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"Spyro! Wake up!"

"Huh?!" He shot up panting and looking around rapidly, those words bringing back sharp memories of their first encounter against the Warfang Golem, He could've sworn for a brief second he felt the uncomfortable tingling chill of that crystal snake anchor on his neck.

"Whoa!" Cynder yelped, shoving him back. "Careful!"

"Sorry," he mumbled, giving a huge sigh of relief when that memory faded to the dim morning light illuminating Cynder's...worried face? "What's wrong? Is it the eggs?? Oh no hang on I'll go get the-"

"Whoa whoa!" she yipped, grabbing his tail and yanking him back into the nest. "Spyro calm down! I'm fine! You were tossing and turning and whimpering. Thought you were gonna snap or something. You okay?"

With the adrenaline rush wearing off, he groaned and flopped by her, the black dragoness leaning in to groom his neck with her teeth. "Fuck if I know now..." he grunted, then yawned.

"Getting antsy about the eggs?" she asked, but he shook his head.

"I dunno...think I was having a nightmare...but...when you told me to wake up I felt like...we were back in the Catacombs tethered to the pillar and...the Golem..."

Giving a nasal sigh of thought, she licked his cheek. "It's behind us now. It's long dead."

"Is it though? Golems aren't alive, they're just...puppets. Every time I see its corpse I keep expecting it to lunge back up at me with whatever it has left."

"...That monster really rattled you, didn't it?"

He turned to look at her and she both saw and felt a mix of regret, relief, love, and deep fear of loss. "It almost crushed you. Several times. I almost lost you and I was doing everything I could..."

Covering him with her wing, she laid her neck over his to pull him to herself in a hug. "I'm here. We're here." She shifted her paw to pull his against her belly. "And you're way stronger now than you were four years ago. Maybe five now, I've lost count. You told me you took on another golem and killed it easily. Is that what's bugging you? That there are more out there?"

"It might be...I just don't know."

"Well, you and I both took out golem creatures fairly easily. We're not small and inexperienced like we were back then. Let that count for something."

Rubbing her egg-heavy middle, the purple dragon took a few deep breaths while he felt the shells within her, Cynder purring at the comfortable pleasure of him rubbing her hide. "I just don't want anything coming after them...and these things are out there and we haven't heard about them before until we encountered them...I think that's what's bugging me. The Guardians and their information network have totally missed these creatures until they were right on top of us. Or...if they knew...they failed to tell us."

"I'd think they have worse problems trying to keep war from breaking out over dragon sexuality and breeding."

"I guess...I just don't know what to think."

"Then don't." When he pulled back to look at her, she leaned in and kissed him deeply, purring to him and curling her tail around his. It was short-lived though, Cynder hissing and jerking back when another contraction ripped through her. "Fuck..."

He watched her take some deep breaths and focus on her exercises. "Need me to give you another belly-rub?"

"That'd be nice..." she whispered, her voice a bit shaky. "Spyro...I had another one before I woke you up. They're getting faster."

"Are they still hurting badly?"

"Not nearly as much, but the surprise of how sudden it is makes everything else tense up uncomfortably."

Gently nudging her onto her back, his paws roamed over her gravid globe. With the growing sunlight in the room, she glowed with a maternal beauty that still took his breath for a few moments. "I know I've said it before but...I'm so lucky to have such a beautiful, sexy mate..."

"And you're also lucky you have a silver tongue."

"Gotta complement my treasure," he retorted with a grin, kneading her middle and making her shift and groan softly with the relief. From her chest down to her groin he kneaded her, slightly shifting the eggs within her womb, then started kneading firmly along her sides where her pregnant swell met her body, digging in against her muscles. Cynder clenched her teeth and squirmed. It was slightly ticklish, very uncomfortable, but when he moved to new spots the ones he'd just been rubbing relaxed into a deep relaxation. He kept at it for a while, moving back and forth over her body, pausing when another contraction hit her, but this time she didn't hiss in pain. In fact she almost blushed a bit. When she pushed against his leg with her hind leg to get him to stop, he ducked lower and spread her legs, Cynder blushing as he vanished behind her belly, her body clenching in anticipation, then her back arched and she involuntarily moaned when his tongue pressed into her passage and his teeth lightly grazed her exposed clit.

"Kinda already miss having your penis in me when we sleep..." she muttered, her tail carefully curling over his back.

"Soon..." he mumbled back, pulling his tongue out to trace it around her labial scales, getting her to moan adorably and grind against his muzzle. Slipping his paws under her waist, he pressed his nose against her folds and started to sloppily make love to her netherlips, Cynder squealing in bliss.

"Yesssss...feels good don't stop..."

A loud growl from her stomach snapped them from their reverie, Spyro pulling back and licking his lips, leaving her huffing and panting. "Wanna eat before we continue? Or do you wanna cum first?"

Her only answer was a low growl of need, lifting her hips to rub her labial scales on his muzzle. Diving back into her muff he growled into her depths, vibrating his tongue inside her and making her cry out on the verge of orgasm. All at once she arched up off the nest with a loud yowl and a scrape of her horns against the floor beyond the nest edge, her whole passage clamping so tight on his tongue she nearly forced him out, jetting her fluids right into his mouth while he suckled and kissed on her mound. Huffing and squirming and bucking, she cried out in blissful climax, pawing at the furs and soft things gathered around her, hips bucking and rolling against his muzzle while he kept on assaulting her sensitive insides. "S-Sp...Spyroooo!" she whined out, her tail flailing dangerously, hips mashing herself against his face for more. With a smirk, he kept up his oral play, nibbling lightly on her clit and labia with his teeth and lips while working at her g-spot and other places he could reach in her pussy.

"Mmmmm..." he growled into her, rubbing her back with a paw. She tried to say something to him but all that came out was a lewd, shaky moan of ecstasy. Clamping on his tongue again she almost orgasmed a second time right after coming down, but he edged her neatly, eyes closed and letting his sense of touch take over to read her since he couldn't see her face over her gravid belly. "You taste so good, Cynder..." he murred. "Maybe I should take your invite from a few days ago and spend the whole day eating you out."

"Fuckin' yeesssss!" she managed to slur out, tongue lolling from her mouth. Her body was on sexual overdrive today and his tongue worked such lovely magic between her legs, the black dragoness purring between gasps for breath. Letting her relax from her high, he raked his tongue back and froth within her, teasing her walls, finding all those little spots that made her toes curl, feeling her tight hot passage quiver and squirm in response to his searching. He knew all these familiar spots inside her but sometimes her body seemed to have random patterns to touch in the right order. His jaw hurt a bit from the aggressive start, but the ache faded as he wormed slowly around in her depths, occasionally scooping back out to swallow her sweet nectar before slithering back in for more. "Ancestors, fuck you for being so good at this..." she grunted, pawing at her face.

"You know you love it," he replied, muffled against her vulva.

"Yes and fuck you for knowing it."

"I'm your mate, it's my job to know how best to pleasure and love my other half."

"F-fuuuck you..." she groaned when he suckled hard on her swollen love button peeking from its tiny sheath at the apex of her slit. "Don't fucking stop..." she whined, wincing when another contraction ripped through her core. It forced a low moan from her. It hurt a bit, but after cumming so hard, it actually felt good too.

Wanting to distract her from the muscular preparations, he picked up his pace again for a few moments, nipping at her slit, tonguing and licking aggressively, then calming back down and gently "nursing" on her snatch and tracing little patterns across her quivering entrance. Giving her a few long, slow licks up and down her folds, he purred and nuzzled at her, turning his head to kiss at her like he would to her mouth, making out with her entrance. With her legs on either side of his head he could dimly feel the muscle movements of her toes curling every time the rest of her tightened up with a huff or moan. Shifting his paws under her back, he started kneading again while taking his time with her depths, churring softly to vibrate his tongue inside her again. "Mmmmm...."

"Spyro I'm gonna cum again!" she squeaked, albeit rhetorically. He knew those shaky clenches around his tongue. With a grin against her, he dove as deep as he could and flailed against her walls, making her buck and squeak and gasp for breath. Another contraction almost forced him out of her tunnel, the black-scaled puddle of pleasure yowling out and quaking as her body gave in to euphoria. More of her nectar fountained right into his mouth, the poor purple having trouble keeping up in swallowing it all. Her insides squeezed tightly again, and again, in tight hot ripples around his tongue, such a familiar sensation.

Then an unfamiliar one.

Something hard against his tongue, and very un-fleshy.

His eyes shot open to see a very slight bulge just below her belly, only visible when she arched back and cried out as her orgasm continued longer than normal. _Oh fuck, she's cumming the eggs out!_he thought, the idea making his dick surge under his belly so hard it felt like it would tear apart. Yanking his tongue free of her grip, he rubbed her belly, wondering if he should interrupt. Instead, he moved aside a bit and kept kneading her middle, watching intently as her gaping, drooling pussy flexed and clenched with every tight push.

All Cynder knew in that moment was that she was climaxing, all sense of time had paused with her pleasure-addled mind only able to focus on the incredible stretching sensation. It didn't hurt at all, quite the contrary in fact, it was an immense blast of pleasure assaulting her core in totally new ways. She only dimly felt that something was different, too wrapped up in the wonderful feelings for now.

Spyro kept kneading her, gently stroking up and down from her chest to her groin and feeling that something was indeed moving. Finally, her vulva spread wide and another fountain of her fluids gushed all over the nest as a blood-red eggshell made itself known. For a split-second he felt a surge of panic at the color, wondering if she was bleeding inside or if that was actually her cervix, until with another push it rolled out and off her tail, followed by a thick, heady flood of his cum escaping her womb, her belly visibly deflating a little. The egg was way too small. It had to be the one dud the Matrons had felt. Laying there panting after the ordeal, Cynder finally recovered enough to realize Spyro was by her side instead of between her legs.

"Spyro wha..." she groaned, trying to catch her breath.

"Just keep going," he replied with a grin.

"Going? On what?"

Reaching down, he grasped the egg, feeling a slimy film covering it, along with a thin flattened strand of flesh at the wider end. Lifting it up so she could see, he grinned wider. "It's time. And this is the small one."

Her eyes shot wide and she started to gasp, but then arched up and yelped out as another contraction ripped through her body and almost made her cum yet again. That momentary flash of excitement at the eggs finally arrived was swept into a tumult of conflict. If that was the small one, how much trouble was she in for the large ones? Had she just climaxed the egg out of her body?? A slew of questions, excitements, concerns, and even sudden dreadful existential horror blinded her, jumbling into another flash of orgasmic pain as her body involuntarily set to work squeezing out the next egg. All she could do now was lay there and work with herself to push it out.

"Breathe, Cynder, breathe! Don't hold your breath!" he ordered, holding her paw.

"Then fucking breathe for me, it's all I can do to push them ooouuuut!" she yipped, arching back and moaning out with a heavy blush at the fact that she was actually enjoying this somewhat. It hurt, it ached, but her body was sending her so many confusing signals that ended up just washing out at the blast of pleasure. Straining and panting, she kept pushing in short, spastic waves of clenches, feeling something inside her getting spread way wider than Spyro's penis had ever done. "Gaaaaah!"

"Easy, Cyn, easy, just breathe, take a deep breath when you can, relax. Just get them out."

"Fuckin' trying here!" He wanted to poke a joke at her earlier request to fuck her butt while she laid, but it died on his tongue, now wasn't the time for that. Her other paw suddenly grabbed his and she stared up at him in a panic. "Spyro what if we're not good parents for them?!"

"We will be, just focus and calm yourself. Breathe." He modeled for her a few times and she tried to copy, but ended up screaming out and bucking off the nest when another tense pull in her loins brought her over her edge, spraying her juices everywhere. By the time her orgasm died and she flopped with shaky legs back onto the furs and blankets, the second egg was crowning between her legs, and with a final groaning push it rolled out, as ruby-red as her belly and covered in a similar clear, fleshy coating with a snapped umbilical cord. "One down!" he yipped, his heart hammering in his chest with excitement and anxiety.

"Water..." she rasped. "Please..."

"Oh, right, sorry!" Grabbing her water bowl, he breathed fire over his paw and closed his eyes, focusing intently. Water from outside came gushing in through the window and Cynder flinched when it splashed her face. "Sorry, sorry!" he whimpered, then gathered the water between his paws and held it up to her face. "Here!"

"Thank fuck," she grunted, then practically dove her face into the orb of liquid, gulping heavy draughts and coming up for sharp gasps of breath before going back to drink more. She downed the entire offering and then laid there panting heavily, already exhausted from cumming so hard in such relatively quick succession. Her insides felt sore and achey as if from an intense workout. "Spyro I need meat..."

"I'll go get some!"

"Hurry!" she whined, rolling in the nest and groaning as she fought the clenching in her core from another impending contraction. Shakily getting onto her paws, she couldn't help crouching and spreading her legs, her body's instinct to get into position too strong to ignore anymore. Suddenly, the pain dulled and the discomfort decreased. Sitting mostly upright but keeping some distance between her butt and the floor, she found air coming to her lungs much more naturally, sighing out in brief relief before the next wave shocked her system. This time she could feel her insides moving to reposition the next egg. It was an...interesting sensation, to say the least, and totally out of her conscious control. No amount of curious flexing could get anywhere near replicating what she felt.

"You still good in there?" he called from the kitchen. "Heating up some soft cuts!"

"Gimme cold I don't care!" she called back. The nest was a mess from her nearly pissing herself with her own cum, and the deluge of his last ejaculation in her belly having gushed everywhere, and it irked her nesting instincts, but there was nothing she could do about it now as another tense wave made her claws curl through the furs and into the floor. "Uuuuugh come ooooonnnn..."

"Here," he said nearby, momentarily sounding miles distant until she snapped back to reality and found a bowl of reheated stew.

"'Nother one..." she muttered through clenched teeth, then groaned out and shuddered on the verge of climax as it spread her cervix wide. "Come on, please get out all the way..."

At this point all Spyro could do was awkwardly sit and watch. He wanted to cradle her, rub her, nuzzle or kiss, anything to distract her from the pain, but she was giving off that feeling she sometimes had when she was being smothered and needed space. A loud whine escaped her, again totally out of her control from the pressure in her body, hips rolling with repeated rapid clenches. A smaller gout of fem-fluids rained down into the nest and her legs quaked in a mini-orgasm, the second egg joining its sibling in the nest with a wet plopping noise in her puddle of juices. This one was a more fiery red than her scales. "That's two, hun, you're doing well so far," he whispered as he lifted the bowl for her to eat from.

"Better fuckin' hope so," she grunted, eyes glassy. Like with the water she practically inhaled the soup, barely chewing anything. Thankfully Spyro had taken the much softer cuts and heated it right so everything mushed as she swallowed it. Coughing a bit from gulping it down so quickly, she groaned again from the muscle clenches leaving her feeling sore and tired. "How long did they say again? I'm already wasted..."

"They said it can sometimes take just a few minutes or a few hours, likely hours with inexperience. But if you need to lie down and nap for a bit, do so."

"Not in my own fuckin' cum!" she complained. "Everything's a mess in here!"

"We'll take care of that when we can, main priority is your safety and the eggs. Here, want me to move these?"

"Yes!" Reaching under her, he carefully grabbed the eggs and pulled them aside, wrapping them in several thick, plush fur blankets. Cynder tried to look at them but arched back instead with a tired groan of frustration as the third egg was already lining up within her. "So tired..."

"Is it getting easier though?"

"Like I can tell!" she snipped back, then groaned out again and started rapidly panting as she pushed and pushed to try to get it out. "This is so fucking weird!"

"Haven't heard you swear this much in a while." He watched, coiling his tail around the eggs and laying a wing over them while she worked another one out of her body, having to rest her chest on the edge of the nest with how shaky her forelegs were getting. Her silver cheek scales were turning pink again and her moaning was getting less tired and more...pleasured. Biting her lip, she repressed a sharp moan and quivered as the egg slipped out of her, thankfully without triggering another exhausting climax, but leaving her panting and, to her thorough confusion, wanting more.

Despite the Matrons saying it was normal for a dragoness to feel pleasured by her own eggs, something about just felt so weird that this was happening.

Whether she wanted it or not though, it was very much happening.

Spyro retrieved the third egg, barely avoiding a tail lash from her. A black egg joined its siblings, their father keeping them warm while Cynder tried in vain to comfortably rearrange herself, not very mindful of her appendages or their sharp edges. Her flared wings nearly clipped him several times, prompting him to armor himself with a wall of ice. With an irritated growl at not being able to find a good position, she settled for crouching again just as the fourth egg decided it was time. This one, though, was much smoother now that she'd passed three like it and was loosened up inside. An undeniably lewd moan echoed through their home as she pushed the egg out, slowly but surely, and with an experimental clench in her pussy to try to maybe push it back up a little bit. Spyro smirked as he watched, but kept quiet for now. She whimpered and quivered, trying to hold off, but finally couldn't anymore and yowled out, hips bucking and quaking on tired hind legs as she came yet again, gushing all over the nest while the fourth egg slid out and splashed. A second black egg. Spyro took that one too, just before Cynder flopped onto her side, heaving for breath.

"I can't-" she whimpered. "I need...sleep..."

"Chill, hun, need some more water?"

"I need water, food, rest, and ten loads of your cum all at once," she replied, rubbing her face. "And a damn new nest at this rate..."

"I'll see if I can go find or buy some new soft things after this, alright? I'll get things cleaned up and freshened, you just work on the eggs." Giving her some more water, he quickly went to get some more soup for her, but when he came back she was out cold, snoring lightly. Setting the bowl aside he curled up around the eggs to keep them warm for her, idly gazing at her while she snoozed.

A knock at the door almost woke her up and Spyro quickly scrambled up, awkwardly mindful of the eggs. and darted over to the door to yank it open, Flame standing there. "Hey, what's up-"

"Shh!" Spyro hissed. "Cynder's laying but she's napping!"

"Oh shit sorry!" he whispered with pursed lips. "Wait, it's...it's time??"

"Yeah but could you do me a huge favor and get her some more soft nesting materials and stuff? She's already soaked everything and getting grumpy about it! I'll pay you back later!"

"Uh sure! Yeah I can do that!" The red dragon zipped off back to the Temple with a huge, excited grin. With a huff of relief he moved back to the eggs and waited with them. The whole house smelled like sex now, but he couldn't really do much about it until she finished laying. Presently the front door nudged open again and one of the elderly ladies slipped in so silently Spyro didn't know she was there until she entered his peripheral vision.

"Everything okay?" she whispered. "Flame and Ember took off in a rush."

Pulling his wing back, the purple dragon smiled softly, exposing the four eggs. "Five so far. Dud is still in the nest. She wore herself out."

"Food and water, good good," she added, looking around. "I'll be outside to help her afterwards. Good to see things are going smoothly."

"They are?"

"Very much so, to have four eggs and no difficulties beyond exhaustion. Just make sure she gets more water to replace what she's...already lost."

He blushed at that and nodded, and she left just as quietly as she'd entered, the door shutting being the only indication. Cynder's body didn't let her rest long though. Maybe only half an hour later, she snapped awake with a small hiss of discomfort and irritation when her hips jerked and her contractions started again. Spyro offered her the stew bowl again and she ate what she could before another rip of muscle action prompted her to get up and crouch. Pushing and groaning, still bleary-eyed from her nap, Cynder blushed as the egg spread her and slid down her sensitive passage, rubbing against her favorite spots. "You okay?" Spyro asked when she leaned her head back and bit her lip again.

"G-gonna...gonna cum...why does it feel so good??"

"Better than painful, just don't overdo it."

"Ooohhhhgaaaaaahh!" she drawled out, about to say something but getting lost in the crashing euphoria of orgasm. The fifth egg slipped into the nest with a bath of her cum, leaving her panting and moaning as the last egg was already making itself known. Her belly was much less round now, and a little loose, but close to her pre-gravid trimness. All those months of getting swollen with his cum repeatedly had paid off for her. She reached down between her legs to feel her pussy lips spreading as the egg crowned, Spyro watching with a naughty smirk as she actually pushed the egg back into herself and gave a shaky groan of pleasure. Back and forth she worked the egg, until she finally gave up and let it slip out, too tired to cum again. Two crimson eggs, slightly more purple than their ruby or fiery siblings, but not enough to be actually purple. The first two were already drying out by now, their thin fleshy bloom shriveling and starting to crack. Panting and glassy-eyed, Cynder flopped again while Spyro got the eggs out of her way. "F...fuuuhhgk.." she grunted, looking deeply exhausted. "H-how...how many...?"

"Six. Here's the dud."

Unfurling his wing to show off the eggs, he smiled at her and she stared in rapt, sleepy fascination. "Our eggs...?"

"Our babies," he affirmed. "Keeping them warm while you recover. Or do you want them?"

Too out of breath to formulate a response, she made grabby-paws at them, pulling herself out of the dampened nest. Spyro slid the eggs carefully to her, then ducked into the bedroom to get their blankets off the bed to lay over her for now until Flame and Ember returned. Cynder coiled herself around the eggs, her tired expression slowly melting into a heart-melting joyful grin. She panted up at him, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "They're here..."

"Yeah." Nuzzling and purring to her, he licked her cheek and she purred back.

"I can't believe it...we...we're actually parents now..." She nosed all over the eggs gently, ignoring them still being sticky with her fluids. "I feel like shit but...it's so worth it now...so totally worth it..."

"I'll get the nest cleaned up. There's more water and soup ready, Matron said to make sure you're fed and watered, especially with how much you came all over the place."

"Yeah...I'm super hungry now. But...think I'll...nap..." She yawned and grimaced when another contraction pulled at her. "Oh come on, the eggs are out..."

"Want me to let her in? She's waiting to see if you're okay afterwards."

"Yeah...whatever is fine..." she yawned again.

After a quick word with the elderly dragoness outside, Spyro managed to drag the dirtied rugs, blankets, pillows, and furs outside and started cleaning them with his water powers and drying with his fire. It was much faster than manual methods, but still awkward trying to lay everything out on the grass where it got a bit dirty again. He hadn't yet finished the garden fence so there wasn't much to lay laundry out on. Another shopping list item to build up. He had half a mind to use his earth powers to fabricate some fancy stone fencing but didn't really feel like it at the moment, he was too eager to finish this and get back inside!

Flame and Ember touched down with shopping bags loaded with new blankets, Spyro still only halfway done. Faster or not, it was difficult to get the sticky-slippery quality of his and Cynder's cum out. "Hey Spyro!" Ember chirped, practically prancing up to him. "It's actually happened??"

"Yeah and she's probably gonna bite my balls off if she doesn't get a new nest soon," he replied as he scrubbed frantically at a blanket riddled with cum stains.

"No worries! New softs incoming!" She and Flame disappeared into the house, and Spyro could dimly hear some excited squealing and some exchanges going on while Cynder rearranged herself with the interim materials.

"Come on dammit," he groaned, shaking out the blanket and wringing it before he dried it with his breath. "I wanna be in there with her!"

After some moments, Flame came back out and helped him spread out another fur loaded with denatured sticky fluids. "Heh...I'm not much help here with this stuff, am I?" he asked as he tried to scrub at it too while Spyro blasted it with water breath. "Geez that's cold!"

"Don't wanna get it hot and have the proteins set up."

"Yeah, I know. Sucks that the aftermath of funtimes always has to be a massive chore."

"Usually Cynder and I are on top of it but this came so suddenly."

"Smells like she did too."

"She-....ugh, you know what?" Spyro grunted, Flame laughing. "I'd tell you to go kiss balls but you'd probably do that willingly."

"Actually, not really. I mean, I love having a guy mount me, but I'm not much into my face being near another guy's parts. It's kinda weird. I'd much rather bury my face in Ember's pussy."

"Alright then, go kiss balls for that remark."

"You givin' me permission?" he shot back with a very obvious glance at Spyro's rear.

"Not mine."

"Nah, that's Cynder's job after giving her the eggs she's wanted. Oh, by the way, there's a better way to get this stuff out. Does Cynder have any ground lyndarwood bark? It gets real soapy and cuts through slippery messes, blood, caked dirt..."

"Uuuuhhh...I don't think so, no, we used it up preparing some crab shells."

"Crap. Manual work it is then. I hear electricity can make it easier but you probably don't wanna fry these softs."

It took some doing, but Spyro was glad Flame helped out, it made it a bit less frustrating at least. Finally, everything was dry and they brought it back inside, Cynder squealing happily.

"Yay!" she yipped, grabbing everything up as it was handed over to her, and trying to arrange a nest without removing herself from the eggs. Spyro eventually had to help her straighten out some pillows and furs behind herself, but when everything was settled, she was a happy purring loaf with her wing over the eggs, all six tucked up by her side. The biggest grin of her life was plastered over her face.

"Someone's happy," Flame remarked, nuzzling at Ember.

"Dream come true here," the black femme replied, lifting her wing a bit to admire her eggs again. The Matron smiled at the sight.

"Yes, definitely a superovitating Matriarch too. The eggs have umbilical cords. In a few years you're likely going to be able to have multiple clutches at once."

"Not sure I like the sound of that after birthing these little ones." She nuzzled at Spyro as he moved to lay down behind her, covering her with a foreleg and a wing and winding his tail around hers.

"May I?" the elder asked. Cynder frowned, fighting her instinct to growl and decline, and hesitantly offering the fiery red egg to her for appraisal. "Thank you, dear." Squinting through her glasses, she carefully analyzed the shell, then very gently ran her claw along the bloom to remove it. The smell when it came off was...odd, but brief too. "Alright. Good weight, and I can faintly feel movement within. Excellent color, bloom quality is good and umbilical tensile strength is good...I don't feel any shell irregularities, shape is...a tad thin but understandable with constricted room in the uterus, no real harm for the child." One after another, she took an egg to appraise it, then handed it back, Cynder meticulously arranging them against herself. "Six healthy eggs, and one well-formed dud. The first eggs of the new generation have a strong start."

The two new parents nuzzled at each other and purred happily, Ember and Flame leaning against each other with happy grins, their minds already wandering to hopes of their own incoming future with the eggs in her belly developing.

"What do we do from here?" Spyro asked.

"Just keep them warm for the first month. Cynder, or both of you, will have to stay with them almost constantly for best survival chances. After a month they're usually good to be left on their own. If you have a way to keep the room at a stable temperature close to your own body heat, you can attempt that. But after the first month, it'll be a waiting game to see if they want to hatch. Usually, it's about three months on average after laying before they'll start chipping. Lots of egg motion before then too. For now they might occasionally shift or even make soft squeaks."

Cynder was only half paying attention, her eyes glued to the colors just barely visible through the membranes of her wing. Even with the deep aching discomfort in her body, she felt a deeper, encompassing sense of peaceful joy. Grooming her neck, Spyro felt it too, a deep sense of pride and excitement for their future together. As the elderly dragoness finished her discussion, Cynder smirked back at Spyro.

"So...can I get filled again? Please?"

"You little succubus!" he groaned, the others laughing.

"I don't advise it, not for a few days unfortunately. You'll need to let your body more fully recover. Even if there's no blood from the stretching, microfissures may need time to heal up. Exposure to his penis or semen might cause infections, and those would take you out of sexual commission for much longer."

"Aww dammit..." she whined. "So close..."

"It'll be worth the wait, trust me," he replied, nibbling on her neck scales. She purred and leaned against him for more.

"I just kinda feel all bleh and flabby now."

"That's normal," she continued explaining. "After all, you've been stretched for months, and even with your Matriarch qualities letting your belly trim up faster than normal, there's still some residual healing and readjusting you'll have to undergo, and it'll take time. Just take it easy, sleep if you need to, when you need to, and let yourself heal back up. It's all part of the process."

"Not a part I particularly look forward to," Ember added, "But hey, you did some heavy lifting, now it's your mate's turn to do some while he takes care of you."

"Mmm...makes me feel bad for the single moms though," Spyro replied. "Not having a mate to help with this kind of ordeal...just doesn't sit right with me."

"They may not have a mate but most girls don't give birth alone," she went on. "Sometimes they'll get some friends to stay with them, or they're already living with someone but not in a mateship sense. I know a few girls who just aren't into the commitment with another adult, but are more than happy to look after children. We're weird creatures."

"Quite true. It's not like girls get pregnant and then just sequester themselves in isolation. But, if there are no other questions, I shall see myself out and give you some space. Do you need anything else, dear?"

Cynder shook her head. "I think I'm good now...just need some rest. Well...a lot of rest. And meat. I could eat a whole damn lake crab right now."

"Alright. Congratulations on an excellent birth, if you need anything, we're still at the Temple." WIth that she slipped out, Flame and Ember nodding to each other.

"We're gonna head out too, unless you need some food or something. I can make ya somethin' while I'm here," Flame offered.

"What, you still don't trust my cooking?" Ember asked with a teasing pout, Flame giving her a withering look.

"Em...the grass wilted when you tossed out that soup you made."

"Oh shut up, it was just too salty is all..."

Spyro chuckled. "Well...maybe some bread and reheated meat. They're in the cooler room under the kitchen. And some juice for her. I'm good for now." His stomach conveniently chose that moment to growl loudly and contradict him.

"Well that settles it, I'll make a meal for everyone."

"Meh." Ember stretched and padded out. "Mind if I look over your playroom? You said you were debating on decor, I wanna see if I might have some ideas."

"Sure," Cynder replied, eyes drooping. She yawned and ducked under her wing to nuzzle at the six orbs resting by her belly. When Spyro laid his head across her shoulders, she peeked up at him and smiled. "Four months, was it?"

"Almost five, I think, yeah. You can't tell me you want to get pregnant again already."

"I sure can. And I kinda do. But...I'm just...tired. Not even needy. I want you to cum in me again but...I'm not like...really even wanting to be touched down there now."

"Well you kinda just shoved six eggs out. And one back in a few times."

Her eyes widened with a panicked blush. "You saw that?!"

"How could I not when you were moaning like you were in heat again?" he asked with a laugh. "Though...not gonna lie...was...oddly super hot watching you masturbate with your own egg..."

"Oh ancestors that's so embarrassing..." she whined, hiding under wing. "But it felt so damn good though..."

"Maybe if you have multiple clutches it'll just be an orgasm to lay them without the pain?"

"Spyro I'm drained dry, how many times did I cum? I don't think I can do that so much without just wasting myself again."

"We'll see." Leaning over, he lifted her wing a bit, then kissed her when she looked up at him. "You did good today."

She smiled back and yawned again, purring happily and staring sleepily at their eggs until she nodded off again. Coiled up around her new brood, and with her beloved curled up around her, there was nowhere else she ever wanted to be.

Yawning wide, Cynder stretched carefully, then felt a fleeting question of "why can't I move right?", as if her body was prohibiting itself. Then, lifting her wing, she remembered. Six eggs, all about as large as Spyro's paw if not more, nestled between her belly and thigh, with her tail coiled once around them for stability. Canting her head, she stared with a bleary quizzical blankness at the curious red material covering the edges of her tail. For a panicked beat she thought it was blood, but when she sniffed at it, it smelled like...wax? Spyro had waxed her tailblade edges? Lifting her wing some more she peeked at the blades on her thumbs. Yep, wax there too. Had she accidentally cut him in her sleep and he'd taken preventative measures?

Sizzling fat and oil and a lovely smell of roasting meat caught her attention. She heard him humming deeply to himself from the kitchen, then saw him pass by the door to their bedroom to get some herbs from the Tall Plains tributes. A pang of amusement and guilt pulled at her - he was rock hard and bobbing all over the place between his legs. She couldn't smell Flame or Ember either.

Laying her head under her wing, she smiled at the darkened silhouettes of the shells in the faint light through her wingskins. Excitement, anxiety, relief, joy, pride, and a bit of fear all jumbled in her at the sight of her unhatched children. All her life she'd longed to be a mother. Through all her slavery to the dark forces, even amid the brainwashing, that subconscious desire for a family and a normal life had kept her going, and that small root had helped blossom a relationship with her savior. All those fears and anxieties of never seeing a normal life seemed so long ago, yet transformed into doubts and worries as she nuzzled gently along the hard shells. Spyro's concerns about the impacts of their breeding life and duties had her concerned that the kids might not get the attention they needed, and much as they'd gone back and forth and been consoled by the Matrons about it...there was still that dark seed of doubt, in both of them, that just wouldn't let go.

Could they reasonably raise a family if they were supposed to jumpstart their own species? That was the biggest unknown and it worried her. She didn't want their kids to have to be lonely and unloved like she was, or unsure of themselves like Spyro was.

"You up?" Spyro whispered, and she pulled her face free of her wing to blink up at him against the light of the bedroom framing him. "Made you some more stew, something easy. And some soft bread. Tried a new recipe."

"Oh?" She stretched a little and shifted her tail a tad while he got comfortable in the nest beside her, carefully arranging himself so the eggs were between them. Lifting her wing to lay it over his back, she purred softly, getting louder when he licked her neck and lightly nibbled a commonly itchy spot. "Smells good...but why the wax on my blades? I...I didn't cut you, did I?"

"You cut yourself. You were all scrunched up around the eggs and your tail had dug into your leg. I healed it up with a health crystal."

"Oh...oh shit...but will the wax actually help or won't the blade just push through it?"

"It'll work for now but Ember's working on a set of leather sheaths for them. She alerted me to the smell of blood when she visited."

"How long was I out?"

"It's been a day and a bit."

"Fuck!" she groaned, pawing her face. "But...I don't feel as hungry as I should be for that."

"You woke up and ate a bit but I guess you weren't fully awake. You didn't really respond when I tried to talk to you."

"Ugh...I'm sorry."

"No, you're recovering. It's fine."

Giving him a sad look, she nuzzled back at him. "I guess I left you hanging too..."

"This? It'll go away," he remarked, covering his erection with his wing. "Cynder...your health and recovery are more important right now. So come on. Eat up."

She couldn't help feeling a bit of frustration from him, despite his words. He felt horribly aroused and needy and was struggling to repress it. Was it that Patriarch curse urging him for more sex? Practically inhaling the stew, she paused at the bread. It was...layered? And it smelled very savory and buttery. It was a bit clumpy and very uneven, but...new, all the same. "Mmmm..." she churred as she chewed on it. "Where'd you get this recipe?"

"Flame brought us some butter from another tribute payer, so I wanted to try something I heard about in Warfang a year ago. It's a lot harder than they make it sound. But, it's basically just overloading a bread dough with butter and then folding it over and over and over to make the layers."

"Sounds more technical than just that."

"It is, I was exaggerating."

Finishing it off, she purred at the buttery, yeasty flavor. It was delicious, and she needed to learn this and perfect it for herself. "That was really good, thank you."

"Need some more?" he asked, getting up, but she smirked and reached out to grab his penis, the purple dragon giving a surprised groan.

"I need something more, yes...lie down on your back please."

He obliged and gingerly laid himself down with his groin near her chest, Cynder purring in approval and licking her lips at being so close to her mate's treasures. Leaning down, she kissed and nuzzled at his balls, nosing them around. "Can't get enough of my balls, huh?"

"Nope~" Licking slowly all over his sack, she grinned to herself when she felt him tense up in reaction, his cock flexing and drooling pre all over his belly. "They're so big, and full, and incredibly sexy...and all mine~" Kissing his sheath, she worked her lips down along his scaled scrotum, feeling the soft, slightly pebbly small scales covering his flesh. "You got to play with my vagina earlier, s'only fair I get to love on your parts now."

His reply got cut off with a low groan as she let his heavy nuts dangle on either side of her nose while her tongue treated his backsack to a warm bath, one paw coming up to gently rub and cradle his slightly larger left orb. Watching her and panting lightly, he couldn't help noticing that his balls were each almost twice the size of her paws now. She looked up at him and he could feel her smile against his sack. Pulling back and dragging her tongue, she licked everywhere she could reach on those lovely jewels, then slowly, affectionately kissed on them, exaggerating the smooching noises with loud purring. The poor male's shaft was throbbing heavily and jerking with every touch, jetting thin threads and droplets of pre all over his chest and neck. With him on his back and slightly sitting up to watch her, she marveled at how long that gilded mauve malehood was. As often as they played with each other, seeing it up close never failed to impress and amaze her. Cupping his balls with her paw, she moved up to kiss and lick all over his cock, winding her thin tongue sensually between his ridges and around those soft, fleshy barbs, feeling them bend and slightly squish but pop right back into position.

"Thought you said you weren't up for sex earlier," he grunted, claws curling against the nest as he tried to not thrust up against her face.

"Well certainly not between my legs right now...but I never said I wasn't up for some delicious warm male milk." With that she slowly but easily deepthroated him, the purple dragon moaning loudly and arching up off the nest much the way she'd done earlier when he'd plunged his tongue into her. With her lips kissing at his sheath, her tongue snaking out to tease at what it could reach of his sack, her mouth suckling on the base of his dick and her throat rhythmically massaging the rest of his length, all he could do was lie there and grit his teeth between panting breaths at the pleasure assaulting him. "Mmmmm~" she murred around him. He could practically hear her eyes rolling back, feeling that satisfied, horny grin of hers around his shaft as she nursed on him. She didn't even need to bob her head much to get him off, working his long malehood with her tongue, mouth, and throat.

It didn't take her long to get her drink for her meal. Working his cock so expertly, and kneading his balls gently with her paw, she coaxed him into a low-roaring orgasm, his whole body clenching up and his tail stiffening out of the nest and flagging lightly against the floor with every pulse of his loins, Cynder gulping eagerly and swallowing every thick, hot geyser blast of cum in her throat. Purring around his dick to keep him stimulated, she suckled down every drop, gradually pulling back to let him fill her mouth with the last few pulses so she could actually taste his seed. Keeping the tip between her lips, she made a show for him of slowly swallowing his cream, bit by bit, with a happy grin along the side of her muzzle. Spyro grinned, panting at the sexy display of his mate enjoying his treat. Finally, with a suckling kiss, she pulled free and licked her lips, not a drop of his cum left on his cock. "Enjoy yourself?" he asked.

"Yum~" Kissing down along his urethral bulge and the soft nubs decorating it, she churred to herself. "Could drink your cum all day if I had room in my stomach for it."

"Your womb sure does."

"Yeah, well, that's made for cum. Difference in purpose there." Giving his balls one last kiss and lick, she rested her chin on them again and smiled up at him. "Hi."

"Hi. Feeling better?"

"A little. But if your balls get any bigger, we're gonna have to use them as a nest for the eggs."

"You said you wanted them bigger."

Hefting his nuts with her paw, she smirked. "Yeah, they used to fit in my paw, now they're twice as big. In fact..." She reached under her wing and gently rested the fiery red egg on his sack. "Look at this. Your nuts are as big as eggs, literally."

"Takes a lot to drain them."

"Sure does. And they'd better get fully drained into me once I'm recovered." She giggled and let the egg rest on his scrotum, held in place with his testicles flanking it. Spyro tried not to move too much, but he couldn't control his body's adjusting motions as his testicles shifted back and forth. Cynder eventually returned the egg to its siblings under her wing and reclined on his sack again, gently nuzzling against it.

"You're gonna get me hard again."

"Maybe I want that."

"But what if I want to sit with the eggs a bit?"

Her smile faded and he saw a flash of that maternal protection instinct in her eyes. "Maybe. RIght now it feels like my body is like, magnetized to them or something. I don't want to leave them at all."

"Maybe. But if you need to get up and exercise I'll take over and keep them warm."

"I know you will. I hate this instinct stuff though. it just...grabs everything in me and I have to fight it back. It's irrational."

"It's naturally defensive. Instinct was about all that protected us in some of our...worse battles."

"Mmm...I know, but...I know you're not an enemy and would take great care of the eggs, but the idea of a male touching my babies makes that instinct come up hard and fast like everything's screaming 'NO'."

"It'll take a bit to get over, just like the nesting."

"Ugh...I hope that never comes back again, that was so scary."

Rearranging himself slowly, he crawled over top of her and laid down on her to give her an all-body hug, Cynder purring softly at the comforting weight and warmth. His paws started roaming her body, tongue grooming her neck and cheek. Mindful of her horns and neck spurs, he nibbled and lipped at her scales, Cynder shivering lightly in enjoyment. Rubbing her shoulders, he came around her front to hug her close, their purring growing more intense. Resting his head atop hers between her horns, they just laid there for a while, snuggling, with Spyro practically hiding her body under his with his wings, tail, and legs. It was nice to just snuggle so intimately like this, even without the wonderful sex. All the physical contact helped dispel their worries about the future, even if for a bit.

Slowly sliding off her back, he settled into the nest again and nudged her wing up to look at their brood. "Two black eggs, two...I dunno what you'd call this color, crimson? one like your scales, and one like fire. Wonder what elements they'll be."

Smiling softly, she shrugged. "Our children. That's what they'll be."

He reached down gently between them, tensed to yank back if Cynder's instincts snapped, but she allowed it as he picked up the ruby-colored egg and very gently turned it over. "It's got a bit of faint mottling, I think. It's very pretty though." Rubbing his cheek against it, he purred fondly, then kissed the shell. "Hello in there~"

"You dork."

Setting it down by her belly, he watched as she curled her tail to rearrange them a bit against herself. "So what're you hoping for?" she asked. "Boys, girls? Legendary hermaphrodites?"

"What the?"

"You know, dragons that have both sexes! They exist!"

"I know they do but isn't that some sort of formative hiccup?"

"I dunno, but I think it'd be neat."

Sighing through his nose in thought, the purple male gazed at their clutch, reaching down again to lightly stroke his toepads over all of them. Just the sight of their eggs... their eggs...it gave him a deep warmth that made him want to shout to the heavens in ecstasy. "I dunno. I'm not really partial to either side. I just want to have kids. We get what we get anyway. Some little girls would be cute, but having some little boys might be fun."

"I'm kinda hoping for daughters. At least half and half so they're not outnumbered, I suppose." She smirked at him. "Perhaps more for you to breed too."

He coughed and blushed. "I hope by the time they're old enough for that the boys can recover or just naturally have their virility."

"Maybe. But, who knows, they might want to be like Flame and Ember's parents, and have their daddy be their mate."

"Your sex needs are already voracious, having more than one of you will kill me."

"While you're fucking the girls, the boys will be fucking me!"

"If we have boys. Imagine having all girls."

A toothy grin was his response. "Girl power~"

"Ugh."

Kissing his cheek, she purred and nuzzled him. "I can't wait to see them though..."

"What do baby dragons even look like?"

"Iunno, probably tiny and cute." Moving down between their bellies, she nosed at the eggs and purred louder. "Please don't make us wait, little ones, I wanna see you soon..."

"Think you can fit the eggs back into yourself?" he asked with a smirk, Cynder glancing up at him with a weary leer.

"Oh don't even joke there. I mean...the idea is...kinda hot...but no."

"You poke fun at them wanting to play with me but what if they want to snuggle back up inside their mother?"

She blushed at that with wide eyes. "No!"

He laughed and licked her neck. "Awww, why not?"

"It was hard enough getting them out in the first place!"

"I'm joking, you know."

"Oh I know but no." Punching his shoulder lightly, she grimaced. "Besides. Claws. Horns. Ow, no."

"Yeah, true."

Slowly rolling to her side, she hugged the eggs to her chest and purred. "I'm finally gonna be a mom..."

Grooming her slowly, he purred to her, then moved to get up. "Gonna get us some more dinner. It's already late. But, I got a hot tub finished outside if you wanna relax a bit. The Matrons are trying to get us an incubator so we can keep the eggs warm when we both need to move."

"That'd be nice, but right now...I just kinda want to stay like this with them. Kinda envious of the Furs though, they get to snuggle their babies and feed them milk from their own bodies. It's a weird concept but...right now it's also really...desirable. Just spending some quiet time with the babies and personally nursing them."

"Kinda, yeah. Want some water or juice?"

"Juice please."

After some quiet dinner and a sweet dessert of more of Spyro's bread attempt dipped in Cynder's jam preserves, Spyro was curled up behind Cynder with his chin resting on her hind leg and her face on his tail, the black dragoness out cold again and snoring lightly. From his vantage point he could peek under her wing and see a few of the eggs. Smiling softly, he purred to himself, feeling warm and excited about them finally arriving. It felt so surreal, months of her being sexy and round with them, now they were in the nest and so very real.