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Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse

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CHAPTER 12

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"Very unusual...but very beneficial too."

"What is it?" Ember asked nervously, the elder dragoness squinting at her vaginal folds as she held them slightly open.

"You were inseminated by Spyro just two days ago, but...your estrus scent has completely disappeared, as has the residual swelling, which normally takes a week to dissipate even after the hormonal urges have ceased. I've never encountered this. But I have heard of it...from Patriarch days."

"What does it mean?" Flame asked, both their chests tense and roaring with butterflies at the hope.

"It means he successfully impregnated you." She gave a wide smile at them. "Congratulations, you're parents now."

Flame's tail wagged fiercely, an open-maw grin of joy making the Matron giggle to herself. Ember just stared at her in utter shock, then passed out, much to Flame's alarm. "Ember??"

"Oh my. Seems her stress over her self-doubt of conceiving came to a halt. She'll be fine, let's just get her somewhere cozy."

A short trip down the hall with her draped over Flame's back, and he soon had her wrapped up in bed in their shared room at the Temple. "Does she need to stay here for observation then? If so, I need to let her superiors know back at Warfang. I think today was her appointed day to leave the Temple and head back."

Nodding slowly, the older lady smiled a little. "If you could, that would be helpful for all of us. It's up to her, though. If you wish to return to Warfang, I can have my students monitor her for us. If she wants to stay here for a while and partake of our studies while we analyze Cynder and her clutch, that would be welcome. Either way, we can make it work."

Ember's eyes fluttered and she gave a startled gasp at the unfamiliar surroundings, looking around for a bit and then spotting Flame and the Matron watching her. "What...what happened?"

"You fainted, hun."

"You okay?" Flame whispered, licking her cheek.

"I...think so...I feel kinda dizzy...why did I faint?"

Flame smiled and laid a paw on her belly, still a little pudgy with Spyro's cum locked away in her womb. "Spyro got you pregnant."

"You're shitting me."

"No! The pregnancy experts confirmed it!"

"You are indeed pregnant, Ember. Congratulations again."

Looking back and forth between them, her confused disbelief slowly melted into excitement, panting with an open-mouthed grin. "No way...no way!!"

"Yes way!!" Flame yipped, then yelped when she lunged from the bed and clung to him with a loud scream.

"WE'RE FINALLY GONNA BE PARENTS!!!"

"YES!!" They fell into a passionate, sobbing tangle of hugs and kisses. Taking her leave of them to give them some space, which knowing them would most likely also involve some joyous lovemaking, the older dragoness made her way back up to the dojo to find her sister getting ready to leave.

"Heading out?"

"Checking on Cynder. Spyro left this morning, so I think this would be an opportune time for her to address any questions on her heritage."

"Yes, it would be. Spyro seems to have some questions of his own but that will have to wait for his return."

Humming echoed lightly from the grilling veranda, the night-scaled pregnant girl petting her freshly swollen belly with one paw and stirring a heavy iron kettle with the other, occasionally lifting the ladle to check on the contents. Good, no burning. "Honey, jam, and some sweet spices...wonder how this'll turn out..." she mused to herself, then gave a soft moan, grinding lightly on her tail pinned between her netherlips and the floor. "Wonder how Spyro's cum would work in this..." she added with a naughty grin, shaking her head. Grabbing another slice of preserved meat off the table in the center, she chewed thoughtfully, mulling over what ingredients she had and what else might work in this experimental concoction. Keeping it on a low boil was a bit harder than she'd expected without finer controls over temperature. Coal and wood were not very reliable for sustaining certain temperature ranges for long periods of time.

She kept finding her gaze shifting towards the general direction of the swamp, her mind turning over what had happened so far. It boggled her that Sparx had taken it on himself to lead his kin to a safer spot...though, if the peaceful swamp had been terrorized, the unknown depths of the jungles at Tall Plains could be hiding even worse threats. Still...she did kind of miss the annoying bug. At least Spyro was with them.

Finishing her work, she poured the concoction into some carved pots to slowly cool and slightly crystallize. Leaving them in the stove for now while the fire died off, she winged her way back up to the house just in time for the mage Matriarch to land. "Hello!" she chirped.

"Hello dear. I'm glad to see you in such high spirits after all that's been discussed. How are you taking it?"

Nudging the door open, Cynder entered and sighed softly, the elder dragoness following her. "It's...weird. At first, I was angry. Livid, really...that that damn fucker could still be hurting us after his death. It still burns me inside. But...It's...weird because I'm not as angry as I feel I should be about it."

"Then what are you feeling?"

Cynder blushed and rubbed her belly with her wings. "Excited. And I don't really know why. Is it...okay to look forward to feeling..." her voice dropped to a shy whisper, "...slutty? For Spyro? For more eggs? For just...having sex with him without having to really hide it from others?"

"To each their own, I suppose. Excitement for sex is normal for young lovers."

"But it's not just the sex...I love the sex, I can't get enough of it...but it kind of scares me. I don't...want to be dependent on it. But I'm also kind of...flattered, I guess, that Spyro and I were more...attuned? matched? whatever, to each other. He's a Patriarch and I'm a Matriarch. It just...kinda makes me really happy that we match in purpose." Moving to the egg chamber, she settled into the rugs while the elder kept a respectful distance, sitting down beside the bed in the adjacent room so she could look in.

"I sense there was some inequality there then."

"A bit...mostly because I'm just a regular dragoness...albeit cursed...and Spyro's...well, purple. He's got so much power and I can feel how tense he is all the time, having to keep such tight reigns on it. And I can't relate. But...I guess with this we have an equal ground to stand on together."

Nodding, she pulled out a book from her magical storage and started writing in it with a fluffy quill. "It is heartening to see you taking so positively to it. I hope that will help quell Spyro's heart on the matter."

"I hope so...but...I also kinda feel like I don't understand it as well as he does. He's been upset over all these possible tangents and possibilities for it...but I can't tell him not to worry because...everything he told me he's feeling about it, it's all very possible...and scary."

"Indeed. His insights are very keen and he is right to be concerned...but he also must learn not to let it hurt him so. But I am here more for your direct questions about this situation, especially regarding the effects of your body."

It took her a few seconds to shift gears at that, trying to think of anything about these revelations that hadn't already been gone over. "So...if I'm a Matriarch that can...superovate? How does that work?"

The elder mage sister shifted her glasses with a claw. "It's...complicated, and unusual, but in no way detrimental. And also has an obvious clue. If you are such a type of Matriarch, your eggs will have a small scrap of uterine tissue attached at the wider end, which will crumble and peel off as it dries after oviposition."

"Oviposition...you mean laying them?"

"Yes. What this flesh is, is an analogue to what the other races have, the ones that give live birth. An umbilical cord. For them, it's a direct connection to the mother's bloodstream, transporting nutrients to the baby as it develops in her uterus. But for Matriarch dragonesses, it is an anchor. A very flexible and stretchy anchor. They will naturally snap when the baby's primary yolk sac is depleted inside the egg, and this snapping then triggers labor. The other eggs still attached to the uterus will be pulled tighter to try to force the egg out by occupying space behind it. If you are this type of Matriarch, it will actually be more in your favor for your mate's semen volume, as this will create more space between the eggs for the others to occupy and push the loosened egg to your cervix. It will be much messier with his semen, of course, but much easier to pass the egg."

"But if I let someone else impregnate me too, how will we know which eggs are which?"

"That is another curious trait. You know that dragon eggs usually bear the color of the baby's primary scale type?"

"Yeah. I know mine was a black egg, and Spyro's was purple."

"Superovitating Matriarchs tend to generate eggs that reflect the father more than themselves. Not saying you won't have lookalike daughters, but their eggs are, surprisingly, usually two-tone, bearing the color of the baby and the father. Which, in many cases, will be of the same hue and tone, but I believe that Spyro's unique elemental power may cause your children from your union to carry more of your color, since purple dragons usually can't produce more purples. I think your children might express more of your side than his, his side will probably be more of his background than him directly. So, if other males are able to regain their virility, and you choose to surrogate with them, or just have some sexual fun to generate eggs for adoption, you'll have a much better chance of knowing. A third trait of these Matriarchs is that they lay their eggs almost exactly the same gestational time, which varies on the female, so if you are indeed a superovitating female, you will need to monitor who you have sex with and how long it's been since that coupling. Even if you are too young to superovate yet, your eggs will most likely have those umbilical attachment cords, if you are one, so we'll have to wait and see when they arrive."

"If Spyro can induce estrus in just about any female, does that mean older ones like yourself? And could old dragons past their prime still father eggs with me?"

"The former is correct, yes, Spyro could probably get us pregnant if we wanted to. For older males though...it's possible, but your Matriarch expression would have to be very strong. The pheremonal and etheric reaction unique to a powerful Matriarch can actually repair age-damaged sperm from an older or debilitated male."

Rubbing her belly with a wing, Cynder shifted, getting aroused at all the possibilities. "Is there...anything I might need to watch out for?"

"Over-pregnancy, of course. Matriarchs have been known to exceed their bodies' safe limits for pregnancy and become overencumbered...or even so stretched...I think you might get the idea there." Cynder shuddered at the mental image. "You would have to spend literally all day every day for months straight just having sex though, and I doubt you're the kind of Matriarch that can withstand that much sexual activity without getting raw or chafed. She was a very rare one indeed. Considering you eventually leak Spyro's semen rather than constantly getting bigger with his ejaculations, it's probably safe to say you'll know when you've hit your limit for eggs."

Nodding, the black dragoness gazed at her belly again, purring softly at the sight of herself so laden with new life. Was it her imagination or did she feel one or two of them kick, just now? "I'm a bit scared though. If it's really so dangerous, potentially, for me to be having the first eggs in four years...is our house here really the safest spot? Or should I relocate the nest to the Temple?"

At that, the older lady bit her lip with indecision. "I truly do not know, hun. We could try to post some guards, and lay down some magic wards...but, truthfully, if I were in your situation I would move to the Temple for better security. Jealous females, desperate females, enraged males...anyone, really, when pushed to a limit, is capable of nasty things. I would talk it over with Spyro. But, moving to the Temple might be better for yourself and for the eggs until they hatch, for I believe the Temple will become a breeding hotspot. Much to the discomfort of the Guardians." Cynder giggled at that. "There is still much lore and superstition that the Temple is a place of healing and benevolence, despite it being sacked twenty years ago. Females may want to be bred there just to...supposedly increase their chances. If not the allure of visiting the Temple, one of the last ancient sites of the world after the war. It would be easiest for Spyro to meet and seed girls there rather than being dragged away from your home here every day."

"Kinda sucks we built this just to have to maybe move away from it..."

"Not for long, mind you. I do highly recommend having your babies live here rather than the Temple halls where they can get lost or injured by others. But nesting there for now, I would probably choose that if I had to. If you think your chances here are better, that is entirely up to you and your mate."

Sighing and looking out the window, Cynder rubbed herself again, lightly feeling the egg curves through her hide with her wing. "I just hope he's okay out there. I mean, I know he will be but...I can't help worrying."

"Life is never certain, but it is good to have faith in the face of it."

"How long do we...have to wait before the news is spread to the world? I'm scared of that. I like being here, just quiet and not having others disturb me. For the most part. But it is nice to see some are actually concerned...and some don't even care about my past, like Flame and Ember. That...honestly, really surprised me. But...I don't want the naysayers and pessimists attacking me."

"Sadly, they will from time to time. This news will most certainly attract negative attention, even outright hostility. You and Spyro may be forced into defensive situations, though we are working with the Guardians and several other forces to try to prevent or mitigate that likelihood. Your safety, and Spyro's, and your eggs...that is top priority in all this. Physical, mental, and emotional safety. You are, quite literally at this point, the key to our kind's survival."

Nuzzling at her belly, Cynder frowned sadly. "I'm torn though...I feel terrible when I think about what we might have to do...giving up our eggs for adoption. I wanted nothing more than to be a mother and settle down with a nice guy and have a large family, and just that be my life. But...if I'm a Matriarch and we're the only ones capable of making eggs...I have to give some away. And I can't bear that thought right now...what if the kids end up in an abusive situation? I don't...I don't want them feeling like we gave them up, threw them away...didn't...didn't love them..." She was starting to shake, her breath hitching.

Soft wings enveloped her, the mage sister giving her a light hug. "Shhh...I know, hun. It's terrifying. That is another angle we are working on with the Guardians...and it's been a hellhole to figure out, but we'll figure something for them. The world is a terrifying place and nothing is ever certain. But, I feel we skipped an important detail during our earlier talks, when Spyro mentioned not being able to impregnate all of Warfang in a timely fashion."

"What's that?"

Pulling away, the old lady sighed heavily. "The war was worse than most know. Many have come to Warfang and the surrounding territories...but there are not nearly as many dragons in the world right now as there once were. We are, quite frankly, almost critically endangered." Cynder's eyes almost bugged from her head and her pulse ran like superchilled ice. "Yes...the war where you were kidnapped, the effects of the Eternal Night, and then the worldwide rampage of destruction wrought by the Destroyer and its golem defender armies. Some of the effects of the world's shattering, too. Many have died over the years and been unable to increase their numbers. And of the remaining dragons we know of, most of them are in the locally immediate territories now, thanks to the stories of you and your mate, and the legacies of Warfang and the Temple. Warfang's dragon population is rather large, yes...but it is also a decent chunk of the total dragon population. So his fears of seeding the world are...a bit overscaled in breadth, as I doubt he knows just how close we are to being wiped out."

"...And...I contributed to that..."

"Marginally. But again, you were controlled. The tool cannot be blamed for the wrongdoings of the user. But your time of action under them was brief, and they were waging these wars for years even before the massive onslaught where they spread our forces thin in order to directly attack the Temple. Whatever you contributed to was but a splinter prick in the forest of the enemy's thorns, and it was against your will as well, so the fault does not lie with you but with the puppeteer you jointly slew."

Nodding and wiping her eyes, the black dragoness sighed and nuzzled her belly for comfort again. "Ironic...by my womb the future is sown. Is this Fate being a joker ass?"

"If you want to see it that way. I see it as the world rebalancing. Where there is darkness, there is light too, and it will shine out brightly when it is time. Seems that time for you is now rather than later."

"If I'm able to get so heavily pregnant, how will I travel? I don't really want to have to rely on others to cart me around."

"You may have to, unfortunately. To indulge in your Matriarch abilities may come with a sacrifice of mobility. But with the changes in the world, we...have some theories inspired by the olden days in far ages past. There may be a chance now, with the world so full of etheric energy, to construct portals. We think Spyro's attempt to heal the planet may have more directly connected it to Convexity, and in so doing, enabled magic that has long been thought dormant or dead. If portals can become a reality once more, it should be much easier to reconnect our scattered kin, and in so doing, keep better tabs on all your children and their wellbeing."

The notion made Cynder smile, but in her gut she felt a deep rush of concern and anxiety. Magics once thought dead? Was that...perhaps...the source of that snake golem, and those creatures Sparx had mentioned? It sent a jolt of worry through her core, her mind straying to her mate and his current mission.

"I still don't like it."

Sparx rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear it again.

"Too convenient, that this purple dragon savior of the world just so happens to be going the way as us."

"Oh would you shut up already? Let 'im fly, he's way behind us as it is."

"Just ignore them," Stella whispered, though more of a soft yell over their buzzing wings and the rush of wind around them. Sparx had been unusually silent the entire flight, just letting the other insects banter back and forth, but it was really getting on his nerves. Stella could sense his tension. "Dad's just gonna find new things to grump about until we get there and things work out. They...will work out, right?"

"I'm hoping so."

His usual ego was so far gone lately, it had her worried.

Spyro rather lazily flapped and cruised behind the glowing cloud of bugs. It was nice to just casually fly without really having to rush from one place to another or be under any sort of time constraint. If he really wanted to, he could've gathered them up in a cage of air power and whisked them to Tall Plains just with the strength of his wings, but this was Sparx's mission and he was just a tailgating passerby heading to the same destination. He was also still fairly mellowed out from his morning romp with his mate. Another smirk crossed his face at the memory of her screaming out his name and almost passing out after nearly an hour of intense foreplay and edging and then giving her a good deep fuck...or three, it was hard to count with how much they'd gotten into it. But her satisfied, glassy face and deep purr had been more than enough to lift his mood for the day.

The slipstream that wound over the ocean to Tall Plains had indeed shifted, becoming more of a lane between floating crust pieces globbed over with ocean water, fish leaping between the floating sea shards. Here and there, Spyro glanced down at the sparkling surface below, or peered at the passing watery island blobs, wondering if he might catch a glimpse of that massive turtle that was fabled to follow traveling groups. He could've sworn he remembered seeing it as he passed out over the ocean during his journeys of the Eternal Night drama. In fact, the more he tried to think back on his travels...the more he could've sworn there was one, if not the same one, that had followed him at some points during his first travels too, chasing leads on Cynder. If it was following them this time though, it was either deep under the water, or very good at avoiding sight.

His thoughts drifted to Cynder again. Her making eyes at him, swaying her hips and tail, rolling onto her back and begging for him to eat her out or hilt himself in her...that huge, sexy belly so full of life and love... No, not now, he grumbled, feeling his sheath tensing up once again. Popping a boner in front of the dragonflies probably wouldn't be the best impression. It was almost midday already, they'd been flying for several hours.

Thoughts kept drifting through his head about everything that had been revealed so far. Cynder being a natural Matriarch, him being verified as a Patriarch...and of course, vivid memories still lingering of that night. Ember had definitely looked pregnant by the time they'd finished, impressing the Matron sisters with how much volume she'd managed to hold after his fourth orgasm.

Of course, all the excess cum, or most of it anyway, had been collected. Part of him was nervous that he was going to get a visit from the Matrons talking about how some other girls he didn't know had been impregnated from what was collected. The idea...didn't sit well with him. Sure, they needed to breed, they needed eggs as quickly as possible...but something in him, be it nature or Patriarch, felt odd with artificial insemination. He felt it should be from actual mating. That was part of his qualm with the idea of having to breed with so many girls. It would be far easier to just collect his seed and put it in a girl in heat, but the concept just felt hollow. Not only did it seem weird to conceive without an act of love, or at least affection...it made him feel like a tool to be used or a crop to be harvested. After spending a few hours fucking Ember so freely though, he wasn't so averse to mating with others...though, he did want to make an effort to know them first. Ember, they'd gone on a double-date so he'd gotten at least a little insight on her.

Flying slow like this gave him time to think, but sometimes he felt like he was thinking too much. Especially after having 'cum' to conclusions earlier. Second-guessing was an easy thing to fall into. At least Cynder supported him instead of getting upset as he'd feared. That was a huge plus. Though, he also couldn't shake Cynder retelling him her dream from last night...something about him constantly cumming, and there being a fountain for his cum where girls could get pregnant on stone dildos that leaked his seed? The idea of being basically stuck in place and constantly ejaculating an unending flow of cum didn't really appeal to him. Where was the fun in getting off if he was always getting off? Though, a fountain of phallic impregnation toys wasn't too bad an idea...maybe. On second thought the maintenance alone would be a pain in the butt.

The wind shifted and brought him back to reality. A frantic look ahead showed the gathering of dragonflies still well ahead of him and unchanged. Good. But something didn't feel right. His gut was tense. He knew this feeling. There was something malicious nearby, but he couldn't see anything.

Then he looked up.

A massive four-winged silhouette framed against the sun drifted overhead, keeping pace with them. Multiple sets of cruel-clawed legs could be seen periodically with the flight motions. At its head was a long, sharp beak, and the tail was stepped with fans of feathers, terminating in what could only be a stinger. Nothing else could really be made out, but the distance and size meant this thing was massive, perhaps twice to three times Spyro.

Thankfully, it didn't really seem to be noticing the gathering of dragonflies, but Spyro didn't feel comfortable with this thing going the same direction. Even if it wasn't actively watching them, his gut churned with wrongness. He debated whether to remain behind and keep an eye on it, or take a risk by positioning himself between this creature and the swarm, which would keep him from being able to monitor it unless he kept his head tilted, which might announce his wariness to it and force aggression.

For now, perhaps, it was best to act as if he hadn't noticed it, and keep a close eye on it for any change of path or intention.

Had Sparx or Stella or any of the others spotted it yet?

Looking ahead again, he tried to see where they were, but without landmarks in the ocean below it was anyone's guess really. Hopefully they weren't too far off now. Tall Plains was up high enough that low storm clouds could completely envelop it, so the clouds ahead were not really any indication of position either. Spyro shook his head - too much worrying, not enough awareness and flying.

The creature above banked and went into a dive.

Spyro's pulse raced and everything slowed as he lunged ahead with a flap of his wings to intercept.

Small screams of fright could be heard from the swarm of bugs, and the creature nearly got to them, but was thwarted at the last second with a full-body Earth-spiked tackle from the purple dragon. A long cut along his side started to quickly close up as he charged his body with elemental power, wrestling and snarling against it, trying to subdue it while it keened out and screeched against his interference. This thing was freakishly strong! It easily broke free of his grip and righted itself, breaking a few gashes in its stone body from his Earth spikes, but not seeming any worse for the wear from them. Not giving it time to pursue the dragonflies, Spyro released his gathered charge with a powerful fire missile, smacking it in the faux face and summoning a clap of lightning from the nearby clouds, ripping a wing off its back and melting an adjacent leg. It screamed out and barreled right at him, spinning like a drill and aiming its long beak right at him for a kill. With another blast of breath, ice grew all over its body, slowing it rapidly and causing its trajectory to drop. Before Spyro could follow up, part of his ice sparked with electricity and flared out into a new wing, the golem sweeping up towards the dragonflies again.

"Think yourself a juggernaut?" Spyro growled, breathing shadow power onto his paws and then throwing bolts at it, snagging the stinger with a sticky web of dark power. Trying to yank it back though only destabilized his own flight, and it twirled its tail to try to throw him off. Spyro covered himself in Earth power again, becoming encased in a boulder and getting slung around by the shadow tether, coming crashing right into its face and shattering the rock with powerful Earth Blasts. Snapping its beak, it caught him right out of the boulder and almost crushed him, the purple dragon roaring out and wedging its beak open with his limbs. "FUCK YOU!" he yelled, limbs shaking, then glowed all over and breathed as hard as he could, expelling a brilliant purple blast of Convexity that tore its body into hundreds of pieces almost instantly. Not taking any chances, he breathed ice across his paws and clapped them together, creating a thick fog of ice particles and causing them to cover and cake onto the shards, then slung his paws as if throwing, sending the shards hurtling into the ocean below before any residual magic could start reforming the body.

Waiting a few moments to make sure it wasn't reforming and pursuing them, he snorted and looked up, then realized - he'd fallen out of the slipstream, the dragonflies were way ahead now. Crap... he groaned internally, flapping his wings to rise up and try to find it again. It was difficult to find from the outside, especially now that it had shifted from its pre-cataclysm path. A sudden sweep of wind nearly tumbled him, the jet stream catching his wings and bearing him along. It was a bit of a chore to catch up but after a while he caught sight of the glowing cloud of insects again.

"He back!" came an excited chirp. He couldn't help a little smirk at Amber's tiny voice so clear in the wind. Tall Plains rose ahead in the distance, thankfully clear-skied this time. His last trip had been fraught with thunder. Closer and closer they drew, yet it felt like it couldn't arrive fast enough. Massive stone megaliths came into clearer view, topped with trees or thick golden grasses, draped with vines and mosses dangling over the edges. A dreadwing flock came swooping around a pillar as they passed by, only to double-take and fly away in a frenzy upon seeing Spyro following the group. The slipstream finally died off as they approached the main cluster of pillars, vast bridges spanning most of them, reinforced with magic, stone, and iron chains this time around instead of vine ropes and decaying wood. Smoke signals wafted into the air here and there as the dragonfly cluster soared overhead, excited calls echoing from scouting groups and hunting parties upon seeing Spyro. It was still a lengthy flight across the jungle itself to get to the Atllawa village, but finally they touched down, Spyro shaking himself off and sighing in relief.

Most of the nearby villagers practically dropped what they were doing and rushed over to kneel and start bowing and praying towards Spyro and Sparx, the gold dragonfly clearing his throat and hovering forward with his hands out. "My dear worshippers," he started, "I come bearing great news! Starting today, I will be living among you with my kin!"

Spyro rolled his eyes at the botched attempt at godly speech, but the reception was as expected, cheers rising up. Kane stepped forward, more addressing Spyro than the diminutive bug throwing his village into an excitable tizzy. "Might I ask what's going on here?"

"The dragonflies are moving here for the time being," Spyro explained. "It's probably the safest place for them, their native swamp has been overrun with strange new golem creatures. The Guardians are researching it."

"I see. Well, they look useful enough..." the Atllawa leader grunted. "Wasn't expecting him to come in right on a god note but it works. You stayin' too?"

"Nope. I need to barter with some of your merchants after this settles down, Cynder's got some gardening ideas." His voice lowered. "And...some eggs to lay soon enough, so I can't hang around too long."

His eyes nearly popped from his face. "What??"

"Yep. Just...don't tell anyone yet, please. Guardian orders."

"Well, alright then. Can't say I'm too thrilled about the Terror of the Skies breeding but..."

Spyro's face darkened. "Don't call my mate that."

"Old habits, kid. We still haven't recovered from the damages she wrought. Anyway, this is good fortune for all it seems, the villagers were bemoaning their god forsaking them. At least one will be here with us it seems."

"I can try to visit more often but things are getting...a bit crazy again. You'll probably get an explanation soon enough since Tall Plains is a major crop source in the trade line."

"Fair enough. Let's get a festival going!" he called out, more cheers rising up and the villagers scattering to get things started. "Sparx, was it? You're gonna need to get situated in the Temple."

Spyro, not terribly comfortable with all the praise and bowing aimed at him with Kane's departure, excused himself to go "hunting" but it was really just him slipping away to go see the old paths he and Sparx had traversed, while he waited for the festival to get going and things to clear up and focus so he could get to his business and get heading home. He was also fairly concerned about that golem that had tried to intercept them. It seemed odd that the beast had been following them as it had, like it had known about their travel plans. Were there possibly more of them lurking nearby? But with all the elemental power of nature so thick in the jungle, he couldn't sense anything out of the ordinary at all. In fact, the thick vegetation seemed more lively than ever, especially compared to his previous visit three years ago. The jungle was taking quite well to the leaking ethers from the core and shattered land pieces. Tall Plains had mostly avoided the continental shifting and other weird effects, but was not wholly unaffected. A raging river of charged water was flowing between stone columns nearby, freefalling as a waterfall right into another upwards swoop that brought it nearly level with the canopy above. Trees had fallen during the Destroyer's march shaking the world, and there was evidence of fires having broken out years ago, be it from fireballs or lightning he couldn't tell, but the plants had little to no trouble overgrowing the damages. Small, glowing red birds zipped past with rapid chittering. Something rustled in the leaves by his paws and a snake's scaly tail vanished from sight.

Some of the old trap systems were still active and running, but many had fallen apart, especially the ones operating on stone mechanisms like the totem dart launchers. Bamboo punji trap pits lay broken and disused, some filled with forest detritus. A few of these areas he remembered clearly, but others seemed either older or newer, it was a strange mix. The paths were nowhere near what they had been before, and it was quite easy to get lost. With the sun starting to set, though, the area had a sort of serene yet simultaneously lively ambience to it.

Leaping into the air with a shove of his wings, he rose up above the trees and flew back to the village, making a beeline for the Temple where Sparx was sure to be. It was more of an open arena, where they had fought and defeated the previous "god" golem, but it had been built up with new stone masonry to create an actual worship space, where localized likenesses of himself and Sparx had been carved and richly painted on the walls. A very stylized dragon statue in the foyer was covered snout to tail in amethysts, gold plates, and an unusually vibrant thin-carved wood for the wingskins, and some sort of chiming gearwork inside the pedestal kept a golden facsimile of Sparx revolving around the dragon statue on a thin wire. In the center of the building was a great altar made from the surviving chunks of the "god" golem, covered in blood from animal sacrifices and butcher work. Last time he'd been here the building had only been a foundation but he'd gotten to eat some meat carved at that altar. At the far wall, Sparx and the other dragonflies were gathered with Kane and some of the other Atllawa, the gold bug trying to explain the situation to his very confused family.

"Hi, Spyro," Stella announced with a wave to break up the tension as he approached.

"Hey bud, thanks for the assist out there," Sparx said as he flew over and lightly punched Spyro's shoulder. The dragon barely felt it.

"Hey, couldn't let it get anyone. Everyone okay after that flight?"

"Eh, old farts are a bit worse for wear but they'll get over it now that we're here. Longer haul than I expected, but it worked out."

"You gonna be okay here?"

Sparx threw his hands apart to motion at the building surrounding them. "You kiddin'?! Look at this place! It's awesome!" He flitted over to a wall painting of himself. "Look at this and tell me I ain't gonna be okay here! They still praise us, dude!"

"Yeah I can see that."

The other dragonflies looked caught between incredulous apprehension and sheer surprise that this was actually legitimate. "So...wait..." one of the elders started, his blue glow jittering around his body, "you're serious, that's actually you and not just some coincidental likeness??"

Kane nodded, tapping his sharpened reed pipe against his hip. "That's right. These two took out our previous rampaging god. They saved us from destruction. Spyro and Sparx are our new gods, though they've been absent from Tall Plains for several years. This Temple didn't exist here before they arrived. It's all in their honor."

The grin on Sparx's face, the sheer "I told you so" exuding from him was almost tangible. "Awesoooome!" he almost squealed under his breath, fist-pumping a few times.

"However," Kane added, "layabout gods might find themselves losing favor, if you catch my drift."

"Drift caught, sir!" Sparx replied, straightening up with a salute. It was so hard to tell if he was being serious or sarcastic. "I'm sure we can reach an agreement in return for shelter."

"Speaking of agreements, I'd better get that stuff for Cynder before everyone parties too hard," Spyro added, turning around with a wave of his wing. "Good luck, guys!"

"Thanks for getting us here safely!" Flash called back.

Amber zipped over and flitted in front of his face, squirming shyly, then tried to hug his muzzle before zipping back to her parents. He blinked in confusion, then smiled softly and made his way out to the grand plaza where the villagers were gathering all kinds of foods and beverages and putting up last-minute decor to celebrate the return of their two "gods". He couldn't really understand the language they used, especially when they were so rapidly uttering prayers, and it took him a bit to get them focused enough to ask where he could get some seeds for certain crops. Instead of merchants dealing, though, he was swarmed with villagers offering him tributes of seeds, fruits, vegetables, nuts, and spices. "I can't take all this back!" he insisted, but they were adamant that he bear their gifts. With a heavy sigh of resignation he reluctantly accepted their gifts, having to store them in his magic inventory with how much there was. He hated having to do that, it felt so weird to rely on magic like that. The Atllawa refused to take his attempted payments either, so he made a note to anonymously send a lump sum in reparation when he got back. Some samples of food and drink were foisted at him as well for "blessing". "Uh...alright then, um...may good fortune be bestowed on those who consume at tonight's festival...?" he hesitantly rambled off the top of his head. It was good enough, apparently, Hell, he probably could've sneezed on the food and they would've gone just as nuts with excitement. Taking a few offered samples, he finally managed to excuse himself and left with haste, eager to get away from the noise and excitement and get back home to Cynder. It felt weird just seeing his family off so quickly like this, but social things were never his thing. The praise and freebies were more than enough already for his patience.

Before he could clear the village bounds, though, he saw a gold gleam ahead, followed by purple. "Sparx?" he asked as he approached.

"Hey bud. Thanks again for the help."

"No problem, but shouldn't you be at the Temple? They're about to start."

Rubbing his neck, he sighed with a bit of a chuckle. "Yeah, well... I guess like you, it's a bit stifling for me all at once. B'sides...we uh...wanted to get a look at the area. Or well, a feel," he added, glancing at Stella and her clouded eyes.

"Not just that..." she added, moving over and holding his hand. "Mom and dad had to admit that Sparx more than pulled his weight for us."

A smirk crossed the dragon's face. "I see. So you two are officially together now?"

They both nodded. Sparx tried to say "Thanks" but it only came as a silent mouthing.

"Good luck, and stay in touch. Preferably something a bit more legible for those of us with bigger eyes. Have Kane send something instead of a tiny leaf."

"Yeah...that'll be much easier now I bet. But...you'll...come and visit, right?" The hesitance in his voice, the break in his usual smug facade, made Spyro frown.

"I'll definitely try. But I'll have to see how this...um... 'situation' rolls out. It may not leave me with a lot of free time. I'll try to make a few visits soon enough if I can though, to get away at the very least."

"Just drop in, I'm sure the locals would love it." Stella kissed Sparx's cheek and he blushed.

"Alright. So...how long until I hear I'm an uncle?"

"Dude!" Sparx hissed, his girlfriend giggling. "Too soon!"

"Or is it~?" Stella cooed.

"I'll leave you two to it. Good luck managing godhood though, Sparx, you're gonna need it."

"Hey, I didn't come here expecting a free lunch."

With that, Spyro headed off, Sparx watching him disappear into the gathering fog as the temperature dropped. A purple glow moved into his field of vision and he smiled and embraced Stella. "Sooo, mister 'god', whaddaya say we work on some demigods, hm?"

"I swear everyone he comes close to turns into a horny mess," Sparx grumbled, making her laugh. "And we're not even dragons!"

"No, we're dragonflies." Her giddy smile turned to a more serious, proud one. "You did good, Sparx. I'm sure we'll do well here."

"I sure hope so. Let's get back to the festival, can't have them thinking both their gods ditched them."

"Am I a god by association now too?"

"Dunno, maybe, might have to get some eggs in you to seal the deal there." He winked, even though she couldn't really see it, but the flirtatious tone in his voice made her blush and giggle again.

"I really can't wait for that..."

It was almost midnight by the time Spyro alighted outside his home, the lights still on inside, Cynder humming to herself as she worked on yet another delectable concoction that drew him in by his nose. Licking his lips, he nudged the door open. "Hey, I'm back," he called in, letting his inventory magic loose and dropping the gifts on the floor by the guest bedroom door. Her smell was not quite as strong as the food, but no less potent to him, his body reacting and letting go of his tension as his shaft flopped from his sheath and quickly stiffened with eager anticipation.

"Just about done," she called back from the kitchen. He heard the oven door close, then turned around to find her framed in the doorway, her wings stroking her rounded middle. Spyro smiled, panting lightly in anticipation as Cynder sinuously swayed her hips, pacing closer with those alluring bedroom eyes and a lick of her lips, his shaft throbbing and leaking pre with his pulse as it slapped repeatedly against his belly. "Heyyy..." she whispered, nosing up along his neck and cheek, purring as she slid along his side like a cat and rubbed all along him. With a flick of her tail against his chin, she coiled back around and kissed his cheek. "And how's my big strong dragonfly chaperone?"

"Tired. Very tired. But happy to be home after all that."

"You'll have to tell me about it...but I think right now we both know what we need, and it isn't storytime."

"No it's not." He surged over her and she yelped and giggled as she was brought to the ground under him, then she melted against him and purred happily as they fell into a lustful, passionate kiss, his hips bucking lightly and grinding his ridged and soft-barbed shaft over her sopping wet netherscales.

"Can't be in my womb, sadly..." she whispered to him, meshing her toes between his when he went to hold her paw.

"Wasn't planning on it," he replied with a devious smirk, backing up. Cynder watched, biting her lip with a giddy grin as she watched that generous maleness drag along her belly and felt him along her pussy, his heavy balls sliding along her tail. Once his penis was out of sight around the gravid swell of her middle she leaned her head back and groaned out, squirming with need, then squeaked and moaned as his tip sank into her tight little tailhole. "So tight and hot...you've been masturbating waiting for me, haven't you?"

She nodded with a shy blush. "I was kinda hoping you'd come home and shove your penis right into me...I love it when you do that."

"Well I can't exactly do that with your ass now can I?" he quipped, licking her belly as he walked himself forward with small bucks of his hinds, Cynder moaning softly with each roll of her body from her tight grip on his dick. "Didn't ask Flame for any favors either, huh?"

"Nah, he and Ember were too busy celebrating." Her paws laid on his cheeks and she kissed him again. "Congrats, 'daddy', Ember's pregnant with your eggs already."

The jolt that raced through him made him nearly blow his load already, Cynder squeaking and giggling when she felt his penis stiffen even more inside her. "Wow..." was all he could say, standing there with a distant, stunned look.

"Now how about you make up for your little quip on your last return...and not let me off your dick all night?"

"You're gonna have a sore butt in the morning."

"Don't care. Fuck me all night long, I want all your cum inside me!"

He caught her mouth with his, pulling her into another deeply passionate kiss and arching his back to roll his hips up roughly against her rear, making her groan out as she finally took every inch of his cock in her undertail. A deep shudder of pleasure rippled through her at that and she moaned into his mouth, eyes rolling back as he started sawing his hips and giving her long, slow thrusts. His paws found her hips and he held her tightly to his crotch, giving a few sharp, shallow bucks before returning to the long slow strokes, the black dragoness quivering and moaning lewdly as she felt his fleshy barbs and ridges popping in and out. His paws moved up to her belly and he arched over her to start kissing and licking at her gravid swell, kneading against the shells, making her coo happily and rub his head with her paws. "I love you," he muttered against her.

"Well...cum...home..." she huffed out between thrusts, making him roll his eyes with a smirk and give a particularly sharp buck that had her squealing on the cusp of climax already.

Pleasure melted the night away, one orgasm after another. Cynder woke up shortly before sunrise to find them back in the nest, Spyro still balls-deep inside her anus but passed clean out, his semi-erection lightly throbbing in her grip. She nuzzled back against him with a happy purr, her paws on her belly as she basked in his presence. There was still an edge of afterglow clinging to her, but all she remembered was that, true to his word, not once had his lovely shaft left her body the whole night. And, true again to his word, she was rather sore now, but it was a good soreness, at least in her mind, even if her body didn't feel the same about it. Her tail carefully coiled and shuffled against his as a guide until she felt her scales brush against his warm, heavy testicles, then looped her tail around them to gently knead them, making him moan out softly in his sleep and firm back up inside her once more. A soft coo of delight escaped her throat as she felt that long, thick cock sliding back up into her depths, pulsing with his heartbeat against her back, his forelegs shifting to wrap securely around her and pull her to his chest, his hips bucking ever so lightly. Cynder purred in delight and let him sleepily hump her while she drifted off again.

Next thing she knew, it was almost midday by how bright the sunlight was through the window. Spyro was no longer inside or behind her, to her disappointment, but there was a lovely smell of roasting meat, other than her roast that she'd left to cure overnight in the oven. He had left her some delicious meat cuts dusted with spices from Tall Plains, and only now did she realize the volume of offerings. "Wow..." she whispered, eyeing the sacks by the guest bedroom. Padding over to them, she worried them open with her wingblades to peek inside. Flour, grains, cornmeal, dried herbs in separate cloth bags and sleeves, dried mushrooms, roasted nuts, preserved fruits and vegetables, and seeds. So many different seed bags. Flowers, various crops, trees, fruits, vegetables, legumes, bushes and shrubs, spice plants...how much of this would actually grow here?? The sheer variety almost made her dizzy! Spyro couldn't have bought all this!

A noise outside grabbed her attention, what sounded like rocks tumbling against each other. For a split second an adrenaline jolt raced through her at the thought of a golem, but then she smelled Spyro nearby and grinned, peering into the unfinished hallway to find him still working on the playroom and bedroom foundations. "Hey, sleep well?" he asked when he spotted her watching him.

"Well enough," she replied, leaning against the firmer finished wall and smiling dreamily as she watched him work. Occasional peeks of his sheath and hefty nutsack blessed her vision between gaps in the stones, making her lick her lips.

Moving this way and that, he fiddled the stones together with some mortar and some bracing sticks, until he glanced in and saw her still watching him. "Something up?" he asked.

"Not really."

"Need something?"

"I see all I need."

He smirked back and rolled his eyes, then teasingly wiggled his hips above a hole in the ceiling to let her eyeball his jiggling bits. She was so tempted to stand up and kiss them or lick them. "I should be done with this by dinner, I think. I basted the roast for you by the way."

"With cum?" she teased, getting him to peer back inside at her with an incredulous look.

"You're weird."

"Your sexiness empowers it." Blowing him a kiss, she turned and sauntered back to the main room. The idea of saucing or basting the meat with his cum was oddly tempting to her. There definitely wouldn't be a flavor conflict, at least not for her, though he didn't seem too keen on the idea of using his seed for culinary purposes. She did want to at least try it sometime though. Licking her lips again, she sighed and giggled to herself, checking on the meats and snacking on what he'd prepped for her while she got a proper meal going.

He was done before she had dinner ready, sneaking up behind her and ducking under her tail to give her labial scales a loving, suckling kiss, causing her to squeal with surprised pleasure. "Hey hun..." he whispered, nibbling along her neck and giving her cheek a kiss. "That smells wonderful."

"My pussy or the food?" she asked as she finished dicing some mushroom slices roasted in spiced honey.

"Yes."

"You're more than welcome to snack," she replied with a little grin over her shoulder, her tail curling over her back.

"Don't mind if I do," he growled lustfully, diving under her tail again and quickly settling in to make out with her nethers. Cynder bit her lip and gave a giddy grin of bliss, spreading her legs a tad and continuing her work on the food while he pleasured her. Something about the casualness of their sexuality with each other tickled her fancies in all the right ways. His hot breath and skilled tongue against her folds and inside her tight passage sent shivers through her core, her hips pressing back to encourage him for more. Kissing and nipping at her labia, his tongue speared into her passage and she nearly came right there, moaning to the ceiling, uncaring who might hear them.

"Oh Spyro..." she cooed out, eyes rolling back as he assaulted her nerves just right.

"Should I spend a night just snacking with you?" he asked, licking his lips and giving her slit a long, firm lick as well, sending a shiver all down her body.

"Fuck yes," she whispered. "I just wanna spend a whole day and night having all kinds of sex with you, not have to bother with chores or visits or anything else...like we did back at the cave."

"Is that your nesting side speaking?"

"Who cares? My body needs yours!"

With that invitation he reared up and grabbed her hips and slid his penis right up into her aching nethers, Cynder gasping out and nearly cumming again right there as she quivered and fluttered around that ridged girth. "Better get ready for a drink, hun, I'm not stopping until I have to cum, and you're gonna have to drink it all if you don't want a mess."

She gulped in anticipated excitement, practically drooling at the idea of guzzling his cum again. "Yessss,,," she hissed eagerly, clenching so tight on his cock that his first pull to start thrusting pulled her back with him, both of them flinching at the loss of balance and then laughing at how silly it was. He hilted in her and she moaned out again, feeling his penis pressing their eggs against her inner walls. "Wanna try counting them again?"

He grinned over her and pulled back slowly, teasingly, feeling her hips quiver and her insides ripple every time a ridge or barb slid back out of her tight cervix. "Let's see...one...two..." A small thrust. "Three...four...I think..." Giving a few more slow thrusts, he purred as he felt the shells rubbing against his girth. "Yeah, that's four..." His paws rubbed her belly, slightly shifting the eggs against himself in her womb. "Yeah, two more under where I can't really reach. Wait..." His paws slid back towards her nethers and he groped at that sexy swell for a bit, causing her to bite her lip and stifle a lewd groan of pleasure from the contact on her stretched hide.

"Fuuuuck..." she mewled, claws threatening to dig into the stone of their kitchen floor. "Spyro I'm gonna cum already!"

"Yeah, right there," he continued, pressing up against her belly with his toes and teasingly kneading her there. "It's small, but seven. Might be the first one out if it's down here."

"SPYRO!!" she shrieked, bucking back shakily and nearly throwing him off as her climax crashed over her. Panting and moaning, gasping for breath, she quaked and shuddered powerfully under him, waves of ecstasy wracking her body, her juices gushing like a fountain under her and coating his balls and legs with her nectar. "Oh fuck- yes- yeesss!" she whimpered between breaths, humping madly against him for more. Her mate took the advantage and gripped her hips, settling into a decently quick pace so as not to jar the eggs too much, but enough to rub all her favorite spots with his barbs and ridges, his pendulous orbs brushing against her swollen clit peeking out of her slit.

With a low growl he struggled to pull himself away, wanting to finish inside her, but gradually he pulled out of her depths, his cock glistening with her juices. Without his cock holding her up she slumped to the floor, panting in afterglow, then she purred and nuzzled blindly, opening her mouth with a huge grin and letting him slide that massive shaft into her throat. "Hope you're thirsty," he churred, rubbing her head.

"Mmmmm~" she purred back around him, making him wince at the vibrations on his member nearly setting him off already. Her lips kissed his sheath and she gulped around him, slowly shuffling herself beneath him to lie on her back and let his heavy balls rest on her nose while her tongue and throat tended to his generous length.

"So hot..." he groaned out, licking his lips at the double meaning as his cock rested in her warm neck and he eyeballed her huge belly just under him, framing her still-gaping pussy just under that swell. Hew paws came up under him to grope at his sack and press his nuts to her nose, giving a few quick breaths against his scales, enjoying the closeness of her mate's most precious bits. Back at their first cave, she'd spent nearly a whole night like this, just nursing on his cock and nuzzling against his jewels, and it brought back such fond memories doing this again with him. Or that time he'd thoroughly fucked her silly and then just stuffed her mouth with his dick while he ate her out, and she'd fallen asleep nursing on him in relaxation. Or when he'd gotten morning wood and she'd finally, for the first time, gotten his entire length into her mouth, cupping his balls to her nose and purring to him while he slept. Those early memories of their early sexcapades flooded her mind and she purred louder, suckling hard and starting to bob her head a bit. Above her, Spyro was transfixed by the sight of her massive pregnant belly glowing with life and lust, and her pussy nearly pouring with her arousal. He wanted to go down on her again but the sight was just so amazing to him in that moment he was almost paralyzed with admiration and lust for his beloved.

Cynder churred around his dick, eyes closed, letting her other senses take over, huffing through her nose for breath against his hefty sack. He was getting close, she knew those telltale throbs. Grinning around him, she kneaded his balls gently, mindful of her claws, and started gulping harder around him, stroking his maleness with her throat. Above her, she heard him groan, feeling his body quivering with restraint. Then his nuts pulled up in her grip and he tensed all over with a low roar, hips pressing his sheath firmly to her lips. A sudden sharp buck from his tool in her mouth, then it started pulsing, and she started swallowing, feeling those first gloriously rich spurts flood into her throat and spill down, swallowing his load with practiced ease and eager desire. Over and over and over again, he spurted, tensing repeatedly above her and panting and groaning in euphoria while she nursed every drop she could get from him, kissing at his sheath and rubbing his upper ridges with her tongue to coax as much as she could from his body. This close to him, she could almost feel an unusual elemental power rippling through his body. Was that how he was always so productive? Was his body autonomously using his elemental connection to generate more fluids? The idea sent a perverse thrill through her, her legs squirming and rubbing together to lightly grind the scales agaisnt her sensitive netherlips.

Finally, her mate finished ejaculating with a long, low moan of relief, sitting there panting for breath. Cynder wiggled back and slid his penis from her throat, kissing and suckling on him on her way back, then she kissed the tip and held his shaft to keep it from flopping on the cold floor while she rolled to her feet and sat up to kiss him, gently stroking his cock while it retreated into his sheath. Nosing and kissing back at her, he basked in his afterglow, smiling at her loving grin, so proud of herself for taking that whole load in her stomach.

"Don't think I'm gonna need to eat for a while," she teased, licking his nose.

"Your breath smells like cum, you know."

With a wink she slowly got to her feet and sashayed her way out of the kitchen, making sure to coil her tail up and around a few times to give him a clear view under it, a view he very much appreciated. "Gonna lie down in the nest for a while, getting that antsy feeling again. Could you...get some water for me?"

"Sure." He fiddled with getting her some meat cuts anyway, sawing his claws through the meat with a bit of fire power on them to give a crisp surface. Grabbing a large bowl, he brought it and the meat over to the nest and she rolled her eyes as she padded around in circles to get comfortable.

"I meant from outside, you doofus."

"Sure." Holding his paw over the bowl, she watched as...nothing happened. But he sat there, eyes closed and a bit of fire pulsing from his mouth and around his lips with every breath while he focused on something. After a short while, she flinched when a gleam caught her eye and a trail of water streamed through the window, through the air, and landed in the bowl.

"You smartass."

Shaking his toes, he created a few ice cubes, letting them plunk into the water noisily with a smug grin. "Hey, at least you have a mate that can do that, instead of making you wait even longer to fly down, scoop it up, and bring it back half-sloshed out already. But why outside, specifically?"

Shrugging, she tucked her paws under herself. "Tastes better than the elementally contrived stuff. I dunno really. I think your elemental stuff is too...pure, maybe? I end up feeling a bit drier after drinking it."

"You wound me."

Her tail curled up to accentuate the blade at the end. "Not unless you want me to."

"Alright, fine, I'll shut up."

"Good. Unless you're gonna put that tongue to better use..." She splayed her legs a bit as she laid on her side, pulling the upper one back to reveal her sex to him again. He licked his lips and purred with lust, but then sighed softly and shook his head. Normally, he'd grin at the idea and perhaps indulge her, but the apprehension in his eyes made her pause.

"Is that...really all there is to us? Just...constant sex? I'm not saying I don't like it, far from it but...I still can't help worrying about how this Matriarch-Patriarch thing is gonna affect us in the future."

"I don't think there's much to worry about really. We just keep having sex, maybe the Matrons keep collecting your cum? I hope they tell us how that works soon."

"Yeah...hope so. I can't help being scared about the future with all this."

Leaning forward, she butted her head against his neck and he leaned against her. "Hey...Spyro? I love you. But I also need you. And you're not really yourself when you're worrying so much. It's scary stuff, I know. I've said it before, let the others do their jobs to sort this out. Don't take it all on yourself. You're a father now. You're gonna have to be you, for the kids and for me."

"I know...I know. It just...won't leave me alone, even when I tell myself things will be okay, that we've got it controlled. But...Cynder...are you...sure we should keep this first clutch? I want to keep getting you pregnant but..."

She sighed against him. "I don't know yet. But...I don't have it in me to give these little ones up to someone else. It's...our first. Our first clutch. Our first kids...but imagine, Spyro, they can meet their little siblings later? Everywhere they go, they'll have siblings. A family so big they might never really be alone. That's...how I want to see it, anyway. Something we never had. A family."

"I guess. I'm just...kinda scared still. I don't want our eggs going to someone who won't love them."

"It's...kind of a dark thought...but isn't that what our parents did? To us, at the Temple? We were apparently just left there. But why? That was never explained to us. Should we...do something like that? Have our kids be laid and raised at the Temple like they intended for us before that horrible war?"

His gut churned at that. "I...don't know. We should ask the Guardians. I'd...probably feel better if they did that, but...I'd also hate to get girls pregnant and then rob them of raising their kids. I don't know. There's never an easy answer to any of this."

"I know. But we'll figure something out." Lifting her wing, she smiled up at him. "Come on. Let's get some sleep." Slipping into the nest with her, he carefully sidled up against her so his belly was against hers, then he cradled that gravid swell with his paws, leaning down to kiss and lick and nuzzle at her, feeling the eggs against his toes and lips. Cynder purred and lightly kneaded him, then caught his lips when he moved up to ask her something. "Shhh...just sleep, Spyro. Sleep with us."

He buried his face against her neck and sighed heavily to try to relax, and she hugged him close and purred him to sleep.

Cynder awoke first again, stretching and groaning, a few joints popping, then she felt something poking her back. With a grin she carefully rolled over to see Spyro fast asleep behind her, sporting quite the raging morning wood dribbling with his sweet pre. "Oh my..." she murmured, scooting a bit more to bring her face to his groin. "Hello beautiful," she whispered, licking at his tip and gathering that sticky fluid onto her tongue. She swirled it around in her mouth for a bit, enjoying his flavor while she eyed that impressive gilded purple mast. A tapered golden tip crowned with a ring of small mauve back-swept soft barbs, and a prominent golden urethral bulge running the entire length, accentuated by its ventral line of fleshy purple larger barbs. Ridges grew out around his circumference from that bulge, much more pronounced along the top of his dick and edged with gold. It was a thing of beauty to her. Most other penises she'd seen were just monotone, usually colored like their owner's primary scales with darker veins, or sometimes matching the sheath and testicles with less visible detail beyond the ridges. Flame's was kind of like Spyro's but minus the gold, just a brilliant fiery red like Ignitus's had been. Kissing his tip, she purred and suckled a bit to draw out his pre, gulping it down and moving to the rest of his phallic details, her tongue trailing slowly between every crown barb, down to the first ridge and spiraling around his dick to the urethral lateral barbs, tracing figure-eights between them for a bit before going back up to love on his ridges. There was so much penis for her to enjoy! Here and there she would pull back to lick up more of his gathering lubricant from his tip, thoroughly enjoying the sweet-salty flavor. "Mmmm..." she murred, loving that taste. The first time she'd licked his pre had been...an odd flavor, to say the least, but one that very quickly hooked her, got her addicted to her mate's cum.

Shuffling very carefully, she hefted herself up over him, a bit shaky from the weight in her belly, and then moaned under her breath as she slipped that throbbing cock into her tight, wet, warm confines again, slipping him into her womb and sheathing him inside herself where he belonged. Purring, she just sat there atop him and closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of him throbbing in her depths. Leaning back, she peered down at herself and spotted that distinct extra bulge in her belly, and poked it with her toepad, giggling when she felt him throb harder.

"It's so deep inside..." she muttered, rolling her hips up and watching that bulge vanish, then reappear when her labial scales kissed his sheath again. As much as she loved being pregnant, she also missed being trim enough to really toy with that lovely bulge poking out of her belly. The first time she'd realized his penis had grown so long had been quite the shocker, to both of them, Spyro almost panicking until she'd started basically masturbating him in her belly by rubbing the bulge of his cock up and down. She couldn't wait to see that again, after spending months so heavy and round with eggs.

With him so deep inside her again, she couldn't help rolling her hips, feeling those soft barbs raking along her walls and his ridges popping in and out of her cervix and shifting the eggs in her belly. It was such a weird yet incredibly pleasurable mix of sensations. If she really was addicted to sex, she had no problem with it with her mate, gently bouncing on his lap and moaning under her breath. She was split between the intense desire to feel him ejaculate in her womb once more and feel that warm cream gushing into her belly, or following the Matrons' advice and refraining until after the eggs were laid. Without a specific timeline to look forward to, the urge to have his hot load in her belly was getting unbearable. His hinds shifted as he squirmed in his sleep, Cynder clenching on his cock in apprehension of him waking up, getting him to moan softly and start slowly humping up off the floor into her. Trying to hold back a lewd moan of bliss, she gave a shaky sigh, leaning her head back and closing her eyes with a dopey grin as she relished the pleasure of having him in her depths. Lifting her butt a bit she coiled her tail under herself to stroke at his hefty balls, purring softly when the sensual contact and light pressure made his shaft throb and shift against her inner walls. Laying down carefully atop him, slightly sideways to avoid too much pressure on her precious cargo, she nuzzled against his neck and sighed happily against his scales, purring and wiggling her hips side to side slowly to enjoy the intimate closeness.

It had the intended effect after a while, the purple male shifting and wincing, then yawning and stretching, wrapping his forelegs around her and pulling her close. "Mmmm...Cyn..." he mumbled, not yet fully awake. She purred louder, sinking into the hug and moaning softly when his hips started rolling more firmly against her. After a few more thrusts his eyes cracked open and he smiled at her, still bleary and slow, just drinking in the sight of his smiling mate lit with morning glow. "Hey, sexy mama."

"Hey hunky daddy." Licking his chin, she nuzzled up at him with a happy little giggle that made his heart flutter. "Sleep well?"

"Well enough I guess." His paws groped her belly and she purred, squirming a little. "Need belly rubs this morning?"

"What I need is something we're supposed to refrain from." She accentuated it by humping more firmly on him and grinding her netherlips against his sheath.

"Then why did you put my penis so deep?"

"Because." She sat up and started bouncing more firmly. "Wanted to feel you in there again...I just can't get enough!"

"And where am I supposed to cum then? I'm starting to get close."

"I dunno, I just wanna feel your penis in my womb right now." Standing up above him and holding her belly with her paws, she almost fully pulled off from his dick, just the tip quivering in her entrance, then she sank back down, swaying her hips side to side and moaning adorably as his ridges slipped into her depths one after another, barbs popping into her womb after being squished against his cock through her cervix. Every little pop and squish around his penile details felt amazing, making her whole tunnel shiver and clench around him, until she was seated on his lap again and his tip was poking the top of her belly. She leaned her neck down and kissed that bulge, giggling at the hard throb in her body as his dick surged at the contact. His teeth squeaked against each other a bit, jaw clenched, his whole body tensing up.

"Gonna cum!"

With a reluctant whine, she held still, letting him come down off that high. He huffed and panted under her, paws clenching against the nest and tail wriggling against hers, his shaft pulsing dangerously with his excited pulse, waning slowly until he relaxed away from his edge. "I wanna feel it inside me though..."

"Sorry but you heard the Matrons...we're supposed to not until after the eggs."

"I knoooowwww..." she groaned, wiggling on his lap. "But it feels so fucking good and I need it..." With a sad sigh she slowly pulled herself up over him, moaning cutely as that lovely member slid free of her tight nethers. A thick, sticky dollop of pre and her fluids was pulled out of her tunnel with his ridges, making a wet splat on his belly. Cynder moved aside and stared lustfully at that gilded purple spire bobbing and straining with his pulse, drooling pre from the tip.

"Did you cum yet?" he asked.

"No, was hoping you'd last a bit longer."

Slowly maneuvering himself and grabbing a small cleaning rag nearby, he wiped off their fluids. "Let's head outside and fill you there, we need a bath. I'll make it up to you."

"You'd better. I need to cum and I need your cum."

He led her outside, nudging the door open. Warm sun, cool breeze, a slight smell of autumn in the air. Where had the time gone this year?

Warm breath and soft scales cupping his nuts jerked him back to reality and he glanced back to find Cynder with her head ducked under him, lightly bouncing his balls atop her muzzle. "Enjoying those?"

"Always...they're so big and sexy..." She nuzzled against the back of his sack and then moved forward to let his balls drag along her muzzle up to her face, letting them rest there for a bit before pulling back to give each testicle a slow, loving kiss. "Wish I could love on these all day."

"Maybe when the eggs are laid and we're just laying around with them."

"I'm gonna hold you to that, you know."

"Oh I know. I wouldn't suggest it otherwise." He turned around and she lifted up to look at him, his nose booping hers. "Hi."

"Hi." She giggled and nuzzled at him, purring as they shared a neck-hug. Spyro smiled and pulled back, then paced around her to look her over. "What?"

"What? You got to appreciate my balls, now I get to appreciate your you."

"Cheeseball..." she murmured with a roll of her eyes, but feeling his roaming over her form made her blush and smile, wings lifting over her back to give him an unobstructed view of her belly full of life. When he moved behind her she lifted her tail, a little shiver of lust rippling down her back at the appreciative, almost possessive growl of approval from him. The back and forth casual dominance in their relationship was a fun little dynamic.

A squeak of surprise escaped her when he shoved up under her tail and started assaulting her pussy with his tongue, sinking it in deep and lapping swiftly and firmly at her walls. "F-fuuuuu..." she trailed off into a low groan of utter pleasure, legs spreading, pussy clamping onto his tongue but too slick to grip him, her juices dribbling off his chin.

"Mmmmmm..." he rumbled into her, his paw coming up and gripping her hip, digging his claws lightly into her scales and pulling her back to mash his mouth against her sodden folds. A shaky, lewd moan floated from her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she submitted to the intense ecstasy rapidly welling up from their edging only moments ago. Without warning his tongue stabbed at her g-spot right as his lower teeth raked lightly on her swelling clit, causing her to seize up and nearly throw him back when she bucked and started cumming hard, spurting so forcefully all over the ground it was almost like his water breath attack. Wave after wave of bliss washed over her and made her gush, splashing the grass under herself until she came down from her high, panting heavily and shaky all over. "I think you're ready now," he growled, standing up and grabbing her hips.

"Wait wha-" she gasped, then squeaked out again. "Ohh fuuuuck~" she croaked as his penis sank into her rear. His paws moved around her hips down to her belly, one paw groping that lovely swell, the other diddling her clit and pussy with his toepad while he settled into a fast, deep-thrusting rhythm. Cynder's mouth hung agape, tongue dangling and a happy moan escaping her at the pleasant fullness in her ass and the gentle pleasure from her pussy lips. It was a bit difficult to hold him up on her back and support the weight of their eggs, but the effort was worth it as he leaned in and started nibbling on her back, grooming her while fucking her. Soon enough she yelped out and quaked powerfully under him, cumming again and spurting all over his legs and balls and paws, which set him off with a low roar of conquest against her shoulder, humping up rapidly and spurting hot liquid bliss in her depths. They stood there panting and moaning softly with every heavy fountain of his cream swelling her belly a little until the pressure made it start leaking back out of her. With a lewd squelching noise he pulled out and she almost sank into the grass under her, feeling leaden and hazy and blissed out all over her body. Spyro took the chance to roll her over, letting her pant to the sky while he used his water power to scrub her off again, then cleaned his bits and kissed her belly.

"I think you need some sunlight for a bit."

"Yeeaaaahhhh..." she sighed out slowly, eyes closed, basking in her afterglow. He came up and kissed her on the lips and she purred back. "Bring 'em here..." she whispered. Spyro chuckled and teabagged her face teasingly, Cynder nuzzling and kissing and licking at his orbs affectionately before giving them a gentle parting pat. "I'm so glad we can do stuff like this together."

"Same. Love you, Cynder. I'll be back later, I'm gonna go see if I can't get some info."

"About what?"

"Stuff. I'll let you know when I get back. Just relax for now." Spreading his wings he lunged into the sky and was off. Her first reaction was to wonder what the heck he needed info about, but it didn't sound too serious, so she nestled into the grass and closed her eyes again, wings spread wide against the ground and her paws resting on her gravid middle.

She didn't even realize she'd dozed off until wings nearby gusted air across her, someone coming in for a landing, but the smell was familiar yet not. "Hmmm?" she lazily trilled out as she woke up, stretching and yawning.

"That's probably the sexiest thing I've seen in a while."

"Flame?"

"Yeah. Came looking for Spyro but I guess he's out?"

She tried to nod against the grass but her horns were stuck in the ground. Phasing with Shadow, she freed herself easily and craned her neck up to look at him. Of course, with her belly and undertail on full display, he was, predictably, hard and spurting pre against his belly. "He left...wow...what time is it, I didn't even know I fell asleep."

"Ember's sunning herself too, it's a lazy kind of day. Wanted to ask him if there are any good spots to maybe set up a home here."

"Need to take care of that?" she asked, flicking her tail lightly in the general direction of his crotch.

"Yeah but it's fine, I can head back to Ember."

"Nah, if I caused that, I don't mind helping with it, if you want." Her legs were still spread wide and she made no motion to deny access. Flame licked his lips in contemplation, then shrugged and smiled. She smiled back as he stood over her and rubbed her belly, her tail moving up to stroke at his balls and cock, of course very mindful of that dangerous sharp edge at the end. "So...you and Ember looking to settle here instead?"

He nodded, then moved up further over her, dipping his hips and sinking his hard shaft into her anus, the black dragoness welcoming it by curling her tail once around his. "It's..up in the air. Warfang has everything we need, and most of our friends, but...something is bugging us. It feels like some sort of calling to be here. Ember has this wild idea of starting up a small trade station here by the Temple. Not like, commerce trading, but work trades. Her jewelry work and metal and gem knowledge could help the Temple. I don't know what I can contribute but...I could find something." Slowly rolling his hips, he started thrusting, Cynder purring at the gentle pleasurable fullness.

"Ember's not gonna be mad at you for fucking me, is she?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "You and Spyro need to lighten up. Casual sex is totally normal. I fucked eleven girls in one day and Ember didn't bat an eye at it. Of course, I owed her big after that 'cuz I was too tired to give her a round that night, but that was it. Spyro's welcome to mount her and cream her all he wants too, I don't care. Hell, makes my life a bit easier if she's sated for a few hours."

"It's still a lot to get used to."

Pressing up and hilting into her, he rubbed his hips in small circles to grind his sheath against her butt, wriggling his dick in different directions inside her. "I can't imagine. Well, I kinda can. Some uppity snots sometimes come to Warfang to settle and are totally appalled at the 'depths of depravity' in the 'lower class scalies'. Which are the ones keeping their haughty way of life in existence, but eh. Who cares what they think. At the end of the day, time well spent with friends is what matters more than their opinions."

"I kinda want that...but I'm still...kinda scared of how others would react to me. Last time I went to Warfang with Spyro...I mean, I know some praise me as a hero as much as they do for him but others still...hate me. And it hurts."

His paws rubbed her belly and she moaned softly. "Can't run from pain forever. Some day you'll probably have to deal with it and stand in its face. But many miss you. Many more have mostly gotten over your dark days. I think you'd find better reception now than you did before. You should head out there sometime with him. I know he wants to show you the reservoir lake after the Shattering. It's a great spot!"

"Yeah, he mentioned that I think." She clenched on his cock and he started thrusting again. "But are you sure you should move? I mean, Warfang has what Ember needs for her crafts. The Temple Island doesn't have those materials routes."

"I know. That's the trouble. But...she won't really say it outright but I think she wants a quieter home to raise our kids in. Warfang has all the business and materials but...it's very noisy, and very easy for kids to get lost in. A few...have gone missing over the years. And I know the Guardians have been trying to coordinate searches but...after a few days it's not likely to find them, trails go cold. Ember was absolutely furious when the first few happened. And...scared."

"Her wanting to be a mom, I can imagine..."

"Yeah." He slowly stroked over her belly again, his paw pausing a few times over the swells of the eggs. "Damn...I just can't get over how hot you look with this huge belly..."

"Neither can Spyro," she giggled, purring. "Hoping Ember gets this big?"

He shuddered and almost came in her ass right there from the mental image. "Fuckin' hell yes...it's not likely but...fuuuuuck, I wish, and she wishes too."

Cynder smirked and humped against him. "Is she trying to edge in to be a breeder too?"

"Wouldn't surprise me," he replied with a smirk. "If Spyro can keep making her go into heat I know she and I would be all for surrogacy and making eggs for others."

That parallel to her worries with Spyro made her smile fade, but she kept quiet about it and let him keep humping her butt. Finally he groaned out and hilted in her again, purring and moaning lowly as his loins pulsed and he shot more hot cream to join Spyro's inside her. "Taken care of?" she asked.

"Yeah." He pulled out and moved down her body to breathe against her pussy, just out of sight from her around her belly. "But I can't just leave a partner hanging, now can I?"

"You don't have to."

"But do you want it?"

"Yesssss..." she hissed as his tongue lapped at her slit. Her legs tensed and her toes curled as he settled in to eat her out, slurping and licking and nibbling at her folds.

"Pregnant girls taste so good..." he mumbled against her. It didn't take long before she arched up off the ground and wailed out as climax overtook her body again, hips bucking against his face. Flame gasped and coughed at the veritable deluge of her sweet nectar all over his face, but he did manage to get a few good mouthfuls down before he had to pull back and clear his nose. Panting and giggling, she laid there huffing for breath. "Damn, I forgot you're a gusher," he chuckled, licking his paw clean. "Ember squirts but holy crap you turn into a fountain."

"Spyro says that a lot..." Purring and relaxing again, she churred as he licked her clean. "Are the Matrons still at the Temple, by the way?"

"Yeah, and we have a few guests. I think they're doing impregnation experiments, but Ember and I aren't allowed to interfere right now so I don't really know what's going on. They'll probably tell you guys soon."

"Mkay."

"Need anything before I head off? If Spyro's not here I can wait for a later time."

"Nah, but thanks. I did need that climax."

"Happy to help." He took off and she smiled softly.

Another noise made her snap awake. Why did she keep falling asleep? Her stomach grumbled in complaint too as she got up. It was almost evening and the sunlight was a gold color around them, the opposite side of the sky already purple with growing twilight. Spyro was at work around the house again, installing window crystals, a pile of glowstones nearby as well awaiting installation. He had dug out a square patch of soil and rock not too far from the kitchen window, and there were piles of wood stakes nearby too. A garden, perhaps, with fencing? Getting up and stretching, she sidled over to watch him work on a window in the hallway wall. "Hey Cyn," he muttered, focusing his elemental power to seal up the rocks carefully around the crystal blocks.

"Hey."

"Seems you needed that sleep, you okay?"

"I think so. Flame stopped by looking for you, said Ember was in a lazy mood today too. Might just be one of 'those days'."

"Guess so. Oh, by the way, I found a nice bathing spot down by the river. We could give it a try and see if you wanna build a hot tub there?"

"Hot tub? How the heck?"

He just smirked. "Let's go check it out after dinner. Those roasts are so tender by now they're practically falling apart when you look at them."

"Oh yum~"

"Oh, also. I had to go find some identification and literature on the seeds we were given. We're gonna have to go over that later, see what we can plant."

"Yeah. I could do with some reading for a bit."

"I'm almost done here, then I'll put in some lights and we can eat, unless you need to eat now."

"I might snack a bit, I am pretty hungry. I've spent almost all day out here."

"Get some water too, hun, you need to stay hydrated."

Heading back inside, she took a bowl of fruit juice and slowly downed it while mulling over how to plate up the roasts. When she poked at the meat with her tail, true to Spyro's input, it was falling apart, almost into a protein mush. The smell was incredible and made her almost drool, such a fantastic aroma of fat and meat and juices. "Hmmm...I wonder...maybe I should've stewed some vegetables in those juices, let them all simmer together. Oh well, next time." Some breath-roasted bread topped with salted butter made for a really good "tray" to pile the meat onto. A bit messy with paws rather than hands, but it was all going to the same place anyway. Cynder nipped at the mess on her plate while waiting for Spyro to return. He eventually did, rolling the door open and taking a deep breath.

"Wow...smells even better in here."

"Because I'm here?" she asked with a coy grin.

"That's the best spice of all," he replied as he padded into the kitchen. "So hot."

She grinned back and swayed her body, lifting her wing to show off her belly again. "I like being pregnant. It makes me feel as sexy as you say I am."

"It certainly does..." he mumbled with a grin, staring at her body. "Daaaaamn..." Moving over to her, he kissed and nuzzled at her middle. "So lucky I have you in my life, Cyn...you're amazing..."

Blushing and giggling at his praise, she swatted him lightly with the flat of her tailblade. "Let's get some dinner and you show me this hot tub spot."

"But I wanna love on your sexy pregnant body," he insisted, nosing at her and nibbling her scales.

"You can do that in the water! I'm hungry!"

"So am I...hungry for you." She laughed and struggled when he grappled at her and started nibbling and lightly biting her neck and shoulders. "Nom nom nom~ my sexy tasty little hot mate..."

"Spyro that tickles stoooop!" she squealed, trying to push him off, but he insisted and pulled her into a tight hug, rubbing all over her body and kissing and nibbling up her neck to her mouth. Pressing off against him with her paws, she relented and let him hold her hips to his lap. "You done?"

"Hi. No. I love you." Giving her a passionate kiss, he churred and then rubbed her butt teasingly. "Sorry. Couldn't resist. I just love you so much I can't keep myself from you."

Shaking her head, she cupped his cheeks and playfully mushed his muzzle. "You are such a big, stupid dork, Spyro. What am I gonna do with you?"

"You're probably gonna do something along the lines of draining my balls into your body in some manner."

"Damn right." Pulling off from him, she turned to the stove. "Let's get this eaten before it dries out or burns."

Much as she wanted to play off a nonchalant feel, Spyro knew she was riled up and super needy, especially with how fast she inhaled her dinner. She was actually done before he was, with a slightly larger portion at that. Gulping down some water sweetened with citrus juice and a dash of fruit juices, she came back from the kitchen to find him ready to head out, his shaft partly dangling from his sheath. Gliding down to the ground, they kept brushing their wings together with playful smirks, then on touchdown Cynder bumped up against Spyro and danced away when he swiped back at her. Even with her encumbrance she was fairly graceful, spinning a few times to back up and then crouching, hips wiggling in anticipation. The purple dragon bounded over to tackle her and she spun just out of reach again with a laugh, tagging him with a wingtip, but he was faster on the uptake and pivoted on his paw to turn and lunge at her. Cynder shrieked and laughed, darting away towards the river. Spyro caught her tail in his maw, behind his teeth, and yanked her to a stop, then grabbed her legs before she could retaliate and pulled her right into a tickle session. Squealing in protest and laughing too hard to get her balance, she flailed at him, but kept her claws phased in shadow, their passage past his flesh leaving weird tingles. Finally she shoved him off and pounced him, retaliating with tickles just enough to unbalance him and then darting away once more.

They chased each other to the river, laughing and stumbling the whole way, until finally Cynder had enough and leaned against him for support, still occasionally gigglefitting. He led her to the spot he had in mind, a sizeable pool within a sharp bend, tucked against some harder rock folds in the ground. "Oh! This is pretty!" she exclaimed, looking around with wide eyes. In the dimming sunlight through the trees, the small clearing's surroundings of colorful bushes and tall, slender glowing mushrooms had a peaceful, almost ethereal feel. There was even a patch of minty leaves to chew on after their meal, Spyro picking one and popping it into his mouth before moving over to the pool. It wasn't very wide, but it was deep enough that they could submerge themselves if they wanted, and it had a trickle from the stream constantly refilling it. Dipping his paws into the water, he breathed fire and it traveled back over his muzzle and down his neck and legs into the water. The pool dimly lit up and soon enough started faintly steaming. Padding over curiously, Cynder dipped a claw in. "Ooooo...toasty."

"Go ahead."

Moving to the shallower incline, she slipped into the warm water, some of it splashing out and washing away from her displacement. "Oooooohhhhh..." she sighed out as the heat swiftly covered her and crept into her body, soothing her sore legs and stretched belly. Sliding in behind her, Spyro rolled onto his back and left himself recline on the slope. There was enough room for them to comfortably maneuver around each other, but that was about it, just a nicely cozy pocket in the stone. Cynder splashed herself a few times and washed her face, then moved over to lean on her mate. "Yeah, you were right... We should get a hot tub for this," she whispered as she nosed at his neck.

"I'd need to refill ours with my power. Thought you liked the natural water better," he ribbed at her.

"For drinking." Looking down at the water and seeing his shaft lazily bobbing along his belly, she smirked and shifted down, cradling his testicles with her paws and hefting them lightly with the water's buoyancy.

"You really like my balls don't you?"

"Stupid question," she replied, starting to rub and stroke them with her pawpads, mindful of her claws so close to such precious treasure. "It's kinda weird...when we were kids I thought a guy's balls were weird but cool. When we got old enough to start having sex...they've always seemed so...alluring, somehow." Dipping her long muzzle into the water she nuzzled at his nuts, pressing her sensitive nose against the soft scales of his scrotum. "And yours are so big...there's so much here for me to play with, love on...though, with how big they've gotten since we first mated, I can't help wondering if they're gonna keep getting bigger or if this is their final size."

"And...what are you wanting there?" he asked with a smirk, making her blush.

"Kinda want them bigger..." she squeaked shyly. "Or...well, that's...I guess my fantasy speaking..."

"So my balls aren't good enough for you," he ribbed.

"I'm holding them, hun, don't test me," she shot back with a devious smirk, lightly curling her toes against his jewels to make him aware of just how close her claws were. "But they're more than good enough, after I've had the eggs I kinda just wanna spend a day of casual sex with you so I can love on these sexy things for hours..."

"Knowing you that's a means to edge me for a whole day so you get one hell of an explosive ejaculation inside you."

"Maaaayyybeee..." she whispered with a grin, ducking into the water again and closing her eyes while she nuzzled at his balls some more, pressing them against her face with her paws. Coming up again she slicked the water off her face. "I kinda wish we could sheath our claws though. Flame said the Furs give really good testicle massages because they have full range of their digits. I wanna give you that...without having to cheat it with my shadow powers."

Hooking his legs lightly around her neck and shoulders, his tail started caressing her belly under the water, his paws flaring up again to heat their bath some more. She murred at the gesture and continued loving on his bits. "I actually kinda like it when you do that though. It feels really weird and a bit uncomfortable on my penis but...when it's on my balls it feels really good. Though, yes, your paws feel even better than that right now."

She tried to take his orb into her mouth like she'd been able to before, but his testicles were just too big for her mouth now, so she settled for light kissing and suckling, kneading them with gentle gyrations of her toes. The stimulation already had him good and hard, throbbing above the water and gently slapping his belly with his pulse. "Wonder if I could make you cum just by rubbing your balls?"

"You almost did that one night you fell asleep with them on your face."

Nuzzling all over his nuts, she dragged her tongue all over his scales, grooming his balls and making him groan at the hot sensual contact and lewd display. Smiling up at him, she continued to circle her tongue all around his orbs, purring. "This hot water feels really nice...I could almost fall asleep."

"On my balls?"

"Sure. Nice, comfy, sexy pillow." Resting her chin atop his sack, she gave him a small, doofy grin and blepped, tracing her tongue along the bottom of his sheath. His paw came down to press his throbbing dick along her muzzle and face and she purred more, lightly tracing her tongue around whatever she could reach. That paw came around his penis, letting it flop back against his belly as he stroked her muzzle and cheek, Cynder leaning into the gesture and closing her eyes. Just laying like that for a while, she nuzzled lightly here and there against his nuts, his sheath, his paw, the two relaxing in each others' presence. Her nuzzling grew slower and lazier, until she yawned and blinked up at him, a bit unfocused. "Damn...I was kidding about the falling asleep but I guess my body thought it's a good idea."

"We should finish up soon."

Shifting and stretching, she nuzzled at his penis as she drew up over him. Her paws started rubbing and scrubbing at his tail, then up to his groin, out over his legs and around his back, dragging her belly along his balls and cock. Working along the thicker plates on his belly and chest, she smiled with her bedroom eyes at him, the poor purple panting lightly and throbbing hard against her belly and chest. Spyro returned the favor, his paws coming up to caress and scrub at her body, especially those sexy hips and along her belly while she worked on his shoulders and sat on his lap, gently grinding her netherlips along his sack and sheath, hotdogging her labia against his cock's home. Dipping her paws in the water repeatedly she worked up along his neck and worked on his horns, smiling down at him wider when his paws snaked under her forelegs to stroke at her chest and up along her neck. She let him pull her into a kiss, the two slowly humping back and forth, grinding his dick along her gravid swell and her nethers on his balls. Their stroking moved from cleansing to sensual, paws working at his back, her hips, his shoulders and neck, her belly and tail, their grinding getting more intense with their breath, water splashing and sloshing around them. "I need you..." she huffed against his mouth, her voice dripping with that intense need. Not one to deny his mate, he grabbed her butt and lifted her up along his chest, making her squeal at the display of strength, lifting her up to his face and diving right in to make out with her wet pussy, tongue diving into her snatch with reckless abandon. Her squealing turned into lewd, gasping moaning at the assault, her insides quivering tightly around him. His upper teeth scraped gently against her swollen love nub, making her thighs tense and her toes squirm. His tail twined with hers to pin it and keep that sharp blade at bay, he could feel her tail trying to writhe and curl every time his tongue dug in deep against her favorite spots. "S-Sp...Spyyyro!" she gasped out, almost cumming right there, but he yanked his tongue out to edge her, instead suckling on her clit and tracing his tongue around her swollen netherscales. He slid her down his chest and humped upwards, Cynder squealing and almost cumming again when his tip speared her folds.

"Where do you want it?" he asked, humping just the tip inside her.

"M-my womb!" she cried out.

"They told us not to though," he reminded her, more to tease her.

"Don't care!" she whined, trying to fight his grip and spear herself fully on that wonderful, pleasurable spire. "Cum in me!!"

Moving his paws from her rear to her thighs he pushed her down and she screamed out in bliss, cumming all over his belly and legs in the water as those barbs and ridges raked along her sensitive spots and popped one after another through her cervix, making her whole body squirm and wriggle at the small jolts of ecstasy coursing through her. Her labial scales snuggled up to his sheath and his tip put an extra bulge in the top of her pregnant globe. Nipping at her neck, he clamped his jaw around her shoulder, making her gasp out and go limp against him, his hips rocking and only slightly stroking his penis in her depths until he growled out around her shoulder and hugged her hips to his crotch, both of them feeling his balls pull up to his body and his shaft surge inside and start pulsing with each spasm of his loins, hosing her inner walls with his hot cream once again. Cynder's head flopped back and she moaned out to the sky, feeling her belly swelling a little with each wonderful ejaculation. Pulling back and licking where his teeth had left indents in her scales, he purred, zoning out in afterglow while his body unloaded into hers. Her paws fell to her belly, stroking the cummy pudge growing there. Petting her belly with her, he smiled at her enjoyment, especially when she finally looked down at him again, eyes lidded and glassy, her mouth hanging out and her tongue out a bit with a huge grin plastered over her muzzle. That look of utter satisfaction never ceased to make his heart flutter with love and pride. "Now watch..." he panted, "you're gonna...have to lay those tomorrow...and you're gonna lose all that energy pushing all that cum out."

"Don't care..." she repeated, laying down atop him and purring when his arms and wings wrapped around her. "You have no idea how much I've needed this for the last few days..."

"Gotta clean up again though. But at least it's not my sticky cum everywhere."

"Exactly~" she churred, pecking his cheek. "I get what I've needed, and no mess."

"Other than you becoming the usual vaginal waterfall all over me."

"Oh shush. You like it. I can feel you throb harder inside me every time I gush on you."

"It's hot, yes." Giving her a hugging squeeze, he kissed her and moved to get up, Cynder shifting off of him and murring as that glorious length spilled out of her slick cunny, leaving only a thin trail of cum connecting them until it flopped into the water. "Maybe later I should just completely cover you in cum."

"Not gonna lie, my scales feel softer after I let your cream soak on me for a while." Her paw reached down to caress and fondle his penis, feeling it soften and retreat to his sheath. "I am...kinda curious to see if other guys have the same effect...or if it's just your semen."

"Bet none of them taste as good."

"Flame's cum is tasty, but yeah, yours is...mmmm. Delicious. Think it'll be awkward for the kids to catch me sucking you off though?"

"I mean...I don't know. I guess if us being intimate is a normal part of their lives, it won't?"

"Maybe...I should...talk to other mothers." Her smile faded and she sighed, looking off to the side. "The Matrons said family intimacy is normal but...I just...want to be sure. Especially since this is...probably gonna be our livelihood for a while. Breeding. We can't hide it from them forever, especially not if male potency takes a while to return...or never recovers for everyone who's already in the world right now."

"Welcome to my mental strife."

"Guess I've just been too sex-minded to really let it sink in..."

Rubbing her shoulder, he kissed her cheek again. "At least we have help."

"Yeah...but like you, I'm just...kinda scared. I want them to have a happy childhood. I don't want them to be messed up by all this. But I also don't want to be a pervert about our kids, 'cuz...I mean, I can't deny, I think it'd be really hot to see you breed our daughters. But I hope that wouldn't mess them up."

Pulling her back onto his chest, he lipped at her neck to settle her. "I know. I know all too well. That's why I've been so stressed out. I know we didn't have standard childhoods and you're afraid of abuse...I am too. But...this is also an unprecedented situation, so...are there any easy answers? I don't know."

"I'm scared of giving up our eggs...I'm so torn..." Her paws clenched. "I feel selfish wanting to keep our first clutch...but...it'd be easier for us to just...focus on breeding for a while...then settle down..."

"I don't want to give them up either. But...I think we can keep the first ones. They'll have siblings from Ember to play with, if she and Flame stay here."

"But can we raise them if we're breeding all the time? I know you were asking this and the Matrons said it won't matter too much and your mom said you were fairly self-sufficient but...now I feel kind of irresponsible just having sex and being pregnant all the time instead of showing them how to fly and run and all that."

"We'll have to figure it out. But...I think we need to decide before you lay. Do we keep the eggs...or give them up for adoption?"

Quiet fell over them while she dwelt on the question. "I...don't know what would be best for them. But the Matrons themselves said there shouldn't be an issue raising them while we have breeding duties...so...what confuses me is I don't know if I'm being selfish in wanting to raise kids while being so pregnant with eggs all the time...or...really, what's best for the kids. That's what matters more."

"They've already given their input and Flame and Ember basically admitted to seeing their parents having sex all the time. I wouldn't consider Flame's ego to be a normal part of society, more of a personal quirk, but...you also said Ember implied casual sex is completely normal too. I think it'll be fine as long as we explain why we're so sexually active."

"I guess."

"And I know it sucks to not be able to fly well, or move properly...but I mean, think of parents who are suffering permanent injuries or other physical problems. I think we can make things work. Besides...really, if I'm the sole breeder, and can make girls go into heat just by being near them, it's not like I have to breed all the time. I can set aside time since I'm not held to an estrus schedule."

"That's my concern though. 'Making time for the kids'. I feel like the kids should come first and the breeding duties should be flexible, instead of us being flexible for the kids... I don't want the kids feeling like us having sex is more important than what they need or are going through."

Hugging her again, he sighed against her neck. "We'll figure it out...at least the Matrons and Guardians are looking out for us. I'm sure the kids' wellbeing is also super important to them, not just our fertility issues and potential."

"Yeah...I guess. But...the more I think on it, the more I feel like something inside me is saying we need to keep our first clutch. I don't know if that's maternal instinct or my heart..."

"Then we'll keep them and raise them and deal with the consequences."

"What do you think though?" she asked, tilting her head up to look at him. His chest tightened at those sad doe eyes.

"I don't know what to think either...but I too feel we should keep our firstborn. Maybe they'll stay in the eggs until we're more situated with all this? Who knows. But...they're coming, whether we're ready or not." Gently groping her belly, he moved to get up again, Cynder shifting up as well. "Let's get cleaned up for real this time and head to bed. We can try to find someone to talk to tomorrow if you want."

"I guess. I just...feel weird about all this. I was so excited to have kids, but now I'm scared...and I don't wanna be.."

"The closer you get to a big event, the more the excitement turns to anxiety." Warming the water with more fire, he turned his attention to scrubbing her body, rubbing his toepads against her nethers for a bit and then working up along her belly, her chest, her legs, the black dragoness biting her lip and stifling soft moans as he worked all her sensitive spots. Coming up to kiss her once more, he pulled her onto his lap and kneaded her back, helping her relax again.

"Spyro?"

"Hm?"

She blushed and ducked her head to hide her face against his neck, framing his muzzle with her horns. "Iluvyu..." she mumbled against his scales, clinging tightly to him. Her purple mate hugged her close and gently rocked her, purring and rubbing her back. Eventually they separated, Cynder looking very drowsy and droopy while he breathed fire over her body to dry her off. "Sorry I'm such a joykill..." she whispered.

"I think we needed that talk though. We're keeping the eggs and you need someone to talk to about more childcare tips. I think that's a bit more progress than before the bath."

"Maybe..."

"And a belly full of cum again after a week without."

That got her to smirk with a small huff of amusement. "Yeah."

"Let's see what tomorrow brings."

"Can you...carry me, maybe? I'm a bit too relaxed from the heat."

Jumping up into the air, Spyro flapped briskly over her, reaching down to hook his paws under her forelegs and his hinds under hers. With her secured he flew up to their floating rock, Cynder shivering lightly at the sensation of flight without actually flying herself. Letting her down in front of the house, they shared a loving kiss before heading inside. It looked just a bit different from before, but with the glowstones illuminating the new hallway and its whitened clay walls, it was brighter and a bit more inviting already. "Gonna work on the floors tomorrow. That should be a lot faster."

"I kinda like the more natural floor in the egg chamber."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I dunno. It just...feels natural I suppose." She bit her lip and hissed, one of her hind legs cinching up and shaking.

"What?" he asked, suddenly very concerned.

"Ow...dunno, it felt like a cramp but...ouch, what the heck...it's gone now, it was just a flash but...it hurt super bad."

"Where?"

She rolled carefully onto her side and lifted her leg up in the air to point with her tailblade, running from just above her vaginal folds down the inside of her thigh. "Never felt that before..."

"Hope I didn't grip you the wrong way carrying you..."

"I dunno, seemed fine to me, nothing hurt..."

"Well, let's get to bed and relax, maybe it was just a random cramp."

"Maybe." He followed her to the nest, though she could feel his eyes keenly watching her body with a strong concern. "I'm fine now, Spyro, don't worry."

"What if it was the eggs though?"

She blinked at that and paused. It could very well have been a precursor to contractions. Shaking her head, she shrugged her wings. "If it happens again I'll ask the Matrons." With that tone of finality she paced around the nest a few times, rearranged one of the fur mats a smidge, then laid down and wiggled into place. Spyro tried to follow but as soon as he entered the room, she growled, then stopped herself and shook her head.

"Happening again?"

"Yeah...could you get me some more water please? Take your time, I need to settle."

Sighing softly, he nodded, this time opting to fly the bowl down to the stream. He froze the water in place, pausing for a bit to listen to the bugs and nightsong of nocturnal birds and other creatures. Nothing out of the ordinary. Heading back up, he found her with one of the books he'd brought home, regarding fruit trees, grafting, and how some cultivars would not produce ideal fruits unless grafted. When he set the bowl down she sighed sadly. "You okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah...I think so. Any time I get stressed or have some small discomfort or pain, this...'fuck off' thing starts acting up. But I want you here with me."

"I'm here now. Hey, why not distract yourself by explaining this book to me? I'm no good with this stuff."

"You're no good at all," she shot back with a teasing blep as he moved to settle in behind her. "I'm not really far enough in to explain anything though."

"I think we're both gonna need a basic understanding of this if we're gonna attempt to plant half of what they gave us."

Even though the book was meant for beginners, it was still very technical...and fairly boring, enough that Cynder kept losing focus and started to nod off. Finally her head tilted to the side and Spyro caught her, gently laying her down with one paw and reaching over her to grab the book with his wing before it fell over onto her leg.

"Love you..." he whispered, grooming her neck as she dozed.

Morning promised more rain. Spyro was out for foraging and back before the storm hit, finding the elder Matron already at their house and conversing with Cynder at the nest. "Hey hun," Cynder called when he came in and rolled the door shut. "Find anything?"

"Found a nice patch of limweed stalks, where'd'ya want em?"

"Bundle them in a reed leaf and hang them up on a drying hook."

He came back from that and nodded to the older dragoness sitting in their bedroom, Cynder curled up in the nest. "Hello again."

"Hello dear. I've come to update you and answer anything that might've come up."

"Of course."

Cynder blushed and wiggled, her tail raising. "She says it's fine if you cum inside me today..." she admitted, Spyro blushing too. "And...if you don't mind, ma'am, I really really need him in me or I feel like I'm gonna freak out..."

"That's perfectly fine, dear. He can mount you all you two want."

Spyro edged into the nest with his mate and kissed at her on his way down her body, Cynder purring and wiggling in anticipation, then she cooed out happily and moaned under her breath as that ridged length slipped through her slick walls and into her womb again. Rubbing her belly with his paw he started bucking into her to distract her from whatever she was feeling, the black dragoness very appreciative as she bucked back into his thrusts.

"So...what's the update?" he asked.

"It seems we have less to worry about than we'd thought, and yet some to worry for still."

"What's that mean?" Spyro asked, slowing his thrusting. Cynder sat up a bit under him to rearrange her forelegs more comfortably so he could settle on her back and keep lightly thrusting.

"Well, we'll start with the good news. Not only have you given eggs to Ember, we had ten other couples looking to conceive and every girl has achieved impregnation with what we collected from you a few nights ago."

"Already?!"

"Yes. Not only is your seed extremely potent, the act of fertilization with your donation swiftly settles estrus much faster than the body would normally undergo. There are no ill effects observed yet, but it's a definite, and very positive, indication of success. And, it doesn't look like there's an ill effect or even a nullifying effect when your seed is introduced by another male."

He sighed softly. "That's...something that's been bothering me. The artificial stuff. I mean, I don't really mind if an egg is from mating but...the idea of just putting my cum in a girl without...well, mating...it just feels wrong."

"I know, dear. But each of these eggs were conceived by mating."

"What's the bad news then?" Cynder asked.

"Well, it'll help Spyro's state of mind on the current topic. Artificial insemination without a male's penis or the act of mating does not seem to work. Five more girls opted to try having it done before their mates joined them, but there was no success on that front. Today they're trying the more traditional way that worked for the other ten, and we predict another complete success but will have to see. But now comes the hardest part...the wait. Of course, while the signs of conception are swifter than normal, the eggs will still develop normally, and that's just a matter of months of waiting to see how they develop. To my knowledge, there were no recorded problems with any Patriarchs before, but also there is very little literature on Patriarchs or Matriarchs beyond what we already know, as they were rare and haven't been properly documented. Folk back then didn't fully realize the importance of documentation."

"So you're documenting us with this?" Cynder asked warily.

"Anonymously, yes, but it will not be publicly published. It doesn't matter though, really, since others will inevitably learn the truth the longer this goes on and the more need there becomes for eggs and children."

"Yeah, I guess...I'm just...still nervous about others discovering us."

Spyro leaned in and licked her neck, giving her a slow, deep thrust that lifted her hips and made her moan out and blush at the lewd noise of her juices squelching around his girth. "It'll be okay."

"It's not great news for us because it requires sex, which puts a burden on Spyro to personally impregnate them, or on us to find willing males to help seed females. Which, you wouldn't think to be an issue, but there are a lot of males who would take grave affront to needing to use another male's sperm when trying to get their mate pregnant. The mere implication of impotency is the biggest risk. Pride and ego are dangerous when injured."

"So...we could be looking at possible war."

"That's what we're trying so hard to avoid. And it's a very lengthy and tenuous and fragile process of feeling out the territories and trying to play them down before the blow. The Guardians have had their paws full with the coordination ever since the initial realization. Now that we've confirmed it, there's even more pressure to keep things from blowing up or slipping. Spyro, as much as it's important to spread your seed and impregnate other girls, it's important that you refrain from doing so on your own and let us filter candidates for you, at least for now. We have to keep things as quiet and secret as we can until the news can be...more or less 'safely' broken at large. Candidates we interact with are already a big leak risk but they've undergone lengthy personality and compatibility tests, so we know that not only are they a safer bet for the secrecy, they're also better chances at raising the children properly."

"That still feels weird..." Cynder remarked with a frown. "That feels like we're holding everyone hostage unless they conform to some specific metric of childcare."

"Lesser of evils, sadly, at this time. We can't afford to have someone get pregnant with Spyro's eggs and, for example, sell them to questionable individuals once they're out of our territory, or abuse the children. It is imperative that, with so few of our number left on the world, every child conceived from Spyro needs to have the best chances of survival and rearing. Some may see it as a chance to groom them to usher in a different age, but that's what we're trying to avoid. Being backed into a corner by a dark trick like this, there's really not much else we can do. Aside from keeping all the children and mothers in a local area so they all grow up together and learn the same things together, but that would be unfair to a great many families and nations too. There's simply no easy umbrella answer."

"So...someone might get the idea that my bloodline is superior or something, and attempt a power coup?"

"Among other things, yes. And there are others who will see you, the prime breeder, as a chance to impose their will through your suggestion and control of breeding. Some may even desire to worship you...or see if ending your life will confer that breeding potential to themselves, or free it to the world. Your death would not disperse it, sadly, without the same network of spells Malefor used on himself...and we don't know how he pulled this off."

"That's terrifying though..." Cynder whimpered. "Now I really wish none of this had happened..."

"There is silver lining. The wellbeing of future generations is paramount, and will be a joint effort among the nations. It's taking some doing after all the damages, but we're slowly connecting things to try to ensure the children can be provided for. But...the Guardians believe it may be easiest to have all the eggs cared for at the Temple. A central area for teaching the children and monitoring their health and interactions. When they're old enough, they can move with their other parents to a new home. That's currently the goal they might be closest to implementing."

"All the eggs...including these?" Cynder asked, her wings hugging her belly.

"There is...the possibility, yes, that they would ask you to rear your children at the Temple. Which would also grant the benefit of defense against malicious attempts. But that will be up to you. If you are more comfortable here in your home away from the activity, that will be respected."

Sighing to herself, Cynder shook her head. "I dunno. I just...it feels weird that we've been renovating for the kids and might have to move them there instead."

"Have you...decided on adoption?"

She nodded. "Yeah. We're gonna keep this first clutch...but...I think the next one I'll...try and see if I'm strong enough to let them go. But how will that work if the eggs are all at the Temple? We don't have the room for that many mothers, or couples. And the kids will have to spend time with their...target families, right? It doesn't make sense. I don't like the idea of them being raised here and then going off with a family they barely know."

"This is among the deliberations, yes. But again, there's no easy answer. We don't have enough eyes or communication outreach to monitor all the females who want eggs. But...I will be honest, the number of viable females right now seems to be about as many as there are total dragons in Warfang."

Spyro and Cynder both froze. "...We can't be that low in number!"

"We are. At least in terms of females who are of optimal breeding age, and males who are of optimal child rearing age and experience. Technically, Spyro can impregnate almost any female he couples with, assuming her ovaries and uterus are without problem. But we're finding an unusual number of females who also have reproductive issues. Unrelated to the curse. My theory is an adverse effect of the Eternal Night's influence on the world, as many of the symptoms began worldwide just after that event ended. So...we're looking at a dwindling window of breeding opportunity. Children who hatched after you did, or after the cataclysm, seem unaffected, but those born after the Destroyer War, we still need time to see if they were affected by the curse or not." Spyro's memory flashed to that young girl heading the spice tent at Warfang. "I pray the post-war generations are unaffected, as they would take some of the breeding burden and diversity issue off you two."

Cynder looked up at Spyro and found the same emotion of pensive nervousness on his face. "So...what...do we do?" Cynder asked, afraid of the answer.

The Matron shifted her glasses on her muzzle and sighed, shaking her head. "I do not know at the moment, but we are pressed for time more than before, now that we've gathered so much data on reproductive issues more thoroughly. My advice...would be to temporarily rehome all viable mothers around the Temple island, if possible, and have them work together to raise the children for a time until they're old enough to return home. But that only deals with one generation, and we cannot limit the breeding to one generation per family. Many females will want to get pregnant multiple times, and with our numbers we cannot deny even one of them that opportunity."

"Rehoming them all would mean building a small city around this place," Spyro remarked. Cynder could feel him getting soft inside her, her own arousal fairly defused from this news. "I...don't think that would be a good idea."

"I know. The other option is rebuilding the ruined Silver Grotto Citadel and having the Guardians split operations between here and there, as it's still a fairly close location. RIght now, to get the repopulation started at least, I feel the lesser of evils would be to house all the eggs of this first generation at an old Temple, to placate those who wish to gain 'blessings' from such an ancient 'holy' place, and it would allow us to more effectively monitor the children and their developmental progress. We can only branch out from there with breeding if we can successfully implement goodwill enforcement that can monitor other children for us...which may get into international violations and all that. But...for starters I believe a central education and raising location would be a better start."

"Still means having to leave our home though, after all we've made here."

"I know. Engineers are attempting to furnish portals like the old tales speak of. If they can do that, the Temple and the Silver Grotto Citadel's Temple could be mere steps away from each other."

"I...think we're gonna need to talk all this over...again."

"Of course."

"Uh, random aside but," Cynder added, hoping to break from the oppressive doom and gloom topic, "I had a random cramp inside my thigh last night. It uh...originated at my groin. Is that...indicative of anything or just a random occurrence?"

"Random occurrence, but do pay attention, you're near the time you should start feeling false contractions getting your body ready for the real deal. Actually, come to think of it, you're a little past the time they should be occurring. That's why, against my better judgement, I said it's fine for Spyro to ejaculate in you. It has a high chance of triggering that contraction process so your body can prepare."

"So...it's...almost time already?" she asked, clenching on his cock, the purple male wincing a little.

"Almost. And when it does happen, make sure you have a change of nesting materials. With his volume and how close you are, I don't think your body will absorb all that before they arrive. If it happens outside, do your best to get to the nest, but don't overexert yourself. Laying them in the grass is fine too if need be, as long as you can get them to the nest safely afterwards."

"You're not leaving this nest," Spyro grunted over her as he started thrusting again.

"Nope," she agreed, purring at the feeling of him getting harder. It didn't take much longer before he nipped her neck and growled above her, making her shiver and moan sweetly in pleasure as he started swelling her belly with more hot cream. "Yesssss...it's so good...it feels so good..." she whined, clawing at the furs under her belly. "Thank you..." she started, then bit her lip and hissed as a sharp jolt seized up inside her, making her almost push his penis back out.

"Ow!"

"Sorry!" she squeaked, panting as he slipped out. "The hell was that??"

"A contraction. But if it doesn't happen again within the next hour, it's probably a false one. They should start happening intermittently. If they happen close to each other, within about half an hour of each other, it's getting to be time." Giving Spyro a stern look but a playful smile, she added "That's the final time you can ejaculate in her until she lays them. Oral and anal are fine but strictly no more vaginal, no matter how much she says she needs it."

"Yes ma'am." Spyro nuzzled at his mate and she nosed back, still lightly panting from that painful surge in her core. "You heard her."

"Spyro, I don't think I could tolerate your dick in me any more after that...that fuckin' hurt..."

"The first ones always do," the Matron continued. "Muscles that have never been used before will need that exercise. But, now that you've experienced that pain, I can teach you some exercises to help strengthen your core and dull that pain in the future. With enough practice, you might even turn them into orgasmic pleasure. I know a few who have."

The two blushed at that, Spyro out of uneasy nervousness at the blunt topic, Cynder with eagerness at the idea. "Uh...sure? But I think I need a rest after that."

"Indeed. I can stay the day if you'd like and teach you."