybe it was the Patriarch, or maybe it was just being a male dragon with a willing partner, but he bore down on her with his paws and muzzle, not roughly but firmly, kneading her thighs and her trim belly while his lips suckled on her nethers and his tongue squiggled around inside. Ember seized up and gave a long, low moan of pleasure. Casual fun with friends and passionate romps with Flame were all well and good, but it had been too long since she'd had a methodical, focused lover like Spyro. Closing his eyes, he focused on her reactions, the way her body responded as his toes sought sensitive spots on her hide and his tongue prodded for equally receptive areas within her depths.

Cynder withheld a squeal of bliss at the fire dragon's more direct approach. As disorganized yet direct and fervent as his element, he was sloppily making out with her lower lips, purring into her, gripping her back and hips to practically mash his face into her crotch to get just a little more depth of tongue to lick at her walls and get a bit more of her luscious juices and Spyro's delicious cream. Her legs were trembling and her toes flexing. A few times, she and Spyro had gotten quite rough, but she relished the slow, deep lovemaking he enjoyed giving her. Roughness had gone by the wayside after she got pregnant, and Flame's fervor was an unexpected yet welcome change to the status quo. It didn't take long at all before she arched her back off the ground and moaned out with a shaky voice while her body quaked again and her hot nectar violently gushed into his awaiting mouth. The red drake's eyes flew wide and he gagged, coughing against her even as he tried to swallow it all. He couldn't win though and pulled back, clearing his throat and wincing as his face and neck were splashed and covered with wave after wave. She might as well have been peeing on him, there was so much! "Damn, girl," he churred deeply, and she managed a hazy, open-mouthed smile as she laid there panting. "How is your bedroom not a swimming pool between you two?"

"Cleanup had to become part of our routine," she replied hoarsely. "Fuck that felt good though..."

"I aim to please," he purred back, nosing at her belly. "Do you...mind?"

Shaking her head with a warmer smile, she patted her belly lightly and he wasted no time indulging, nosing and stroking at her with his paws, exploring a previously forbidden fruit. "That feels really nice...I love it when my belly is rubbed."

Taking that invitation, he pressed his digits more firmly into the paunch of cum swelling her, making her coo out and squirm, legs stretching. "Not gonna lie, Cynder...I can't wait to see Ember get this big...you're so fuckin' sexy with so many eggs...I've always loved seeing a pregnant girl, they just glow so bright..."

"Maybe tonight will change that..." she whispered back with a glance at the other two.

They had shifted so that Ember was atop the purple male, smothering that long log of hot flesh with kisses and licks and nuzzles, both paws cradling his huge nuts and kneading them while he continued to kiss and suckle on her puss. With the change in position, his tongue was against her clit instead, worming around her labial folds and poking around at her button's hood, making her squirm and squeal. He was surprised to find that the tip of his tongue could fit inside her urethral entrance, and met only an eager press of her hips back against his face. "That doesn't hurt?" he asked.

"We like to explore," she replied simply, "and now I'm really curious..."

"About?" he started, but she answered with action, closing her mouth around his tip and purring her way down his cock, sliding him into her throat. Slow but purposeful, she took her time, slathering his meat with her tongue and purring in lewd enjoyment of his flavor. He groaned out at the attention, spurting a thick glob of pre across the back of her mouth, feeling her gulp it down around his tip. With a deep inhale, she started pressing him further in. He could feel her wincing, her throat very tight despite her attempts to relax. A sudden tension all over her body. Gag reflex. Not even half his cock and she could go no further, backing up over him and then popping free with a gasp and a cough.

"How does Cynder do that??" she wheezed.

"Four years of practice," he replied, patting her rump. "She couldn't take the whole thing in either end for a few months at the very least. But then again I wasn't nearly as big either when we started."

"But I wanna..." she whined. "It's sooooo tasty..."

All he could see was her dripping slit, her thighs, and her belly, but he had to admit it wasn't unwelcome. Leaning up to plant a small kiss on her folds, he shifted to get up. "My wings are falling asleep."

Ember removed herself so he could sit up, then leaned in to keep sucking on his tip. "Mmmmm..." she churred, eyes closing, relishing the flavor of the pre bubbling up. Pulling off, she gave another shy smile. "Feeling better now?"

He nodded once, then caught himself smirked. "Turn around with your tail up and I'll tell you."

A rush of butterflies in her gut had her whipping around, tail curling up and over her back, legs spread, hips swaying eagerly. Glancing back over her shoulder, she felt dizzy with excitement when he reared up and held her hips, his huge penis spitting pre with his equal eagerness. With a stab or two under her tail, the butterflies erupted into an all-body mini-climax.

She had the legendary purple dragon's tip in her vagina!

Further in he slowly worked, bucking his hips gently. Flame was actually slightly thicker than Spyro, but that sheer length was intimidating and inviting simultaneously. Deeper and deeper he edged, past the deepest she'd had so far and still not half his length. His soft barb nodules sent little radiating twinges of pleasure through her core each time they popped into her canal, raking along her walls in ways different from Flame's.

Another level of excitement was welling up inside her, a hot, deep ache rapidly rising and taking the reigns of her arousal. She couldn't believe it - she was going into heat again! She knew that powerful drive welling up all too well, but this was fast, and hard, as if her body was waking up from a failed heat upon realizing a true breeder was working at her. It loosened her up a tad, letting him even deeper into her body, touching places she didn't know she had.

Cynder, meanwhile, was purring blissfully and holding her slightly jiggling belly, Flame's balls slapping her ass repeatedly as he jackhammered into her. Slick vulval scales clapped wetly against his sheath with each thrust, the red male growling in pleasure above her, eyes glued to her absolutely sexy figure under him. "Cum in me all you want~" she whispered, licking her lips. Mirroring Ember's thoughts, she realized Flame was actually slightly thicker than Spyro, but only just. The extra stretch felt great though, especially since he couldn't reach nearly as deep, but his tip kept stabbing at just the right spots that usually just got rubbed by Spyro's ridges and barbs. The sight of a pregnant dragoness under him, combined with the rising scent of Ember's growing estrus, had him a mess of need, his hips smacking against her rapidly. Cynder moaned loudly, the insistent speed of his rough mating a stark contrast to the slow and careful paces they'd had to maintain for the eggs thus far. Without warning for either of them she arched up with a startled yelp and came again, splashing his belly and thighs. He almost creamed her right there from the rush of lust at making the legendary Terror of the Skies cum so quickly, and he so badly longed to seed her pussy, but there was another prize she was willing to let him enjoy. Pulling out of her spasming tunnel, his next thrust was a tad lower and she squeaked in surprised pleasure when he hilted in her anus, a look of relief awash on his face.

"Yessss..." he groaned out, bucking short and fast into her, her tight divot well lubed from all her fluids. "Been so long...haven't had a girl's ass in ages..."

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him in to his hilt and laid her head back to let him have his way with her for now.

Ember pawed at the tiles under her, moaning and huffing. It hurt a bit, he was right up against her cervix and it stung and ached, having never been touched before, but with her estrus flaring up the pain was also pleasurable. Spyro was bucking lightly against her, exploring her depths with his dick. She was squeezing him in ways totally different from Cynder, and her cervix felt much different, more roomy around itself, his tip slipping into those back-end areas of her vaginal canal around that entrance to her womb. Could he even get inside? Was Cynder's anatomy as a Matriarch so different from average that she was made to guide a dick into her womb? He had no idea, but half his shaft was still out in the cooling night air and all his experience was telling him to get it into those warm confines. Sensibility, though, was telling him she was in a bit of pain from the attempt. "I don't think I can get it all in," he whispered to her.

"But I wanna..." she repeated with a shaky moan, bucking back and wincing when she forced his tip against her cervix again.

"Let's just start with this for now." Gripping her hips firmly so she couldn't hurt herself on him, he started sawing his hips back and forth, stroking deep, almost pulling fully out, then controlled sliding back in to just shy of her deepest parts, repeating with slow purpose to get her used to such a penetration. Ember was a mess of lust under him with her combined heat and excitement of having him so deep within her body. Head hanging down to gasp for breath, she arched her back a bit to look under herself, watching his heavy, low-hanging fruits swaying back and forth with his motions, almost hypnotic in the torchlight. Such big, juicy, full testicles, and half of his cock still had yet to be inside her...it was an amazing sight, and so lurid that within just a few strokes of his shaft within her, she was already crying out and gasping for breath as her orgasm hit her hard and fast, her insides milking at him desperately. She was so close to her dream of eggs! So close! And he could feel her eagerness, it was infectious, her heat scent was a spicy musk that sent his blood boiling just like Cynder's had before he knocked her up. Hunching over her, he started thrusting faster and shallower than before, nudging her inner entrance with each stroke, the poor pink girl squealing and mewling and clawing at the floor, bucking back against him, trying to take the entire dick just like Cynder had so easily. Try as she might, though, her womb just wasn't having it, but damned if she didn't try to convince it otherwise! With a better sense of her body in the moment though, the purple dragon kept a firm grip on her so she wouldn't hurt herself, and kept his pace controlled yet fast, trying to get her to cum again, maybe that would loosen her up enough for the tip at least?

His efforts paid off and she was a moaning mess of climax again, shuddering heavily, pleasure crashing over her like tidal waves threatening to wash her away. She didn't spurt and gush nearly as much as Cynder, but the tight rippling milking on his penis was all too familiar, and all too pleasurable. With another low roar of conquest, he thrust up and she gasped when she felt an alien pop sensation inside her, his tip in her cervix and poking into her innermost chamber. It hurt, it stung like hell, but it also made her cum perhaps the hardest she ever had, screaming out and pressing back for more just a second before the first hot splash hit her walls. It was like a hose going off deep inside her, hitting spots she'd never felt yet always knew were there from the burning need of her heats. Rush after thick, exhilarating rush flooded her egg chamber. Spyro was cumming inside her! While she was in heat! The legendary purple dragon was seeding her and fathering eggs in her! Ember almost passed out from the sheer rush of excitement, anxiety, anticipation, eagerness, and even relief, tears running down her muzzle as she smiled and panted blissfully.

Cynder, meanwhile, was in a mellower heaven of pleasure. Like with Spyro, anal sex wasn't exactly orgasmic for her, but it was still very pleasant and fun in its own way, especially with the faster pace Flame could maintain with his shorter penis length. She already had two loads in her belly by the time Ember had popped, and he was working on giving her a third and final, a dopey grin of bliss plastered on his muzzle while he thrust in deep and hard, smacking his hips against hers over and over. She purred and teased at his nuts with her tail, feeling the softer, pliable scales of his scrotum and the weight of his nads. "Gonna cum again..." he whimpered, Cynder petting his foreleg with a grin.

"All you want," she repeated, humping up into his thrust. He needed no further encouragement, settling into shorter, faster thrusts, ramping up swiftly, then growling out and huffing, tail flagging against hers and balls pulling up into his body as he erupted once more, spurting into her tight backdoor and adding to the mess he'd made in her. Cynder churred and closed her eyes, letting her other senses take over, feeling his hot warmth seeping through her bowels. Nowhere near Spyro's volume, but still enjoyable. He pulled out finally, panting and smiling hazily.

"Your ass is to die for," he churred, flopping beside her. "Thanks..."

Nuzzling at his neck, she giggled. "No...thank you. For being here for us to try all this out."

A sentiment Ember held but couldn't verbalize in her post-orgasmic haze and heaviness. She wanted to say something, anything, to show her gratitude to the purple male, but could only manage a garbled moan, her body not wanting to work yet. Dismounting from her, Spyro helped her onto her side, watching for a moment as her gaping pussy poured his excess seed. Her belly had a cute little bulge though, and he felt an unusual surge of pride that mirrored what he'd felt the first time he'd done that to Cynder so long ago. Even if she couldn't hold all that Cynder could, she still had a sizable amount in her egg chamber, and that was what mattered. Rolling onto her back and pawing at the cummy swell in her middle, Ember smiled up at him with a look of pure joy and thanks, even amidst her heavy labored breath.

That look confirmed it for him.

This was what it was about.

The two Matron ladies smiled at each other and winked. Their work had just begun again, with at least a decently positive outlook on where to continue. "If you wouldn't mind," the mage sister said to get their attention, pulling some sealed crystal jars from her magic storage and setting them on the table. "I think a repeat performance would ensure...and the excess shouldn't go to waste."