All is Well.
#12 of Spyro's Growing Up.
Guess who's back? Back again? Kroqgar's back.....to write a story.
Wait.
I don't know what the f*ck is wrong with me for not having started writing this until now, but here goes. By the way, please do not mention the lateness of this comments, there is nothing you can do which will make me regret the time I took more than what I've already done.
Dawn. Spyro awoke on a bed of soft leaves, the morning sun spearing through his eyelids straight into his brain, and his hangover.
He tried to sit up, and realized he couldn't. Looking down, he saw Ember lying on top of him, in deep slumber. Having not actually had any alcohol last night (which he had not ever had any of), his hangover was purely from loud noise, the lateness of his sleep and how much food he ate, so he could remember clearly everything that had happened last night, and he knew that last night Ember and him had both decided that they were too exhausted for sex, and just settled for entwining themselves. Pretty much Ember's favorite place to be now was lying on top of Spyro's taut and muscular chest, with his arms and wings wrapped around her, holding her close.
Ember had no idea why, but she had had this strange feeling lately, this feeling that kept telling her to be close to Spyro, to make him happy and love him. Spyro, oddly enough, had the same feeling towards Ember. Stay close and love. This did not trouble them at all, as they had all the time in the world and no worries to do whatever they wished.
Two years ealier, when they were both sixteen, one year after they fought off Ripto, Gnasty Gnorc and Red all at once, Spyro had become something that Ember was actually scared of. After disappearing for a week and only leaving a note that said 'I'm ok, just need to think', Spyro had returned with a strange and not altogether good-natured gleam in his eyes.
He told Ember that night that he had been dormant for too long, and that enough was enough. He took it upon himself to hunt down, and not only defeat but destroy every villain, crony, gang leader and bad guy that had ever graced the realms. Ember let this sink in, Spyro was surprising her immensely. After a lot of thought she decided that it was for the best and said to Spyro she was ready to go. In return he had said 'No Ember, I do not want you to see this', and then he kissed her like it was their first time again, and was gone.
Noone alive knows what happened precisely, except that it was perhaps the most amazing and most disturbing thing they had ever heard of. Spyro had returned one day later, and Ember had asked him why he was back. He looked at her, and his eyes....his eyes were like deep wells. He said, 'It is done', and had walked into the cave. And as he walked off, Ember noticed that his feet did not just touch the ground, his feet must have sank an additional six inches every step because he was melting himself through solid rock. Only then did Ember realise just what lengths of power Spyro had, and that he had used everything he had to give his enemies their just rewards. He had flown the world over in one day, and had eliminated over six hundred million evil beings. The strangest thing was that noone actually saw anything, all that happened was a disturbance of the air, which created explosions as it went. Spyro went close to going mad that day, so much of himself he had given.
There had actually been a genuine fear in every informed person that day. What if Spyro himself had tapped some sort of evil? What if he had gone to all lengths to eliminate all the super villains, only to become one? Because noone could possibly do what he had that day, in cold blood, without some sort of evil in their heart.
However, those fears were put to rest when Ember announced to the world at large that Spyro was himself, and that her mate (and she had said this with obvious pride) was just that powerful. She had only known this when she had voiced her fears to him, and he had just burst out with tears of laughter. He had allowed her to look into his eyes and examine his soul, a skill they had gained through the sharing of their bonding fire, and only because he was a purple dragon. She had seen nothing but good, and that awed her.
Her mate was powerful enough to cross the world in a day, and eliminate six hundred and eighty two million, three hundred and thirty three thousand eight hundred and nine things along the way. 'Wow Ember', she had thought, 'you sure can pick 'em.'
And so today there was only good in the world, and through careful thought, like Ember, the world had decided that what Spyro had done needed to be done.
As for the hangover? Last night they had celebrated both Spyro and Ember's eighteenth birthday, which, by amazing coincidence (or perhaps something more?) were on the same day. Spyro was feeling enough pain now, he was wondering how the grog-plied Hunter was feeling after he was carried home by Bianca.
At the forefront of Spyro's mind was a question he had woken up to everyday for two years. Is it right today? And for once, his thought was not 'No, today isn't that right day', his thought was 'Well, it might be, lets be ready'.
Ironically, Spyro's favorite thing to do was just to sit back and relax, so he just lay there for around forty minutes, until he felt Ember stir on his chest. He loved watching her wake up. First, he felt rather than saw her mind start up, and then he saw her move, ever-so-slightly on top of him, until her arms were wrapped around him. Deciding to be a little evil this morning, Spyro craned his neck down and blew softly into Ember's ear. That woke her up.
With an almighty yell, she started violently on top of him, and she wondered what the hell just happened. Then she saw him laughing, and raised a hand slowly to her ear, before clenching that same hand into a fist and punching him in the arm. Spyro barely felt it, but then again she had just woken up.
As they lay there, wrapped in the others grasp and staring into the others eyes, they were content. They loved each other and they knew it. Eventually Ember's stomach growled, and Spyro, taking his cue, slowly shifted her off him and got up to go hunt some breakfast, usually a sheep.
After he had come back and they had ate, they drifted out into the forest for a walk, as they both still kept themselves in peak shape. However, as they came to the spring and ducked their heads for a drink, fate was to throw them a doozy.
Ember, as the more sexually craven of the two, often initiated the act, although Spyro never exactly turned her down. After all he was an eighteen year old dragon, and therefore subject to his fair share of horny-ness.
As they stood, side-by-side, drinking, Ember slowly moved her head sideways. Eventually instead of dipping her tongue into the water, she was slowly drawing it across Spyro's cheek. Spyro pretended to not notice, and continued drinking.
She had moved now, and had her body pushed up against Spyro's, tail to snout. As she nuzzled her snout into his neck, he let out a sigh of contentment. Life was good.
She continued her licking, and raised her forepaw to slowly caress and scratch his chest. As she entwined her tail with his, she chanced a glance downwards. He was very swollen. Good.
Slowly, she raised the paw she was scratching him with, until it rested on his back. Raising one of her back legs as well, she then proceeded to pull herself on top of him, so that she was lying down on his still standing form. She grinned. She had wanted to attempt this move for a while.
She drew back her tail, and slowly slid it underneath him, to caress his sheath. Groaning, Spyro let her have her way, all his attention was focused on keeping himself standing. However he still managed to have enough control to hold back himself-he wanted this to last.
Ember, however, wanted him to release, so she almost violently rubbed her tail over his sheath, but to no avail. Coming up with an idea, she reached her front legs around, until they were around him. Slowly, she rubbed and massaged his chest, tickling the scales with her claws and enjoying the feeling of the iron hard muscles quivering under her touch. Eventually though, this bored her, and she out and out scratched him, drawing her claws roughly across his scales. This mixture of pain and pleasure made Spyro gasp, and his knees quiver. Uselessly, he tried to hold himself back, but sprung free anyway.
Giggling, Ember craned herself down to watch. She loved watching his dragonhood emerge. Slowly, oh-so-slowly, strings of pre-cum falling of it, it gloriously emerged from his sheath. Back to her original intentions, she reached her tail down and wrapped it around his dragonhood. She then proceeded to slowly jack him off, pumping her tail up and down his rod very slowly.
After a couple of minutes, she began to speed up, until her tail was a pink blur moving over his erect pole. Spyro was only dragon, so soon after began to lose himself. It started with him shuddering, and then he said to her 'Ember....I'm...I'm almost there...' and she sped up even further. Not being able to take it anymore, Spyro let loose an earth-shattering roar, and let himself go. Amazingly, even as his seed shot out from under him to plaster itself all over the grass, into the water and onto his chest, he managed to stay standing.
Ember slid herself off him, and he flopped onto the grass. Walking over to him until she was straddling him, she lowered her head and proceeded to lick all of his seed off of his chest, eliciting sharp moans from Spyro. However, even after he had came as much as he did, he was still not finished. He had felt Ember's liquids pooling on his lower back, after they had leaked out of her, and he could smell her arousal. He was going to please his woman.
Using pure draconic energy, he managed to keep himself aroused. Ember had dismissed him as finished, so you can imagine her surprise when he flipped her onto her back and thrust into her, hilting himself in one go. She let out a cry of surprise followed by a moan of pure pleasure.
What followed next was an example of their love. Spyro used all his knowledge of sex to bring Ember over the edge with him as blissfully as possible, without a thought for his own pleasure. He thrust into her, their tongues dancing within the others mouth, Ember's legs locked around his waist meeting him thrust for thrust, her arms holding his head close.
Ember, however, was purposely holding back, as since Spyro had made the effort to keep erect, she wanted them to finish simultaneously. So, when she called out in about five minutes 'Uh...Spyro I'm...ah...I'm coming...oh by Eternia...' he responded with 'Oh Ember, me too!'
As they sealed their lips to let their white hot flames coalesce, they finished within each other. Spyro's quantity this time was much below the norm, but because for him this was round two it was understandable. Ember however, from her prolonged arousal, was actually leaking out of herself, as she could not contain anymore of her liquid, so much she had produced. They both collapsed onto the ground and promptly passed out, they had given their all and were exhausted.
When they awoke, it was the afternoon, and the sun was setting. As the cliffs overlooking the sea were close, they both walked out there and watched the sunset. It was a magnificent sight. A big flaming ball of...well, fire, blazing its way across the sky. They cuddled up and watched. It was very romantic.
The little voice of thought in Spyro's head then suddenly said 'Now's the time, big purple buddy, do it.'
'Ember.'
He had said this with a strange tone, and she knew something was up. She looked up into his face and locked her eyes with his.
'What's up Spyro?'
He shifted her off of him, and reached behind him. When he drew his paw back it was closed-he was holding something. He asked her to extend her paw, and she did. He then dropped three items into it. A link off of a chain, a gem and a piece of metal.
'That bit of chain is from Ripto's cloak,' said Spyro, looking her straight in the eye,' that jewel was part of Red's staff, and that other bit is from Gnasty Gnorc's mace. Please Ember, close your paw.'
Never looking from his eyes, she closed her paw, and extended it to him. He leaned down, and blew a soft and caressing tongue of flame over it, only slightly warming her paw though she felt the metals within moving.
After a time he withdrew his head and asked her to open her paw. She did, and inside was a beautiful ring. The band was made of the metal from Gnasty Gnorc's mace and the gem was held in place by the link of chain.
'Ember.'
She looked up into his eyes, tears falling from her own.
'Will you marry me?'