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Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse

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CHAPTER 19

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"You sure this is a good idea?" Spyro asked, Sparx shrugging beside him.

"It's easier than tellin' ya a whole list you might forget. Besides, I needed a break from the study, and some eyes-first recon won't hurt. Stella kinda pushed me to do this anyway. It'll be like old times, bud."

"Old times..." Flapping his wings against a thermal, Spyro glided along, the gold dragonfly zipping back and forth around him randomly.

"O'course, ya didn't have those boulders slowing your ass down."

"They're a lot lighter now..." Spyro grumbled.

"You enjoyed it."

"I mean, yeah, it felt amazing getting a massage down there but why is that a harvest fertility ritual? That makes no sense! They were keen to milk me dry!"

"Dude, obviously you didn't pay attention to the history lesson. Their religion is all sorts of bonkers. But hey, you put out enough to water a small field. If that field explodes with crops, you're in trouble. Or more specifically, your nuts are."

"Can we not?"

"No, ya don't have a knot."

"Sparx, the fuck?"

"Sexual repression gets to ya, what can I say? I haven't had someone to poke fun at in months!"

Groaning, Spyro rubbed his face with his paws. "Everyone around me is a sex demon. So where is this mountain range of yours?"

"Still east. It's gonna take us a few days I think, unless ya wanna whip up some sorta elemental thinger and yeet us there faster?"

"And overshoot? I don't think so. But still, several days, that's gonna suck. I was hoping to get this done fast and get back to Cynder."

"As you've said several times, mister broken tablet."

"So, do you regret godhood yet?"

Sparx shrugged. "Not really. Amber's having a blast finding all sorts of new things in the forest...with supervision of course. Feels good to show them I was right all along."

"And when are you and Stella gonna give her a cousin? Or...well, I guess it would be a niece or nephew huh?"

"She's already an aunt because of your horny ass. But...yeah, we're still figuring it out. Like I told you, we can't do it out of the Atllawas' customs."

Even with winter settling in, the sun was hot on their backs for a while as they flew. The ocean glimmered below, Spyro occasionally spreading his wings wider to catch a thermal. "Been a long time since I could just fly without really trying to get somewhere fast. Kinda nice."

"Between missions and knocking up the Terror, I'm not surprised all your time's eaten up."

Rolling his eyes, the purple dragon huffed. "If any other golems show up, I want you to hurry back to Tall Plains. Don't want you taking any risks."

"And leave ya to hog all the glory?"

"Taking out that juggernaut golem that came at you during the first trip was harrowing. That thing was overpowered and focused. Almost like...it was a more intelligent creature behind its operation."

"Possible. Kane said there used to be magic techniques for remotely controlling the service golems scattered around the Plains. After things started goin' haywire, they stopped using that magic and gradually forgot it."

"Kinda weird that golems specifically would be going crazy..."

"Yeah, the Atllawa are convinced that the Kraken did something to the magic of the world. That its evil influence was what turned the animations against them."

"Who knows. But all these golems rising up after the planet's crisis...I don't like it."

Sparx grunted. "I'm thinkin' it might be some force that knows dragons are weaker now. They can't breed. Rile up some fear, a few regional attacks, turn 'em against each other in fear..."

"And attack when we're distracted with each other and the breeding issue...yeah, Terrador's already been voicing that concern. How'd you get so good at tactics?"

"Too much time to think now. Also some'a the older dragonflies have been talkin' about these things an awful lot after that snake."

Spyro's concerns were deepening quite a bit - if the dragon population wasn't already about to go at each others' throats, and likely his, because of the breeding issue...these golems might force them into that corner. So far there wasn't much to go on, the golems were really just destroying things and killing wildlife...for now. He hated the implications he'd seen from that flying one earlier though. That rapid reformation using his elements and its unwavering focus on the dragonflies was very concerning, and quite out of line compared to his other encounters with these animated things. Was there someone out there remotely controlling them? "Hey, Sparx?"

"Yeah?"

"how do you get your information now at Tall Plains, now that you're out so far?"

"Birds, usually. Like how Hunter's falcon carried messages. There are a few talking bird types and they carry information in exchange for prepared foods. I guess to them it's addicting, having a meal that's not foraged or survival."

"Geez."

"Yeah."

They fell silent for a while longer, just enjoying the ocean breeze wafting up at them, until finally Spyro could see a hint of land in the distance. "That's where we're headed?"

"Gonna hafta get our bearing at the shore, but yeah."

Navigating the landscape was...not so fun, with Sparx in tow, Spyro was finding out quickly. He only really had hearsay to go on, despite his bravado of knowledge. Spyro wasn't too concerned about getting lost himself, he could pretty much navigate by elemental and atmospheric signatures and the stars, and just jump back home with a portal once he found a place, but Sparx getting back was rather important. Until nightfall, they were pretty silent together, Sparx wracking his brain for the tidbits he'd overheard about various locations nearby. So far as he knew, their target location was a quiet pocket deep in the mountains, very difficult to reach and not easy to find by air either, an ancient stronghold held by monks in the past and now reduced to rubble from erosion and landslides. The seclusion would be perfect for Spyro's family. No one went to the stronghold anymore, it had been thoroughly picked clean over the ages, and who would want to live by landslide danger anyway? But Spyro, with his elemental abilities, could render any hazardous area safer. As they made camp at sunset, the dragonfly snacked on some berries while mulling that thought over.

"Hey Spyro...you have so much elemental power, why dontcha make yourself a home in like, Dante's Freezer or one of the Boysitbig volcanoes?"

Nibbling on some rations from his inventory magic, Spyro grunted in response. "Like I said before...using my elements like that just feels weird to me. Warping the planet for my wants. I mean, I could hole us up in a volcano, but I don't know what long-term effects that might have on the volcano itself, or the elemental powers flowing through it. And that kind of unknown isn't something I want to expose Cynder or my kids to."

"Alright, but Dante's Freezer is full'a chasms and holes, you could melt a pocket into one or take up the Ice King's old castle."

"I could, but it's too cold for the kids there. Cynder doesn't like it there either. It's a fallback idea at least but not a primary choice."

"Dude, c'mon, entire armies had trouble getting anywhere there, you'd be super safe. Plus, Cynder's got experience repurposing old castles. Concurrent Skies used to be an old research station for Electrics like Volteer, y'know."

"I know. She prefers smaller cozy caves though, if anything. I'd rather take her to a cavern with lots of crystals, if possible. But right now we just need a spot that's secluded, off the radar, a place where we still have food and water."

"Yeah, the old meditation temple would be good for that. Landslides took out most of the structure but I hear tell there's still fruit trees that have gone wild and spread everywhere, and where there's fruit, there's animals."

"Nom." Chewing on some jerky, he sighed slowly at the spices. One of Cynder's custom mixes. How he longed to be with her again, and it hadn't even been two days so far.

"Think' about her, huh?"

"Wha?"

"Ya zoned out."

With a contemplative growl he finished his jerky. "Just...thinking... and hoping this whole endangerment thing can be worked around amicably."

"Hopefully." Stretching, the gold bug shrugged. "Gonna get some sleep though. I'm beat."

"Night then." It was hard for Spyro to sleep though. His mind wouldn't stop racing with concerns regarding the situation. Pulling off his lower armor, he gave a small sigh as his hefty orbs dangled free in the night air. Comfortable, but cramping. Taking the small bag of herbs from his storage he swapped leaves in the velvet pouches of fabric inside the metal, then relaxed and stared at the sky, the fire crackling and sending a few short-lived embers into the air. Pawing at his face, he groaned. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck...just wanted a simple life with Cynder...is this really my life now?"

Morning came too quickly for his liking and they were off again. Spyro had another "fuck it" moment and swept himself and Sparx along with a strong current of wind, covering distance far faster. By midday they were already at the valley domain, littered with old towers, walls, and overgrown courtyards, what had once been an ancient, sprawling kingdom turned to a monastery before succumbing to time and decay. Ruins were prone to collapsing, but...it was remote, and had a spring of water trickling from several of the cave faces in the steep slopes. He could easily set up a portal base outside or inside the structures. "Place is a damn maze..." Sparx grumbled. "Creepy too, feels like a hundred thousand eyes leerin' at me. It's so quiet..."

"Mmm...it's definitely a possibility."

"Ghosts?"

"Nah, for a portal. I'm half tempted to say 'fuck it' again and just claim this area as our emergency home."

"If you're pressed for time...sure, bud. Sure ya don't wanna see any other locations though?"

Chewing his lower lip in thought, the purple dragon walked around the ruins for a bit in contemplative silence, wondering to himself, Sparx following uneasily. "Well...I mean, if you don't actually need to be out here, I should see you back to Tall Plains at least. They need their god back, and so does Stella."

"I ain't her god. Just her boyfriend."

"Is that humility I hear? Who are you and what've you done with my brother?"

Waving it off, the gold bug smirked. "Being a god all the time is draining. Being a god with her would probably kill me."

"And yet, that's what you are with her for your new people."

"...Got me there. Damnit. But are ya sure about this spot? Might be good to stake it out for a bit an' make sure there aren't any, like, hidden beasties or Grublins or Orcs spawning in the dead of night and prancing unholy prayers around a bonfire of bones."

"More Atllawa beliefs?"

"Actually that's an old legend from the Cheetahs at Avalar I heard down the grapevine."

Spyro smirked back. "You're starting to sound like Ignitus. All these random old tales and bits of lore."

Sparx's grin faded, as did the dragon's. "To be honest, bud...I actually kinda miss him."

"I miss him every day..."

"I think...he'd be proud of you for savin' the world and doin' right by Cynder."

Spyro couldn't help a small smirk at that. "Damn, Sparx, you sound like you're gonna vanish any second."

"Well..." Crossing his arms, he huffed and looked away. "Lazin' around the Temple, seein' you getting your life underway, then all this crazy business...I feel like I've lost my old self. Like I had to...shrug it off, to make any progress. I wasn't gettin' any girlfriends until I cast that old stuff off, but...it's been hard too. Like I don't know myself anymore. And Stella's been pickin' up on it."

"Girls do that. Cynder has this scary telepathy power where she gets into my head and knows what I'm feeling."

"You're joking."

"Well, halfway. I think she's just naturally empathic, now that she's not wound up in darkness. But she does somehow know what I'm feeling." They had wandered into a hall, and Spyro breathed fire and then laced it around his horns for light. Further and further into the old structure they traveled, until they came to a round, wide chamber lit with blue mushrooms. "Oh...this is...kidna nice, needs some cleaning..." Spyro mumbled, patting at a puddle on the floor and wrinkling his nose at the dank must of mildews and stagnant mineral water. "But...possibly an option. If I build a portal, you wanna follow me back home and we go back to Tall Plains from there? Might be hard to get our bearings from here."

"No duh, after you threw us here on the wind. Yeah, that's probably the better option."

Tapping his claws on the floor, Spyro weighed his options. He was also trying to feel out some sort of locational etheric pattern so he could return here if needed. "I should ask Volteer if there's some sort of like, compass and lodestone technique maybe for making personal waypoints."

"The Atllawa have some old spells for things like that. Used it for temple navigation way back when the columns had larger pyramid structures laid out in mazes."

"Interesting. I might need you to look into that for me, if you can. Kinda coulda used it for this trip here but whatever."

"You buildin' that portal or what?"

"Thinking. I don't know, Sparx, I really don't. I kinda just want to be done with it early, but...you're right, I should survey the area a bit better and make sure before I settle on anything."

"Gonna be a long week then..." he grumbled. "Alright, I'll start lookin' for food."

Walking back out was starting to get a bit uncomfortable for the purple dragon - he was starting to get those random erections again that happened when he was away from Cynder for too long, and his girdle only worked right when he was flaccid and retracted into his sheath. With his penis pushing the metal down, his nuts had just enough room to get cinched up in the wrong spots if he moved just right. Sparx wasn't oblivious to the change in his gait either. "Ugh...dammit.." Spyro hissed as they emerged into the sunlight again.

"Gotta take care of that?"

"Y-yeah... ow..." He undid the codpiece and sighed in relief as his bits dangled in full view. Sparx shook his head.

"Damn, dude. That thing's gotta hurt."

"Only when this happens. If I'm not hard it's actually really comfortable." He growled at his flagging cock lightly slapping his belly with his pulse. "Bastard can't wait til I'm back home..."

"Sucks, bro. Anyway, I'm gonna go scout out some food and water." With that he zipped off, and Spyro flopped onto his back in the grass and started rubbing his cock with his paws. It felt so awkward pleasuring himself, he was so used to someone else's touch, especially Cynder's. A random memory from Volteer's mad ramblings came to mind unbidden, something about electrostimulation causing rapid orgasms? It was a trick he'd thought to try with Cynder, three years ago at least, but he'd kept forgetting. Maybe he could use his electricity power to blow off some steam in a few seconds rather than rubbing himself for who knows how long?

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Some testing travel of his paws around his body, lacing a bit of electrical power into his claws, he winced at the uncomfortable tingle and flickers of his hide as his muscles jumped and twitched. Rubbing around his sheath, however, garnered a much more pleasant reaction with his shaft suddenly throbbing hard and jutting up into the air rather than pulsing on his belly. Thick pre started to dribble from his tip, dangling in a gooey thread until a twitch of his cock slung it up onto his length. Cupping his balls with his other paw, he bit back a yelp as his electricity coursed along something different and nearly made him cum right there, his penis pulsating in a dry climax. The tingle felt weird and uncomfortable, but that small surge of pleasure felt rather satisfying. He started rubbing both his hefty nuts with his paws, back arching and teeth clenching as he struggled not to burst out moaning. Cupping himself and rubbing his scrotum against his sheath he huffed out and almost came, leaking quite a bit of sticky pre all over his chest, until he pulled one paw away to try to stroke himself. That touch of his charged paw on his long maleness sent a sharp tingle down into his loins, flowing from his tip to his nuts, and that set him off with an uncharacteristic yip, his legs quaking and straining and his back arched, hips bucking rapidly, his pearly white seed flying from his tip in arching, heavy ropes, a few actually landing across the fire with angry sizzles and spitting of embers. In his ecstasy he lost control of his electricity and dumped more power into his paws, which sent a mind-numbing intensity through his lower body and redoubled his climactic bliss, the purple dragon seeing white and losing all sense of self for a few seconds before crashing down and panting heavily, his paws leaving his bits, shaft still spurting thinner streamers all over his chest and neck.

He hadn't had an orgasm that intense since his first few times with Cynder...this was definitely something to try with her later.

Meanwhile, Cynder was at the Silver Grotto again, trying out her nest in the underground cavern. It was quite nice, and fairly close to how she'd envisioned it might be when they were back at their old cave in Avalar. The gentle trickling of flowing water from the next chamber over was a soothing sound. Rather nice compared to her previous nights of occasional moaning and wet lewd noises. Granted, the fun was great, but tonight she needed a bit of space. She missed Spyro terribly already, and it was different from simply missing him when he was gone to Warfang. At least then, she knew he had a definite direction and approximate return time. With him out in the wild like this though, it was more like those longer stretches of him off on missions...but a bit worse too, because even then, he'd had some sort of destination she could potentially seek out if he was gone for too long. The randomness of his exploration bothered her. She had no way to reach out to him, and that bothered her with each day he wasn't at her side.

It felt stupid, really, wondering and worrying about the world's literally strongest and most powerful dragon. And yet, she couldn't help it.

Nosing at her eggs once again, she sighed against them, gazing in the dim light of crystals at the red and dark shells. "Please don't make us wait, little ones..." she whispered, rubbing her hose against them incessantly. "Please...I can't wait to see you..."

Sleep wasn't coming to her easily at all. She'd tried wearing herself out earlier with a rather vigorous romp with Flame, but as tired as she was, she was still too wired with worry. Why couldn't she shake these nerves? Spyro was fine...

Right?

Pawing at her eyes, she growled and shook her head. Maybe some midnight culinary work would help settle her nerves...but she didn't want to venture out into the street at night by herself. Maybe heading back to the Temple would be better...

One of Spyro's jokes infiltrated her mind and she blushed at the idea, gazing at her eggs. Would it...really be a good idea to put one back inside herself? It would be good practice for laying more eggs later...perhaps?

No...they had come out for a reason. And if something went wrong, she didn't have anyone nearby who could immediately help. The thought did keep circling back to her the more she laid there unable to sleep. Maybe she just needed some dick...again.

"Ugh what am I coming to when I'm not really hot for cock..." she grumbled, rubbing her face again. "I need help..."

A first night in the Grotto probably wasn't a good idea without Spyro. Sighing to herself, she gathered the eggs into the incubator again and warmed it up with her fire breath, then gazed around the chamber once more before heading through the secret back passage up to the main Temple area. Nudging the door open, she peeked around in hopes that no one was there. Only the portal guards.

Maybe she could...entertain them? No, no, not yet anyway, she was testing to see if Flame could get her pregnant, so that meant he was the only one cumming in her right now. With a soft sigh, she closed the door behind herself with her tail and sauntered up to the portal. "Still connected to the Temple?" she asked. The guards, two burly Earth types in heavy leather armor studded with durable steel plates, nodded to her, though she could feel their eyes roving her body. Thankfully, not with distaste or malice...quite the opposite, actually. It felt...oddly exciting to have other males appreciate her without stooping to the "Terror of the Skies" hate routine. Nice, but not quite as exciting as when Spyro admired her. She needed her mate home again. "Sorry you had to sit here and wait for me."

"We must guard the travel gates at all times, my lady." Lady, huh? That was another new address.

"Doesn't it get boring though?"

"Perhaps, but making a safer future for the children requires vigilance against adversity." His eyes were on her eggs this time. There was a sense of...longing, in his gaze and voice. A sad sort of longing. He wanted to be a father too. Cynder felt her heart twist in her chest. If only she was old enough to superovitate...

"Thank you for your work though...it really means a lot to me that someone is so willing to help us."

His companion sighed a little. "It's true then, isn't it? Spyro's the only one that can make eggs?"

"Unfortunately...and it's been very stressful for him. For us both. We are trying different things to see if anything might help alleviate the problem and let other males breed too. Regain their virility."

"Is there any way?" he asked, hope shining in his eyes. Her heart twisted again.

"I...don't know yet. Time is needed to see, sadly. There's no quick fix unless maybe someone can learn the magic and counter it."

"But...you're trying other things right?"

"The Matrons are, yes, and...I kind of am, at the moment." She blushed, why had she admitted that?

They both glanced at each other and blushed too. "Ah...my apologies, I shouldn't pry then..."

When one was talking, she noticed the other made a point to look around. Even though they were both paying attention, they didn't let their attentions to the world lapse. Such dedication. "Hopefully we can...find some sort of solution that would help compensate your efforts here soon."

"Don't need compensation," the other affirmed, though his eyes did steal across her body and focus on her eggs again. "We offered to come out here."

"You're...not getting paid for this??"

"Not yet, my lady. Not until the citadel is completed and this becomes an official job."

A giddy sort of excitement welled up in her gut. It made her blush heavily and shy up a little, but she gulped it back and giggled to herself. It was worth a try. "Do you go in shifts or are you out here from sunset to sunrise?"

"Shifts. We change in the morning. Speaking of, my lady, should you not be resting?"

"I...should, yes, but I can't really sleep. Too much on my mind with this whole situation."

"If you need to return to the Temple, you may pass freely."

Biting her lip with indecision, she shrugged her wings. Fuck it. "I might...have a small idea, about this virility recovery thing I mean, if you're interested?"

They clearly were, but they didn't voice it. The uptick in alertness was their only tell.

"The Matrons have theorized that having sex with a Matriarch might help by exposure?"

"And...you're a Matriarch...but are you suggesting we lapse in our duties?"

"No, of course not. But I would like to know if you're interested at least, for when you're off shift?" She fidgeted shyly, anxious about the answer, adding "I am trying to see if I can actually get pregnant with our friend, but...perhaps just sex exposure might also help a little? It would potentially help them arrive at an answer faster. And...as thanks for your work."

They were definitely considering it in the way they were eyeing her body. "Not to pry, my lady, but are you also planning to... 'thank' all the other males building the city?"

"I might not be opposed to the idea, actually...would have to be over time though. I do need to confer with the Matrons so they know who and what to look for in results."

The more she looked them over, the more she realized they looked fairly similar. Siblings? Cousins? One was younger than the other, and the older one eventually nodded. "I cannot lie, I am...interested in this offer, very much. But...your mate is the Purple Hero. He won't be...upset, will he?"

"I don't think so, after all he does potentially have to directly breed unknown females himself to keep the population increasing until we can crack this problem."

"Fair point..." the younger one added. "Alright. But...here or the Temple?"

"Better out here I suppose. The Guardians aren't fond of...the topic."

"Where do we find you then?"

"I could try to nest in one of the chambers here? The Matrons did give me permission to use them as I see needs for."

"Alright. But do try to sleep or nap before then, my lady...you might need it," he added with a small smirk, then went back to surveying his surroundings.

In fairly short order Cynder had gotten some of the fur rugs that still smelled like Spyro, and had taken them to one of the nearby breeding chambers. Each chamber was already lined with soft things, but it helped to have familiarity. Meticulously arranging the softs to her liking, she gingerly pulled her eggs back out and tucked them by her belly, nosing them here and there until she was satisfied, then laid her wing over her head so she could gaze at the shells under the dim light through her wingskins.

The door rolled open again and Cynder blinked awake, feeling leaden and hazy all over from an overly long nap. When had the sun risen? Her body felt heavy with sleep but it had only felt like a few seconds! The two green-scaled males were entering her room quietly, their armor gone, bodies mostly bare except for a blue sash around their lower neck and tossed over their back between their wings to dangle around their wingshoulders. The older brother's sash tassels were gold, while the younger's were silver. Yawning and stretching, Cynder clawed lightly at the rugs, not enough to tear but enough to get a good pawful of material to squeeze at a few times. "Morning already...?"

"Indeed it is."

She stood up shakily and stretched her legs, then nosed at each egg in turn and then covered them with a heavy blanket to keep them warm. Something delicious caught her nose and the younger brother produced a tray of biscuits and bacon and poultry and scrambled fish eggs for her. "Best to start with a full stomach."

"Oh! Such gentledrakes, thank you! Have you already eaten?"

"Before we arrived, yes."

Nibbling at a biscuit, she purred lightly at the yeasty, buttery flavor. "Mmmmm...I need more practice with breads and such..." she mumbled, then took a bite of the fish roe mush. It was an oddly salty flavor, halfway between avian egg and fishy flavor, but it was quite tasty in its own way. "Where do these eggs come from?"

"Maourli," the older brother replied. "Big ocean fish, lays lots of eggs all the time like some land birds. Local favorite."

"Oh, I see...mmmm...that's really tasty, I'll have to learn about this stuff here."

The younger brother sat rather antsy, his wings tucked close to his sides and front trying to hide his growing excitement at the proposition earlier. "So...you actually were the...the Terror of the Skies, if I may?"

She shot him a dark look. "Not scoring points bringing that up..."

"Sorry! I just...it's not meant in offense, my lady, it's just...kind of...I don't know the word for it, but meeting a converted hero is...well, it's..."

"It's getting him hard and horny," the older drake finished for him, making Cynder giggle at the resulting withering look.

"Am not..."

"Then stop hiding with your wings and show her what she wants to see."

He balked at that, clearly the less outgoing of the two. "B-but...that would be indecent while she's eating!"

Cynder giggled again at his plight. "Oh please. I mate with Spyro all the time while eating, and...I do often finish with a drink from him..." she added with a blush of her own, the two staring at her.

"Are you always so...forward about sex?"

"Not really, no...at least, I wasn't before, I guess. Flame and Ember seem to be having an effect on me."

That alone seemed to be explanation enough. These two must've been from Warfang then. "Is Ember well? We haven't seen her for a while."

"I was going to ask her about pricing a jewelry commission..."

Cynder nodded. "She's been at the Temple ever since her last consultation trip to see Terrador. She...well...is the first of the breeding program, I think. Spyro knocked her up."

"I had heard she plans to settle here?"

"Yep, she and Flame are moving here sometime."

"And...will you?"

Her smile faded and she gazed at the remnant crumbs on her tray for a bit before shrugging. "Still...debating it with Spyro. Neither of us know if we'll be staying in our own home or if we'll move here or just travel back and forth."

The younger brother stepped forward a bit, inadvertently showing off his equipment to her, but only a small peek before his legs obscured it. "It would mean a lot to everyone if the heroes stayed here!"

His brother nodded. "Everyone here looks up to you, especially the younger girls."

"Everyone...?" she asked hesitantly.

"Most that we know of, anyway. When word leaked that you might be moving here there was a swell of excitement, and when you came here for a day and made all that delicious food...it got everyone talking. Good things. They were excited to see you in good health, many had thought you fell ill or something after the final battle."

That much concern over her health made her fall silent, unsure of how to take this news. "I..."

"Here, let me take this." The older brother stepped in to take her tray, doing nothing to hide his raging erection or low-hanging sack swaying between his legs. Cynder couldn't help staring, feeling a lustful surge in her body.

"Not shy about yourselves are you?" she asked, and he chuckled a little.

"No, my lady, we grew up quite comfortable with ourselves. Or well, I did. Little chicken here-"

"Oh shut up," he snipped back. "It just...it's not right to show off so brazenly to someone so important, and so soon after meeting...even if she did offer us some tail..."

"Well, I wouldn't mind some playtime...this Matriarch thing does make me...rather needy..." She blushed and coughed nervously.

"Present arms," the older one said with a playful grin, sitting before her with his legs apart. His brother awkwardly copied him, unable to maintain eye contact with her for now.

Cynder's pulse raced. While not as long as Spyro, they were quite girthy, perhaps even eclipsing Flame, and unlike her mate or Flame, their shafts didn't taper so much, their "barbs" were just round bumps in even lines, and their crowned tips were flat instead of pointed. Their balls were nowhere near Spyro's size, and she had to remind herself that her mate's enormous sexy orbs were really an anomaly compared to the average dragon. That said, though, their balls did look a little bigger than Flame's. They definitely hung lower than his. "Oh...I didn't know there were different penis shapes for different elements!"

"Not too different, this is about as diverse as it gets. But...you did mention that you were...experimenting with a friend, I assume that means your womb is claimed for that trial?"

"Yeah, for now. Once I know I'm pregnant again, I would love to treat you two...but for now..." She turned around and hiked her tail, peering over her shoulder with a shy grin as she exposed herself to the two horny guards, "you can aim a little higher if you'd like?"

"I'm liking this payment," the younger one admitted, staring at the black-scaled female before him. "But...to be fair, you barely know us, is lifting your tail for strangers a good idea?"

"Usually, no, but...it's practice for if things don't work out for breaking the curse, I'll probably have to get mounted regularly by strangers to have their eggs."

"That's a dangerous prospect in itself," the older replied, stepping forward and nuzzling lightly at her tail. "All the more reason for us to do our jobs."

"Are you first then?"

"Would you prefer the choice?" he asked, stepping back a bit.

"Nah. You're the ones doing the boring guard work, I think you should decide. Either way, you're both getting into me eventually, that's why we're here~"

"I like this logic. You good, bro, or you want first dibs?"

"I- ah...I'm...y-you...you sure you wanna give me first dibs?"

"I can wait it out. Resistance of temptation is good training as well."

"Oh...well, by that reasoning, it would be better for me to wait instead."

Cynder giggled and swayed her hips, curling her tail and getting their attention again. "Well, if you both wait, the offer might not last."

"Well, then..." the older brother growled softly, nosing at her thigh, "I'll take first shift." He stood up and mounted her; despite being so brawny, he was super gentle and very self-aware of his strength and size, Cynder wiggling lightly under him as he got settled on her back and started grinding his cock against her undertail. "It's not often a girl offers her ass."

"I've come to enjoy it with Spyro." She wiggled again and ground herself lightly on his tip, getting him a bit lubed up with her sweet juices. He gripped her hips for stability and rather expertly sank himself into her tight little ring, Cynder moaning softly and her partner groaning in delight at the tight warmth enveloping his member.

"Nervous?' he asked. "Can feel your pulse."

"I ah...this is a first with a stranger so...kinda?"

"Better make a good first impression then," he churred, kneading her belly with his paws as he started sawing his hips, his sizeable balls lightly plapping against her wet mound each time he hilted in her anus. Her pulse was definitely racing, she couldn't believe she was actually doing this! And yet, it felt...right. Maybe it was the sexual need of her Matriarch heritage, but it felt quite good to be rewarding them like this. The regularity of the nubs on his shaft offered a distinctly different sensation compared to the light grabby feelings of Spyro's or Flame's more pronounced soft barbs.

"Mmmmph...oooohh that feels good already..."

"Do you...hrf...prefer guys to cum outside?"

At that she curled her tail around his hips as if to pull him against her back. "Every drop goes inside me!" The statement seemed to have an effect on both boys, the one on her back humping a little harder and his brother giving a soft whine of lustful need, wiggling and squirming lightly where he sat. Lifting a leg and gripping her haunch with his toes, he started to jackhammer his hips into her ass, Cynder yelping and moaning, bucking back into the thrusts quite eagerly. He was leaking copious amounts of pre, making her very slick inside, his girth gliding in her tight passage. When he lunged up into her and groaned out on the cusp of climax, his balls slapped her netherlips and her exposed clit, making her cry out and shudder under him, spurting all over his legs and balls with wave after forceful wave of her feminine fluids, splashing him thoroughly.

"Fuuuuck!" he growled out, the intensity of her climax sending him over his edge. He humped her rapidly, hips bucking erratically as he ejaculated, hosing her bowels with his hot, pent-up load. It wasn't near Spyro's volume but it was more than she'd gotten from Flame so far, especially since he was splitting between her and Ember. The sensation of hot male cream in her gut made her purr in afterglow. He purred deeper above her, letting himself drain into her tight tailhole, then slowly dismounted and licked along her tail in appreciation.

"Ancestors, she cums more than any girl I've ever seen..." his little brother gawked, eyes nearly falling from his skull with how wide they were at the scene before him. Catching her breath, she churred and kept her hips raised and her tail curled over her back, winking to him and licking her lips.

"Gonna just sit and stare?"

"No ma'am!" he yipped, prancing over and mounting her quickly.

"Oh, so eager!" she churred, then gave a shaky groan of pleasure as he sank into her, much more easily than his brother had...and yet, she swore his penis was just a bit thicker. His testicles kept brushing and bumping against her vulva with every hilting, making her shiver and clench around his length. "Yesssss..." she hissed, stretching and pressing back against him, prompting him to grip her hips more tightly and start drilling her faster. Just like his sibling, he was so pent up it didn't take him long to crest to his edge, but he growled and slowed down. "Something wrong?" she asked.

"Don't wanna...so soon...but I wanna cum..."

"Then cum in me! Doesn't matter to me how long it takes!"

"Hrrrrrf!" he growled at that, his cock surging at her words. His body left him no choice and within a few more thrusts he was panting and groaning, tail flagging lightly as he started adding to the mess inside her. Cynder purred and wiggled against him, then shuddered and cried out as his balls rubbed on her clit and made her cum again, bathing his crotch and legs and tail with heavy gushes of her hot, sweet nectar. He whimpered atop her, humping her through his climax, but her spurting on him seemed to be a major turn-on and after only a few strokes he was cumming again, yelping under his breath at the post-coital soreness already setting in. He practically fell off her back, zonked out and dribbling cum all over his belly, trying to catch his breath.

"So much for restraint..." his brother teased.

"Duuuuuude...tha wazz...so fuggin hawt..." he drawled between breaths.

Cynder rolled onto her side, catching her breath too and purring. "That was amazing..." She craned her neck back to glance at the elder of the two. "I suppose I should've caught your names before all this, but now's as good a time as any."

"I'm Berylsythe."

"And... I'm Thraklor."

Cynder nodded and smiled softly. "Like the Guardians of old."

"Exactly. Parents named us after Guardians hoping the ancestors would bless us with their strength and wit." While his brother remained panting on the floor with jelly limbs, Berylsythe moved over and started kneading Cynder gently, getting her to purr louder. "I have to admit, this was a fun payment, my lady."

"Mmmmm...you can call me Cynder."

"Perhaps in private like this then."

"Are either of you mated, by the way?"

"Not yet..." Thraklor responded with a sad sigh, getting up and stretching his wings. "I want to, but my girlfriend doesn't want to move 'too fast'."

"They've only been together a month," Berylsythe added.

"Well, there's that but her desire is...a few years. How...how long did you and Spyro know each other?"

Cynder shrugged. "I'm not sure about the length of time, really. I lost track of time while staying at the Temple after Spyro rescued me." She looked away and sighed heavily at those dark memories of being hated and distrusted. "After the Eternal Night, I think we were together for a few months bound by that magic necklace. Could've been a few weeks, I don't know. It all happened so fast." Glancing back at the older brother, she added "What about you?"

"Hooked up with my cousin for a few years, but she found another guy. I'm still looking."

Thraklor moved over, staring at Cynder's dripping snatch. She giggled and spread her legs for him. "Wanna taste?"

"Yes please..." he practically squeaked, nosing in at her slightly swollen labia and huffing against her scales. Cynder moaned softly at the hot blast of breath, her toes curling. He started lapping eagerly at her nethers, practically making out with her just like Spyro loved to do.

"Apologies, he gets really hyped up for sex..." Berylsythe muttered, but Cynder shook her head.

"Mmmmph- that feels so good..." She purred and squirmed, huffing already as the pleasure of his tongue exploring her vaginal folds gripped at her core. "Seems someone likes it when girls gush..."

He blushed heavily, his facial scales darkening. "It's so freaking hot when they do..." he mumbled against her, then plunged his tongue into her, making her gasp and arch her back a bit, clenching on him and lightly grinding her lips against his muzzle. "You said every drop in you?"

"Mhm!"

"May I? I'm sorry, I feel like if you squirt again I might..."

She spread her legs wider in invitation. "Please!"

Straddling her tail, he slipped the fat tip of his cock around a few times, grinding along her slick scales until he finally popped in, making her squeal softly in delight. Leaning down he started to lick at her belly, awkwardly reaching her slit with his tongue, gripping her hips with his paws to roll his hips into her. Cynder squirmed and humped on him, huffing in pleasure, her toes curling repeatedly. Tonguing her clit feverishly, he did his best to get her off again, and it worked quite well - in almost no time the black dragoness was a whimpering puddle of bliss rocking her hips against him, then all at once she cried out and arched up off the floor, legs quaking, her juices showering his front and splattering all over in heady waves with every rippling clench of her insides. Thraklor spluttered, his face getting drenched by the first blast, and his cock surged inside her and he whined as he came harder than earlier, Cynder able to feel the forceful spurts of his seed. Gasping for breath, the poor boy could only sit there over her tail, trying to reorient himself from cumming so hard. FInally he pulled back and flopped on the floor again with a groan. "Woooowww..."

She purred and stretched her legs and tail, Berylsythe moving to hide his erection from her but failing. She giggled and stood up to present her ass to him again. "Need another load off?"

"I shouldn't...but..." With a shrug of his wings he mounted her again and she purred, curling her tail around his and using a curve of it to stroke at his balls while he lined up. A soft groan escaped them both as he hilted up under her tail and she clenched on his length. "I can't help but wonder if this is just the one time..."

"Mmmm...with how good this feels, I wouldn't mind some later romps..." she churred, stroking his balls gently. He settled into a slow but firm thrusting pace, stroking her insides with his penile nubs. Thraklor moved in beside her and nuzzled under her belly, seeking out her sweet mound, Cynder cooing out with a doofy grin of bliss when his tongue found her folds again and he started lapping at her diligently.

Cynder let the two ravish her body, purring heavily and moaning in bliss. Ember was right - it was oddly freeing and fun to just casually have sex like this. Maybe this exposure might cure these two as well? It was something she'd have to run past the Matrons later. For now, all that mattered was the pleasure under her tail and throbbing in her core. Berylsythe was giving her slow, long strokes with his cock, and Thraklor was apparently trying to get her to gush all over again...and it was working too well. She whimpered and quivered between them on the brink of pleasure, the naughty younger brother digging his tongue into her to find her g-spot and then poking at it rapidly, setting her off with a loud wail and a gout of fire from her throat as she seized up and came hard, her juices becoming a short-lived fountain over his face and into his mouth, Berylsythe groaning over her as her ass squeezed and rippled all around his shaft, his balls bearing up to his sheath and his hot cream filling her. Coming down from her orgasmic high, she panted, trying to catch her breath, and smelled a load of cum nearby - Thraklor had, indeed, creamed himself just from getting her juices to be a waterfall over him. He fell back with a low groan of bliss, his brother decidedly slower and more sensual in his dismount, kneading Cynder's shoulders and back. She purred in thanks and gasped when his thick tip popped free from her rear.

"Well, I see the rooms are getting their intended use," came a voice behind them, all three turning to find the Matron sisters watching them. "If you don't mind, you two, we'd like to collect some samples from you later when you've had time to recover."

"Ow...yeah...my balls hurt now..." Thraklor winced, rubbing his groin lightly.

"All three of you get cleaned up please, you two have been called for something, and Cynder, we need you to come with us for a moment for a checkup."

"We're not...in trouble for this are we?"

"No, quite the contrary in fact if theories hold true. No, you just have duties to attend at the moment."

"What's she mean?" Berylsythe asked, turning to Cynder.

"Probably that sexual exposure to me miiiight have some sort of...recovery effect for you boys."

After some quick cleanup, Cynder giggled as she watched the boys saunter off with a bit more of a spring in their step. The older sister had stayed with her. "So, dear, what brought that on?"

"Bit of a...spur of the moment, I guess. I was gonna head back to the Temple but found them guarding the gate, we got talking and...I guess I wanted to thank them for their work in keeping me and my eggs safe." She opened her incubator strapped to her chest and nuzzled at the eggs again. "I can't wait to see them..."

"There is a theory we are working on," she explained as she led Cynder back down through the halls, "it sounds like nonsense at first but circumstances being what they are..."

"Hehe...cir'cum'stances..."

The older dragoness snickered. "Indeed. And actually, perhaps literal. You see, one of our apprentices had the wild idea that if Spyro's copious ejaculations would be better suited to mass impregnation...would your volume of female ejaculate perhaps be a complement? Could that be the key to revitalizing the males?"

She blushed furiously at that. "Wait...so..."

"Yes, and I saw how much you covered young Thraklor there. Quite fortuitous how that happened. Not only was he exposed to you sexually, he was almost drenched all over his body and even consumed your fluids. If there is a change to be seen, he's a prime candidate to showcase an example. And, of course, we will need you to...repeat this... 'experiment'."

She couldn't help a shy but excited giggle at the prospect. "Well...I did tell them I'd be up for more fun at a later point..."

"In the interim, however, we need to check on your development. We did find some material yesterday that stated a Matriarch was shown to have certain telltale signs within her vaginal canal that were oddly reliable symptoms of her impregnation."

Her heart flipped in her chest - could they possibly tell if she was pregnant so soon? Was it something she could feel herself, maybe? "Did it...show up every time she was impregnated? I mean, no, wrong way to ask...was she a superovitating type?"

"Yes!"

The prospect made her giddy, and all the more eager for Spyro to return and fuck her full of eggs again...after this clutch, of course, if Flame had indeed taken.