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In Warfang, the day had just started. The sun was on its way to the center of the sky. It was just the start of a new day, and yet, everybody was already up and very alert. For this day had started as no other before.

In the previous night, Spyro, the great hero, had went to his destiny. He fought the Dark Master. The battle lasted all night, and the sounds of their clash could be hear from the Mountain of the Lost Souls all the way to Warfang. No one slept that night. No one was able to. Many prayed, others got prepared, but everyone was in expectation.

Then, just two hours before the sunrise, all the sounds stopped with a loud roar. All that left was the silence. No one dared to break it. No one was able to utter a sound. Some thought that the great hero had failed, and that now, they were all condemned. The armies were already taking the front lines, ready to fight until the end to resist and protect everyone. Then, before the first sunrays shone, one shadowy figure approached in the horizon.

The armies all took position, ready for the prelude of a new attack. But, as the figure approached, it revealed to be not a herald of the armies of the Dark Master, but Hunter the cheetah, one of the beings that followed Spyro in his quest, and he brought news from the fight.

It had been long and hard. For a time they were equally matched, none of them willing to give up. Then, around the middle of the fight, the Dark Master took upper hand. He was able to score some brutal attacks, and was able to let the hero heavily wounded. Then, when the Dark Master was ready to deliver the finishing blow, Spyro suddenly shone with pure power. His body was like a purple star cutting through the darkness as he was able to fight back with a power no one, not even himself, knew he had. He fought back, and scored his own attacks into the evil dragon, wounding him heavily. Then, he finished the battle with a giant breath of convexity. The Dark Master had let out a huge roar, and fell to the ground, beaten and defeated.

Spyro had won the battle.

As this story was told, everybody started to celebrate. After years of war and fight, that was all over now. For the Dark Master was no more.

But then, Hunter revealed another important and very surprising information. Spyro's last attack had not killed the Dark Master! The evil dragon had been heavily wounded, and had even tried to fight back, but as he tried, he simply wasn't able to use his attacks or his breaths. It was like Spyro's last attack had not only hit his body, but also his very core, and completely shaped him out of all his powers.

Everybody was shocked to hear that, and many had difficulty to believe in it. But soon the story started spreading, and soon many were starting to actually believe what Hunter had told. And their suspicious were all confirmed when a group of soldiers brought Spyro back, along with the Dark Master himself.

Spyro was wounded, and one of his wings seemed to be broken, but he was in a surprisingly good shape, considering the battle he had been in. They said that he had great chances of recovering completely, and was most surely out of danger. Still, he was exhausted from such a long and cruel fight, and had to be carry inside the city.

Malefor soon followed, he was now a captive. He was a big and toned dragon, with muscled legs and chest. His body was cover into dark-purple scales, with cream colored on his chest and belly plates, and an axe-like shaped tailblade, and this tail, as well as his paws, ended in red. He had two sets of horns on his head, of these, the first were big, three of them, two coming from each side of his head and one form the top, and a second set of four small horns sprouting from the sides of his head. All his horns were purple, like the rest of his body, but ending into red colored tips. His eyes were a sea of yellow with black slits for his pupils, denoting all the evil and corruption that he was so famous for. He was indeed, a magnificent and fearsome image.

But he wasn't so much impressive now. He was brought as a prisoner, big cuffs and a big metal collar around his neck, all of them with big and heavy chains that kept him restrained. The chains rattled as the metal was forced, but they seemed not even close of breaking as Malefor put effort into struggling, but it proved useless, as the chains were made all of strong metal, and they were held by strong warriors.

At first, the people were scared, but, as Malefor was guided by the warrior inside the city, without doing nothing more than struggling uselessly and crying out every curse he seemed to know (which were many, and very nasty), everyone seemed to be losing their fear, as they saw that Hunter's words were the great truth. The Dark Master was now completely out of power. He was no longer a threat.

Soon a crowd gathered around the great purple dragon, the source of all their pain and suffering, now brought to them as a captive and powerless. Many of the crowd clapped as he was drag roughly, many crying insults and curses at the great dragon. Some of them, the bravest of all, were throwing rotten fruits at him. Malefor, sapped out of his powers, now could do nothing more than roar and curse at them, but could do absolutely nothing about it. He was completely at their mercy.

Powerless and incapacitated, the Dark Master was drag, nearly paraded, across the entire city, all the way to the prison.

Normally, a mere prison would not be able to hold down Malefor, endowed with powers that would allow him to destroy the entirety of Warfang ten times over all by himself. However, Malefor had been truly devoid of all of his dark powers, incapable of doing anything against anyone, and incapable of using any form of magic to free himself from his predicament.

In that weakened state, even a mundane prison cell was more than enough to hold Malefor, as he was unable to do anything more than to struggle, bang at the door and bars and to spit profanities on those who put him on that cell.

The Dark Master was imprison just like a common criminal.

However, he was not a common criminal. The amount of people just outside of the prison screaming curses at him was enough proof of that.

Dragons. Moles. Cheetahs. Goats. Fauns. Centaurs. And many more other creatures who lived in the many realms of the world and whose lives had been affected by the evil purple dragon and his plans for the world and everyone in it. All of those who saw their homes destroyed. All of those who had their loved ones taken from them, swept by the tides of war. All of those who had been scarred, both in body as in soul, by the horrors that were perpetrated by the Dark Master's army. All of those who were left broken, orphaned and destroyed by all that dragon had done.

All of them were together now, their personal feuds and differences forgotten as they were unite by their hatred towards the one responsible for all of their suffering. They all stood side by side, as brothers in pain, as they shouted out their hatred and shook their fists against the Dark Master.

As one, their voices together claimed for his death.

However, the Dark Master was not going to die.

Not just yet, at least.

Even though so many cried out for Malefor to be immediately executed, the prince of Warfang, newly crowned after the passing of his father during the war, decided that it would not be so.

Many were surprised, some even shocked, that the prince himself wouldn't just order Malefor's execution. The heir and new ruler of the capital of the Dragon Kingdoms wanted it done according to the norm.

He wanted Malefor tried accordingly for his crimes. He wanted his punishment to be just and in accordance with the laws that his ancestors, his father included, fought so hard for during their kingdoms. The Dark Master would receive a fair trial, complete with his right of defense, and in there, his punishment would be decide.

"Right of defense!?" Someone among the crowd said. "Are you serious!? Do you really want to give that demon a right of defense!? Do you actually think he deserve a fair trial!? After all he's done he deserves nothing less than death! He deserves to die a thousand times for all he's done to all of us!" Those words were follow by an uproar of agreement from the rest of the crowd, one that could have drowned the voice of the prince, had he not spoke with all the strength his dragon voice could muster.

"We must not allow the war to continue!" The heir of the throne said to everyone. "We must leave the war and all its horrors in the past! If we succumb to our hatred and resentment, if we act like vengeful savages now, then the war won't have truly ended, and the Dark Master will only die with the satisfaction of knowing that he dragged all of us to his level! We must retain our coherence and our sense of duty and correctness, so we never sink to the same low as him! He will receive a fair trial! If he receives a death sentence by the end of the trial, then this shall be his fate! This is my final decision, and no one shall change it!"

Many protested, and many actually looked like they wanted to go in there and carry on with the immediate death sentence themselves. However, the prince had already gave his word, and the guards who served him were ready to carry his will. Many of them felt utterly disgusted by the thought that they were defending Malefor, but their compromise with serving the ruler of Warfang outweighed their personal grudges.

Soon, the crowd accepted that this was how it was going to be. Malefor would face judgement and be properly sentenced in accordance to the laws of dragons.

The preparations had already started. Someone was elect to be preside the trial. A promotor was selected and was already gathering evidence and arguments to ask for the Dark Master's to be sentenced to death. They were on the process for finding Malefor a lawyer (they were having some serious problem on finding anyone who would be willing to defend his case). All of that was on the way to make sure that this trial would happen in accordance to the law.

All they needed as well was making sure that the Dark Master would not escape.

So, Malefor was to be watched closely to make sure that he would not use of any kind of trick to escape from his cell and trial. It was a very important task. One that could only be trusted to the most respected and strongest dragons around.

Dragons who would never be intimidate by the Dark Master's power and presence, and who would dutifully fulfill the role of watching over him and not allowing anything to prevent him from be there for his own judgement.

The role of watching over the Dark Master until his trial befell over no other than the Guardians themselves.

"There is no one else whom I'd trust with such an important mission." The prince said to the Guardians, as they all were explain the mission, and how important it was to ensure Malefor would not escape justice.

Terrador, Cyril and Voolter all accepted this mission and vowed, as the surviving Guardians, to make their mission to ensure that Malefor would not be able to escape, vowing to either capture him again or end his life, but not to allow him to go free, as well as to die before they fell for his plots and lies. They swore by their honor.

The prince took their word to it, and knew that he could trust them.

When they first came, there was a long staring contest, as Malefor locked eyes for several minutes with each one of them, while the Guardians glared at him with a glacial expression, not letting any form of emotion show through.

So, the three Guardians stood their watch over the cell, all of them looking at the Dark Master, who continued to look back at them with an expression that was nearly of curious interest, as if he was truly evaluating each one of them.

Perhaps he was thinking about which one would be the easiest to fool or to convert to his side?

Well, he may have realized that he would not be able to do so with any, for he didn't made any attempt to talk to them. He only remained in silence as he looked at them for a long time. He only stood in there, laying on his side as he looked at the three Guardians, only stopping to drink and eat when they brought him water and food.

They day passed, and they continued in this silence. The sky changed from blue to pink and orange, before fading into darker colors, with the soft light of the stars and of the twin moons shining through the bars of the window, providing a moderate illumination, along with the torches burning on the wall.

No one had said a word during the entire day.

"I love the night sky." Malefor said, looking at the window and breaking the hours-long silence. "There is just something about looking at the moons and at the stars that just makes me feel at ease. It brings me a sense of inner peace that makes all seems alright. As if no problems in the world would never be able catch up with me, no matter what happens. Do you understand what I mean?"

No answer.

The three Guardians only stared back at him with expression that could very well belong to marble statues. Terrador's face was an expression of stoicism of a soldier who has seen more than enough blood and violence not to be affect by anything, and was able to stand and look with a war-like seriousness even in the face of the worst of evils. Cyril was even colder, as he sat on his haunches in an imperious manner, only looking at Malefor the same way a prince would look at a common thief from the streets, as if he believed him to be so low that he was not even worth of an answer, his gaze betrayed the cold scorn that the ice dragon felt. Voolter was the happiest and the more easygoing of the three, not to mention that he was a complete chatterbox, but even he was looking at the Dark Master with nothing more than coldness and spite, not saying a single word back to the evil purple dragon, something that was totally out of character for him.

Malefor looked at them, and he sighed before continuing:

"Looking at the sky at night always makes me feel better." He was once more looking at the window. "It makes me feel better about all that has happened. About all I had to do."

A few moments of silence, Malefor said:

"I really would like you to understand." He looked at the Guardians, who still looked at him with cold, hard expressions. "All I did, it was not because I felt any form of satisfaction from the suffering of others. It was not out of a whim. It is because I had to."

"I believe I need to explain you this so, after I am gone, you won't remember me as a monster. Well, not as a complete monster, anyway." He said, looking at them. They said nothing in return, and he sighed.

"Have you ever felt as if the world was insane?" Malefor asked. "As if there was something just wrong with how things go on the world?"

"I was young when I realized I felt like that." Malefor explained. "I used to be a cheerful and adventure-loving drake. I traveled a lot, all across the lands, and I made many friends."

He chuckled.

"I bet it is hard for all of you to imagine as a happy and friendly hatchling, seeing how I am right now." He said, looking at the three dragons with a smile. "But I was like that, either you believe it or not. I had a happy childhood. That much I can tell you. However, we all have to grow up, and so did I."

"During my travels, I made many great friends, and I met many amazing creatures." Malefor continued. "But, I also met some terrible individuals. I saw many things that slowly destroyed that optimist innocence I once had. I saw crime. I saw corruption. I saw impunity. I saw ignorance. Prejudice. Hatred. Hypocrisy. Perversion."

Malefor's face got darker as he spoke.

"I saw evil." He concluded. "Not the evil that you read about in old books and fairy tales. No. I saw the real evil of the world. An evil that is in all corners, if you only look close enough. An evil that's always there, so present in our lives that we learn to live with it, and not give it any attention."

"I realized that this kind of evil exists everywhere, and it is the kind of evil one cannot just fight like they can fight beasts and enemy soldiers." Malefor said, "A breed of monsters that you cannot fight like you fight the other monsters."

He looked at the Guardians with a smug smirk on his face.

"But, I was not going to let that stop me." He said, "I decided that I would fight that evil... only to discover that I could not do it on the traditional way. This was a kind of evil that was so deep into society, that the mere idea of fighting it was absurd to people."

Malefor scoffed.

"I tried to fight something wrong, and I became the bad guy."

Was he talking it to himself or to the Guardians? They didn't knew and neither did they cared.

"For years, I thought about it, and I eventually came to a conclusion." He said, looking at the three.

"Sometimes, the only way of doing the right thing, is by allowing yourself to become the villain." Malefor said, and neither of the three showed a single reaction to this.

"Yes, I had to make evil in order to achieve a greater good." Malefor concluded. "I wanted a better world, a world without the kind of evil that I saw on my travels. I could not rely on the rulers and leaders to do that. So, I have only one option... To take the power onto my own paws. To be the leader that would fight this evil and truly make the world a better place."

"Of course, I could not simply take the power without any resistance." Malefor continued, "Others have stood in my way. They didn't understood what I was trying to do or to accomplish. They saw me as nothing more than a violent and deranged dragon who wanted nothing more than to take power for his own personal gain. None of them understood that I wanted to lead the world into a new age of peace and honesty."

"It was frustrating, you know?" Malefor continued, acting as if the cold indifference of the Guardians was some kind of encouragement for him to continue his story. "You want to make the world a better place, and the ones you are trying to help are against you. So, your only choice is to use force. That was when I realized another very important truth."

Malefor looked at them before saying:

"Sometimes, sacrifices are needed to achieve the greater good."

Again, no reaction from the Guardians. Only hard and cold glares.

Malefor sighed.

"That is the sad reality. You cannot change the world for the better without sacrifices. I understood that. Still, I regret what I did."

"I'll never regret wanting to make the world a better place." Malefor said, looking at them. "But, I am sorry for all of those who had to be sacrifice for my goal."

"I am sorry for all the warriors and civilians who lost their lives. I am sorry for the young ones who lost their parents and become orphans. I am sorry for all of the mothers and fathers who lost their children. I am sorry for all of those who lost companions and loved ones to the war. I am sorry for all of those who lost their homes, the places where they grew up and lived. I am sorry for all of those things that I was force to do in order to make my vision of a better world come true. I am sorry that, as of right now, there is nothing that I can truly do to attune for all of those I hurt."

Malefor sighed.

"I am sorry for all of those unborn eggs that never got to have a chance to live." He said, "I am sorry for all of the things that young Spyro and Cynder were forced to face in the place of having a childhood."

He was looking at the three Guardians, who still looked completely impassive.

"I am sorry for Ignitus fate." Malefor said and, for a single moment, there was a crack on the armor of all of the three Guardians at the same time.

"Yes, I truly am." Malefor said. "I am truly sorry that Ignitus had to meet an end like that."

He looked at the three as he spoke that.

"You know, there are few beings in this world who called my attention. You, Guardians, were among them. I came to admire your strength, Terrador." He said, looking at the green dragon. "Your pride, Cyril. And, of course, your intelligence, Volteer."

He looked at each one as he spoke that.

"But, most of all, I admired Ignitus." He said, looking at all of them, and seeing how the mention of the deceased Fire Guardian affected them. "Yes. Such power. Such resolve. Such nobility. Such wisdom. Such a kind heart. No wonder you had him as your leader."

They were getting tenser. I seemed that they were not liking about Malefor speaking about their departed leader and friend. However, Malefor seemed like he hadn't noticed, for he continued:

"Ignitus was a truly example of a noble dragon. The kind I wished that I could have saved instead of sacrificed."

"He was always so keen on helping all of those around him..." Malefor said, looking at the three, and then turning his attention to the yellow dragon.

"Like he helped you. Ain't that right, Volteer?"

The electric dragon flinched.

"Yes, I know the story of how you were first denied a place among the Guardians. Of how your lack of discipline was a hindrance from joining the ranks of this elite group, even though you were the most intelligent and skilled of all electric dragons not only of today, but of all of recent recorded history. Oh, and how that affected you. After all, it had always been your dream to be a guardian, wasn't it?"

"How it must have been terrible to you when they told you that you just didn't had what it took to be a Guardian..." Malefor said, and Volteer trembled slightly, his tail starting to move slightly erratically as he looked back at the evil purple dragon, who continued.

"No one thought you could make it. Except Ignitus." He looked at the yellow dragon. "Yes, it was Ignitus who believed that you could make it, when everyone else said you couldn't."

"He helped you, didn't he? Yes, I heard a lot about it. He called you and gave you private lessons. He taught you discipline and focus, helping you get the skills that you were lacking to become a Guardian. Of course, everyone thought that he was wasting his time. That someone with your... mindset, would never be able to become a Guardian. That you were a lost cause and that he should just accept it and move on."

"But he didn't... Ignitus didn't gave up on you. He saw something on you no one else did. Or maybe they saw, but ignored it in favor of your issues. He continued to mentor and teach you. Supporting you. Being patient. Insisting. Making sure that you would become all that you could be. He helped you overcome your own issues, helped you believe yourself. It was thank to his tutoring that you were able to prove to everyone that you deserved to be a Guardian."

Malefor looked at him, and Volteer's tail was tapping on the ground madly without control.

"He must have been just like a father to you, with the way he helped you." Malefor said. "Was he more of a father to you than your actual father? Well, I assume he must have been. Losing him must have been like losing a father. I can only imagine how painful it must have been..."

As he said that, Volteer choked back a sniffle. He got up and immediately rushed away. Cyril and Terrador cast a glance at Volteer's quickly departing form. The sound of choked sobs could be hear as the yellow dragon made his way through the hallway and in direction to the exit. However, they soon had their eyes on Malefor, who had followed Volteer's departure with his eyes, before sighing.

"He really is taking it hard." He said, sounding as if he was stating a fact, seeming to be oblivious to the poisonous glares that earth and ice Guardians were giving him at that very moment. Malefor looked their way.

"It must be hard for you as well, Terrador..." He said, looking at the big and muscular earth Guardian. "After what Ignitus did for you."

Terrador glared at him, a rumbling growl leaving his throat as his features remained stony. Was it a warning for Malefor to stop? If it was, the Dark Master ignored it.

"Yes, it was decades ago, wasn't it? When you were still a captain at the dragon army." Malefor said, "You were fighting on the second war against the unicorns, and Ignitus was in there as part of the peace army, the ones who helped the wounded and the sick, and that wanted the war to end peacefully, rather than through violence. You two didn't got along when you first met, did you? Actually, I heard that you and he got into a fight because he and others of the peace army were giving medical care to unicorns. Something about 'helping the enemy'."

Terrador's face remained hard as stone as Malefor spoke.

"Yes, Ignitus was caring for the wounded unicorns and then releasing them to return to their land, and you accused him of being a traitor for helping your enemies, even though he was doing all that with the sanction of your superiors. You were a bit of a hothead back on the day, weren't you? You two were on bad terms ever since this. And were during most of the war, until that day..."

"You were both in a squad that was making a patrol on the unicorn lands, when you suffered an ambush. The rest of the squad managed to escape with minimal casualties, but you and Ignitus got caught behind, and you ended up wounded, but only after you attacked Ignitus."

Terrador's claws slightly dig into the ground.

"Yes, you were still mad at him for wanting peace with the unicorns, even after the attack. You had a discussion in which you called him a traitor, some even say that you blamed him for that attack. Then you attacked him."

"Now, the story gets complicated at that part. Some say that Ignitus fought back upon being attacked, while others say that it was an unicorn soldier who attacked you while you were busy trying to attack Ignitus. Some even say that you were clumsy and ended up stabbing yourself in a stalagmite of the cave. Which one was it?"

Terrador didn't answered. He only continued to look at the Dark Master with a stony face. Malefor shrugged.

"Anyway, what happened next is very clear." He said, "Ignitus cared for you. He made sure your wound would not cause you to bleed to death, but he still could not heal you fully. He didn't had any crystals, so he could not close your wound fully, and it would eventually cause you to die. So, he only had one option: to carry you."

"It was quite a deed. To place a dragon twice his size and almost three times his weight on his back and carry him. And it was not only for a few minutes. He carried you for days. He walked across the unicorn lands, knowing that at any moment you could both be attack and killed. He starved himself so he could give you the little food you two had, and he nearly died of thirsty by giving you most of the water."

"You two could have died, had he not carried you to a nearby village. A unicorn village."

"Ignitus knew it was risky. That, due to the war, the unicorns could try killing two injured dragons if they found them. But he also knew that, without proper help, you would surely die. So, he took a risk and went into that village. The reception was... well, what one would expect under the circumstances."

"The unicorns were not happy for having dragons coming to their village, and most of them looked like they were ready to finish you both off. That is, until one of the unicorns recognized Ignitus and vouched on his favor."

"It was one of the unicorns who had been treated and them freed by the future fire Guardian. He was a denizen of that specific village, who had been force to be part of the war and came back home as soon as he was free, and he spoke in favor of the fire dragon and the one he carried on his back. Of course, many still wanted to shed some dragon blood, and they would probably not have listening to that single unicorn, if it was not for the fact that he was the son of the village's leader."

"So, with the support of the son and the gratitude of his father, you both were accepted into the village. Given shelter. Food. Water. Healing. You were both save. What, of course, would not have been possible if Ignitus had not fought for you, even after all the tribulations between you two."

"In a week, you two were returning home, and you were no longer at odds. In fact, you two actually became very close. You respected Ignitus after seeing his strength to fight for what he believed. Most of all, you felt grateful at him for trying so hard to save your life after you attacked him like a savage. Perhaps because you would probably have left him to die if your positions were inversed?"

This time Terrador actually growled, his lips curling and his teeth showing. Many would have been intimidated, but not Malefor.

"You changed after that." The Dark Master continued. "From a hothead and impulsive young soldier, you became wiser, more mature, less prone to harsh and quick judgements. And it was all thanks to Ignitus, wasn't it? He was the one who helped you change. He opened your eyes by being near you. He helped you discover that being a soldier is more than just going to battle and fighting against the enemy. More than just following orders. He taught you never to forget about compassion and patience. And this is what helped you become the dragon you are today, and eventually become a Guardian."

"You started as bad acquaintances, and you two ended up as brothers." Malefor concluded, "All because he was there to save you when you needed... I imagine what it is like for you to know that you could not be there for him when he needed."

"I'll patrol the area." Terrador said, getting up at once. "To make sure that there is no one trying to invade and kill Malefor before his judgement."

Cyril heard the words that the green dragon said. However, by the tone that he was using to speak, it felt like he was saying: I'm getting out of here to stay away from this bastard before I get into that cell and snap his spine myself.

Cyril didn't tried to stop him.

So, with Terrador just leaving, and Volteer not having come back yet, this meant that Cyril was left all alone with the Dark Master.

For a long moment, they looked at each other.

"Well-" Malefor started, but Cyril was more than fast to cut him off.

"I came to become a Guardian in order to bring more prestige to my lineage." Cyril said, his expression and tone both colder than the coldest Tundra. "I was younger back them, and I was more interested in benefiting myself and my family than actually embracing the responsibility of being a Guardian. I saw helping others as a mere consequence of gaining more fame and honor. Indeed, I was a selfish arrogant prick."

"Ignitus was the one who called me on this." Cyril said. "I didn't heard him much on the time because I saw him as just a child of peasants, but he was willing to call me out on my shit and try and get me down from my high horse. He and I butted heads a lot."

"Of course, my arrogant and snob attitude soon started to get on the way of my responsibilities, and they nearly caused me to lose my position. It was Ignitus who vouched in my favor and granted me one last chance to remain a Guardian." Cyril continued, "That time he literally pinned me down to the ground and told me in my face that I better stop acting like that if I wanted to remain a Guardian, and that it was not about gaining prestige and having privileges, but about servicing the dragons, and if I didn't understood that then I was just a spoiled hatchling who had no business among grownups and should go back home."

"He was the first dragon who ever told me off like that, and that was enough to make me open my eyes and start acting more responsibly." Cyril concluded. "So, in the end, I own a lot to him, and we both became friends and partners. I came to respect Ignitus deeply after this, and this respect became mutual. So, before you say anything, yes, I do regret his death, and it is just another reason why I despise you with every fiber of my being."

"Oh, my. Such hostility." Malefor said, looking at the blue dragon who looked at him with cold despise. "You speak as if I was the one who tossed him into the flames. There is no reason to be so aggressive, Cyril."

Cyril snorted, and he was about to say something, when Malefor added:

"I was not the one who murdered your lover."

Cyril's expression finally changed as he heard those words. He looked at the Dark Master in shock.

"What?" Cyril said, looking at him. "What did you just said!?"

Malefor looked at him, and smirked.

"Yes, Cyril." Malefor said, "I know you and Ignitus were lovers."

This surprised and shocked Cyril.

Knowing that Ignitus was Volteer's mentor, that he saved Terrador's life during the war, and that he was the one who lectured Cyril into become a better Guardian were one thing. It was the kind of thing people could get to know about. The kind of thing that you could hear from stories and rumors if you asked the right people. It was not exactly common knowledge, but it was no secret either. It was no surprise when someone knew this kind of story.

But what the Dark Master had just said.

"How..." Cyril said, looking at him. "How can you know..."

"How can I know something when you and Ignitus both were careful enough not to let anyone know?" Malefor completed. "And you did such a good job hiding it that not even Terrador and Volteer found out?"

A brief silence, before Malefor chuckled.

"Oh, Cyril." The Dark Master said to the ice Guardian. "I am a dragon who has way of knowing things. I have resources at my disposal."

There was a brief silence, before the Dark Master added with a smirk:

"I have enough magic at my disposal to be able to see the Dragon Temple from a distance. I saw you and Ignitus."

Red-hot mortification passed through Cyril's heart, as he looked in shock, before it morphed into anger.

"You... you spied on us!?"

"I didn't intended to watch on you and Ignitus." Malefor admitted. "I was just keeping an eye on the dragons who had the most chance of getting on my way. I just happened to see while you and Ignitus had eloped to... consummate your love."

Cyril's face burned. It burned from shame for someone having seen him and his beloved Ignitus in such an intimate and personal moment, and it also burned in anger at the Dark Master for having watched on them.

"Of course, I was surprised. I had no idea that you and Ignitus were so close." Malefor said, "But, to be completely honest... I found it to be quite an enjoyable show, if you know what I mean..."

Oh, he knew what Malefor meant. He knew what he meant with that horny smirk and with the way that he licked his lips. It made his face burn hotter with shame and fury.

"I have to say, it made quite a nice show." Malefor said, "I continued to watch you at the Dragon Temple for a while, and I just happened to catch sight of all the times you and Ignitus were consummating. You two did that frequently, didn't you?"

Cyril's lips curled in a snarl as his claws dug into the solid rock. Malefor either didn't noticed or didn't gave it attention.

"I have to say, I grew eager to see you two 'going at it', as they speak. It was quite a sight." Malefor smirked, and then, he started to say, in his best impersonation of Cyril's voice:

"'Take this, you slut! Take my cock like the filthy whore you are!'" He said, "'Worship my cock, you wrench! Worship me like your worthless peasant ancestors worshipped my noble ancestor's paws! Worship my cock like the peasant slut you are!'" Cyril's snarl grew as he looked at the purple dragon, who continued:

"'Take it, you whore! Take my cock up your ass like the lowborn wrench you are! Take it and accept my cum! Accept the offering that a true noble does to a lowly thing like you! Take my noble seed into your lowborn fuckhole, you fucking bitch!'"

Cyril looked ready to jump at the Dark Master, and Malefor merely chuckled.

"You act polite and compose most of the time, but you get a pretty colorful language when you are horny. Ignitus didn't seemed to mind though." Malefor said, looking at Cyril. "He certainly didn't seem like he minded the language at all, neither he seemed to mind being insulted, treated like an inferior and worshipping you like a living god when you commanded. Actually, he seemed that he was pretty much into it. It really caught me by surprise."

He was smirking at Cyril, who was practically fuming as he looked at him.

"I expected you to be domineering with your sexual partners. It was no surprise. But the way that Ignitus seemed to crave your domination... that was a real surprise." Malefor said, "The leader of the Guardians, honored member of the Peace Army, mentor of many noble dragons..."

Malefor looked at Cyril, a giant shit eating grin on his face as he said:

"Who would have imagined that Ignitus was such a wanton slut?"

Something snapped within Cyril.

It just snapped.

Reaching out for the keys on the wall, Cyril struggled to fit them on the keyhole as his paws shook with anger. Once inside, they nearly snapped with the violence with which Cyril twisted them to unlock the door, before slamming it open and nearly pouncing on Malefor.

"HOW DARE YOU!?!" Cyril roared, as he pinned the Dark Master to the ground, nearly slamming into the stone floor.

"How dare you speak such things!?" Cyril screamed at the face of the Dark Master has he pinned the purple dragon to his back into the ground. "How dare you insult Ignitus like that!? How dare you speak his name!? How dare you spy on us on our most intimate and sacred moments!? How dare you speak of such things in such a way!?"

Malefor was a bit winded at being slammed into the ground violently, and he was coughing, but he was smiling up at the ice dragon.

"Oh, my... did I made you angry?"

"YOU CAN BET YOU DID, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!!!" Cyril roared to Malefor's face, wanting nothing more now than to use his claws to slash that smile off the Dark Master's face.

"Really?" Malefor asked, looking to him, and Cyril looked ready to kill him, when the Dark Master said:

"You were suppose to call me 'you lowborn wrench'."

Cyril stopped, looking down at him.

"...what?"

"And I was suppose to answer with..." Malefor said, his voice then taking a high-pitched and subservient manner, "'I am sorry for angering you, sir. I didn't meant to do it. Please, allow me to compensate you.'"

Cyril blinked, looking down at him.

"What are you doing?" Cyril asked, to which Malefor smiled.

"Oh, I am doing like Ignitus used to do when you were together." Malefor said, smirking at the ice Guardian. "I did watched you two enough to know what he would do and say in such situation."

This only served to rekindle Cyril's anger.

"Why you- WHAT THE!?!?"

Cyril lost his words as he suddenly felt something touching his crotch.

Malefor had just thrusted his hindpaw into Cyril's crotch area. However, he was not hitting it like someone who would be kicking someone else's balls. It was like he was gently touching and moving his paw over the crotch, like someone who is using their foot to please a partner.

"W-what are you doing!? S-stop it!!"

"Ignitus did it like that too, right?" Malefor said to Cyril, as he used his foot to rub the entire area of Cyril's genital slit. "He rubbed it like that. Using his toes and then the ball of his hindpaw. And he would just move from side to side. Yes, he did it like that, didn't he?"

As Malefor said those words, he moved his foot just as he was saying. He rubbed his foot up and down Cyril's slit, rubbed the ball of his foot into it, and he even used his toes on it, running them over the line of the slit and even spreading it open with a surprising dexterity.

He was doing all the things just as Ignitus did.

"T-this is..." Cyril said, but Malefor cut him.

"And he would also..." He leant his head forward, and started to kiss and lick at Cyril's neck. Cyril gasped at this, and his body shuddered.

"Y-you..." Cyril said, and Malefor continued to both kiss his neck and molest his crotch with his foot. This caused Cyril to shiver as goosebumps moved up his spine. His body was trembling and, to his own horror, his cock was slowly coming out of his slit.

"N-no..." Cyril whimpered, and Malefor continued this.

"Oh, sir." Malefor said, using that voice tone once more. "I might be nothing more but a lowborn, but I assure you that I can serve you right."

"Y-you can't... I-I am not going to..."

"You are such a noble man. Coming from such a noble lineage. I can't help but crawl before you and want to worship you."

"No... S-stop..."

"You are magnificent sir. Your scales. Your posture. Your very essence. It is so very clear that you are from a higher, much nobler lineage of dragons. So much bigger than a poor commoner like me. I'd be so honored for having the chance to service you."

"Stop this..." Cyril said, gritting his teeth and curling his tail as if he was ready to lash it at someone else. "Stop this now."

"So, please!" Malefor said, nuzzling Cyril as he said dramatically. "Please, allow me to service you with the only thing that a poor mongrel like me can offer: my own body! Please, give me the chance of proving my value by pleasuring you!" His foot rubbed on Cyril's cock, coaxing it more and more out of the slit. "Please, allow this lowborn wrench the chance to serve a truly noble dragon!"

"I SAID-" Cyril roared, taking a hold of Malefor's neck and slamming his head against the stone ground.

"STOP!"

Cyril's voice was so loud that it was only a miracle that the entire neighborhood didn't heard it. He was fuming, practically foaming, as he looked down at the Dark Master. Meanwhile, Malefor looked back at him. He seemed a bit surprised, but he soon was smirking again.

"You usually weren't this rough with Ignitus." Malefor said, looking at the ice dragon. Cyril flinched a bit as he felt another touch in a private area. Malefor's toes ran over the entirety of Cyril's cock. It was all out of his slit, and it throbbed slightly under the touches of the Dark Master's foot.

"I got you as hard as he did, though." He said, and Cyril glared at him, panting.

"Do you... want to die?" Cyril snarled at him. Clouds of pure cold wind and miniscule ice crystals were forming from his mouth and nostrils. Malefor, still unimpressed, only looked at the ice dragon.

"I want to help you, Cyril." Malefor said, "I want to help alleviate your loneliness."

Cyril looked at him in silence.

"I know you are suffering ever since Ignitus death. I know that you put up a cold, emotionless front, but that deep down you are hurting." Malefor continued, looking at him with a something that one could even mistake for fondness. "I want to help you feel better about not having him around anymore, and I'd say I am doing a good job."

Cyril hissed as he felt the toes of the Dark Master gently hold and pinch the tip of his cock, causing a single drop of pre to form on the tip.

"So... what do you say?" He asked, looking at the ice dragon. "Will you allow me to help you alleviate your sadness? Your loneliness? I assure you that I know how, and that I can make you feel better if you give me the chance. You never know. I might actually make a fine replacement for Ignitus."

As soon as Malefor said those words, the next thing that came from his muzzle was a strangled gasp, as Cyril started squeezing on his neck.

Not only squeezing, but Cyril's paw also became unnaturally cold. So much that there was frost forming over it and over Malefor's throat.

"You..." Cyril hissed, his voice dripping with hatred. "You are the lowest, filthiest, most despicable being that has ever walked on this land. So much that even looking at you makes my stomach churn."

His eyes full of fury looked back on Malefor's wide ones. The purple dragon was no longer smiling, as his mouth was open in a silent scream, the pain was clear on his features, as he felt the unearth cold cover the entirety of his throat, immobilizing it and keeping him from breathing properly, he couldn't pass enough air through his windpipe to produce even a whisper.

"Someone as low and detestable has no right to even speak of Ignitus." Cyril said, looking at Malefor in the eyes, as if he wanted to make sure that his point would get across. "You cannot possible compare yourself to him. So don't make the assumption that you could take his place. You cannot. Never."

Cyril knew that he would have no chance against Malefor in a fair fight.

At his full powers, the Dark Master was a force so great that even all of the Guardians together would barely have a chance of overwhelming him. That was just how powerful the evil purple dragon was, so much that he was a threat even from his imprisonment.

However, at that moment, Malefor seemed anything but a challenge to Cyril.

It would be so easy to kill him now. To simply turn his throat into ice and shatter it into a million pieces. To grasp at his throat and yank it hard enough to rip his windpipe and leave him to choke on his own blood. Or simply do what he was doing now, squeezing and incapacitating him with his cold and just look into his panicked eyes until the light has left them forever and he would never again be able to do to anyone what he did to Ignitus.

It would certainly feel good to see him die, just as it felt good to finally see pain and fear on his eyes as they looked dead on each other's eyes.

They both blinked.

"But... since it looks like you want to be a bitch for a superior dragon..." Cyril said, and he let go of Malefor's neck.

The purple dragon coughed and gasped, taking fast and deep breaths as his throat warmed up again. He took a free paw to his neck, and he could still feel the frost in it, although it was quickly melting away.

As Malefor recovered, Cyril was moving above him, and Malefor seemed not to notice it until he felt a weight fall on his chest.

Cyril was now sitting on his haunches, with his hind pressing directly on the Dark Master's chest, making it harder to breathe, but not as hard as it had been when he was having his throat nearly frozen solid. Still, Malefor didn't thought too hard on the weight on his body, as his attention was distracted by something slapping against his snout.

He had felt Cyril's cock with his foot, so he had a vague idea of the length and shape, but measuring someone's cock with your foot and seeing it right in front of your nose were different.

Cyril's cock was not different from most dragons'. Big, with fleshy barbs on the underside, a spear-like tip, and with a heavy musk coming from it. Seriously, it was so musky that it nearly made Malefor gag. Dragon's did had a natural strong musk, but Malefor had the impression that Cyril was particularly musky, just like his cock seemed particularly big for a dragon.

Malefor looked at this cock before him, before looking up. Cyril was looking down on him with a sneer on his lips, as if he was looking at a disgusting little bug. However, it was possible to see a spark of desire on his eyes, as he looked down at the Dark Master.

"What are you waiting for?" Cyril growled, looking down at him. "Start working, you filthy slut."

There was no need to say much more. It was obvious what Malefor was suppose to do. And he did it without questioning.

He opened his mouth, and tentatively gave the cock a lick right on the tip. It throbbed upon contact, and a single bead of pre formed into the tip. Malefor found it to be surprisingly cold to the touch, colder than one would expect from a regular living being, but not colder than you would expect from an ice dragon.

After that first lick, Malefor gave a second one, and this time he lapped at the pre that was forming on the tip of the cock. It was as cold as the cock itself, and it felt like liking a cold sticky liquid. It was bittersweet, and it made Malefor's tongue feel slightly numb, like one's would from the cold.

Still, the Dark Master continued to lick the cold cock as if it was a popsicle. Cyril growled and grunted as Malefor licked it. It seemed that he was trying not to enjoy it too much, but Malefor was proving to be quite skilled with his tongue.

He lapped into the head of the member with his tongue, circling it around the crowned head and even teasing the piss-slit with the tip of his pointed tongue. He ran it under the cock, teasing the barbs by running his tongue around them. He even managed to tickle the member on the sides and near the base with his tongue.

All of this was having an effect on Cyril. The ice Guardian panted and huffed, mist coming out of his nostrils as he panted, nearly snorted, under the ministrations of the dragon under him (literally). At some points, he hissed sharply as Malefor teased his cock on the right way, and he growled and clenched his teeth, nearly as if he wanted to fight back the pleasure, and not admit to himself that he was enjoying it.

After a while, Malefor moved up from just licking to actually sucking.

He took the cock on his mouth and started to suck it.

Cyril gasped as he felt his cock being suck, and he nearly went cross-eyed as he felt that warm wetness envelop his cock and sucking on it quite hard. This caused his hips to jerk, sending his cock into Malefor's mouth. This surprised the Dark Master, but he didn't gagged around the cock at all, just swallowing around it instead, taking more of it on his mouth.

He then proceeded to continue servicing the cock on his mouth. He sucked and wrapped his tongue around it as he bobbed his head back and forth.

He started out slow, steadily moving his muzzle back and forth into the cock that he was servicing. Once more, he marveled at how cold it felt. Of course, it was not cold enough to be from a corpse (a disturbing thought, I know), but certainly colder than most living beings. It was truly like sucking a popsicle, and that was what Malefor imagined as he sucked the cock inside his mouth.

Of course, if he actually sucked a popsicle like he was sucking that cock, it certainly would draw many eyes from people at the streets.

Meanwhile, above him, Cyril was letting out pants and growls as the Dark Master serviced him. He would often jerk his hips and let out a moan as the Dark Master did a particularly skilled trick, like running his tongue over Cyril's ridges, or swallowing around Cyril's cock to take the entire thing on his throat.

"G-Great Bahamut..." Cyril said, looking up. "That is... quite the skills..." He then looked down at Malefor. "It is like you have serviced males before."

Malefor stopped for a moment to look back at him. Their eyes met and, even with the cock on his muzzle, Malefor was able to give a grin at the ice dragon.

"... You have serviced males before." Cyril said, looking down at him. Somehow, not feeling surprised at all. Of course, he didn' had much time to reflect on it, for in this moment, Malefor swallowed around his cock once more, sending it all the way down to his throat.

Not only that, but the Dark Master also started purring. In doing so, he caused his entire mouth and throat to vibrate, sending waves of vibrating into the cock, which translated into waves to pure pleasure shooting up Cyril's spine. Cyril had to bite his lip so hard a small strand of blood leaked from it, as otherwise he would have roared very loudly. However, his wings did flared open, and his cock was now leaking pre like crazy into the mouth of the Dark Master, who continued to smirk as he took notice of Cyril's reactions to his ministrations.

Cyril look down, and he saw that smug look at the face of the Dark Master. As if he was achieving some kind of victory for being able to take such reactions from the noble Cyril.

It was enough to drive the ice dragon crazy.

"You know, you are looking pretty smug for someone on your position, you wrench." Cyril said, as he reached out and took hold on Malefor's lateral horns.

"Maybe I need to remind you of your... PLACE!"

As he said that, he used Malefor's horns as handles to push his cock deeper into Malefor's mouth and throat. This time, Malefor gagged around it, as his snout was now pressing against the scales of Cyril's slit. He breathed through his nose as Cyril used his mouth, and the warmness of his breath tickled Cyril's pubic scales, causing the ice dragon to growl louder.

Now Cyril was the one taking full control. He used Malefor's horns as handles. He pulled Malefor's head back, before slamming it back into his cock. He then pulled it out roughly, until only the tip of his cock was on Malefor's lips, and then forced his cock all the way inside once more.

Then he did it again, and again, using the Dark Master's mouth as his toy.

And he was not remaining silent as he did that.

"Take this! Take this you worthless wrench!"

"Yes, that's right! Suck my cock while I fuck your cock like the filthy slut you are, you worthless creature!"

"Do you like it, you whore? You like having my cock going deep into your mouth!? Of course you do! Even if you don't, I'll still do it! This is the right I have as the superior dragon in here!"

And many more other phrases with very colorful language that the ice dragon rained down on the Dark Master as he used his muzzle like a fleshlight.

Malefor, meanwhile, couldn't do anything other than take it. He gagged and gasped around the cock, but he managed not to choke by swallowing around the phallus. He managed to swallow most of the saliva and pre that were accumulated into his mouth from the rough face-fucking, but some of it still leaked out form his lips, trickling down his lips and dripping from his chin into his chest.

Still, Malefor didn't seemed like he was resisting or trying to fight back. Actually, he seemed that he was actually trying to enjoy it somehow. His front paws went to Cyril's hips and were holding on to them, but it didn't seemed that it was to make him go slower, but to have an illusion of footing for himself as he was fucked on the muzzle so hard.

Malefor was actually purring slightly as he was face-fucked by the ice Guardian. Now, if it was because he was enjoying it, or because he was once more trying to vibrate the cock on his mouth, was certainly up to debate. Cyril didn't knew about it, and neither did he cared. He was far too busy thinking of his own pleasure as he used the Dark Master.

"Yes! That's it! Suck my cock! You filthy slut! You fucking wrench!" Cyril snarled as he continued to fuck that purple muzzle. "Yes, just like that! I'll cum anytime now! You want it? You want my cum? Of course you do! You dirty whore! You lowly bitch! I'll cum down your throat! You better swallow it all! Every drop! Yes! It's coming! I'll give it to you! My pecious seed! Be grateful to me for giving it to you! Take it! Take! Every! Droooooooop!"

Cyril roared as he came, the walls of the dungeon absorbing the sound of his roar, so no one on the outside was able to hear it. However, Malefor heard it loud and clear. His earholes rang with the strength of Cyril's roar. However, the evil purple dragon didn't had much time to reflect on it, for Cyril buried his cock deep into his muzzle as he came.

Malefor would have chocked wasn't he ready for it. The cock shoved all the way down, literally plugging his throat as it went all the way in. Not to mention the torrent of cum that erupted from it.

Malefor was skilled servicing males, so he was able to manage. However, even someone experienced like him was having trouble with the sheer amount of cum that erupted from Cyril's penis.

He could feel it travelling down his throat and into his stomach. All the while, all he could think was how cold it was. Cold as one would expect from something from an ice dragon. Malefor could feel the cold semen travelling down his esophagus and into his stomach, where it caused a feeling of cold that spread from his stomach into his whole abdomen, like the feeling you have when you swallow icy water.

The orgasm lasted for a good minute, before Cyril started to pull away. One shot landed across Malefor's tongue and into his throat, causing him to gag slightly. As Cyril pulled out, he masturbated, pumping his saliva and throat-slime covered cock with his scaly hand, coaxing the last of his semen out and shooting three final jets of cum directly into Malefor's face.

The first one went across Malefor's snout, hitting his forehead and horns. The second landed on his face, forcing the Dark Master to close his right eye so the semen would not go in there, what would surely sting. The final one landed right on Malefor's muzzle, coating his snout and his chin with the semen of the ice dragon.

With those final shots, Cyril was done. He was now panting, sitting on Malefor's chest and looking down at him. The ice dragon couldn't help but smirk as he saw the Dark Master's face painted with his semen.

"Now that's a good look for you, bitch." Cyril said, looking down at the Dark Master. "Wearing the semen of a true male."

Malefor said nothing at this. He only looked up at the ice dragon. The Dark Master still had Cyril's semen on his tongue, and he swirled it around to give it a taste.

Strong. Sharp. Cold. Made his tongue a little numb. Had a firm flavor with a little bitterness at the deep and some saltiness at the end.

Like frozen yogurt.

Malefor liked it.

After swallowing the one that was on his tongue, Malefor started licking his chops, getting the semen around his muzzle with his tongue so he could taste it as well. Cyril saw it, and his smirk widened as he looked down at the evil purple dragon.

"Filthy wrench." Cyril said with a certain amusement on his voice. Malefor looked up at him, and he had a smirk of his own.

"C-C-C-Cyril...?"

The two dragons blinked. Cyril looked over his shoulder, while Malefor leaned his head as to the side as he could, so see past the body of the dragon sitting on his thorax.

Standing in there, on the open gate, with a shocked expression on his face, was Volteer.

For good fifteen seconds, no one said a word or even moved. The silence was so thick that one could hear the sound of a single drop of water falling into the stone ground of the dungeon. The electric Guardian looked at the two of them, and they both looked back at the yellow dragon.

"Volteer..." Cyril finally said, and this made the electric dragon blink.

"Cyril..." He said, looking at the scene before him. "What... what is... you... what in name of the Ancestors are you doing!?!?"

Volteer was talkative. That much Cyril knew from living with him for years back at the Temple. However, very few times he had heard the yellow dragon raise his voice like that. He was so surprised that he immediately jumped off Malefor.

"I-I..." Cyril said, looking between Volteer and the Dark Master. "I-I was... I was just... I mean... He was..."

He looked at Malefor, who looked back at him with his yellow eyes. For a few seconds, they looked at each other, before the ice dragon said:

"He was being far too inconvenient." Cyril said, sounding more confident, as he turned to look at Volteer. "He was acting arrogant. So I decided to teach him a little lesson and put him on his place. I did managed to shut him up."

"With your dick!?" Volteer said sounding scandalized. "You silenced him by shoving your cock into his mouth!? That is how you make someone be silent!? Is that your manner of making someone stop talking!? Would you do that to me to make me silent?"

"Not gonna lie." Cyril said, looking at him. "Sometimes I wished to."

Volteer blushed madly as he hear that, and now he looked even more scandalized than before.

"That is outrageous!" Volteer exclaimed. "No matter how you put it or how you justify, you were having sex with the Dark Master! The enemy of the world! The one who tried to kill us all! The one who plunged the world into war! THE ONE WHO KILLED IGNITUS!"

Volteer's voice was growing in both volume and pitch as he said that, until he was sounding just like a hysteric lady.

"This is just unacceptable! That you think that it is okay to indulge in suck lascivious action with such a detestable individual! This cannot do! It just cannot do! It is unacceptable for a dragon like you! It is unethical! Amoral! Nefarious! Vile! It is something that just cannot-"

"Wow, calm down, Volteer." Malefor said, as he looked at the yellow dragon. "This way you will forget to breathe." His tone was very friendly, as if he was giving a nice advice. However, Volteer looked at him as if he had just spit the vilest of curses.

"And there is no need to be so shocked." Malefor continued, flipping himself and getting up. "I was just helping."

"Helping!?" Volteer asked, looking at him. "Helping!?"

"Yes, helping." Malefor said, looking at the yellow dragon and wiping cum from his features. "Like you often do for Terrador."

Volteer's eyes widened as he heard that.

"What?" Cyril asked, looking at the purple dragon, and immediately after Volteer started stammering:

"W-what. Wha-wha-what, what? What is it? What did you said? What, what, what?"

Malefor wiped the last of Cyril's cum from his face, and then proceeded to lick it off his paws. He rolled it over his tongue, quite enjoying the flavor, before he looked at Volteer with a smile.

"Yes." He said, looking at the yellow dragon. "I was just helping Cyril the same way you help Terrador whenever he asks. What actually is quite often, if I am being honest."

"What?" Cyril said, looking at the purple dragon, before turning to look at the yellow one. "Volteer?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Volteer said, clearly defensive, and Malefor chucled, as he took slow steps to the yellow dragon. "D-don't come near me!"

"Oh, I think you know what I'm talking about... Volty." Malefor said, causing Volteer to look at him with wide eyes.

"What? What? What was that? what did you just called me?"

"Volty?" Cyril asked, and Malefor said:

"This is Terrador's nickname to Volteer when they are alone." He looked at the ice Guardian as he spoke that. "I watched over the temple from a distance, remember? I saw you. I saw Ignitus. I saw Volteer."

He then turned to look at the yellow dragon.

"And I saw all the times that Terrador came to him during the day to ask him to 'help with his tension'. What his dear 'Volty' often did by sucking his cock until he came, and actually seemed to enjoy it. And boy, they did it often." Malefor mused, "Sometimes even four times a day! Honestly, I'm surprised that you and Ignitus never noticed."

"YOU SPIED ON US!" Volteer said, his voice raising to a very high pitch. "We were having very personal moments in there and you spied on us! You pervert!"

"Oh, I am the pervert?" Malefor said, once more walking in Volteer's direction with a smirk on his face. "You know, if people knew that you on sucked Terrador's cock under the table right in the middle of the harvest moon festival with a lot of other dragons around, some would think that you are the pervert."

Volteer's cheeks blushed so hard that he nearly could be mistaken by a fire dragon.

"I-I didn't... T-that was just... I-I wasn't really..."

"I was watching, you know." Malefor said, smirking at him as he walked even closer. "I could clearly see how you were purring at Terrador's dick while he struggled not to make it obvious for anyone around. Not only that, but you were masturbating as you sucked him. I seemed that you were turn on for knowing that you were doing this surrounded by people who could catch you in the act.

Volteer's blush deepened and, for a moment, it seemed that he had forgotten how to form words. For the second time in a day, Cyril was seeing Volteer speechless. However, that was not as shocking as what he was hearing.

Did Volteer and Terrador really...?

And he and Ignitus never noticed?

"But then again." Malefor said, shrugging. "You masturbated nearly all the times you had Terrador's cock on your mouth. I guess you just liked having something to occupy that mouth of yours, right?"

"S-shut up!" Volteer said, sounding just like a child as he said that. "T-this is none of your business! W-why were you spying on us!?"

"Because I needed to keep an eye on you, in the case you were to actually pose a threat to my goals." Malefor said, "I was not specifically wanting to catch then in the act, but I ended up doing it. Terrador really needs to empty his balls quite often, don't he? Luckily you always seem to be willing to help him out."

"I-I was just helping a friend out!" Volteer said, "T-Terrador has a rare dysfunction on his testes that causes them to produce sperm at a much bigger rate than a normal dragon. Since he entered puberty he has needed to empty his balls at regular intervals of time or they will become so full that it will cause him pain. If left untended his balls could actually cause him serious health issues! I was just lending him a helping paw with that issue."

"Helping paw?" Malefor asked, now having come dangerously close to Volteer, who didn't noticed it until looking up and seeing the Dark Master just a couple feet away from him. "Yeah, sometimes you used your paw, when you needed to make it quick. Sometimes, when you had time, you offered your tailhole, didn't you?"

Volteer stammered again, trying to come up with something to say to the Dark Master. However, he found himself incapable of forming a good answer to what the Dark Master was saying. He found himself with difficulty to think with those yellow eyes looking straight into his own.

"But you always prefer to use your mouth." Malefor said. "I know, because I saw you do it enough times to know that this is your favorite. And I also learned that you don't just go down to business. No, you like setting the mood. Some nibbles on the neck or on the face frills. Some sweet words whispered on the earhole." He was now even closer to the yellow dragon.

"A kiss." Malefor said and, before Volteer could back away, he advanced forward and kissed the electric Guardian.

"HMM!?" Volteer said, as Malefor kissed him. Volteer was so shocked that he didn't even pulled away from the surprise kiss. He froze, with his mouth open, and offering no resistance as the Dark Master kissed him. Not even when the evil purple dragon started probing his mouth with his own tongue, exploring the inside of his mouth and even wrapping it around Volteer's on tongue.

Volteer recovered only after nearly fifteen seconds, and he pulled away. Malefor kept his tongue wrapped around Volteer's as much as he could, until they parted with a wet sound, leaving behind a strand of saliva connecting both their tongues, even as Volteer moved away.

"Yes. You love setting the mood with a good tongue-kiss, don't you, Volty?" Malefor asked, as smirk on his face as he moved his tongue over to break the strand of saliva.

"I-I-I-I..." Volter said, stammering like Cyril had never seen before. "I don't- I mean, I don't really- I mean, I am not going to-!"

"What?" Malefor asked him, "Am I not a good kisser?"

"No! I mean, yes! I mean! You are a good kisser, but that's not- what are you doing!?" Volteer was cut short once more as Malefor now moved closer. Volteer was about to step back, but Malefor reached out with his paw before he could, and started to gently massage the facial fin on the left side of Volteer's head.

"H-hey! Hey! Y-you cannot! S-stop! Y-you're not suppose to- i-it is not proper for- ooohhhhhhh!" Volteer tried to say, but he was unable to form the right words, as Malefor ran a scaly claw over that fin, causing goosebumps to shot up and down Volteer's spine, and making him let out a shivering sigh as he was touched like that.

"Yes, touching your face-fins like that also does that for you, don't it?" Malefor asked, "It is because there are so many nerve endings in them, right? Touching them the right way makes you feel as good as if someone was touching you down there, right?"

"H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-how do you know that?" Volteer stammered, and Malefor smirked at him.

"Like I said, I've been watching all of you for a while." Malefor said to him. "I did found out things about you. Including what you all like. And you like this, don't you, Volteer?"

"Yes! No! I mean- I like it, but not from a guy like-!" Volteer stopped once more in the middle of his sentence as the Dark Master stroked a certain area that had a particularly large amount of nerves, and that caused Volteer to gasp and shiver all over, a familiar feeling building up between his legs.

"Oh... you want me to stop?" Malefor said, smiling as he saw the expression on Volteer's face, still stroking that area of the fin insistently. "Just say and I'll stop."

"Ah-Ah-Ah-Gahgagah-S-Stah-Bah-Manghighgababuhhhhhhhh..." Volteer was so overwhelmed that he couldn't even form a coherent word. Cyril only continued to look, both amused and amazed. He never imagined that he would ever see Volteer incapable of forming a phrase!

He ought to give points at the Dark Master for managing to perform such a feat.

However, Malefor was not done yet.

"As I thought." Malefor said, looking at the spluttering, babbling face of the electric Guardian, before diving in to kiss him once more. Volteer's voice was completely muffled as Malefor used his own mouth to silence him, tongue-kissing him harder than before, and causing Volteer's eyes to roll over, before they closed, and a loud moan escaped from the yellow dragon's throat.

Malefor didn't moaned, but he did looked that he was enjoying that kiss as well, if the enthusiasm with which he was kissing the moaning Volteer was of any indication. It certainly looked like the Dark Master was enjoying kissing the electric Guardian. At least to Cyril, who was still watching it.

Man, they are truly going at it. Cyril thought to himself, as he, for a moment, forgot that Volteer was kissing no other than the enemy of all living beings of the planet. Volteer seemed that he had forgotten about it as well, as he now was kissing Malefor back.

Their tongues danced inside Volteer's mouth, and they moved to inside Malefor's as the electric Guardian's tongue started to wrestle back. They continued to kiss for a while, with Malefor grunting and Volteer moaning loudly, before Malefor once more broke the kiss.

From Volteer's mouth, Malefor moved down to his neck. He started to kiss, lick and nip at Volteer's neck, what caused the electric guardian to continue to moan rather loudly.

"Ohhh. T-that feels goooooooood!" Volteer said, "I-it could be better if you- ohhh, yeah, just like that. Now start licking at my- ohhh, yes! N-now you can nibble on- ooohhhhh, yes, right there! MMPH! You really do know what I liiiiiiaahhhhh-"

Malefor continued to work on Volteer's neck for around a minute, before moving lower. He continued to lick and kiss as he moved down to Volteer's chest, and then down his stomach. He licked just on the right way for each area, giving playful nips on Volteer's scales, just on the right way to make Volteer continuing to moan.

Eventually, Malefor got down enough to reach Volteer's private areas and, as he expected, Volteer's cock was hard, and it had already started leaking.

Malefor didn't wasted time with any more foreplay, and just took the tip on his mouth and started sucking.

He nearly jumped back when the pre made contact with his tongue. It caused a shiver to run over his tongue that nearly felt like a spasm, like the one you get when you get a sudden electric shock. His tongue was still tingling as an "aftertaste" of the pre. However, that didn't stopped Malefor, who continued to suck on Volteer's cock, swirling his tongue around the tip and licking over his piss-slit to get more pre as soon as it came.

After a few moments, Malefor didn't flinched anymore when the pre touched his tongue and caused more of those tingling jolts. Actually, Malefor was kind of starting to enjoy them. He wasn't enjoying as much as Volteer, obviously.

Volteer's mouth was open, but, surprisingly, no words were coming out of it. Only loud moans and heavy panting, as his tongue was lolled out of his mouth and his breath was coming out hot and steamy from his throat, as the yellow dragon basked on the wonderful feeling of having his cock sucked.

All thoughts of it not being proper were lost, taken by the tide of pleasure that he was feeling as that skilled and warm mouth serviced his cock. He didn't cared if he was not supposed to be doing that. In fact, he didn't even cared if the one servicing him was the most dangerous dragon of all. He didn't even cared that Cyril was standing just a few feet away from them, watching as they continued to shamelessly have sex in front of him.

He only continued to moan really loud.

"Volteer?" A voice called at the distance, and Volteer and Malefore both failed to acknowledge it. They heard it, but they were too focused on their own deed to actually give the voice the proper attention, until it came closer.

"Volteer? Cyril? What- WHAT IS GOING ON!?"

Malefor and Volteer snapped out of their deed and looked to cell's door.

"Oh. Hello, Terrador." Maleofr said, smiling a friendly smile to the earth Guardian, who stood in there with a shocked expression, before giving one more lick to the head of Volteer's cock, causing the electric guardian to let out an "eek!" as his cock leaked more electrically-charged pre right on Malefor's tongue.

Now, most dragons would be shocked and rendered actionless by arriving and finding such a scene. However, most dragons were not seasoned and hardened warriors like Terrador, and he was quickly recovering and facing the situation before him as it was proper.

"What is happening in here!?" Terrador demanded in a serious tone as he marched inside of the cell. "What is the meaning of all of this!?"

No one really answered. Volteer and Cyril both remained silent as Terrador looked at them. His nose could pick up the familiar smell of sex on the cell, telling him that there had been intercourse in there. Volteer had just came back, so Terrador knew that he was not the one who had sex, so this only left Cyril and the Dark Master. Hence was why he glared at Cyril as hard as he glared at Volteer for answers.

"Well..." Malefor said, after a few moments of silence. "What do you want it to mean?" He asked, getting up and looking at the green dragon, who glared back at him with absolute hatred. The cold and calculated hatred from a seasoned and experienced warrior.

"You are the mastermind behind all of this, aren't you?" Terrador asked, looking straight at the Dark Master. "What kind of game are you trying to play? Answer me!"

"Game?" Malefor said, looking at the earth Guardian. He chuckled. "Yeah, that is actually a good word. After all, what is sex other than a game between partners? Ain't that right, Cyril?" He looked at the blue dragon, who looked back at him. "Volty?" He looked back at the electric Guardian, who seemed that he just now had recovered hid voice, even though he was still panting.

"Well, there can be a lot of arguments on and about that." Volteer said, looking at the Dark Master. "I mean, there are moral and ethical arguments to be considered on this, and there is also the whole argument regarding consent. Actually, while a good deal of people might describe sex as a game, what is actually an argument built on the premise of sex as a toll of not only reproduction but also dominance over your partners, many consider sex as something sacred to be shared with people who you love and not to be reduced as a tool of control. That also opens arguments regarding-MMM!"

Volteer was silenced when Malefor forced the tip of his tailblade into the Guardian's mouth.

"That mouth of yours is better when it's not talking." Malefor said to him, holding the tip of his tailblade inside Volteer's muzzle. "Just imagine it's a cock."

Volteer blushed, and he looked like he was about to protest. However, instead he seemed to do what the Dark Master had suggested to him. He closed his eyes and his blush deepened as he started to suck at the tailblade being force into his mouth.

"Volteer! What are you doing!?" Terrador said, and Malefor looked back at the green Guardian, smiling.

"Why, he is sucking my tail, Terrador." He said, looking at the green dragon with a smirk. "Like you probably asked him to do with your cock just minutes before."

"W-what?" Terrador asked, looking at the Dark Master, who looked back at him.

"Yes." Malefor said, looking at him. "You asked him to suck your dick while you two were out there, didn't you? With the way you got out of here, I had the impression you were frustrated enough to try and get him to suck you off to ease your tension. You make him do it a lot, don't you? Back at the temple?"

"W-what?" Terrador said, looking at the purple dragon. "W-what do you mean by that?"

"Don't try to escape, Terrador." Cyril said, causing Terrador to look at him. "He's been using magic to spy on us for years. He knows all about our sexual shenanigans."

"Indeed." Malefor said, looking at the earth Guardian, who was now looking back at him. "I have seen all the times you had Volty here suck your dick to help relieve your tension at the day. And sometimes you even returned the favor by sucking him back."

"What..." Terrador said, shocked for finding out that the Dark Master had been watching them in such moments. He was far too seasoned by combat and war to blush. However, he still felt mortified for knowing that someone was watching in such moments.

"You have been asking him that more frequently since the war started." Malefor said, looking at Terrador with a smirk. "And you have been offering to return the favor more often as well. You did it just minutes ago, didn't you?"

Terrador didn't answered, so Malefor looked over his shoulder, looking at Volteer, who was still sucking on his tail.

"Volteer?"

"Hmmm?" Volteer opened his eyes, looking at the Dark Master, who proceeded to ask:

"Did Terrador asked you to suck his cock while you two were out there?" He asked. Volteer looked to the side, and he nodded.

"Mm-hmm."

"But, you didn't felt on the mood after remembering Ignitus, did you?"

Once more, there was a pause, before Volteer shook his head.

"Mm-mm."

"And then Terrador may have said that, if you did it, he would suck your cock in return, didn't he?"

Once more, Volteer nodded. "Mm-hmmm."

Terrador said nothing, and only looked down. Cyril continued to watch the whole scene developing as if it was a theater.

"You know, this is kind of cold from your part, Terrador." Malefor confessed, once more looking at Terrador. "Poor Volteer was crying, remembering his dear friend Ignitus, and all you could think about was that you wanted to have your dick sucked. Quite selfish for a Guardian."

"Selfish!?" Terrador demanded, looking at the Dark Master with hate on his eyes. He may be right about Terrador being selfish for wanting Volteer to service him sexually in a moment like that. Still, he wasn't going to hear about it from the dragon who tried to destroy the world and caused the death of his friend Ignitus.

"How dare you!"

"Am I wrong?" Malefor asked, looking at Terrador in the eye, with the earth Guardian shooting him the most hostile and venomous glare he possibly could. Malefor only looked back at him with an "it-is-truth-and-you-know-it" look. Surprisingly, Terrador was the one who looked away. He still didn't liked the fact that it was Malefor, of all dragons, who said he was selfish, but he felt like he couldn't deny it was truth, not even to the Dark Master.

Malefor chuckled as he looked at the unshakable Terrador, who looked away due to his inability to face him when confronted with the truth.

"Yes, you were selfish for wanting Volteer to always relieve your tensions and frustrations." Malefor said, looking at the green dragon, who snarled, but still looked down. "You only offered to return the favor when he refused at first, and you insisted until he eventually accepted. Ain't that right, Volteer?"

"Hmmmm..." Volteer said, as he continued to suck on Malefor's tail.

"You had difficulty to take no as an answer." Malefor said, looking back at Terrador. "Makes me wonder what you would have done if Volteer had ever tried to walk away on you."

Terrador's eyes widened. His lips curled into a snarl as his claws sunk into the stone ground. However, before his anger could build, Malefor continued.

"But you didn't, did you?" Malefor asked, looking back at Volteer. "Volteer refused to relieve you now. He was too emotional. He refused and walk away, and you didn't tried anything."

Terrador was looking intently at the Dark Master, who then looked back at him with a smile.

"You may be selfish, but you are definitely decent." Malefor said, sounding as if he was making a very sincere compliment.

"I'd even say you deserve a reward for it." Malefor said, smirking at Terrador in a seductive way. "You are still frustrated, aren't you?"

Terrador looked back at the Dark Master, who gave a few steps, closing the distance between them.

Immediately, the green dragon went into a fighting stance, his snarl widening as he glared at the Dark Master.

"No need to be so nervous, Terrador." Malefor said, giving one more step in Terrador's direction. Behind him, Volteer gave a few steps forward, to have Malefor's tail still on his mouth so he could continue sucking on it. "I'm not attacking you. Even if I did, I my current state, you would easily kill me, so there is no need to be scared."

"What are you doing?" Terrador said, looking at the Dark Master. "What kind of game are you trying to play!?"

Malefor smiled at him, a sweet smile.

"I'm simply trying to compensate you all for all the trouble I've caused." The Dark Master said, looking at Terrador in the eyes. "I am probably going to be put to death anyway, so I might as well use the time I still have to make up to some of the people who I caused problems. So at least someone knows I am sorry for what I did."

Terrador and Malefor looked into each other's eyes for a long moment.

"Will you let me make up for you, Terrador?" Malefor asked, very sweetly, at the green dragon. "It would make both of us feel a lot better, before it's my time to pay for my crimes."

For a long moment, Terrador looked at the eyes of the Dark Master. His rational mind told him to refuse such an offer. It told him to beat the Dark Master, drag both Cyril and Volteer out of there and keep the door locked until the morning.

However, as he looked in the eyes of the Dark Master, all of sudden he was much more aware of his own need. The frustration coming from the many months that this war has raged and in which he had not had a single proper rest. On all of the enemies he had to kill in order to protect both himself and as many more as he could. On the fear he had each day as he feared for his own and his friends' lives. The anger and frustration for the death of his dear friend Ignitus.

All of that translated to extra frustration that accumulated as fire on Terrador's loins, as he had not even properly masturbated in many weeks.

His balls felt so full that it was as if they could explode if he didn't emptied them that same night!

And there was Malefor himself, offering to help him with it.

He knew that he should flat out refuse it but, for some reason, he was actually considering the idea.

"Well..." Malefor said, after looking at Terrador for a few moments. "If you change your mind and want me to stop, just say at any moment."

Terrador only looked back at Malefor, as he approached more, and placed a hand on the chest of Terrador, making him lean back until he was sitting on his haunches. Then, Malefor lowered his head and chest, until he was with his snout directly into Terrador's crotch. The earth Guardian's slit already bulging out as the member inside of it was ready to come out. The very smell that came from it, now that h was close, told Malefor that Terrador truly was pent up.

So, Malefor didn't wasted time in roleplay, and instead he went right into business, sticking his tongue out and running it over the slit, before he forced his tongue inside.

Terrador immediately curled his lips as he hissed deeply, a low grumble coming from his throat soon after as his crotch was assaulted by the Dark Master's surprisingly skilled tongue.

Terrador tried to fight off the pleasure. The feeling given to him by the Dark Master. However, he was unable to. Not with how well the Dark Master was servicing his slit with his tongue.

Terrador was hard as diamond in less than thirty seconds.

Terrador's cock was like the ones of the other two. However, by looking at it up close, Malefor could clearly see how that was easily bigger than theirs'. Terrador was well-endowed. Most earth dragon's were. No surprise, considering they were the naturally bigger and sturdier than other breeds of dragons.

Save, of course, by the metal dragons, who were just as big and sturdy. And well-endowed.

"You got hard so quickly, Terrador." Malefor said, admiring the big cock of the earth Guardian. He looked up at him, and saw Terrador looking back at him with a snarl. "You really are pent up, aren't you?"

Terrador looked at Malefor, and then he looked away. There was a blush forming on his features. Malefor chuckled.

"Oh, you poor thing." Malefor said, and this made the green dragon snarl louder. "Oh, don't be so angry." Malefor said, "Here, let me help."

Terrador was about to protest, but his protest turned into a sudden hiss as Malefor took the head of his dick into his mouth and started to suck.

Once more, Malefor was not wasting any time with foreplay or going around the business. He just started to service the cock as well as he could.

He sucked on it just as he did with Cyril's and as he had been doing with Volteer. He sucked on the head, swirling his tongue all around the head and teasing the slit on the top, lapping on the pre that didn't took not even ten seconds to come out of there.

It had a strong taste. Not spicy, but blunt and full-bodied. It was... earthy, for the lack of a better word. It felt like tasting some strong wood sauce. Malefor tasted earth dragons before, and he remembered well enough the experiences to be able to tell that the taste was stronger than regular. A clear indicator of the dragon being pent-up.

That and the fact that he was leaking a copious amount of pre as Malefor serviced him. So much that Malefor couldn't swallow all of it, and it pooled into his mouth and mixed with his saliva, and this mix leaked past his lips and coated the member.

Malefor continued to service the cock of the earth Guardian. He was focusing on it now. So focused that he didn't noticed that Volteer's mouth was no longer sucking the tip of his tailblade.

Until he felt a snout poking at the base of his tail, followed by a warm breath and then a wet tongue on his tailhole.

Malefor smirked, as he knew what was going on.

Volteer couldn't believe he was actually doing it.

He couldn't believe he was actually licking the Dark Master's tailhole.

Well, it was not as if he hadn't licked someone else's tailhole. But it was the fact that it was the Dark Master's tailhole.

Now, the fact that he was licking the tailhole of someone whose hygiene habits he didn't really knew, but it was the tailhole of the greatest enemy of the world and main responsible for the death of his mentor Ignitus.

Still, there he was, sticking his tongue out and lapping into the pink ring of flesh hidden among the hard scales of the underside of the base of the Dark Master's tail.

He lapped at it, and there was no unspeakable flavors in there. It was clean (thank the Ancestors), but it tasted strongly like musk, like most dragon tailholes.

Volteer proceeded to lick it more, running his tongue around and over the ring of flesh, slathering it with his saliva.

He closed his eyes and let out a sound from the bottom of his throat, taking in just the kind of vile action he was performing now.

To lick another male's tailhole was consider disgraceful to any male. In fact, it was unhygienic and gross. Still, there were some, like Volteer, who considered the act incredibly erotic. Perhaps it was the taboo associated with "cleaning" another male's "ass" that made it be so taboo. At least, that was what Volteer's mind could rationalize when he actively thought on why it turned him on to do that.

If his mind rationalized now, it could probably conclude that the fact that he was actually rimming the Dark Master added an extra hint of taboo to the whole thing, and that this was the reason why his cock throbbed so hard between his legs as he passed his tongue all over that tasty tailhole.

The sound coming out of Volteer's mouth passed from a type of purr into a moan. Volteer felt the hips before him shift. He pulled back and looked to see the legs spreading apart and the tail curling over Malefor's back.

The Dark Master was spreading himself to him. To give him more access.

Volteer looked at this, and he didn't really spent a lot of time thinking about it. He just went for it.

Volteer reached out with his scaly hands and grabbed the hips, pulling them apart. This caused the tailhole to be in even more evidence now. Looking at it should make any dragon embarrassed, even a little grossed out. Volteer felt his mouth water.

He went for it again and, once more, he was tonguing the tailhole of the evil purple dragon. Now, however, he was taking a step further. He was not only passing his tongue over the tailhole, but pressing the tip of his tongue into the ring of flesh. He pressed, and pressed, and then his tongue slipped past the ring and into the fleshy insides of Malefor's tailhole.

They were (praised all Ancestors) clean. All Volteer could taste on that fleshy passage was the musk.

The sweet, strong, delicious, manly musk, which made his legs weak and his tail twitch madly, as he continued to eat that tailhole and tongue it as deep as his tongue could go. He even moaned as he ate it out, his own cock throbbing between his hindlegs.

Meanwhile, Malefor continued to service Terrador's cock, causing the green dragon to murr and growl in pleasure as his cock throbbed and leaked more pre into the Dark Master's mouth. Malefor greedily swallowed around the cock as he bobbed his head on it, both sending the pre to his stomach and taking the cock a bit deeper into his throat before pulling his head back. All the while, the purple dragon enjoyed the feeling of having a tongue licking inside his tailhole, and he murred around Terrador's cock while Volteer continued to eat his tailhole out.

All the while Cyril watched. The ice dragon nearly felt forgotten and left out, as he watched those three go at it. A grumble escaped Cyril's throat as his own cock throbbed painfully hard between his legs, pre sprouting from the tip and leaking down its length.

"Oh, what the hell..." Cyril finally said, and he moved in their direction.

Volteer was forcefully move as Cyril literally bumped him out of the way, nearly causing Volteer to go down before he recovered his balance.

Malefor was still focused on Terrador's cock, but he noticed that Volteer had stopped licking his tailhole, which was slick and, as of right now, felt awfully empty. Immediately after, he felt a weight be add to his back. The unmistakable weight of another dragon mounting him.

"H-hey!" Volteer said, looking at Cyril, who was now mounting the Dark Master. "I was going to do that!" The electric guardian whined, much like a child. Cyril looked at him.

"Sorry, Volteer." Cyril said to him. "But this slut's tail is mine. Thanks for prepping it, though." He then turned his attention to Malefor, who had stopped sucking Terrador and was looking over his shoulder at the blue dragon mounting him. "Hope you're ready, slut. Because now I'm making your ass mine!"

"I wanted to do that..." Volteer whimpered, pouting as he looked at the scene. Malefor then said:

"Come over here, Volteer."

This caused the electric Guardian to look at him, and Malefor was smiling at him in a seductive way.

"I can service you and Terrador together." He said, grasping Terrador's cock and giving it a slow stroke, what caused Terrador to hiss in pleasure.

"Really?" Volteer asked, and Malefor nodded.

"Of course." He said, still smiling sweetly at the electric Guardian. "Believe me, it won't be my first time servicing multiple ales at once."

"Oh, really?" Cyril said, smirking at the Dark Master. "So, you have experience being a slut, don't you?"

Malefor once more looked over his shoulder. He smirked at Cyril.

"I'm just a lowborn slut, sir." Malefor said, making a submissive voice. "The best I can do is service my betters, what includes you all. I trained myself to service males all so I could the best pleasure my superiors. It is all a poor wrench like me can do."

He batted his eyelids at the ice Guardian.

"Will you allow me the honor of servicing my betters?"

Cyril looked at him for a few moments, and he chuckled.

"Who am I to deny such a slut?" Cyril said, and he turned to Volteer. "Go to his front, let this slut service you."

Volteer didn't questioned. He simply did as Cyril instructed. Soon, he was sitting on his haunches before Malefor, right by Terrador's side, and the Dark Master smiled at the two. His paw was moving up and down slowly at Terrador's cock. Malefor didn't wasted time, and he immediately started licking Volteer's cock, before he once more took it into his mouth, making Volteer gasp and then moan.

Malefor continued to service the two dragons before him, rubbing Terrador's cock with his paw while he sucked Volteer's. He diligently worked on the two cocks before him, showing great skill in handling two cocks at once.

Even when Cyril penetrated him, he didn't wavered in his service of the two cocks.

Cyril hissed in pleasure, and thrust his hips, sending his cock deeper into Malefor's tailhole, until he bottomed on him, his crotch pressing hard on Malefor's tailhole.

Cyril held in for a few seconds, before he started pounding.

Cyril grunted as he pulled back and then slammed back in. He send his cock in and out of Malefor's tailhole hard with each thrust. So hard that it made Malefor rock back and forth with Cyril's thrusts. Still, Malefor didn't deterred from his duty of servicing Volteer and Terrador. Now he had switched, and he was now back to sucking Terrador, while he used his paw to rub and stroke Volteer's. The two Guardians growled and moaned, as they were service by the Dark Master, before he once more switched, and was not giving a blowjob to Volteer and a handjob to Terrador.

All the while Cyril continued to fuck him, and he insulted Malefor as he did so. He called Malefor all kinds of bad names as he fucked him hard, everything from "wrench" to "whore", and many others more, as he continued to breed him just as if he was a cheap slut (something he also called Malefor as he fucked him hard).

Malefor just took it, and he didn't said anything in return, as his mouth was too busy alternating from one cock to the other. However, he did produced a sound. He moaned. He moaned, as he as the ice Guardian fucked him and called him all manners of bad names, and he still serviced the two cocks of the Guardians sitting before him.

The cell was fill with the sounds of sex between the four dragons inside. Cyril panted and called names. Volteer moaned loudly. Terrador growled and hissed. Malefor moaned like a slut as he serviced the three Guardians like a good little bitch.

His cock was hard and out of his slit, slapping against his stomach with each motion of Cyril's thrusts. Pre leaked and dripped from it like a fountain, smearing Malefor's belly and spilling all around as he was claim like a slut. Still, the Dark Master did nothing more than to moan, as he is claim by the three Guardians.

Cyril growled and redoubled his efforts as he fucked Malefor as hard as he, in the past, fucked the tailhole of his dear Ignitus. He grit his teeth, as he knew that this was different. His lust when he was with Ignitus was fuel by love. True and legitimate love. With Malefor, the lust was lace with anger and contempt. Still, Cyril found it to be as efficient as love into prompting him to fuck as hard as he could.

Meanwhile, Terrador and Volteer now moaned together as Malefor worked on both their cocks. And we say both on the literal way. Malefor had maneuvered the two dragon dicks of the Guardians in a way that he managed to get both of them on his mouth at once. It were only the heads, due to the size of two cocks like those of the Guardians' being too much for him. Still, he did his best to fit the heads into his mouth and greedily suck at them, as he used his paws to rub and please the bodies of their penises.

He also had time to clench his tailhole hard, clamping it around Cyril's cock to drawn the most pleasure out of him, what only made Cyril growl louder in pleasure and desire.

This was too much.

It was just too much for the three Guardians.

Malefor was too skilled. They couldn't hold back... anymore... they were all about too...

As one, the three Guardians roared. A set of roars that were completely absorbed by the walls of the prison, only bouncing on the rocks to return to them and being completely unheard by anyone on the outside of the building.

The three reached orgasm nearly simultaneously. With Cyril thrusting his hips even harder on Malefor's tailhole, sending it as deep as it could possibly go with each thrust, as if to ensure his seed would go as far as it could possibly go into the tailhole of that slut he was fucking. He bottomed hard, pressing his dick so hard into that tailhole that it nearly completely plugged it, ensuring that not a single drop of his seed would seep out of that tailhole. Malefor could nearly shiver at how cold it felt deep inside his bowels.

Volteer and Terrador, as they both had the heads of their dicks on Malefor's mouth, immediately flooded his muzzle with their cum, which kept cumming more and more. It was a literal flood of semen. Malefor, however, showed that he truly was skilled in servicing multiple males.

He formed a thigh seal with his lips around their heads, and swallowed like crazy. His cheeks bulged with the amount of cum, but not even for a second it seemed like it would spill out of his muzzle. He continued to swallow all that came from their cocks nearly as fast as they could unload it inside his mouth. He gulped loudly and let their hot semen run down his throat and into his stomach, making it feel both heavy and tingling, as the earth and electric dragon semen mixed inside his body.

At the same time, Malefor reached his own orgasm. Well, one could call it an orgasm. His body stiffened and his muscles tensed with the familiar feeling of the sexual gratification washing over him. His cock throbbed powerfully between his legs, spasming violently with each wave of orgasmic bliss that washed over the Dark Master. However, curiously, his cock didn't spewed cum like the ones on his mouth and tailhole. If anything, his cock let out a single drip of pearly-white cum, which pooled on the head before dripping into the ground beneath him.

How long the orgasm drawn itself, neither of the Guardians could tell, but they all knew that, once it was over, they felt completely spent.

Cyril would have collapsed if he was not currently resting on Malefor's back, and he, like both Terrador and Volteer, was panting as if he had just finished a ten-hour marathon.

They remained like that, none of them moving, as the three Guardians recovered their breath, and cleared their minds.

Slowly, the three were coming to terms with what had just transpired.

"Oh... Ancestors..." Volteer finally said, seeming like he had once more found his voice. Cyril and Terrador blinked, looking at the electric Guardian, before they looked down at the dragon beneath them. The dragon they had just mated. They, like Volteer, were coming to terms with what they had just done.

"D-did we..." Volteer said, "D-did we really just...? W-with the Dark Master?"

No one answered, they only looked down at the Dark Master. Malefor looked up at them, Volteer and Terrador's cocks still in his mouth. Still, he was able to smirk. He swirled his tongue over the heads, at the same time he clenched his tailhole hard around Cyril's dicks. This caused Volteer to yelp, Terrador to growl, and Cyril to hiss.

"Y-you little wrench..." Cyril snarled, as he looked down at the Dark Master and dismounted from his back. Malefor also let go of Volteer and Terrador's members, allowing them both to step back.

They all stood around the Dark Master, all of them looking at him as if they were ready in the case he decided to try attacking.

However, Malefor didn't seemed interested in attacking. He simply smiled at them, as he lazily laid on the ground, and used his paw to wipe a strand of cum that was leaking from the corner of his mouth, and lick it from his paw, enjoying better the flavor of the cum that he had just eaten.

"That was fun." Malefor said, sounding both satisfied and tired. He looked at the three Guardians around him. "So... what next?"

The Guardians said nothing. They looked at the Dark Master, before they looked at each other.

They hated to admit it, but the Dark Master indeed had made a good point now...

What next?

What would they do now?

What were they supposed to do after they just had an orgy with the same prisoner they were supposed to watch over?

"Now..." Terrador said, finally breaking the silence. "Now we... continue with our duty."

Everyone looked at him.

"We keep Malefor under watch until it comes the time for his trial." He said it, with sureness, and the three other dragons looked at him, including Malefor.

The Dark Master seemed impassive. He even shrugged.

"Yes, sound like a plan." He said, getting comfier on the ground as he got into a resting position. "I guess it is a proper course of action. Didn't expected any of you to be the type to fuck and kiss." He spoke that with a very casual tone. "Still, I liked getting laid a final time before they put me through a mock trial before they put me to death."

He rested his head down, as if he was getting ready to sleep.

"Too bad we cannot do it again." He said, sounding as if he was about to go to sleep. "I really enjoyed servicing you all. Seriously, you gotta be the best lovers I've had in centuries. It was fun. It would be great if I could stay with you. This way I could service you guys again. After all, I had a pretty good time, and I'm sure you all had too..."

He didn't sounded as if he was trying to insinuate anything. He sounded resigned, like a criminal who accepted his sentence already and was not going to waste time complaining.

The Guardians, on their end, looked at him for a few instants. Cyril and Volteer, in particular, were looking very intently at the Dark Master. As they did, for a brief second, their eyes changed from their normal coloration to purple, and then turned back.

"Yes... it would be good." Cyril said. "I mean, I wouldn't mind to have a slut always ready to service me." He was smirking, and Volteer said:

"It doesn't sounds like a bad idea. I mean, it is not like it is so outrageous, if you think about it. I mean, if we were talking about a common dragon, a productive member of society, it would be something bad. But, we are talking about the Dark Master. A criminal, a lowlife, a total and complete outcast from society and culture. Someone for whom someone wouldn't really care to be someone's sex slave..."

"That's right!" Cyril said, smiling at Volteer. "Who would care if we took him with us to be our slut? In fact, I think some would very much like it. We could arrange it. I mean, we are the Guardians, right? And he is simply a mad criminal. We have the right."

"Indeed." Volteer agreed, "We can make a few arrangements on that matter. Talk to a few individuals, maybe prepare a memo or two, write a passionate letter to the prince. Of course, we also would have to arrange a place to keep Malefor, but that can be easily fixed by preparing a cell to hold him and chaining him into it."

"Chaining... I like that..." Cyril said, his smirk and voice taking a lewd undertone.

Terrador had remained silent until now. His expression was changing as he heard the words of his fellow Guardians, growing more scandalized, until he had finally heard enough.

"Have you two lost your minds!?" Terrador demanded, looking at the two.

"This is Malefor! For crying out loud!" He said, looking at the two. "Are you really considering taking him with us to the Dragon Temple?"

"Why not?" Volteer asked, "He is without his powers. He doesn't represents a threat. He is completely impotent against-"

"That's not the point!" Terrador said, looking at Volteer angrily. He looked at the two before he continued:

"This is the same dragon who killed Ignitus! He tried to kill everyone in the planet!"

"Which is why no one will care if we take him as our slave." Cyril said, "We can just take him and do whatever we want with him and no one will give a fuck."

"Cyril!" Terrador said, glaring at Cyril, and then at the electric Guardian, "Volteer! I cannot believe that you both are seriously considering it!"

Neither of them said anything. They just looked at Terrador, who continued:

"Malefor is a criminal! Prince Warfang has already decided for his trial! That was what he decided, and that's how it's going to be!" Terrador then shifted his gaze from the two into the Dark Master.

"He will be condemned to death." Terrador said, finally letting resentment show through his voice and features. "He will die to pay for his crimes. This is what he deserves after all he has done."

Neither Cyril nor Volteer said anything in answer to that. They were not sure if it was wise, considering the way Terrador spoke it. They lived with him for long enough to know how resolute he was when he seemed like he had made a decision. They knew better than to try questioning him when he seemed resolute like that.

Malefor, on the other end...

"Yes, I assume you are right." The Dark Master said, turning his head and moving his body, as if he was trying to get a more comfortable position to sleep. "I deserve to pay for what I did. I did it with good intentions, but I still deserve to pay."

Terrador continued to glare at him, while the Dark Master was facing another direction as he laid his head.

"In fact..." Malefor said, "I even think that a mere execution is not enough punishment for me. If what some people around say is to be believed."

Terrador looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Executions are usually done by beheading." Malefor said, "Quite bloody, but overall fast. The end comes quick. It is supposed to be merciful, after all."

Terrador continued to look at him, as he got comfy on the hard ground.

"It is awfully nice of them." Malefor said, "Giving a merciful end to someone who is 'the enemy of the world and all living beings', don't you think?"

Terrador looked at Malefor for a moment. For a fleeting second, his eyes flashed purple.

"Yes." Terrador said, growling. "It is merciful. A mercifulness you don't deserve, you devil."

"Oh?" Malefor said, raising his head to look at the earth Guardian. "So, you're saying that I should have another punishment?" He asked, "A more... lasting one?"

The Dark Master and earth Guardian looked at each other for a long moment.

"Yes. That would be better than a quick death." Terrador said.

"If you say so..." Malefor said, "So, what are you thinking? Imprisonment in solitary confinement? Banishment to a frozen land on the depths of Dante's Freezer?" He looked at the green dragon. "Community service?"

That last one made Terrador look intently at the Dark Master.

"Yes, that would be a good punishment, wouldn't it?" Malefor asked. "Made to serve the ones I hurt and tried to kill for the rest of my days. That would be a nice fate to the Dark Master, wouldn't it?"

"The thing is, I don't have any skills, and I no longer have power." Malefor confessed, "Well, there is a thing I am good at, which is servicing males, as you guys confirmed already. The only way I could repay society would be by whoring myself out to whoever wanted..." Malefor then seemed like he was thinking, "Heh, maybe I could spend the rest of my days servicing you."

Terrador looked intently at him.

"You are, arguably, the ones who suffered the most with all I did." Malefor said, looking at them. "You deserve to be compensate by this more than the others. Just as I deserve to pay. So, if I would be servicing anyone, it could be you, right?" Malefor talked it very casually as he looked at Terrador. "This way, I would be made to pay for my actions every single day for the rest of my life, with the Guardians themselves as my jailers and tormentors, to do with me as they saw fit. That would be an exemplar punishment for my actions, don't you agree?"

Terrador looked at the Dark Master. Once more, his eyes flashed purple for a single second, and them, a smirk played on his lips.

"Being forced to service us as a sexual slave for the rest of your days..." The green dragon said, looking intently at the purple dragon "Yes, that would be a good punishment for you. Better than simply being allowed to die a swift death."

For a long moment, Malefor and Terrador simply looked at each other, before Malefor shrugged.

"To bad you can't do it." Malefor said, turning his head and once more laying it on the ground, as if he was getting ready for a nap.

"Why not?" Volteer asked, looking at the Dark Master, who explained:

"Do you think you can just go to the prince and ask him to let you have me as your sex slave?" Malefor had a disinterested tone as he spoke that. It really seemed that he was thinking of an extremely casual matter, rather than his own fate. "I'm pretty sure that he will be shocked, maybe even disgusted, if you ask something like that. Not to mention how the population in general would react if they found out that the Guardians are taking the Dark Master as their lover. It would certainly be a blow to all your reputations."

They all looked at each other after Malefor said that. They hadn't thought of that. Indeed, if news spread that they were having sex with the Dark Master... that would greatly affect how people saw them. Actually, it could even jeopardize their very position as Guardians...

Malefor yawned.

"Yeah, it would be bad..." Malefor said, still talking about it with surprising casualness. "Unless, of course, you managed to make me your whore without anyone, not even the prince, ever getting the wiser... but, there's no way you can pull off something like that."

The Guardians all looked at him, including Cyril, whose eyes flashed purple for a mere second, before a grin formed into his muzzle.

"Who says we can't?" He asked, making the other two look at him. Cyril looked at his fellow Guardians, and started to talk with them. In a matter of minutes, they were all throwing back and forth details and ideas as they discussed a plan, one that they had to pull off on that same night to be successful.

It was though, to make a plan and immediately execute it, but they were the Guardians. The noblest, smartest, strongest and most powerful dragons around. If anyone could pull off something like that, it were them.

As they talked on the details of their plan, none of them noticed that Malefor, still laying on the ground as if ready to sleep, had an evil smirk on his muzzle.

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The news of Malefor's death spread like wildfire on the great city of Warfang.

It seemed that even being deprive of his powers was not enough to deter the Dark Master. Even on his depowered state, the evil purple dragon had attempted one final trick to escape and resume his evil plans.

He found a way to break out of his cell and try to make a run for it. However, the Guardians were in there, all of them ready for him. Malefor even tried to fight his way out, but the weakened evil dragon was no match for the three Guardians on their full power.

The brawl that ensued ended as quickly as it started. So quickly that it hardly produced any damage to the building or called anyone's attention.

Malefor got out. He charged at the Guardians. The Guardians fought back. Just like that, it was over, and Malefor, the Dark Master, was no more.

Of course, it had not been the expected end. Malefor didn't got the fair trial that was intended, but it could not be helped. If he really attacked the Guardians, and they fought to defend themselves from him, then this was only an expected outcome. The Guardians said that they did their best, and prince Warfang had no reason to doubt their word.

Even though he never saw Malefor's corpse.

According to the Guardians, Malefor's sudden attack had prompted all of them to attack at once with their elemental breaths. As a result, even though the prison suffered minimal damage, Malefor's corpse had been completely disfigure. To the point where looking at it would greatly disturb anyone. So, to spare others from looking at this horribly disfigurement, they took it upon themselves to dispose of the corpse.

Some thought it to be a tad bit suspicious, but those suspicions were forgot as soon as they remembered whom they were talking about.

The Guardians were the rightful protectors of dragons and of their future generations. Of course they would not make up something like that. They would not have any reason to do so. If they said that was what happened, then that was exactly what had happened. They had not reasons to doubt their word, simply because they knew they would have no reason to lie.

And, even if they had, it was Malefor. Possibly the most despicable and hated being on the entirety of the world. As far as everyone knew, it didn't matter if he had tried to escape or not, he had gotten what he deserved. They cared for him so little that no one bothered to ask the Guardians what they had done with the corpse. They could have just tossed it under a pile of garbage, for what everyone cared.

So, with this, Malefor's terror over the land was finally and definitely over.

The Guardians, with their business finished in Warfang, were ready to go back to the Dragon Temple, to return to their duties in solitude. On their way out, they got a pretty big box, which they used to carry supplies for their temple.

No one questioned the size of the box. Nor how it seemed to be suspiciously heavy...

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Many months later...

"That's it..." Cyril said, hissing and panting. "Just like that... suck my cock, you lowborn slut..."

Malefor complied, and sucked hard on Cyril's cock, flicking his tongue over the head and sealing his lips tight to create more vacuum for better suction. The Dark Master bobbed his head on Cyril's cock as he sucked it, making sure to give it all the attention he could, using the skill he acquired in the months he had serviced that cock in all ways one could possibly imagine.

He sucked it hard as he moved his head up, and it popped free from his mouth. Some spit flew around, dripping on Cyril's legs and stomach. Cyril didn't seemed to mind though, as he continued to moan as Malefor's mouth was replaced with his paw, which started masturbating Cyril's cock.

Meanwhile, Malefor turned his attention to Volteer, who was sitting right by Cyril's side, moaning loudly as Malefor masturbated him while servicing Cyril. Now that he was masturbating Cyril, Malefor started to service Volteer, placing the pre-soaked member into his mouth and sucking it hard, tasting the delicious pre and making Volteer moan louder and babble incoherently from the sheer pleasure he was receiving.

Malefor would keep sucking on Volteer and masturbating Cyril for a few minutes, before he switched back to sucking Cyril and masturbating Volteer, and then back again. Like he had been doing for the past hour.

Yes, they had been doing that for the last hour. Maybe a bit more. Honestly, sometimes none of them was able to keep passage of time when they were like that. Malefor was truly a pro. Not only he knew the best ways to please the Guardians, but he also knew all the ways to keep them from blowing their loads too early.

A small pinch on the tip, a little nip with his sharp teeth, a hard squeeze on the base of the cock. All of those were tricks to make them fall back enough that they would not blow their loads before they were suppose to.

Before Malefor wanted them to.

Malefor wanted to keep it going for longer but, after over an hour of sucking cock, his jaw was starting to ache. It was time to get this over with.

Malefor swallowed around the cock currently on his mouth, which was now Cyril's again, deep-throating it and vibrating his throat around it. Cyril, in answer, gasped and arched his back, his hips thrusting and sending his cock even deeper on Malefor's throat. The Dark Master didn't gagged or anything, such was the skill he acquired with the cocks of the Guardians in the past months. He simply continued to swallow, suck and vibrate the cock on his mouth and throat while his hand worked on Volteer's cock, keeping him right over the edge but not letting him come.

Eventually, Cyril came, shooting his load all the way down Malefor's throat and into his stomach. Malefor greedily swallowed it.

As soon as Cyril's cock was dry, Malefor popped it free from his mouth, letting it flop flaccidly on Cyril's body. The Dark Master turned his attention to Volteer's cock, which throbbed and twitched as much as Volteer's tail, as the yellow dragon shivered madly, one of his legs kicking as he leaned over against the wall.

Malefor wasted no time into putting it into his mouth and swallowing it deep into his throat. That alone was enough to make Volteer orgasm. Malefor was ready, and readily swallowed the load Volteer had been building over the past hour in one go, pretty much as he had done with Cyril.

Not a single drop was wasted.

As soon as the cock on his mouth shot the last drops of cum down Malefor's throat, the Dark Master sucked it hard one last time, and popped it free from his lips, allowing it to flop about.

As he did, Malefor could feel the cold and fizzling cums combine on his stomach. Then, it turned into heat. A heat that spread from his stomach outwards, into his torso, then to his appendages, all the way up to his head.

Malefor let out a sound of a moan, as the feeling similar to an orgasm filled his body as the energy of his stomach spread all over his body. He opened his yellow eyes, which glowed, just like the scales of his body glowed with the contained energy that was now surging through the Dark Master's body, coming straight from the seed of the Guardians.

There were many secrets of the dragon race that had been forgotten with the passage of time. One of them was the secret behind their semen.

Semen was the life essence. It carried the life-force of an individual, and was what made it possible to impregnate a female and generate a new life. For dragons, this was more literal. The seed of the males literally contained their very life-force in it. The proof of it was the fact that the seed of a dragon somehow reflected their elemental powers, like how Cyril's cum was cold and how Volteer's caused a feeling of electric sizzling upon contact, as if it was charged.

Malefor had learned this little dragon secret during his studies, when he was already an adult. It was in an old book hidden on the library, shoved into an old corner of the shelves as if someone wanted it to stay in there and be forgot. It was a very interesting read for the purple dragon, as it taught him of the fact that a dragon's semen contained power. And that it was possible to transfer power from one dragon to the other through semen.

That was part of the reason why Malefor was able to achieve so much power. Because he took it from the semen of other dragons.

Sex between males was much less taboo on his time than it was today. Malefor had his own share of partners. Many of them, to be honest. All of them strong, virile, and full of powerful energy that Malefor could transfer to himself by taking their semen on his mouth or tailhole.

All the Dark Master had to do was have sex with them and, once their seed was inside of his body, he would take the energy that came from it and add to his own, making his own power grow, allowing him to become more and more powerful with each partner.

Malefor even managed to seduce and bed some of his own teachers!

He got a lot of power from his partners, as well as having a hell of a good time with them. Even though it kind of made him gain the fame of being a slut...

Well, his fame as "that purple slut" was easily overshadow by his fame as "the Dark Master", and soon his little indiscretions were forgot, and so were the old knowledges of how dragons transmitted power to each other through semen. Apparently, it was consider vile and improper by the prudish values of the following generations, something that actually seemed to work on Malefor's favor.

After all, if they knew he could get energy from their semen, the Guardians would not have had sex with him so easily.

Malefor knew he needed his power back after he found out that little runt had made him powerless through means of a focalized Convexity wave. He needed to get his energy back, and there was only one way he knew how.

It was a slow process, as there was a limit of how much energy can be obtain from the semen of a dragon, but working steadily it would eventually obtain results. Malefor's power has been growing ever since he came to the Dragon Temple, all thanks to the energy-rich semen he received from the Guardians.

Malefor sighed as he felt his "energy-gasm" end. His own cock was hard between his legs, and it even leaked, but not a single drop of seed was coming out. After all, since his semen literally contained his energy, Malefor was not going to waste it. Not until he had all of his power back. What, at the current rate, would probably take some months more, even with Malefor's methods of keeping them on the right type of diet and meditation exercises to focus more energy on their seed, and edging them for long periods to be sure the seed would come out in greater amount and concentration. Well, good thing he had the Guardians much more compliant now.

Malefor looked at Cyril and Volteer. They both looked back at him with goofy smiles on their faces, their tongues lolled out of their mouths as they drooled. Their eyes, instead of their normal colors, now had a deep shade of purple and a void, vacant look to them as they looked at the Dark Master.

"You did great, my dears." Malefor said, touching their face gently with his paws. They purred under his touch, seeming happy for being told they did good. Malefor leaned forward, and kissed Cyril's mouth in a deep tongue-kiss, what the ice Guardian returned eagerly. He broke the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva between their mouths, and he turned his attention to Volteer, kissing him, deeply and wrestling with his tongue, causing the electric Guardian to moan. Malefor broke that kiss as well, and now, he guided the heads of the two Guardians, until their mouths met, and they started to make out with each other.

"Enjoy your rest." Malefor said, as he let the two to make out. "We'll be doing this again in one hour." As he spoke, the two deepened the kiss, moaning on each other's mouth and starting to hug. They fell over and now were on the ground, still kissing like two horny teenagers. Malefor couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

However, he soon forgot about it, as he turned his attention to the opposite side of the room.

"And you..." Malefor said, as he looked at the fourth dragon. Terrador had remained silent all the while Malefor had his way with Volteer and Cyril. He had the same goofy smile, drooling expression, and vacant look on his purple-colored eyes. He was leaning against the foot of a statue, sitting on his haunches and slowly masturbating, as he had been for the past hour. His cock was coat in fluid, both his own and the lube he had been using to masturbate. He had not cum, for Malefor gave him clear instructions not to unless it was inside the purple dragon's body. Orders that Terrador took to heart. He had been keeping himself on the edge for the past hour, and he didn't seemed that he minded.

Malefor smirked as he saw how much control he had over the Guardians now.

In the beginning, it had to be subtle. Only using whatever little power he had to push intrusive thoughts on their heads, to induce them to agree with him, and it had to be reasonable within what the Guardians themselves thought and believed. As time passed, however, he was able to control them better, by pushing his ideas into their heads and making them think they were their own, and eventually evolving into placing them into a state of trance were they did all Malefor told them.

Now, after months of draining their power through sex, Malefor was able to keep them in such a state for several days in a row. Soon, he would be able to keep them like that permanently. His horny and obedient slaves. The thought excited Malefor, and made him feel like dancing with joy.

"All hard and slick." Malefor said, "And not a single drop of cum wasted. Very well, Terrador. I'm pleased."

Terrador shivered as he was told that. It seemed that the very fact of being compliment caused him something akin to sexual gratification. Well, he was going to get more of that when he was finally allow to cum.

Malefor's jaw was still sore from sucking cock for over an hour. This mean that the earth Guardian was depositing his cum on him through the backdoor.

So, Malefor walked to Terrador, and climbed on his lap, making the earth dragon scoot even further back, and now, Malefor was on top of him, his tailhole perfectly aligned with Terrador's cock.

"Now..." Malefor said, grinning at the earth Guardian. "Be a good stud, and fuck me. Give me every drop of your precious seed."

Terrador looked at him with those vacant purple eyes and goofy smile. His paws moved to grab Malefor's hips.

"Yes... Master..."

And with this, Terrador started breeding him, ready to gladly surrender his seed to the Dark Master, who could only smirk.