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Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse

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CHAPTER 25

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Despite attempts to keep things quiet, word spread like wildfire across the little Temple-shadowed hamlet that the legendary Purple Dragon was about to start personally breeding. Flame's studding duties had helped tide over at least some of the panic regarding their futures, but to be personally knocked up by the world savior? Needless to say, every waiting girl - and quite a few already with egg - were all trying to line up to be first.

To address this, the Matrons already had a list...of sorts. A lottery would be drawn daily in the morning depending on Spyro's needs for the day, and the applicants in the morning lotteries were selected from a list devised by the old ladies and their research crew. It wasn't just about getting them egged up, there were other factors they wished to track through the project as well. Spyro and Cynder opted out of knowing about it all, Spyro just wanted to get the job done as soon as possible now that they'd spent so much time with the issue and every day was another chance that a potential mother might die from whatever life decided to throw at them.

He was still anxious and nervous. Cynder was camped out in their new underground home, getting things set up the way she wanted, while he was up top in the antechamber surrounded by closed doors to the breeding rooms. Outside, he heard the lottery winners of the day giggling and squealing to themselves. The wait was intentional - his girdle was off, and Cynder had gotten him quite heavily aroused. He couldn't smell it of course, but he heard the telltale vocal changes already, the girls outside being forced into heat by his Patriarch pheromones. Most of them were shocked by the suddenness, but they were all eager to have the hero of their age claim their wombs.

Five girls, all about his age apparently. An easier way to start out.

He squirmed and sighed. How much longer did he have to wait? At this rate he was about to lose interest and just go plow Cynder senseless. At that moment, one of the Matron sisters peeked in from the side hall. "This way, please. We'll let them choose their rooms, then you may start."

It was a bit awkward walking with such a raging erection, but he managed it, the door closing behind him. "You can collect my cum but not these...pheromones?"

"Sadly not. We would love to find a way to do so, but none have worked thus far."

"You've...already been trying?" That felt incredibly awkward.

"Indeed, dear. A pseudo-estrus response is incredibly helpful for our work."

"Guess I shouldn't ask more. How long until they're ready? I just wanna get back to Cynder."

"Not long, dear. In fact..." She pushed the door open and went to the foyer. "Seems you're good to go. They're ready."

"Alright..." He felt butterflies in his gut. Breaking the ice with another girl he barely knew was...not among his strong suits. With a deep breath, he stood at the first door. Perhaps that breath was a blessing, or a curse, it was laden with heat and he felt a surge of arousal rip through him, his cock slapping his belly and spurting a thick dollop of pre. "Ugh..." he groaned, shaking his head. It was different from Cynder's aroma, but how so, he couldn't quite place it. Not that he wanted to focus on that right now. Nudging the door open, he blushed at the sight of a fiery yellow and orange girl who could've been related to Ignitus by her flowy crests. She was smiling shyly from behind her wing, apparently thoroughly embarrassed by the whole setup.

"H-hi..." she squeaked.

"Erm, hello..." Pulling the door shut with his tail, he paused and blanked out, feeling like he should say something, but having no idea what to say. "So...um."

"Are you...really gonna give me eggs?" she whispered.

"That's the idea, yeah. Are you...ready?"

"N-no...I've...only been with my dad..."

"We can go as slow as you need."

Unfurling herself from her wing, she stood up on the plush pillows and blankets, hiking her tail and crouching, giving him a tantalizing view of her undertail already dribbling with her need. There were a few sticky streaks of white, no doubt from her father earlier that morning. "L-like this?"

"However is most comfortable for you?"

"I like it like this..." She wiggled her hips, swaying at him, biting her lip with anxiety. "H-how many eggs will there be?"

"I honestly don't know yet, we're still figuring it all out...but it should be more than average, if the Matrons are right."

"Please...I need eggs...so badly..."

Coming up behind her, Spyro couldn't help inhaling the potent mix of her juices and her heat, her netherlips swollen and soft and practically begging to be spread around his malehood. She finally caught a glimpse of his size and squeaked in shock. "What?"

"Is...is that really your penis??"

"Um...yeah."

"How is it so long??"

"Dunno, it just...grew like this."

"I-i-is it gonna hurt?"

"It shouldn't...not too much? The other girls that took it didn't have much problem."

She glanced up at him and his pulse chilled - it was the same look of terror Cynder sometimes had when she was relapsing. "I-I...I'm sorry I don't think I can do this!" she squeaked, edging away from him.

"Hey...I'm not here to hurt you."

She curled up and whined, shaking a little. "N-no..."

Not sure how to approach this, he gulped and moved back, giving her some space. "Um...do you...want me to leave then?" Not getting a response, he opened the door slowly and edged out, finding one of the old ladies ready to interview and examine the girls.

"That was quick...everything okay dear?"

"She...had second thoughts."

"Oh dear...yes, I was afraid of that. I'll go have a word with her. You may move to the next room if you are still up for it."

He was a bit torn between the disappointment and that fear in her eyes defusing his arousal, and not wanting to disappoint the other girls waiting for him. Nudging the second door open, he found a pink and peach dragoness squirming on her back with her toes mashed against her mound, masturbating furiously, her head flopped back so far over the edge of the pillows he couldn't see her face. Panting and moaning, she arched up, her legs shaking and her snatch dribbling all over her tail. He gulped, transfixed by the sight, his cock straining against his belly with renewed vigor at the sound of her pleasure and the intensity of her heat saturating the air. She glanced up along herself, eyes glazed and half-lidded, barely registering her environment. He knew that look from Ember's intense estrus months ago. Finally she spotted him and flinched, then cried out as she came, her whole body quaking and her wings flaring under her, hips bucking with each clench of her nethers. She didn't gush obscenely like Cynder, but she was dripping everywhere. "H-h-holy Tiamat..." she whined, panting heavily in afterglow.

"Um...hello...?"

"S-sorry...I couldn't...I need it...what's going on with me?" she huffed in mixed euphoria and post-climax clarity.

"So...they explained that I'm a Patriarch right?"

"Yeah...and that you...that you...hfff...cum a lot..."

"Yeah well...yeah. Turns out I can also make girls nearby go into intense heat on demand."

"But I was in heat last week!"

"Yeah...like I said. On demand. Apparently I've made girls go into heat week after week without realizing it."

"Fuuuuck..."

"Are you ready for eggs?"

"Yes!!" she yipped, spreading her legs wider for him with a huge grin. "My boyfriend and I have been trying for ages! Please, I need eggs!"

"Which way would be most comfortable for you?" he asked, angling himself to give her a better view of his shaft pulsing against his belly. Her eyes widened.

"Holy- Is that real??"

"Yep."

Her eyes rolled back and she moaned lewdly, then gasped as she started climaxing again, Spyro staring in confused arousal. She hid her face in her paws with a squeaky moan. "Please...help me...I need it so much..."

"Alright."

Shuffling over, he straddled her body and she panted with excitement, squeaking in surprise when he flopped his penis along her belly and rested his balls against her mound, letting her feel them. Her paws stroked what she could reach of his length, feeling him throb at her hesitant touch. "Holy Tiamat it's real..." Holding his sides she pulled on him to make him step forward, the horny girl nuzzling all over his shaft with an unusually slutty moan until his balls were against her nose. Holding them with her paws, she did the Cynder thing and buried her face against them, huffing his wonderful scent and quaking all over under him as she almost climaxed again. "Your nuts are so big..." she whispered against his sack, licking the scaly valley between his orbs. "Fuck Cynder is so lucky...I could worship these all day..."

"Don't have time for that, sadly," he gently urged as he pulled back, feeling a little odd about that kind of statement. "Are you comfortable on your back like this?"

Rolling under him, she laid on her side and blushed up at him with a shy, panting grin. "Like this..."

Stepping back more, he teased under her tail with his tapered, bump-crowned prepuce, his partner wiggling eagerly, then she moaned out and her limbs vibrated a bit as he penetrated her, his soft urethral barbs making her pussy flutter around him as each one popped into her tight wet grip. She was so hot and tight inside! Giving teasing thrusts, he slowly worked his way deeper and deeper, the pink girl moaning softly, craning her neck to watch that impressive length gradually disappear into her body. "Okay so far?"

"Y-yeah...fuck... there's so much penis..." she whispered. "And it's all going in me..."

By now he had half his length in her and she gasped and lurched when his tip touched her cervix "You okay?"

"Wh-what was that? I've never felt this before!"

"That's your cervix. The...um. Entrance to your uterus."

"Holy fuck..." she whimpered. "It hurts...but it feels good..."

"It'll feel much better soon." Sawing his hips, he let her adjust to having something so deep, pressing more and more against that tight barrier. With another flinching gasp she bucked back against him involuntarily when his tip popped in and a few of his ridges strokes along that ring of muscle.

"It...no way...it's in?!"

"Yep. Now for the rest."

"It's not gonna fit-" she squeaked, then moaned out and arched against him as he slowly but steadily pushed in. She watched in awestruck fascination and disbelief as a prominent bulge pressed her belly out and stopped just under her ribs as his sheath kissed her labial scales, his hefty testicles churning against her tail. Groping that bulge with her paws, she shuddered as she felt a responding lurch along his whole length now buried in her. "N...No fucking way..."

With that he started to thrust, his urge to breed getting too strong to ignore. Within only a few thrusts she peaked again with a shaky moan, her insides tightly fluttering around his generous maleness. Her paws couldn't stop groping and stroking that bulge of his penis in her belly, making him growl with lust. "Getting close already..." he huffed. Her earlier displays and him getting her ready for his length had his loins on edge.

"Yes yes yes please cum in me!" she begged. "Please cum please cum I need eggs!"

Her small yips of "yes" every time their hips met finally broke his reserve. With a low roar of conquest he slammed his hips up into her and she cried out in bliss as she felt that first glorious hot rope of seed warm her abused womb, her paws still groping him through herself and feeling his dick surge with each heavy gush of life-giving cream. The growing warmth and the sensation of him pulsing in her depths sent her over her edge once more, quaking and moaning under him and humping with short, erratic thrusts as her body was assaulted with ecstasy. After a short while she realized he was still ejaculating in her, her belly getting bigger and rounder under her paws.

"This...hf...this can't be real..."

"Hhhhrrrr..." Spyro growled out in pleasure as his orgasm slowly dwindled, letting his shaft throb inside her for a bit longer before pulling out slowly. She squealed softly when his tip left her cervix, squirming as all his details rubbed along her oversensitive passage and then finally slurped free with a small gush of leftover cream.

"Up here?" she panted, licking her lips. He shuffled forward again and she gave a lustful moan as she suckled on his tip, cleaning him off and sampling his seed. "Yum..."

"Do all girls like cum like this?" he asked half-jokingly.

"Yep!" she answered, nuzzling his length. Flopping back on the pillows under her, she explored the swell of her belly, giving a few testing squeezes against the warm pudge of cum. "Woooow...this is...amazing..."

Leaving her to it, he made his way back out and to the next room. To his surprise, one of the Matron triplets was there, as well as the first girl from earlier and his third target. "Ah...good timing. I shall go tend to her now. I think we're ready here." Edging out, the older lady excused herself. By the look of them, these two were sisters, the first girl whimpering softly while her companion tried to soothe her.

"It's okay, he's not gonna hurt you."

"Sorry if I'm...intruding, um..." He felt super awkward now.

"No, you're fine, you're why we're here. She's..." Fanning herself with her wing, she sighed softly. "She's deathly afraid of pain. Probably oversensitive. Our dad did his best to help her get used to sex, but new things scare her easily."

"...Will she be okay becoming a mother?"

"That's...unknown, right now. Sorry for the trouble. But if you want..." Lifting her hips, she wiggled her rear at him, lifting her tail and blushing. Giving a small smile, he moved forward and held her hips, lightly hotdogging his cock between her labial folds and teasing her clit with his upper ridges. She squealed under her breath and humped against him eagerly. "Ooooohhh yeeeaaah that feels good..." she crooned, then bit her lip as he pulled back, moaning softly when his tapered tip slid into her tight nethers. He could feel her sister watching keenly. Stepping forward he started lightly rocking his hips, letting her feel the first few inches gliding into her wetness. "The Purple Hero is on my back and his penis is in me..." she mumbled under her breath, shuddering with glee. "Holy ancestors..."

"And I'm about to put a bunch of eggs in you..." he whispered, slowly but steadily pressing in deeper and deeper, until his tip kissed her cervix and made her squirm at the unusual sensation. "Almost in..."

Glancing under herself, her eyes widened at him not even being halfway into her body yet. "There's no way...has anyone gotten it all in?!"

"Everyone I've had sex with so far," he replied, bucking and pressing his tip against that entrance to her most sacred chamber. With a loud yelp from her, he breached and sank in a few inches, that tight ring of muscle milking his girth already. With a few more thrusts he started bulging her belly, her sister gasping in shock.

"Wh-what-"

Reaching up, the blue dragoness pawed at her belly, groping his tip and staring at her belly in awe. Spyro figured he'd have to get used to this reaction. Finally his sheath kissed her netherlips and her belly bulged out quite a bit around him. "H-how does it...not hurt...it feels so good..." she mewled out, already fighting not to cum. Another set of paws started tentatively exploring it too, both girls groping him through her belly.

"A-are you okay??"

"Yeah! It's...it's incredible!"

With that he held her hips and started lightly thrusting, letting them feel his tip shifting in her stretched womb under her scales. She arched her neck back to blindly nuzzle against him, moaning happily to the ceiling, her insides hot and wet around him. She was definitely in heat. The way her tight tunnel fluttered around his length with each thrust was heavenly, and quite similar to Cynder when she was super worked up. That second set of paws moved down her sister's belly to cup and grope his heavy balls. "Ancestors his balls are so heavy!"

"Heavy with enough seed to give both of you eggs," he growled softly. His partner's wings shivered with lustful desire.

"Yessss...I need eggs! Daddy's been trying so hard...please...I need it! I wanna be a mother!" Tears were rolling down her face. Her breath shuddered the same way Cynder's did when she was crying.

It made his gut clench with sympathy. So many hopeful girls deprived of their biological need, their dream. Both the girls were sniffling with the proximity of that deep-seated desire finally becoming reality. "Gonna cum already..." he grunted, feeling his balls starting to tense up.

"Cuuuuummmm~" she gurgled out, her moan fading into a shudder across her body and then a yelp of ecstasy as she reached her own peak, her insides milking his turgid girth desperately. A desperation he was getting rather well acquainted with, and was equally well equipped to relieve. Giving her a few more short deep thrusts, he hilted up in her hard enough to make her stumble forward onto her sister, gritting his teeth and jetting small streams of fire between them, his tail jerking with each strong lurch of his loins. She wept with pleasure and relief against her sibling, the two clinging together while her belly swelled with each delicious pulse of life-giving warmth. Panting lightly, his penis still hard and ready, he slowly eased out of her, leaving her a panting happy mess, her paws rubbing her belly as he presented himself to the other girl.

"You ready?" he asked gruffly with the surge of hormones.

Her hesitation from before was almost gone, only her shyness in the way, her wings gathered across her face and leaving just a bare peephole to peek at him while she laid on her back and spread her legs. Licking his lips, he leaned down to nuzzle at her heated, puffy netherlips, drawing his tongue across her folds and getting a good dose of her estrus, his cock surging and spurting pre across her tail. She flinched and moaned loudly, arching up against his face. With how wet and slick she was, he growled into her and then stood over her, grinding his urethral barbs against her slit and clit, making her gasp and shiver and jerk under him each time her little button was flicked against the fleshy nubs. After a few strokes he pulled back and then slipped into her and walked himself forward, the Patriarch tendency in him leading to a single slow, deep thrust that nudged her cervix open around his tip, the yellow dragoness crying out and cumming from the unusual sensation even while he glided into her body and started bulging her just like the other girls. Her sister stared in awe as his tip made a significant lump in those lithe gilded belly plates, then withdrew and reappeared when he started humping against her.

"F-f-fuuuuuuck..." she whispered, arching up off the floor against the purple male, legs and wings shuddering as she fought not to climax again so quickly, but it was a losing battle.

"That's it...cum for me," he commanded, his voice deep and husky, "get those eggs ready for my seed..."

She couldn't help it. His ridges, his barbs, his sheer length, the completely alien pleasure of him so deep in her body, she was a melting mess of orgasm under him in just a few strokes, moaning and gasping for breath, her sister nuzzling at her neck and holding her paw. "Hahhh...hah...t-too much...so good...but too much!" she squeaked.

"Too much?"

"Sl-slow...slow down..."

He growled with irritation but slowed his thrusting to a gentle deep see-saw motion, the fiery girl panting heavily and wincing. Her sister kissed her cheek and then smiled up at him meekly. "Yeah...sorry about that...she gets oversensitive..."

He was torn between wanting so badly to cum and fill her up, or cave in and just keep lightly stroking his hips. The Patriarch wanted to breed. Spyro wanted her to be pleasured.

He didn't like the dichotomy.

That was enough for now to force the breeder aside and calm himself down.

Huffing and squirming under him, she tried to calm herself down too, whining with need, bucking into his slow, steady thrusts, her tight cunny practically slurping on his male meat. Without warning she arched up with a whimpering cry, her body jerking and vibrating repeatedly as she came again, dribbling all over his length in climactic bliss. With all the stimulation, that proved to be enough for him, the purple dragon groaning and thrusting deep to unload in her womb. She squealed and gasped, breathless and a bit dizzy as her body gave in and peaked yet again with all that wonderful hot warmth flooding her core and swelling her belly, perhaps even a tad more than her sister had gotten. They both fondled her huge, squishy middle while he pulled out.

"You two okay now?"

They both nodded, unable to pull their attention away from their bellies already looking ready to lay a clutch of five. Taking his leave, he staggered a bit after the door closed. One of the Matron sisters was there with a big bowl of water ready for him. "Were you able to serve her?"

"Yeah," he rasped, then practically dunked his head into the water, taking huge gulps. Coming back up for air he coughed and spluttered, shaking the water off. "Ugh...feels drier here than at home, Cynder's run me through worse and I wasn't this drained."

"It's a bit dry here yes. We're working on getting some humidifier panels and tanks over the air circulation vents. Drink up as much as you need, hun. Do you need a break?"

"Two more, right?"

"Yes."

"Think I'm good...at least one more."

"Alright. Do let me know if you need anything else."

Behind the fourth door was an electrical girl of pale stormy blue with brilliant yellow jagged forks of scale stippling across her body radiating from her shoulders. Gray membranes at her joints faded to a mottled cloudy gunmetal blue towards the outer edges. "It's you!" she chirped happily, tail wagging quickly. "When they said our breeder was purple I knew it had to be!"

"Hey, haven't seen you in a few years." It was unexpectedly nice to see a familiar face, Spyro smiling at the memories. "Found your boyfriend?"

"Yes, thanks to you." She trotted up and nuzzled at his neck. "Did Flame find Ember?"

"Yeah. They're the first expecting other than Cynder."

"Lucky sonuvabitch," she grunted, rolling her eyes as she turned around, doing nothing to hide the fact that her tail was arched on instinct and left nothing to the imagination, her pussy drooling with thick strings of heady nectar connected to her inner thighs. "He was bragging he'd get her knocked up before I could with Aes. Guess he was right. But oh well, long as I get some eggs I'm happy. Though, I guess I could've just asked you when we met huh?"

"Guess so, though at the time I didn't know about this world impotence curse and me being a Patriarch and all that."

"Right..." Her smile faded. "We didn't really get a chance to talk after that rescue. Are you...holding up well? You seemed so stressed back then. ...Still seem it a bit now."

With a low rumble of exasperation, he nodded. "It's...been rough. Cynder and I just wanted a life of quiet, now I find our future is literally in my balls. One crisis to another and I'm the only one who can do anything about it. At least...until Cynder's Matriarch thing matures enough."

"She's a Matriarch?? Wow talk about fate!"

"I guess."

She turned around again and wiggled her haunches at him. "Hey, get on in here and we can chat while we fuck, yeah? Can't spend all day blabbing."

He couldn't help a chuckle at that and nodded, following her over to the plush pillows. Getting comfortable on her side she smiled shyly up at him, watching eagerly as his enormous shaft came closer. "It's...a bit to take, I know."

"That's a lot of dick!" she squeaked eagerly, shifting her upper leg to better expose herself to him. Those soft blue netherlips looked terribly inviting, an invitation he couldn't pass up now even if he wanted to. With a low moan from both of them he sank inside.

"So...Lonimba was it?"

"You remembered." She churred and gasped softly as more ridged popped into her tight wet grip. "It's a southwestern tribal name."

"Yeah. I gotta ask, your boyfriend is fine with this, right?" His tip nudged her cervix and she squirmed.

"Oof...what is this...?"

"Your cervix. Gonna have to get into your womb to fit the whole thing."

"You can do that?? Is it safe?"

"Haven't had a problem yet."

She pressed back eagerly against him and they both groaned out as his tapered bump-crowned tip sank home and started bulging her belly. "Hoooooooly shit that's...wow...that's so good.." she whimpered, huffing a little to keep herself level. "Wow...um...y-yeah he's fine with it...I was dating my cousin before him."

"Heh...everywhere I hear of family fucking each other."

"Not a lot of options when our numbers are this low."

"Fair point."

"Mmmmm..." she churred happily when he started to slowly thrust. "That feels amazing already..." Curling her tail around under his she searched a bit and then wrapped it around his hefty sac. "Didn't expect to see you grow such a pair either, though I guess that's metaphor turning literal from saving the world?"

"Heh...guess so. Cynder would like that analogy."

"We should get a dinner together, three of us while I'm here, I'm dying to meet the former Terror!"

"You are?"

"She freaking saved the world with you! How could I not?" He smiled and licked her cheek, making her giggle and blush. "Affectionate now are we?"

"Just...thank you. Cynder needs more strangers eager to meet her. I'll definitely hit you up after this for a dinner so you can meet her."

"Awesome~" she cooed, then shuddered and bucked against him as she reached a small but satisfying peak, her tight passage rippling around his length. "Mmmph...oooohh wow...h-how many eggs will I have?"

"No idea, honestly, Cynder had six our first clutch, Ember has four, I don't know how many the other girls have yet."

"I wanna have ten!"

Her enthusiasm was infectious, at least through her pussy, Spyro's cock surging powerfully inside her and making them both gasp at the rush of pleasure ripping through them, especially the rather voluminous shot of pre splashing against her walls. Her paw found that bulge and she groped him through herself, feeling him pulse and surge again at the extra stimulation. "How is this possible??"

"Dunno, Patriarch thing I guess, the Matrons haven't explained it to me either."

"Fuck...after I lay these eggs I'm coming straight back for more of this!"

The thought of breeding her again was rather enticing, but his own climax was welling up again. "Where did you settle after that trip?"

"Bit south of Warfang, didn't want the...mmmoooh yeah right there...didn't want the city hustle and bustle...gonna cum again..."

He reached down and rubbed her clit with his toepad, Lonimba gasping and bucking hard as her body exploded with ecstasy. She whined and gasped with every quake of her insides milking his length for his cream. "My turn..." he growled softly, hilting up into her and growling lowly, tail flagging and balls lurching repeatedly, her belly starting to swell under her paws. She watched breathlessly with rapt awe, feeling herself getting bigger and bigger, heavier with his essence until she looked ready to drop a large clutch herself. Nuzzling her neck, he sighed softly in afterglow. "Not gonna lie...was good to see you again."

"Charmer..." she giggled, licking his cheek and sighing happily. "Ancestors I didn't know this was even physically possible...this is incredible...Cynder's so lucky she gets to have you whenever she wants, I wish all guys could be like this..."

It was definitely an interesting idea...if the curse could perhaps change the males to be more like what he was now, would everyone be more satisfied? Shelving that thought, he licked her cheek again and then slid out slowly, letting her savor the sensation. When his tip popped free with a lewd squelch, she licked her lips and winked at him. Rolling his eyes with a smirk he straddled her, the electric dragoness cleaning his cock with a happy purr. "Seems every girl I meet is addicted to cum."

She kissed his tip and smiled shyly. "It's delicious and it's a wonderful intimate gift from one body to another. What's not to like? It's an affirmation we made each other feel good."

"I like that."

"Thanks...for helping us have eggs...guess now I get to be part of your save-the-world story, huh?"

"Yeah. If you wanna hang around after all this, either tonight or tomorrow we can go out and you can chat up Cynder while we eat."

"Yeah. I'm not leaving for a bit anyway, the Matrons want my help with something. See ya around." She shot him a wink as he left and he smiled back. Taking another sip of water, he watched the Matron head into the room to conduct whatever evaluation she was in charge of. He didn't really care for the details anymore. Too much sex on the brain already. Licking his lips, he sighed and rolled his shoulders, nosing into the next room.

"About time, sir," came a rather snooty voice and equally raised nose, the green earth girl adjusted her pince-nez gripping the broad scales of her muzzle bridge. She turned around and lifted her tail, hiding a fierce blush from how soaking wet she was. "Shouldn't leave a girl waiting."

The about-face in attitude from Lonimba to this girl left him rather blanked out. Internalizing his fierce desire to sigh out rudely, he forced an awkward grin. "Sorry for the wait."

"You will be if I don't have eggs within the next two minutes, my time is precious," she replied without turning her head to look at him. He afforded himself a weary eye-roll rather than the sigh welling up in his gut and moved forward towards her. "I simply must be at another appointment by the hour."

"I won't keep you long then." He stood up and gripped her hips and eased his tip into her. She remained silent, but her body betrayed her, he could feel how eager she was to be bred. If she wanted a fast job, he'd give it to her, easing his length into her with a somewhat faster press of his hips than with the other girls.

"What is that, some sort of toy?" she growled. "Get that out of me and put a real dick in me."

"That is my penis, ma'am," he growled back.

"Impossible, no one reaches that deep."

Something almost snapped in him, more of a powerful shove in his core. With a bit more gusto in his thrust he breached her cervix and she gasped out in shock, but he didn't stop until he bottomed out in her. "Did they tell you what to expect with me?" he asked by her ear, not giving her a chance to rebuke. "One, I'm a Patriarch, means my parts are bigger by default. And two," he started thrusting quickly into her, not leaving the tight grip of her uterine entrance, "I get this job done, so if you want to be at your other appointment you're gonna take every inch and get your belly swollen with cum."

Any retort she had was dead in her throat, coming up as practically involuntary moaning and panting and gasping. Despite her brusque attitude, she was a melted mess of orgasm just like the other girls, pawing at the floor and trying to catch her breath as climax after climax wracked her body from his fast and hard pace. Gritting his teeth, Spyro lunged up into her and growled, sending her front against the floor, the purple male rutting her down even as he came and started filling her belly. Heavy spurts gushed against her walls, the green dragoness almost blacking out from the intensity. Satisfied, he slowly pulled out of her, giving a few intermittent thrusts just to tease her until he slipped out, then he strode around to present his bits to her. She stared, panting and glassy-eyed at the sight of that "impossible" cock throbbing against his belly and dripping with both their juices, his huge balls dangling behind his sheath. "What..."

"Yeah. That was in you. Now get up and get ready or you'll miss your appointment."

"No...please...more...I need it back in me...please..."

"We can talk about that if you clean up your attitude." With that he walked out, heading into the side hall and groaning loudly, rubbing his face. "Exactly what I didn't want to happen..." he grumbled.

"Everything okay, dear?" He glanced back to see one of the old ladies watching him with concern.

"Last girl was a bitch. I don't...if they're gonna go all 'about time' impatient and bossy on me like that I don't want to deal with them."

"May I ask what happened?"

"I didn't even get into the room and she was all 'about time, shouldn't make a girl wait, i have an appointment in two minutes', just...ugh. So I gave it to her in two minutes but...just..." Pawing at his face, he shivered. "I feel like I used her...I don't...I don't want my kids conceived like that..."

"Mmm...Spyro, dear, let me tell you something." She reached up and pulled his paws from his face gently. "That's not what happened. Some girls get defensive and uppity when they're faced with something unusual. She was just as nervous as you were. You've seen two cases of what happens when someone gets nervous. One girl got scared and shied up...the other tried to be far more serious than she should've been. It's their way of whistling in the dark. Becoming a mother, much less from the savior of the world...it's daunting for many of them."

"But still I just...I should've been...but it feels like this Patriarch thing is...controlling me. I shouldn't have just...fucked her like I did, I should've been the better one and now I just feel petty..."

"For what it's worth, hun, she should've told you but that's how she prefers her sex. Rough and fast. So you gave her exactly what she wanted. This is why communication is key...and she was made well aware of this but she dropped the ball, sounds like. No need to work yourself up over it, hun."

"I'm scared..." he whispered. "I felt like...something was challenging me. From inside me. And I almost...I almost couldn't..."

"Shhhh, dear...let's get you down to Cynder, alright?"

Cynder purred, hips rocking back and her wings lightly fluttering to cool herself off, the younger brother eagerly humping away in her tight little tailhole. "Oooohhh yeah..." he groaned, huffing heavily. "I didn't think...mph...this guard assignment would be this...mmmf...this fun!"

"Two boys putting their lives on the line to protect me? I'd say you need more than just money payment for it," she replied. "Mmmmm...that feels so good...cum all you want~"

"Yessss ma'am..." he trilled, gripping her hips and fucking her harder. She smiled and winked at his older brother, the bigger male smirking and shaking his head.

"Perhaps next time, my lady," he replied, using the mace on his tailtip to lightly bunt against a wood frame, fitting pieces together.. "I'm still a bit...sore, from last night with my girlfriend."

"Awww. Something a health crystal can't fix?"

"Sadly no."

"Perhaps a testicle massage with my tongue?"

"I would love that but...a bit too sensitive right now."

"Awww okay." She pressed back as his little brother hilted up in her anus and moaned out loudly, his shaft pulsing in her tight grip. She purred again at the sensation of warmth spreading in her insides. "There you go..."

"C-can I...keep going?" he panted. "It feels too good to stop..."

"Of course!"

"We really should be getting back to the portal guard detail."

"Come on, dude, just a quickie?"

Cynder giggled. "Well, I kinda did invite this by telling him to cum all he wants."

"You'll have him glued to your ass for weeks."

"Maybe not a bad idea there," she teased, the younger dragon behind her throbbing mightily inside her and spraying pre. "He likes the thought."

"Of course he does. He's an ass fiend. When he and his girlfriend started fucking, she couldn't sit straight for weeks after that first night."

"Mmmnnngh!" came a low grunt behind her.

"Mmmm...that was fast," she churred, feeling him pulsing and shooting inside her again. He slipped out and panted, stumbling a little with a dopey grin of bliss.

"Duuuude...her ass is like heaven..."

"Alright, sober up and head upstairs, I'll meet you in a bit after I get this finished." Setting the shelving unit upright, he huffed and turned to the black dragoness. "Where would you like this?"

"Over here is fine," she replied, walking him over to the far wall where she had a little crystal display by the fresh water fountain gently burbling and trickling into a drinking basin. "Know where I can buy a spice cabinet?"

"Our dad takes custom orders," he replied, using his shoulder and wing to brace the unit and slide it across the floor into position. "There."

"Thanks. Can you get me in touch with him? I have a few ideas I'd like him to price."

"Sure thing." With his brother out of the room, he paused and sighed softly. "Actually...maybe...a little rub down there to take the edge off?" he asked, lifting his tail. Cynder licked her lips and giggled.

"Sure. Just let me know if it's too much." Ducking under his tail like she did with Spyro, she nosed softly around his sack, meeting no resistance. Tilting her head she purred lightly as she took his orbs into her mouth, curling her dexterous tongue around them and very lightly suckling on his jewels while her tongue rubbed slowly over their scaly pouch. She couldn't help a little smile when she heard him moan lowly in approval, feeling his penis dangle from his sheath against her cheek. She continued to love on his nuts, suckling and swirling her tongue on him, purring and lightly vibrating around them, until after a few minutes he tensed up. Slowing her ministrations, she eventually pulled off, giving each testicle a light kiss and then licking along his shaft. "Did that work?"

"That...was...really, really good," he hesitantly admitted. "Maybe...more next time?"

"Totally up to you!" she returned with a grin. "Better go meet your brother before he gets suspicious."

"Yeah. Thanks, Cynder." With a dip of his head he left the room, but held the door open as Spyro and the Matron sister entered. Cynder's smile flattened when she saw her mate looking distraught. "Oh no, what happened? Do I gotta shank a bitch?"

A stern look from the older lady told her it wasn't the time for jokes right now. "It's been a day for him already, dear. Why don't you show him around your second home here?"

"Yeah. Thanks. Um, could we get some mint and some berry juice?"

"Of course. I'll have it sent right down." She left and when the door closed, Cynder nuzzled her mate, the purple dragon turning to bury his face against her neck.

"Spyro...talk to me...what's wrong? What happened?"

"DunwannabeaPatriarch..." he mumbled against her.

"It wasn't all bad was it?"

He sighed out. "No...had five girls. First four were great...last one was really bitchy and it just..." He went silent and she moved to butt her forehead against his. His eyes looked hollow.

"Spyro...what happened?" she whispered.

"I felt...something." The way his voice dipped on that last word made her spine crawl. "I felt like I was losing control...and when she told me to 'take that toy out and put a real dick in'...I almost snapped. The last time I felt it...was...the Burned Lands..." he whimpered.

She didn't need him to elaborate. She could feel his fear...perhaps better than he could, she'd seen that flash of blackness, those eyes glowing white and angry with malice... "Spyro. Look at me." He did so, reluctantly, their eyes locking. "Did you tell the Matrons?"

"Yeah..."

"Alright. Let them sort this out, okay? Did you hurt anyone?"

"No..."

"Then there's nothing to worry about right now. Let them do their jobs and figure it out. I think you're overthinking again. You're not one to take bitchiness very well anymore, hun. Last time I got bitchy at you you did a 180 and got super grumpy too. Looked ready to chew me out."

"Yeah but..."

"No butts except mine. Your Patriarch thing seems to be coming out when you get really into something. It's just something that needs practice dealing with, that's all. It's new, and it's strong because it's tied to sex and you're a passionate lover. Just need to learn to work with it, like you learned to work with me."

He buried his face in her neck again and she left it at that, curling her wings forward to mantle around him. After a while of just holding there like that, he huffed against her scales. "Where're the eggs?"

Unfurling from him, she turned and hiked her tail in his face, giving him a whiff of her pussy in passing as she led him to the nest. It was a simple but cozy little circle of furs, hides, pillows, and some soft cottony clusters of giant feathers all balled up. Testing one against his paw, he found it to be quite plushy and springy. In the middle of the nest was a bright white furry blanket, which she lifted to reveal their brood in a hexagonal formation within a small circular donut pillow made specifically to keep them steady. "They've really gone above and beyond for us, I feel kinda bad really," she whispered, nosing at the beautiful colored shells. "I think I heard one squeak earlier!"

His heart leapt in his chest and against his mood he smiled, leaning in to nuzzle them with her. "Which one?"

"Dunno, but it was this quiet little chirpy noise and it was so freaking cute! But I haven't heard anything again so...I hope it wasn't my imagination."

"Ancestors, I hope not..."

She covered them back up, to his disappointment, then nuzzled at his chest and purred. "So...got any dinner plans?"

The mention of dinner made him snap up in realization. "Oh! Right! One of the girls today was a friend of mine from that rescue mission where I met Flame. She wants to meet you over dinner, you up for it?"

Cynder blinked at him in surprise. "You...serious? She actually wants to...meet me?"

"Yeah. Either tonight or tomorrow."

Now it was his turn to feel her. It felt like she was warring internally. A lot of doubt and insecurity. "I...I guess so?" she mumbled. Her wings tightened against her sides. Spyro licked her cheek gently and nuzzled at her.

"I'll be there too of course. Or are you hesitant because it's someone I've met before?"

"No...just...are you sure? She's not like...just saying it?"

"Nah. Lonimba is a good girl. She was one of the medics helping us treat everyone. I think you'll really like her, if you got along so well with Ember. She's not as sexually charged."

"Mmmm...alright, I'll give it a try."

"Lemme go let her know."

Before he could turn though, she butted her head against him. "Hey..."

"Hm?"

"Still got enough in the tank before dinner?"

He paused, then turned back to her and gave her a slow, deep kiss, purring deeply in his chest. "Cynder...you okay? Are you nervous that I've met a friend who is a girl?"

She balked at that, then sighed out. "A bit, I guess...I know it's irrational...it's just...it comes and goes and it's really irritating."

Kissing her again, he sighed lightly. "I love you and you're the first foremost girl in my life. Buuuut...if you need me to prove it to you..." He gently but forcibly tumbled her over, guiding her to the floor with his paws, Cynder squeaking and flailing a bit until he caught her and started grinding his hardening shaft against her belly. "How about I really prove it?" he whispered with a grin.

She stared at him for a few seconds, her mind flying, then she groaned out and went limp in his grasp in exasperation. "Spyro you are such an ass...okay, fine, stop calling me out and get in me."

"Mmm...you say it that way," he growled as he slid into her pussy, the black girl moaning out lewdly, "but are you sure that's what you actually mean?"

"Mmmmnnph..." she grunted, biting her lip at the pleasure of his ridges and barbs stroking her passage. His paw braced her hips, drawing her up against him as he buried himself to the sheath in her warm, deceptively eager body. Leaning in, he kissed her again, this time with mating passion as he started to slowly thrust, Cynder kissing back and moaning against his mouth with reluctant need.

"I did promise you a load after every breeding day, didn't I?" he whispered against her.

"This one doesn't count," she grunted. "Nor does the next one or the one after that."

"Then which one does?"

"When I say so," she mumbled, humping up against him. "Oooohhh fuck..."

"You're really worked up, what were you doing while I was out, hmmmm?"

Instead of answering, she trembled under him and arched up off the floor, bucking her hips and gushing all over his belly and crotch, quaking with the all-body crashing flood of pure bliss. The anal with her guard had felt really good, but she hadn't cum from it, and now it was all coming up at once as her mate lovingly fucked her into the floor, his tip rubbing against the eggs growing in her womb. Panting heavily as she came back down from her high, she went limp again, letting him rut her to his satisfaction while she recovered, still moaning under her breath at the continued pleasure. Wiggling against him, she rubbed his heavy orbs with thebase of her tail, cradling them against herself and keeping him fully hilted in her depths. Spyro set to just giving little wiggling grinding motions, not enough to thrust but just enough motion to keep them both pleasured. The door closed behind them and they glanced over to see a tall crystal jug of berry juice and a bowl of mint leaves ready for them. When had the door opened? Not letting it bother them, they turned back to each other, Spyro pressing his forehead to hers and Cynder blushing up at him and giving a shy smile. "Hi..." she whispered.

"Hi, sexy momma."

"Feeling better?"

"I should ask you."

Rubbing his cheeks and feeling the growing crests just behind his jaw hinge, she pulled him to another kiss, this time slow, her tongue carressing his. "I love you..." she mumbled into his mouth. He purred back and rested his paws on either side of her neck, bracing himself to start giving her deep, slow thrusts. "Can we just...go to dinner...like this? Your penis inside me? Just...keep cumming all we want while we eat?"

"Dunno. Depends on where we go. Wanna have her here...or wanna keep this place a secret?"

"Secret, please," she replied rather quickly. "The eggs..."

"Alright. But it's only fair I give her another load or two if I'm gonna stay buried in you the whole time. Would make talking awkward."

"Awkward enough being so round with your cum..." she remarked, then squirmed and moaned. "Gonna cum again..."

"A phrase I never tire of hearing from you," he churred back, then nibbled on her neck just under her jaw, making her lean back and purr loudly and shudder as she reached her sweet release again, wrapping her legs around his waist and clinging to him while she covered his belly and legs in her juices. "That's it hun...cum for me, keep cumming," he growled, lightly biting her. She shuddered and squealed at the nip, her body going overboard again, her mate smirking at milking another orgasm from her so quickly. "Can't wait for you to pop these eggs out so I can knock you up with an even bigger clutch than before..."

"Fuuuuuggghk..." she groaned out, quaking under him again and almost throwing him off in her throes of ecstasy, floating on Cloud 9 as waves of pleasure assaulted her body.

"So many little babies of ours...gonna have a huge family...all from your womb...you gonna let our sons breed you too? Keep you pregnant all year long? Laying eggs every day and replacing them right after with more fresh loads of cum?"

The black dragoness tried to reply but could only manage a strangled gurgling moan, almost turning into an arch herself against the floor as she crested her peak and then started humping erratically on autopilot. Having her tight tunnel stroking him so much finally sent him over his edge as well, the purple dragon gripping her tightly and lunging up into her depths, groaning out long and low while his loins throbbed and his shaft spurted powerfully in her belly, washing Flame's eggs with another load of warm cream to bask in. Huffing and gasping for breath, Cynder just laid there all zonked out for a while, her mate snuggling her close and washing her off while he caught his breath. Eventually she recovered enough to roll over and nestle into him, clinging tightly and purring loudly. "Fuggin hell...that was...so good..." she muttered under her breath.

"Just for you, my night sky." Rubbing her neck and back with his paws, he curled his wings around her. "You're my everything...thank you for being part of my life."

She just churred back and nuzzled against his chest, blushing and purring after that onslaught of carnal bliss. It took her a while to finally settle, but finally she sat up and gave him a little smile as she looked him over, laying next to her. Reaching back she lifted his hind leg to gaze appreciatively at his sheath and balls resting on his thigh. "Sometimes, Spyro...it still feels surreal. That you're mine. That we're mates. That we're...having a family. That I get to have this big dumb purple stud with me for the rest of my life."

"You know you love me."

"Yeah...I do..." she whispered with a larger smile, then leaned down to nuzzle at his neck once more. Huffing against his scales, she nosed all over on him. "Mine...my big handsome Spyro..."

His paw fondled her gravid swell while he let her have her moment. Her stomach growled loudly out of nowhere and she flinched, then coughed to regain her composure while he got up. "Sounds like you want something to top you off after all that exercise. C'mon. Let's go."

"Drink first." Taking the mint over to their new cooking counter, she grabbed a mortar and pestle and started grinding up the fresh leaves. When she was satisfied, she put the mixture in a strainer mesh over another jug, then carefully poured the juice through it, washing the mint with the juice. Taking the new concoction she ladled some into two bowls and Spyro gave a quick breath and plunked some small ice cubes in. Taking a sip, he purred softly.

"Mmm...that's really good. What is this?"

"Some citrus berry blend I asked the old ladies to have ready for us. You perk up pretty well after this mix, so I figured we'd make it more of a staple for recovery. Some mint with it and it's...mmmmm, yeah~ that hits the spot..." She gulped hers down quickly and poured another bowl for herself, then for him when he finished his drink. "You and I are gonna finish this whole jug, you've filled six bellies already and that's a lot of fluid lost. Matrons' orders."

"Mmmm...maybe a few flavor variants of this would be good but yeah, can't argue."

Soon enough they were headed topside, Cynder feeling awkward while her mate looked around for their new companion. Soon enough, he found her, the electric stormy dragoness coming out of an exam room, her belly quite large and round with cummy goodness. She smiled wide at the sight of the black dragoness in tow. "Hi! Wow...I uh...you're really here!"

"Hi...?" Cynder replied.

"Sorry sorry! Just..." She pattered in place excitedly. "I get bred by a hero and get to meet another in the same day! I wasn't expecting this at all!"

Spyro chuckled and nuzzled his mate. "This is Lonimba, probably the reason I'm still alive after the fights it took to get them to safety."

"He's being overdramatic," she replied. "He got pretty banged up but nothing life threatening."

"So what're you girls hungry for?" Spyro asked, leading them down the hallway. Cynder couldn't help herself, licking her lips at the brief sight under his tail.

"Hmmm...some meat and hot cream..." she muttered. Lonimba giggled.

"Can't argue that one...but um. I don't actually know what's around here. Can we explore a bit?"

Down out of the Temple they ambled, Spyro waving to the girls they passed, catching a few sly or jealous glances here and there. Cynder and Lonimba were a bit quiet at first until they came within smelling distance of something sweet and spicy. "Oooohhh...that smells heavenly." Licking her lips, the black-scaled girl fanned herself with her wings. "Let's go try that one," she said as she pointed with her wing.

"That does smell fantastic..." Lonimba agreed, licking her lips too.

Three plates piled high with spicy pulled meat in syrup-drizzled bun bowls were soon ready for them. Giving it a deep sniff, Cynder licked her lips even more. "Wow...that's...fantastic. It's so well blended I can't pick it apart yet."

Nibbling a bit, Spyro nodded. "That's...haven't had this spice before. Yum."

Their guest churred as she nipped at some meat. "Oh! It tingles a little!" Gulping her bite, she smiled softly, watching the other two. "How long have you been mates?"

Spyro blushed and Cynder giggled. "Mmmm...ever since we killed Malefor, I guess. We got...displaced? out of the core, woke up in Avalar Valley and...I guess we figured it was time to take control of our own lives for once."

"Cute. But I hear you weren't pleased to be...bound to him by that curse collar."

"She definitely wasn't," the purple dragon replied. "Cantankerous and moody and snippy."

"Yeah...he deserved better. But...I did kinda need that social time with someone else after all the chaos. We did have a few downtimes together, and I got to see the real Spyro outside of our brief time at the Temple between him freeing me and the Eternal Night shit. And...I guess that kinda kept me grounded enough to find myself through it all."

Reaching over to hold her paw, Spyro smiled softly. "I had feeling for her ever since I freed her but I didn't know what it all was. How about you and your boyfriend though?"

Lonimba's smile faded a bit. "We've been good, nothing as grandiose or stressful as your adventures...but he's been...upset by his inability to get me pregnant. I guess he's my Cynder in a way, he didn't have a great early life and his self-image suffers from it, so when he feels like he's lacking...it hits him hard and sticks." Nibbling at some more meat, she sighed. "He's not thrilled I have to have surrogate eggs but...at this point, anything is better than nothing."

"Seems to be the same all over..." Spyro mumbled. "But you said you were dating your cousin?"

"Yeah. We got along really well, but we were young and stupid, heh. The sex was amazing, but after a while we realized we were really only dating for the sex, and it didn't feel right to be trying for a relationship like that. We still have sex whenever we see each other of course. My boyfriend complements me much more closely though, and...we're getting married in a month. Already got the event planned."

"And you're starting a family already?"

"Well, we've been mates for like, six years, and everything's in place, just wanted to officiate it, y'know?"

Cynder glanced at Spyro. "Not really. I mean, we only just learned about it being a thing. Others are telling us we should, but...I dunno. Isn't being mates enough?"

"Maybe for some, but there are still a lot of old time sticklers who don't really recognize unions without that documentation and the ornamentation. Including a lot of folk who run cities. But...more than that, it just...I guess it feels more unified too, just that little matching trinket showing your bond. My cousin and I used to play pretend with leftover wires. It was just a little spark but seeing that item on him every time we met up made my heart flutter, and when I wasn't with him, just looking at it felt nice. A part of him with me, in a way."

"When you put it that way...yeah. I think I'd like that."

"You totally should! But...you're a Matriarch, right? Are you gonna surrogate too?"

She gulped nervously at that. "I...don't know yet. I haven't really matured into that ability enough so...I guess I can only know when I get there. But...I don't like the idea of giving my eggs away."

"Yeah...it's really hard. Mom had some eggs by accident with one of her friends and she was a mess when she and dad realized they couldn't afford to have them with us, so...they had to give them away. I...haven't heard from them...but that's not uncommon, sadly. I kinda hope that with the Matrons overseeing all this, I might get to trace them and meet up after all this time. They'd be about your age by now."

"Our age? How old are you then?"

"Probably mid-thirties by now, I kinda lost track with the War."

"Oh..." Spyro blushed. "I thought you were our age!"

"I kinda am, honestly, we hit growth spurts and then just kinda stick there til the next one."

"Oh...so...we're gonna be this size for a while then I guess."

"Yep. Young and small, then you're gonna hit another growth spurt, though that one comes in stages rather than all at once and you'll be a 'full adult'."

"Oof...so if our kids hatch soon, we won't even be a full adult status until they're our age right now?"

"Probably, but a lot of couples start young too! Nothing wrong with that for us dragons." She gazed at Spyro, her smile fading again. "How are you after all this though? I was...honestly surprised you're the breeder. Didn't really strike me as the type when you helped us."

He frowned a bit and sighed. "It's...a lot to take in and...I'm not handling it well. It's too much social responsibility when I was ready to just settle with Cynder and have a quiet life together with her. And back then I wasn't a Patriarch yet. It really only 'matured' in the last year or so, the first sign being me getting Cynder pregnant apparently. She's only just starting her natural Matriarch stuff, and it hadn't started when I got her pregnant, so the egg count was the clue. That and...well..." He gave a blushing glance at her belly still heavy and round. She glanced down at herself in question, then blinked and tittered shyly.

"O-oh...I see..." Rubbing her belly, she gave Cynder a sly grin. "You're so lucky you have him to yourself...I wish every guy could cum this much, this is amazing..."

"It really is..." she agreed quietly, munching on her almost-empty bread bowl.

"But a Matriarch...wow. Do you know yet if you're a superovitating type? A fertility type? Virility type?"

"There are types?"

"Apparently. I don't know the details myself but past Matriarchs had certain special abilities."

"The Matrons confirmed I'm a superovitating type, the eggs had...what was it...some kinda cord."

"Ooooo! I think that actually means you're a Fertility type too, means you can stack your pregnancies! Last Matriarch I heard about was superovitating, but couldn't stack pregnancies, so she would just have insanely large clutches all at once and then a big breeding session."

"Guess I'll have to ask the ladies about it later then..."

Lonimba sighed again, then smiled softly at Spyro. "Wish I knew what to say about the breeding program though...how did today go?"

"Admittedly, yours was the best session...the girl after you...was very off-putting."

His face told her more than his words and she frowned. "I'm really sorry you had to go through that..."

"I just...I don't feel comfortable fathering eggs if it's just gonna be strictly breeding. If I have to put a girl in her place and get her to stop sassing me...it just...feels wrong. Even if I don't straight up love the girl, I want my kids to be conceived in a pleasant manner at least. They deserve that much if I can't see them for a while...or at all..."

The electric dragoness nodded and gave Cynder a little grin and a wink. "Guys like him are so damn hard to find anymore...But...what would help with all this?"

Shaking her head, Cynder sighed lightly. "I don't know. I can help keep him on the ground emotionally but...they said the best chances for big clutches of eggs are with him directly rather than Flame's studding. And right now we need those numbers."

"Yeah...I heard we're critically endangered."

"Apparently...and that's not helping him. It probably would've been easier if they'd just asked us to contribute cum since he produces so much. Just have guys fuck their girls with it. Flame proved it worked...I don't get why we have to be directly involved."

Lonimba's face darkened at that. "Politics. I don't know what exactly, but there's a lot of bullshit in the background that they're having to tread on eggshells to navigate about this whole affair. Eggs are more likely to be cared for and accepted if they're from Spyro's loins directly, not just shared seed."

"Makes sense, I guess..." he grumbled.

"But...what would help you get through this? You looked really relieved to see me when you came into my room."

Staring at the last bites sitting on his plate, he shrugged his wings. "Dunno. I mean, I know I have Cynder waiting for me after each day...and I really needed her after that last girl."

"Was it the stuck-up earth bitch?"

"Yeah..."

"Ugh, I knew it..."

"I dunno. I don't wanna see this breeding thing as duty. And the Matrons said it's up to me and I'm the one in control but...her attitude just...completely rubbed me the wrong way, and it hurt."

"Yeah...you're a sensitive lover and a pleaser. Meeting someone who's just down to earth business or rude is a direct contrast. Maybe ask the Matrons to have someone stud those types instead? If it works with Flame, it should be available as an option for your sake."

"Yeah...I guess. I'll...talk to them about it."

"Let's move on to something less of a downer," she said with a clap of her paws, Cynder flinching and then blushing at her own reaction. "Cynder!"

"Y-yeah??"

"I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for us all!" she yipped, then giggled at their wide-eyed confusion. "I mean it! I don't mean to put you on the spot but...it's a bit surreal to be sitting here with you! A slave of darkness that fought for her own freedom, shackled to a hero by a dark curse, taking down a rogue Purple and standing toe to toe with a powerhouse of elemental force??" At that she blushed and coughed as her own words caught up with her and the gravitas hit. "It's...wow. Can I just say, you're an idol to so many of us?"

"I...am?"

"Yeah. In the aftermath of the War especially. When we heard that you had fought alongside Spyro and saved the world, it...well, it gave us normies inspiration to get through the hard times. It felt...depressing that everything that was going on was because of forces beyond our control, battled by a Purple who wields all these powers none of us could ever hope to achieve...so it felt alienating, like we were just...collateral damage in world disasters. But...a normal dragoness, cursed by darkness even, going through all that and surpassing impossible odds and coming out a victor? Pardon the sappy romance metaphor but it felt like your journey was some sort of representation that we're all in this together, normies with the heroes, and without either side neither can get to the goal. It felt like we had a chance against the world's ravages, you know?" She reached across the table to hold Cynder's paws. "Just...thank you. So much. I'm so honored to get to meet you like this!"

Cynder blanked out, staring at those stormy silver paws holding her black scales. She looked to Spyro and he shot her a soft smile. "I...I don't know what to say..."

"You don't need to. I just felt you should know how much your story meant to so many of us, girls especially where we felt like nothing we did mattered. It felt like there was no hope left anywhere. And you gave us hope, even if you didn't want to go through all that, but that just makes the story even more powerful. You survived those odds, even if you were roped into it. We were all roped into circumstances we didn't want any part of. ...Spyro especially, right?"

He rubbed his neck and sighed heavily again. "Yeah. I mean, I volunteered to do it all but...mostly because I realized I was the only one that could do anything about it all. Someone needed to stand up."

"And you did, and we're all alive for it. There are so many ingrates, idiots, and quiet watchers who will never voice it, but there are also many of us out there who truly appreciate you for what you did together. And...what you're still doing..." she added as she held her belly and fondled herself. "Can't wait to see how many I'll have..."

The hero couple glanced at each other. Lonimba's praises did their job, the two smiling at each other with a bit of rediscovered vigor. "I think...I know something that could help us get through this."

"Hm?"

"Having you swing by to visit."

"Sure! Though, I don't know yet if I'll be staying here or not, but even if I have to go back to my village I'll definitely come around here when I can!"

"Spyro needs more friends to see so, it'd be good for him."

"So do you, you goof, can I be your friend too?"

Cynder's eyes went so wide it made Spyro laugh. "Uh...s-sure...yeah."

"Yay! Oh, by the way, know where I can get some good nesting materials? The shops at the village are still setting up in preparation."

Spyro nodded. "I know a good shop for soft things, it's a bit of a flight from here but not nearly the distance to your home from here. You sure you can carry a nest's worth of stuff?"

"That's actually something the Matrons wanted my expertise on. See, I know a thing or two about trade routes and logistics, and they want me to help set up regular routes and paths for foot travel in case the portal systems don't pan out. ...Yes, I know about the portals, don't gag on your water! I'm sort of a representative for our village for this endeavor, so if I can get some good nesting materials sourced before I head back, I'll be joining a caravan, same as when you helped us with that rescue mission to get back to Warfang."

"Did you organize that?" Spyro asked.

"Half of it. The other half was Aeryani."

"The wind girl?"

"Yep. And...so far as I know she'll be here, of course, but probably in a month or two. Last I heard from her she was trying to gather resourced for inter-plate bridges out west."

"Inter-plate? The floating land chunks?"

"Yep."

"Yikes...that's gotta be a headache."

"Yeah. It's been a real pain for her, but she'll figure it out. Mmmm...mind if I get a second round? You two want some more? This meat is amazing."

After a second, quieter round of food, they headed back up to the Temple, Cynder looking much more relaxed now. When they arrived at the main breeding chamber area, Spyro sighed softly and shook his head. Lonimba cocked her head in confusion, then whispered something to Cynder, the black dragoness going wide-eyed and then giggling in agreement. "What's so funny?" he asked.

"Nothing. Just two girls admiring a handsome stud," Cynder replied with a rather saucy wink. She sidled up alongside him to kiss his cheek. "How about...we try a little...suggestion?"

"Am I gonna like where this is going?" he asked hesitantly.

"Maaaybe..." the electric girl whispered on his other side, taking him by light surprise. "I think it'd be a good idea to make some...positive memories here in this room. Y'know, take the edge off your duty-not-duty."

"Positive...memories?" he gulped, his sheath firming up and his penis peeking forth in anticipation.

"Mhmm~" Cynder churred, licking slowly along his neck, making him shiver. "This Temple is about your virility, Spyro...so why don't we make it our own? Right here...right now~" she muttered, nudging him onto his back, the purple male yipping as she upended him, leaving nothing to the imagination, his hefty sac draping over the side of his tail, his sheath pulling back as that massively long meat spilled forth and firmed up, gradually straightening while the girls watched with rapt fascination.

"Ancestors' blessings, he's so long and his balls are so big..." Lonimba whispered with an eager grin.

"Mhmmmm~" Cynder churred again, leaning in to bury her nose against his scaly scrotum, huffing against him while their new friend moved over to study his shaft. She'd seen it earlier, but to see it up close was mesmerizing. It reached up just past the base of his ribcage, a truly lengthy shaft of gold at the base swirling along his veins to a rich mauve at the tip, crowned with fleshy barbs perfect for teasing a girl's inner nerves, a row of tooth-like soft barbs adorning his urethral bulge while the upper side of his length had back-swept ridges perfect for teasing in and out of a girl's entrance. She'd been so high on her heated need she'd barely registered much of the physical details as he'd plumbed her depths. Now faced with the entire beast, lightly throbbing against his belly, she felt a little trepidation. This whole thing had fit inside her?? It was almost three times a normal male's length! Cynder's tail nudged her and she flinched to look back at the black girl with his left nut already in her mouth, green eyes flicking between her and his penis with a wink. Gulping nervously with a shy grin, Lonimba stepped over Spyro, her huge belly in his face making him throb powerfully, his cock lurching up to poke right against her wet, dripping netherlips. Spyro groaned at the feeling of familiar soft toepads on his shaft, Cynder aiming him for their friend to back up and start taking him.

"Ooohhhh..." she mewled out, wings fluttering at her sides in tandem with her anxious pussy quivering around his tip. Cynder watched with giddy arousal, getting a front row seat to Lonimba's tight nethers stretching lewdly around her mate's girth, those lips twitching every time a ridge or barb popped in past that tight grip. Was this what she did when she took that lovely length? Back and back the girl wiggled and bucked lightly with soft moans as she enjoyed the feeling of such a long penis sliding into her body, then she squeaked when his tip bumped her cervix. Cynder felt a bit impressed at how much length was still waiting to be warmed in her tight grip. "Ooof...that's...that's my cervix?"

"Yep," Spyro replied, laying his paws on her hips and rolling his hips lightly, nudging at that barrier. "Ooohhh Cynder...you're gonna make me cum in her if you don't stop sucking my balls..."

"Mmmmm!" she purred, vibrating her tongue against those heavy nuts. His toes curled and he pressed up into the electric girl on his lap, making her squeak out in mixed pain and pleasure when his tip sank through into the warm ocean of cream in her stretched womb. She quivered and squealed under her breath as those ridges and barbs popped through the tight grip of her passage, raking against her nerves just as she'd hoped they would. As her rear came down Cynder pulled away with a lick along his nuts, moving over to present her pussy to her mate's face.

"I guess it wouldn't be too bad if I got spoiled like this..." he muttered, licking his lips and then leaning in to give suckling kisses to her awaiting dripping slit. The two girls moaned out in unison as he started to thrust off the floor, Lonimba's paws doing the usual exploratory grope to the bulge of his tip pressing out amidst the swell of cum, Cynder reaching up to aid in that groping, giving expertly gentle squeezes around what she could feel of his crown. It made him squirm under them and lift up their guest on his lap as he arched against the floor with a strong, rumbling groan of restrained control into his mate's nethers, the electric dragoness squeaking in delighted surprise when his sheath ground firmly against her swollen labial folds. Plunging his tongue into Cynder, he got his retaliation, making her nearly fall off him in surprised pleasure when her legs involuntarily bucked at the surge of ecstasy from his tongue against her most sensitive spots. Unable to help herself, Lonimba moaned out to the ceiling, rapidly bouncing on Spyro's lap, her mind melting from the wonderful sensations of his intimate details against hers deep inside in places no one had ever reached before. She was still in the afterglow of her heat as well, so her senses were on overdrive, heightening every pulse of his girth in her tight grip, the stroking pressure of those firming fleshy barbs while her clit was rubbed against his ridges every time they sawed back and forth into her squeezing entrance.

It was too much all at once. Breeding the Purple Hero, watching his mate and her idol on her own verge of climax right in front of her, the lingering effects of her estrus still stoking her inner fire... Lonimba cried out repeatedly as her body sailed over the crest and her orgasm crashed over her, her needy nethers milking his member eagerly while she quaked and squirmed, gasping for breath from the internal assault. Cynder yelped out and shuddered as well, gushing all over her mate's face, neck, chest, and even splashing the globe of the other girl's cum-swollen middle. Spyro wasn't far off, one paw gripping Lonimba's hip while he pistoned sharply into her, his other paw grabbing Cynder's curvy butt and holding her to his face as he ate her out. With one strong buck he roared out against her muff and arched up off the floor, their guest gasping in renewed climatic bliss when she felt him surge within her, his member going impossibly hard for a fraction of a second in anticipation before that first glorious spurt forcibly sprayed against her inner walls. Shivering and moaning in pleasure, her paws groped her belly and she could've sworn she could feel his cream swirling in her belly. She could definitely see herself swelling out bit by bit, exceeding her boyfriend's pantomimed hopes of how big she'd be with their eggs someday, she could still see his paws making round strokes in the air where he'd imagined she'd be, only now her middle was beyond that. She could feel his heavy balls between her tail and his, every rhythmic pulse of his cock fueled by them pulling up against her tail. A sudden longing to watch his jewels pump with his ejaculations swept over her, but was just as swiftly edged aside by the sudden all-body heaviness that overtook her as they all came down from their highs. She lurched and squeaked when she accidentally collapsed against Cynder, the ebon girl catching her and holding her still while they caught their breath. Clearly the former Terror had more practice than she, sitting amazingly stable over her mate's face even with how out of breath she was. Finally Cynder helped coax her off the purple dragon's lap, his magnificent cock sliding free with an amusingly lewd wet noise until it sprang free of her depths, flinging a thin thread of juices.

"Whooaaa..." she finally groaned out when she found her voice again, feeling amazingly warm and heavy all over. "Been a...long...time since I...felt like this..."

Cynder giggled and churred as Spyro dutifully cleaned her off with his water power. "That tickles, hun..."

"Easier than walking sticky to a bath somewhere else." Finishing with her, he moved over to Lonimba, the blue and gray girl squeaking in surprise and giggling at the warm tickling sensation of the water swirls scrubbing her scales.

"Didn't do this before..."

"Yeah, I would if I could, but..." he trailed off, scrubbing her thighs. Glancing around, he spotted a few drainage vents around the floor edges. "Guess they anticipated this." He chucked the waterball to a drain, then flared his wings a little, the two girls watching as water flowed from him, swirled over the floor in a churning, roiling mass, then careened over to the drains. "Dunno if they have a janitor service anticipating me...kinda embarrassing."

"Well, if you keep all your cum inside the girls, shouldn't be a problem," Cynder joked with a smirk. Lonimba grinned and gazed at her own belly, feeling her stretched scales and hide around that sheer volume assuredly knocking her up as she lay there. Cynder's smile softened as she nuzzled at her purple mate. "Did it help take today's edge off, at least?" she whispered.

"Yeah...it really did. Thanks, girls."

Shakily sitting up, Lonimba giggled and blushed. "I wouldn't...um...be opposed if you needed another happy ending to a bad day in the near future."

"But would your boyfriend?"

"He's not here, and I'll make sure he knows I was very well cared for during my visit. That's all that matters really, since it's the nature of the visit after all."

"Yeah...point taken."

After she'd taken her leave for the night, they headed to their new room, finding her two guards there at the nest. A little surge of fright and anger ripped across her spine, but they anticipated it. "Matrons asked us to keep the eggs warm. Practice for our own mates."

"Oh...whew. Sorry...I just...it's irrational."

"Instincts. But they're alright. We take our leave, my lady and lord, and good night to you."

With that they dipped their heads and headed out, Cynder curling around her eggs and nuzzling each one in turn slowly. Spyro joined her in the nest and rested his head on her thigh to watch her dote on their brood. She very carefully turned each egg, then draped her wing over them and smiled softly at her purple mate. "You okay?"

"Yeah...I needed that. But I need to talk to the old ladies later about this...Patriarch urge thing. I don't like how it feels like it's controlling me...fighting me."

"I don't think it's that dark form thing you had to struggle against. It might be a similar repressed urge coming forth, but...that darkness was more demonic in a way. I haven't seen your scales change color at all or felt any surge of dark power when you get more dominant or needy."

"Good...good..."

"Now, your sexy balls, however~"

"Ugh..."

"Heehee...love you, Spyro." Giving him a kiss on the nose, she laid her head down, lifting her wing a bit to peek at their eggs.

An almost imperceptible noise made their eyes widen in unison. Cynder's wing lifted suddenly and Spyro jerked around her wing to stare at the nest. Was it their imagination, or did the black shelled egg move slightly?

"You heard it too right?" she whispered, unable to look away.

"I think I did!"

Resting her nose against the shell, Cynder held there, her senses heightened from the excitement. Minutes passed, long, aching minutes of anticipation, the two parents almost unable to breathe lest they miss a noise over their own. Ever so faintly, she felt what could've been a tiny paw or stubby claws, something raking against the inside of the shell. Another tiny noise, a small squeak maybe, but this time from the dark maroon egg.

Their eyes finally met, watery emerald meeting huge purple. Spyro leaned in and kissed her deeply, suddenly, a rush of excitement that swept them both away into a tight embrace. Stroking her neck with his paw, Spyro chuckled against her mouth and she pulled back to wipe her eyes, smiling uncontrollably.

"It's...it's still too early though right?" she asked.

"Yeah, but- with how they talked about eggs waiting...I didn't think we'd hear them this early!"

They waited for what felt like an eternity, but no other movements or noises came forth. With a soft huff of resignation, Cynder grinned at him again. "Was kinda hoping this would be it, but I guess we do have another month or two at the very least."

"Yeah." Getting up to stretch, he moved over to their new cooking area, eyeballing everything. "I'm kinda hungry, you hungry? Think I'll acquaint myself with our equipment here."

"Yeah, I could go for some mushrooms, nothing too heavy."

"Steak-cut mushrooms then."

The smell of salt, animal fat and frying mushroom slices filled the small little home fairly quickly, Cynder drooling a little at the savory aroma. While Spyro was plating the slices of fried fungus, a knock at their door, made them glance at each other. Spyro moved over and rolled it open to find one of the Matriarch triplets standing there looking...more stern than usual. "Hello, ma'am, is something going on?"

"As much as I desire not to intrude...there is something urgent I need to discuss with you two right now. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No, we were just about to have a snack." Letting her in, he and Cynder traded worried glances, the black dragoness covering their eggs with a warming fur again and moving to join them at the table just outside the cooking area. "Is something wrong?"

"It's...not ideal, in the least. It was to be more discreetly announced...but now it has been blown wide open to the world as a whole." She handed Cynder the letter with a deep frown. "Best prepare yourselves for the worst."

Their eyes were glued to the letter with morbid curiosity, Spyro's heart thudding in his chest with dread.

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A state of emergency has been declared for all nations harboring Dragons. In light of the growing concern over egg conception failures, it has been determined that a worldwide attack was issued forth from the Destroyer's destruction, the power of which rendered all extant males impotent, save for one.

The following worldwide concern organizations -

Screenath Sexual Health Collective (direct research)

Anglapala Kingdom's sexual advisory and doctorate legion (materials, funding, cross-reference)

Blazetalon Research Society (cross-reference, peer review)

Soulblood Planetary Phenomenae Group (peer review)

• as well as those listed on the reverse of this letter -

• hereby unanimously declare:

A state of existential emergency upon all dragonkin, critical endangerment

A requirement for eligible females to present themselves for breeding tests and sessions, to be explained upon arrival to the following locations:

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"This is...awful..." Cynder whispered with a nervous gulp, not even bothering to read the locations. It didn't matter to her or to Spyro. Her purple mate took the letter and continued reading it, giving a small sigh of relief to find that, wisely, the writers had not directly referenced the Guardians, himself, or Cynder, nor made any mention of their eggs. It was simply a declaration with supporting arguments, and instructions of where and when to arrange appointments.

"How are you supposed to keep something this discreet, though?" he asked. "It's too big a problem, it was bound to get out."

"Information spread can be manipulated, and we had a network ready to help quell the wildfire spread...but alas. Leak or not, it is an official document."

"What does this mean on the back here?" he asked, indicating a script foreign to his knowledge.

"It is...a declaration of the discovery of a Patriarch and a Matriarch, and affirmation that they will be assisting actively with the breeding recovery efforts."

"...Fuck." Cynder facepawed. "Being outed like this makes me super uncomfortable, even if they didn't name us..."

"Yes. We were going to explain this privately, and avoid mentioning your existence unless we felt the recipients could be trusted with it. But this has placed everyone in danger...and I have a terrible feeling this was deliberately leaked to cause chaos and disrupt our efforts. Someone doesn't want Dragons recovering."

"The Apes..." Cynder snarled.

"Anything is possible, the Guardians are heading an investigation to determine the leak's source. But, the damage is done, and it is time to get to work. Spyro...are you ready to perform the studding duties of a Patriarch? Or do we continue the semen collection? And Cynder, are you comfortable with personally breeding, or would you prefer to offer your eggs for adoption? We will require an answer now, I am afraid."

Giving a heavy sigh that caused a small flame to manifest from his nose, Spyro nearly crumpled the letter. Cynder moved over and laid a paw on his shoulder.

"We knew something like this was coming, Spyro."

"Yeah...but..."

"Think of the dinner. We're fine after that." Cynder kissed his cheek. "We'll get through this."

"I hope so. Our future literally depends on my balls right now."

"Yep. Hopefully soon my womb too so it's not entirely on you."

"If you are amenable to it, we already have a growing list of adoptive families seeking eggs...and many of them are couples whose eggs were lost in the Temple raid you two were taken from."

"What, uh...what does this letter explain about Patriarchs and Matriarchs, though?" Cynder asked, taking the letter from Spyro so he wouldn't tear it with his claws.

"Only that breeding with you guarantees pregnancy, and that a male coupling with a Matriarch will usually produce a child of his background. An appeasement of the pureblood-minded elites. Cynder will likely have some...unsavory courtiers after her eggs have been laid."

"I hope it'll be made clear to them that they will not be getting under my tail without manners, courtesy, and proper mating treatment," she snarled back.

"Yes. The stipulations laid down by the 'collective', thankfully, as declarants of the emergency state, supersede nobility, finances, and the like. No one can strong-arm the project or throw their weight around. Lest they incur the wrath of Anglapala."

"Is that the kingdom you were...a consort for?"

The old lady winked. "I can tug a few balls even at my age. But if a client begins to get out of control, we have security at the ready at all times. You will be safe. It is imperative." She sighed and nodded slowly. "Tomorrow then."

"Yeah..." Spyro muttered in reply. "Am I allowed to walk out on a girl if she's being haughty or disrespectful, and find someone else?"

"Of course. As we've reiterated multiple times, this isn't strictly about duty. If you need to have a bit of friendly fun, you're free to seek it. We'll deal with the troublemakers."

"Yeah...I get that."

"I am dreadfully sorry to have sprung this on you already just after such a shaky first day of the breeding, but...life does as it wills and we can only roll with it. I would like to request that you collect any excess for the next few nights, if any, and let us know what you've gathered. Flame will be attending studding duties along with a few other males to help take the edge off the initial panic rush."

After she left, the black and purple dragons were fairly quiet for a bit. The gravity of the situation was creeping in swiftly. Sitting at their new table and munching on some roasted salted mushrooms, Cynder finally broke the silence. "The hell kind of name is 'Anglapala'?"

"That's what you're hung up on?"

"For the moment, among other things." Rubbing her belly with her wings, she gazed across the table at her troubled mate. "So...this is it."

"Yep."

"Wonder if there's like...some sort of hierarchy or something to who gets bred and when..."

"Dunno, didn't care to ask when they started me this morning."

"Yeah...guess it doesn't matter to us."

"I don't wanna be just a set of dick and balls to the world...but I can't help feeling like that's all I'll be seen for right now."

"Even if you are, what of it?"

"Huh?"

"Why care what they think?"

"Because I don't want my kids conceived in an act of duty...or rape... even if it's to repopulate the world, I don't feel comfortable doing it with someone who's just going to see me as a means to an end...just an ingredient to make a product of children."

"Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do about that. If someone just sees you as a pair of balls to donate seed, just toss some cum at her and have someone else fuck her."

"Same difference. It's just...not right."

"Spyro...I know it sucks, and it's not what you want to hear...but a lot of the world is just not right. You were there for the biggest tumult of it. We both were. This is just another layer of reality we have to deal with. But...maybe...having the world depend on your balls could be a way to change things for the better. Wasn't Ignitus telling us that all we can do is use the time we have to try to improve things a little bit more for the next generation? If you set an example now...your kids will know you're their father and they should mostly look up to that example. And this whole generation will be pretty much all your kids until my Matriarch stuff can cure more males like we did with Flame."

"I guess."

She came around the table to sit next to him, pulling his paw over to rest on her belly. He couldn't help rubbing that cum-swollen globe of hers. "Need another...happy ending for the day?"

He sighed heavily, then smirked. "Why the hell not." Moving behind her, she lifted her hips and he mounted her easily, both of them moaning out as he slid into her body where he belonged, giving slow rolls of his hips. Craning her neck back, she caught him with a kiss, the two purring back and forth while his hips sawed against hers.

"I love you..." he muttered against her mouth.