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Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse

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CHAPTER 26

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Listening against the door despite his aversion, Spyro could just barely hear the girls and the Matrons talking, giggling, moaning, prepping for the new day of getting bred. His heart was hammering. They were trying something new in light of yesterday's tribulation.

The door rolled open and he flinched back with a bit of a stumble, his cock slapping his belly. The old mage sister peeked in, green eyes sparkling at him. "Good news, my sister is pregnant already and the girls today are on board with the new idea. You may enter."

"Okay..." he huffed, feeling like his heart was in his throat. With a nervous gulp he shuffled into the room. There were ten girls here this time. Three looked to be his age, four were old enough to be considered full adult, and three were elderly ladies, one of which was done up with very expensive makeups and scale polish, wearing an extravagant necklace with a vaguely familiar emblem.

"Spyro, this is Drakasini Emeralda."

"Drakasini," he replied, dipping his head to her. "I'm still learning the regions...a Lady of Anglapala?"

"Correct, my dear," she muttered with a warm smile. Her softer voice didn't seem to match her heavier earth build, but her eyes spoke volumes of understanding...and, as she analyzed him, a heavy eagerness. "These are my daughters and granddaughters. I admit we are jumping the line a tad, but...politics. I heard of your troublesome client yesterday and we may have a solution for you."

"And that would be...?" he asked hesitantly.

With varying levels of smirks, shyness, eagerness, and arousal, the girls all turned around together and lifted their tails. Spyro stared in shock, his hard shaft spurting pre a few feet from the surge of lust that ripped through him. Ten dripping, swollen, needy pussies, his for the taking. The back-of-his-nose pull of their estrus was clouding his mind. "I think it'd be easier if we're all together having fun~"

Oddly enough, his trepidation was gone. He had that young, eager nervousness of anticipation he'd felt when he and Cynder first started getting intimate. "Who...who first then?" he muttered, voice sticking a bit with the dryness in his throat.

"Well...it is traditional the matriarch of the family gets to... evaluate a suitor for her girls..." She shot him a wink over her shoulder. The other girls scattered a bit and looped around to nudge the purple boy over to their eldest, giggling and purring. Spyro grinned awkwardly, then licked his lips at the sight. His cock flexed when a pair of paws groped under his tail to cup his heavy nuts.

"Ancestors his testicles are massive!!" the girl behind him squeaked, and he glanced back to see her practically drooling as she hefted one with her paw.

"So hot and handsome..." one of the shyer girls whispered. He was so overwhelmed with their heat and need, he couldn't really pay attention to which was which except for the oldest lady in front of him. Leaning in, he licked along her cleft, making her flinch slightly and moan out.

"Haven't been this wet in years..." she muttered, spreading her hinds a bit more to lower herself for his ease of access. Curling her tail up over her back, she wiggled against his muzzle, prompting him to stand up and hold her hips and start sliding his ridged upper area of his length between her netherlips.

"It's so fucking long!" her granddaughters commented. "Is it all gonna fit??"

"It will," came the Matron's reply. He could hear the smirk in her voice. Unable to hold back any longer, he pulled back enough to line his tip up with her, and then started to sink inside, finding her incredibly tight and hot.

"Ancestors!" she hissed, her insides fluttering and quivering around him. Just like before, his tip bumped her cervix and she flinched, but he held her steady and gave a few teasing thrusts to pry her open, sliding up into her uterine grasp and gradually bulging her belly. Not as much as with the other girls given the slight size difference, but her younger relatives sure noticed.

"No way!" they squeaked, paws all over her belly groping at his cock through her.

"That's gonna be in us??"

"Perfectly safe," came the reply behind him. "He's guaranteed to get you pregnant."

Spyro growled lightly and started bucking his hips, Emeralda groaning in delight and humping back to meet his hips. "This is incredible already..."

He wanted to say something, but all that came out was a lustful growl that made every female in the room shudder with a surge of need. Gritting his teeth, the purple dragon started to slowly hump into the elder lady, one foreleg hugging her tail for leverage. Back and forth his hips sawed, the other girls taking turns cradling his hefty nuts to feel them for themselves. He knew at least one had ducked under them to watch his entire length disappear into their dam, but his mind was too foggy to pay more attention. This was intense! So many girls in heat, all fawning on him...it was doing something to him that only Cynder had evoked before, but more potent this time with all the sensory overload. Holding Emeralda's hips, he bucked hard and fast, balls swinging up to slap on her clit with each impact of their hips. She was moaning and gasping for breath, her claws digging into the floor. Without warning she cried out and arched back, her legs quaking and almost upsetting his balance as she involuntarily quivered in climactic bliss. The comments about the quickness of her orgasm were on deaf ears as Spyro brought their session home and lunged up into her with a low roar of conquest, his orbs lifting up snug against his pelvic floor and his tail twitching downwards with each contraction in his loins, gushing her egg chamber with rope after hot, thick rope of virile cream. The other girls giggled in nervous anticipation, then gasped and started whispering in mixed concern and intense arousal as Emeralda's belly started to grow rounder, and rounder, until she looked already pregnant with a large clutch. She toppled forwards and one of her elder daughters caught her with a yip, the older green lady panting with a dopey grin and glassy eyes. Slowly dismounting, Spyro panted, flinching when two or three tongues darted in and started cleaning his cock, sampling his Patriarch blessing for themselves. He stood there on his hind legs awkwardly, letting them finish, his shaft throbbing mightily with renewed need.

"W-wow..." presumably the youngest of the girls squeaked with an all-body quiver as she gulped down her taste of his seed. She panted, looking quickly more desperate. "Madra...I need him..."

Their eldest shakily rolled over against her daughter and moaned as she felt his load sloshing comfortably in her stretched belly, purring softly for a few seconds before coming back to the present with a small start and a little cough to regain her composure, the best she could with how out of breath she was still. "Hhaaa...y-yes...he is certainly fine enough for my girls...Liiana, you took initiative just now..."

The young Earth girl, slender as a green sprout, quivered in anticipation and rolled onto her back with a heavy blush, panting open-mouthed. No wonder she was so desperate - her sopping wet nethers were almost painfully swollen with her need, sticky juices plastering her undertail and her thighs. Her deep-green eyes were locked on him, especially that massive shaft. "Please...I need eggs too!" she begged, spreading her legs as wide as she could in her position, even grabbing her ankle with a forepaw.

Spyro growled and shook his head to regain some focus. "Oof...wow, this is...wow." Leaning in, he kissed and licked at her labial scales, making her squeal under her breath and grind against his muzzle. Dipping his tongue into her snatch, he swiped up her unusually sweet fluids, getting a good noseful of her heady scent, practically assaulting the primal part of his brain. Her sister came up alongside him.

"She's a virgin~" she whispered, patting his rump to encourage him forwards. His eyes widened and he blinked at her.

"Wouldn't it be better she have a mate?" he asked.

"In our kingdom, family units raise the eggs communally," Emeralda replied. "It helps young girls settle their heats and get some practical experience in child rearing before they find a mate to settle with."

"I see..." he rumbled in thought, dipping his head down to lick along her cleft again. Liiana squirmed and humped against his muzzle.

"Please, please please don't tease me...I want it so bad..."

"I'll give it to you good instead," he churred, stepping over her tail and grinding his fleshy urethral barbs along her slit, teasing her clit with the soft sawing motions. Her sister stood behind him, watching and drooling at the sight of his massive testicles shifting lightly in his scrotum. The other girls were all taking viewing points as well to watch their youngest relative's defloration. Liiana arched up off the floor with a yip and a yowl as she suddenly climaxed, eyes clenched shut and mouth wide open with a strangled moan of utter bliss, her nectar dribbling from her slit and coating his cock. Stepping back to line himself up, he very gently pried her tight entrance open while she gasped for breath in relaxed afterglow, wiggling his hips a bit to edge deeper and deeper into her. Inch by slow, careful inch he claimed her until she started moaning again.

"How is she not in pain?" one of the older girls asked the Matrons.

"His Patriarch abilities help adjust a partner's body to take him fully, and his abilities are still growing in. Earlier partners felt a bit of pain, but it seems his Patriarch powers are getting strong enough to help her body adjust much more quickly."

"What a blessing...to have a painless first time and with the Purple Hero..."

She panted with glassy eyes, gazing up at Spyro over her, the purple male smiling down at her. "Hey...you okay?"

"Uh-huh..." she huffed, wiggling her hips in response. "It feels...so good...sooooo goooood..."

"It's gonna feel even better once I get it all inside. I'm still only halfway."

"Please...I need more!"

Pressing more firmly, he slid into her body until his tip nudged her cervix. She only felt a sting of pain before it was washed away with euphoric realization that he was that deep, but before she could ask, he pressed in firmer still and she gasped loudly and almost came again when he breached her cervix and started bulging her belly. The other girls all stared in awed arousal, a few of them actively rubbing themselves with their paws or tails. Liiana held her mouth with her paws, squirming as she tried to hold on and edge herself a bit longer. but when his sheath rubbed up against her labia and his balls came to rest on the base of her tail, she arched up and gave a muffled scream into her paws as she came again, her tight walls fluttering and rippling around his length, her legs shaking with each crash of pleasure over her frame. When she gasped out for breath and practically melted under him, Spyro took that as his cue to start. Just like with her grandmother, he gave her slow, deep thrusts, letting her feel every detail passing across her sensitive walls. Her shaky limbs came up to hug him, clinging to him, practically suspending herself under him. He stood up and started to lightly swing her under himself with his thrusts, the motions stroking her tight depths along his length, the earthen girl moaning cutely. She buried her face against his neck, blushing and panting, eyes clenched shut from how incredible his penis felt inside her. Her tail curled around his, keeping his balls fairly secure between them.

Without warning she climaxed yet again, Spyro's paw shooting out to cushion her head when she yanked back and arched under him with a strangled yowl and a blast of Earth breath against her sister's chest, the girls ducking back with surprised giggles, Liiana bucking and writhing in his grip as her pleasure crashed over her so heavily she nearly passed out. Nibbling her neck while she panted all bleary-eyed and zonked out, Spyro churred. "That's good...cum all you need, get those eggs ready...I'm gonna fill you full of cute little hatchlings."

"Yeeeeegggghs...." she gurgled "yes" and "eggs" together in a lust-drunken slur of breathless excitement. She tried to say something else but all that came out was a set of moans, only broken by him bouncing her under him, her legs practically locked around his waist.

"Fuck...I can't get over how big his testicles are..." someone said behind him, and he felt a heavy breath against his sack. A warm tongue started bathing what she could reach around her relative's tail, his scrotum tensing at the contact. A deep, lustful growl rumbled in his chest again and they all shuddered with anticipation.

"Gonna cum..."

"Cuummmm..." she murred out, her insides clamping tightly around him, hot and wet and needful. Giving her a few hard thrusts, he braced her against the floor and rutted her down, making her shudder and squeal and then cum hard one last time, her hips bucking under him and her head thrashing side to side with the intensity. That tight, suckling milking of her pussy around his length finally set him off and he gritted his teeth, tongues of fire leaping between the gaps as he hilted hard and held there. The other girls watched keenly while his hips jerked lightly and his tail pumped against hers. Slowly, but visibly, her belly started to round out, bloating sideways from between them with how he kept himself pressed to her panting, breathless form, Liiana basking in afterglow and that oh so wonderful fullness of cock and cum. A dumb grin of bliss spread over her open panting mouth, her eyes glassy and completely unfocused. Her legs finally released their deathgrip on his haunches and he slid out of her, slowly, not wanting to be too quick with her overstimulation. She squirmed and huffed as ridges and barbs raked deliciously against her sensitive tunnel, then with a lewd wet squelch and a gush of their mixed fluids he popped free and his cock leapt up to slap his belly, splattering droplets of cream. Liiana murred and wiggled, crossing her hind legs as if to keep the cum in. "Hhhhhholy...whhhow..." she huffed.

One of her sisters, or aunts maybe? brought him a bowl of water, and with a grateful smile he downed nearly half of it with heavy gulps. "Oof...wow. Okay. This is gonna take a bit to get to everyone. But, no one's leaving this room without eggs in the womb."

A collective shudder among the other eight girls, and some excited whispering amongst themselves. "How do we decide who's next? Just...Spyro's pick?"

"Perhaps an element of randomness," one of the old ladies suggested. "Spyro can turn around and close his eyes and those of us who are already bred can move off to one side while the others shuffle around until he decides to turn around and bump into someone."

"Sure, I'm game." He turned around, then teased them by lifting his tail and swaying his hips, rather proudly showing off his hefty jewels. The girls giggled, laughed, whistled, licked their lips, or even swooned, pattering antsily when he turned to face the wall. Liiana and Emeralda shuffled over, Liiana decidedly more wobbly, coming to rest on a pile of pillows. They both stroked their heavy, round middles with excitement gleaming in their eyes while they watched their relatives shuffling, nudging each other around, giggling and hissing playful cusses to each other in the confusion until the purple dragon turned around. They all froze. With the heat scent so thick in the room, it wasn't like he could tell anyone apart, so after some teasing, considering leaning side to side, he started going one way, the girls tensing up and trying not to giggle in anticipation, then he stumbled to the other side, then back in his original direction, keeping them guessing until his nose bumped into someone's wing.

Meanwhile, Cynder was with the magess triplet, her eggs tucked under her wing while she reached out with a paw to try to grab a fruit off the table in their kitchen area. Small flickers of fire appeared in threads through the air while she focused. "Good, very good! Yes, even if they manifest your flame, bring them back under control. You're quite the swift learner!"

Gritting her teeth with the uncomfortable effort of keeping her elemental power under control without letting it generate an actual element, she flexed her digits, then gasped lightly when she encountered a ghostly sensation, a flicker, as if she had brushed against something and yet not. It broke her focus and with a flash of fire the magic reach went up in smoke. "Damn...I thought I felt something, was that a fly?"

"Mmmm...I think you may have encountered a haptic feedback. Your magic brushed the fruit. I'm surprised you were able to detect it. It can take a great while to develop that feedback even for experienced practitioners."

"Well...I guess we'll know it works if I can replicate it."

"Very true. Again." She watched the black dragoness close her eyes and reach out again, her toes slowly waving and weaving as she felt forwards through the air. Once more, small streamers of fire would appear randomly, vanishing, reappearing elsewhere as her control wavered, but always thin threads, as if they were thin metal wires occasionally glinting with light. Opening her eyes, Cynder squinted with focus, watching it draw closer to the fruit. Finally, she felt something change. She didn't get that ghostly touch sensation like before, but her paw did feel a bit heavier. Gripping with her toes a bit and lifting her paw, she made the fruit wobble a little on the table. "Don't forget to breathe, dear."

A sharp gasp of forgotten breath broke her focus and she growled. "Had it that time but it felt...different. I couldn't feel the fruit but...it felt like I was...like...something was pressing on my pawpads?"

"Good! Yes, you should at least be able to tell if an object is in your grasp by a light resistance. Now you just need practice to develop further control and refinement of your aether, and you'll have this basic magic working! Once you feel that slight resistance, it means your magic has encompassed the object you are willing towards. With further control you'll be able to exert more willpower through it and thus, lift the object and move it through the air."

"So...can I still move my paw or do I have to mimic the grip or...what? 'Cuz...when Ember came back to the Temple before all this, she was like...waving her toes like this and pulling a pearl from her pouch." She mimicked a quick toe-wiggling motion while drawing upwards with her foreleg, as if pulling something.

"For now, practice that physical sensation and learn it. Once you are familiar enough with that, you'll be able to develop secondary motor focus while your will transmits through the magic and keeps the object moving. In a way, the two complement each other, you can move it with your will through your aether, but the paw motions can also help amplify that sensation or desire, but you can't just move it with your mind outright either as magic does require some modicum of motion to properly channel, just like most of your elemental uses need your breath."

"Hmmm...yeah, kinda makes sense." Wiggling and flicking her paw to alleviate the soreness in her leg, she lifted her wing and leaned in to nuzzle her eggs, giving a wistful sigh. "I really can't wait to finally see my babies..."

"Oh I know, hun. It's a horrible game to wait through. But, if they're making noises and motions, it likely means they're getting ready to enter the world soon. Most eggs will remain dormant if they don't feel it's time."

"Oooooh don't tease me like this!"

"Not meant to tease, hun, of course not! But the waiting game for eggs is one of life's hardest chunks of time." Readjusting her ridiculously thick glasses, the elderly dragoness shakily stood up and stretched. "I should return to my studies, but I am very glad to see you making such astounding progress! Keep practicing when you feel up for it, but don't overdo it either. Magic drainage can hit harder than elemental. Terribly exhausting."

"Think I might head out for a walk maybe. I'm getting kinda hungry."

"As you will. Feel free to browse the amenities as well, the library is coming along and we may soon have a playwright looking to move in with his troupe, I understand he's quite enamored with your tale with Spyro."

Cynder squinted suspiciously. "In what way?"

"Oh, nothing harmful of course or he wouldn't be coming this way. He has been writing a drama based on your story and would probably love to hear about your travels personally. I can vouch for his productions. You and Spyro might enjoy some of his works."

"I thought this grotto was about breeding though?"

"Oh most assuredly, but so many soon to be mothers, with hardly anything to do but laze around? Entertainment!"

"Ah...true, yeah. I mostly just napped it away. Or cooked stuff."

"To each their own, of course, but options are good, and variety is the spice of life, as they say. Do peruse and acclimate yourself to the place. Flame and Ember are arriving later so I must get some work done ahead of them."

It took a bit to get herself motivated, mostly because she didn't want to leave her eggs, but as per their recommendation she was to take a few short walks every day and practice leaving her eggs in the nest. She wanted to keep them in the incubator, but with the potential of at least one hatching soon, it was not the best palce for a hatchling to start breaking out. She kept them bundled up in some warm furs and a heated stone slab underneath, then with a hesitant backwards glance one more time, she left the room, hearing the door lock itself behind her. With a shuddering breath she tried to refocus herself. Today was not a day to be reliant on the drachalla tea.

Winter was coming in quickly for sure, tiny snowflakes skittering on the breeze and leaving the faintest of chilly kisses on her hide. Standing on the balcony overlooking the sloped housing sprawl below, she took a deep breath and spread her wings a bit, enjoying the cool breeze. It was incredibly refreshing to get out for a bit, even with her separation anxiety. On a curious whim, she stepped back into the temple, finding one of the Matron sisters sitting outside a door and tallying something on a clipboard. "Oh, Cynder dear, are you well? Going for your walk?"

"Yeah. How's he holding up?"

With a devious smirk, she set her implements down and rolled the door open slightly, Cynder peeking in and blushing wide-eyed at the sight of her mate almost buried under at least five girls, one of them bouncing happily on his cock and moaning to the ceiling, one grinding on his tail and massaging his huge nuts, his paws diddling two others while his tongue mustve been buried in the last, the five girls off to the side all huge with cum. Cynder felt herself growing wet immediately. Stepping back and shaking her head to clear herself, she giggled shyly. "I'd say he's holding up a fair bit better than yesterday," her companion replied with a little titter in her voice. "Honestly it's good to see him enjoying himself. He was so tense earlier."

"Good. I just hope he'll have some left for me tonight. I...kinda need him right now but he's busy."

"We'll make sure to revitalize him enough to more than sate you, don't you worry dear. In the meantime, if you're up for it, some more... exposure testing with your guards could be arranged."

Her eyes widened again and she blushed, then smiled and nodded. "Sure. I think I'd like that. Nah...I know I'll like it. Are they gonna be at our chambers though or up here in the breeding rooms?"

"I can have them meet you up here, unless you'd be more comfortable down there?"

"Up here would...probably be better."

"Mmm. Your eggs will be safe either way, but you do as you feel best. Just relax and spend some time up here for a bit. I'll check on the eggs here in a few."

"Thanks."

Heading out to the streets, she felt...unusually light. Further uplifted when a few of the new settlers moving in gave her smiles and waves. Here and there she saw pregnant girls with big bellies growing in, and it gave her a sense of excitement. Knowing her children would have a whole bunch of others around their age range...hopefully, if they hatched soon along with the others... it was something she had longed for and it filled her with an almost giddy anxiousness to see it might be something her own kids could experience. Keeping her wings folded a little high to show off her own growing middle, she sauntered down to the food court, and spotted a familiar color. Coming up behind, she tapped the stormy gray scales dappled with yellow forks.

"Huh? Oh- Cynder! Hi!"

"Hey." She gave a small smile as Lonimba turned around. "Found anything good?"

"Mhm! Yeah, go over to that stall there by the fire pits! He's got a thing he calls 'offal treats'."

"Wha?"

"Just go! You've gotta try it! I'm just waiting for someone."

"Alright, be back then." Moving over to the stall in question, she caught some scents that intrigued her. There was the pungent scent of roasted liver, the unique smell of gizzard, salty hints of roe...but her attention was pulled to some oddly shaped growths that smelled smoked and basted with a sweet-spicy sauce or glaze.

"Ah, Cynder, welcome welcome, care to try some fungrulcha?"

"Some what now?"

"It's a spore organ for mushroom spiders. Smoke it and baste it, it gives a lovely chew while not being too heavy on the stomach."

"Hmmm...gotta admit, I am kinda curious...what the hell. I'll try it."

"Excellent!" Her eyes widened at the flash of a wingblade through one of the hanging pieces. The dragon didn't look like a Shadow type, but he apparently had the joint blades of one. His red scales looked somewhat fiery, yet oddly not. Dicing up the cut, he gave her a small bowl. "Let me know what you think, I'm always curious what a fellow gourmand might say."

"Thanks..." she muttered, her eyes all over him.

"Something up?"

"I'm sorry but...what are you?"

He smirked. "A rarity in these parts, I'm sure. I'm a Fear element."

"Oh!"

"Yep. Kinda here for a new lease on life. I love cooking, and I love trying to find new ways to recycle the otherwise unwanted parts of a kill. To me, it's kinda disrespectful to your prey to only take choice parts and leave otherwise perfectly good bits. Everything has a use, you just gotta find it. Take these fungrulcha for example." He motioned for her to try a piece. True to his word, it was chewy, but also spongy, smoked to a crisp so it felt like it was slowly falling apart the more she chewed it, and the many tiny hollows in the texture had absorbed the smoke and sauce flavors, so it kept leaking out the more her teeth sank in. The meat itself was a very odd flavor, somewhat buttery and astringent like some weird vegetable, yet had umami tones very reminiscent of a fatty piece of meat.

"Wow...what even is this...mmm. That's a hell of a flavor combination, I can't tell where the meat ends and the sauce begins."

"Good, good! I love when flavors blend seamlessly. There's a subtle art in itself." Turning to the fire pit nearby, he turned over some sausages, Cynder catching a whiff of delicious herb and spice blends from the juices dripping into the coals. "These are made with intestines and shark stomach linings, and filled with liver and minced heart. Speaking of which, would you like to try another sample?"

"Sure!" She swallowed her mouthful of the remnant fungrulcha bites. He took her bowl and gave her some small...fruits? No, on second glance they were candied hearts. "Um...wow. That's unique. I honestly don't know what I'm looking at."

"Poultry hearts in a sweet-sour glaze shell."

Popping one into her mouth, she paused mid-chew, then slowly chewed on it. "That...is...incredibly...weird...but strangely delicious?"

"It's a hard one for sure, but I have repeat customers buying them up! Some flavors aren't pleasant upfront, yet induce a pleasant sensation afterwards. And some just like the oddity. What's your verdict?"

Chewing on another one, she nodded slowly and smirked. "Huh. I can't believe I actually kinda like this."

"Good! I'd love to hear any ideas you might have. I don't steal recipes, though I might adapt the really good ones~"

She watched him shuffle about his stall, tending to this or that, pulling out sheafs of thinly pressed jerky, mincing and grinding various organ meats, adding spices or sugars...it was fascinating seeing him turn the more "disgusting" parts of animals into something potentially tasty. "What's that over there?" she asked, indicating a deep pot lightly boiling.

"Hooves and poultry claws! I'm gathering the collagen from them to make gelatins and soup bouillons."

"Gelatins?" she asked, finishing the last sample heart. He scooted over and reached into a cold chest, then pulled out some little blocks. She tried one and paused again at the blast of sour-sweet citrus across her tongue and the unusual mouthfeel of the treat. It was soft, and dissolved all over, maybe like a frozen jelly? but it was also totally unlike any of her jams or jellies. "Ooooo...that's...that's incredible! It's so fruity!"

"Yep! Northern specialty I learned about, I can show you a recipe sometime later when I'm not working if you want? It's a real hit with kids."

"I'd like that, thank you."

"Speaking of...might I ask when you're due?" he asked with a glance at her belly while he tossed some meat and spices in a leather pouch.

"Probably a few months now."

"I see. I bet Spyro is real proud."

"Hehe...well, they're not his, we already have a clutch though."

"They're...not his?" He paused in his work. "I thought...only Spyro could father more eggs though?"

"It's...something the Matrons are working on."

She could see gears turning in his head. "Wait...are you the Matriarch the notice mentioned?" he asked in a low voice. Her hesitance didn't go unnoticed. "Don't worry, ma'am. I won't tell anyone. If you are her, your safety is my priority."

"Heh...well...yes. I am."

"And...you were able to get a guy virile again?"

"Seems so. We don't know yet if it has staying power."

"Amazing...maybe there's hope yet. I'm sorry, I'm just...a little shaken by the news. We came here in hopes of getting eggs, but my mate is having health problems. She's doing better after the move but...still not up to it yet."

A sympathetic small frown pulled at her lips. "Hope it's nothing serious..."

"War aftermath. The stress of hiding, surviving...just sheer uncertainty for years...it wears down the immune system. She catches almost every illness now, and they cling for weeks. I understand Spyro's Patriarch thing would guarantee she can conceive, but...it's the rest of her body that's not doing well."

"Awww... Now I feel bad."

"At this point she just wants to adopt a few eggs so she can be a mother while she heals up."

It clicked right there. "I...might have an idea. But I need to talk with the old ladies and my mate. You moved here right? Not just swinging by?"

He tilted his head at her, question gleaming in his oddly purple eyes. "Yeah? Oh, yes. My mate is a teacher, she's great with kids so she wants to help with the education foundation here."

"I think I'll be back sometime soon for more of those hearts if you have them available. Mind if I take a sample to Spyro and see if he'd be interested?"

He smirked. "I owe the purple hero a life debt. I think we all do. Here." Handing her a small pressed-leaf pouch with a candy in it, he sighed softly. "Give him my thanks, yeah? And thank you for everything you've done for us, Cynder, I truly mean that. Feel free to stop by anytime."

A little flutter of excited warmth sprinkled happy glitter through her chest. It was such a an odd feeling to her as she walked away to try to find Lonimba again.

"Hey, took you a while!" The stormy girl trotted over with a grin. "Enjoy it?"

"It's definitely weird, but oddly enjoyable yeah."

"I think my favorite from him so far was the pancreas fritters and kidney bloats."

"The wha?"

"He makes these delicately crispy fries with pancreas cuts, and puts kidneys on top bloated with gravy. You poke it with your claw to release the gravy, or just munch on it and let it explode in your mouth, but it's super tasty!"

"Huh. That does sound good. I'll have to try that later then! I'm headed back to the Temple. What're you to today?"

"I'd join you for another round with Spyro, but I'm meeting with a city planner arriving today to discuss some of those routes." Her wings cradled her belly still round and heavy from the previous day, a smile of lewd contentment crossing her muzzle with a blush. "It's...definitely interesting having this much cum though, been a workout just trying to do everyday tasks with a different balance."

The black dragoness smirked. "Oh don't I know. I had six eggs plus his cum, daily almost. It was...amazing~"

"Mmmph..." she groaned softly with repressed arousal. "Did you also feel...just...incredibly sexy?"

Cynder blushed, the silver scales under her eyes turning pink. "Oh so very much...and it definitely helped that the bigger I got with eggs, the more amorous he got."

"It's so weird...like, usually I just keep to myself, but with all this cum in me...I haven't felt like this before, but I saw some guys watching me and I kinda wanted to show off a bit? Is that something you get as well?"

"Kinda, sometimes, though I guess it's more like...happiness? that I can display my mate's love so openly yet discreetly at the same time? But yeah...that sexy feeling goes hard."

Lonimba purred softly as she lightly ground her tail against her slickening labial folds. The smooth ridges of her tail scales felt lovely rubbing against the softer pebbly scales of her vulva. "Bah, I shouldn't be getting so worked up when I have a meeting to see to...but I can't wait to know when I'm officially pregnant!"

"Should probably take another day or two, really, Spyro impregnated one of the Matron sisters and they could tell within...two days I think."

"That fast?!"

"Yeah! Something about his cum settles your heat really fast once you're impregnated, apparently."

"Awww...but I like being in heat, it makes the penis feel soooo much better when it's in me!"

"Stop by later and I'll have Spyro get that outta your system." With that and a playful blep she turned to head back up to the Temple, swaying her hips.

"She looks...different," she overheard someone faintly, an older voice.

"Whaddya mean?"

"Like...it's Cynder, but a different Cynder. The one I saw years ago was...vicious, angular and spiky. She has the same form, but...she's more...feminine."

"I don't get it."

"Well, ya never saw the Terror." Her pulse raced at that for a split second. "Freakish green glowing eyes, fangs that shredded flesh and scale, long claws...a nightmare, a living breathing nightmare! But the Cynder here? I'd bang her."

"Dude, that's Spyro's mate, don't talk about a hero like that."

"Meant no disrespect, opposite really. I could watch that ass all day."

She blushed, and felt a rush of conflicting emotions course through her. That mention of her past had her insecurities waging a war against her good mood, threatening to tear her down and send her skittering back to her nest to hide away from everyone. But, warring against that was that strange, fluttering gut sensation of showing off her body.

With a little trepidation masked by a rush of audacious pride, she lifted her tail a little as she walked, giving a bit more of a sway to her butt so whoever had been talking could see. As she rounded a corner, she felt that audacity turn into a bit of fear and a bit of embarrassed silliness.

The door to the chamber rolled open and Spyro trudged out, looking exhausted but quite pleased with himself, ten bellies full of cum and most of the girls fast asleep after several mind-blowing orgasms. One of the Matron sisters was sitting there waiting for him. "I see today's round went much better than expected?"

"Yeah...that was actually a lot of fun."

"I'm very happy to hear that, dear. Let's get you some food and a hot bath after that workout."

"Yes please..." he trailed off into a yawn. "Oof. Sorry. A hot bath sounds amazing I feel bad though, Cynder's gonna want me but I don't know if I can after all that..."

"We're well ahead of you, hun. One step at a time."

As he followed her, he couldn't help looking over her age-grayed scales, squinting in consideration, especially her belly being slightly bigger than he was used to. "Are you...the triplet I knocked up?"

"Why yes, I am, and I'm incredibly excited to have children again! Are you learning to differentiate us?"

"I think I am, but I feel a bit bad now for it because after all this time, we haven't even gotten your names or thought to ask."

"It is quite alright, dear. We actually don't have names."

He blanked at that, almost missing a stair as they descended to the lower heart of the Temple structure. "I'm sorry...what?"

"We don't have names. Well, not that we use much anymore. It is...a long story but it factors into how we collectively chose to become guides for families. Long story short, we were born as breeding slaves. We only had numbers, which changed between owners. But, not long into our slavery, we were freed. Moved on to other life aspects, had a few referential names..."

"But how do you refer to yourselves?"

"Amongst just us three? We just...know. That's an aspect I couldn't explain even if I had another three long lives to study it. But, we also share enough with each other that we are, essentially, one and the same for many of our dealings. That's why many just call us the Matrons. That is our definition. I don't think we need anything else, not this late in life."

"I was curious about that mateship with a hermaphrodite that was mentioned, couldn't remember if it was you or another."

"That would be my sister, yes, but what about the relationship?"

"I'm...a bit concerned." His softer troubled tone made her pause and turn back to him. "The twins...they're not gonna...y'know...die early?"

She frowned and looked away. "I...cannot answer that. That is a question for time itself to answer...life is a fickle thing. It truly is. Hermaphrodites are an unstable blend because the body is biologically hardwired to rely on male or female hormones, one or the other consistently throughout development across one's lifespan. The two will cancel each other out otherwise and stall critical developmental processes. Many are born sterile, or with only one functional set that governs their body growth. The hermaphrodite my sister married was a male-leaning type, though still expressing enough female characteristics to outwardly appear female, like the twins. Unfortunately, it results in a compromised immune system most of the time, and stunted growth, along with improperly timed organ developments as one ages. She outgrew her own organs and couldn't live without medical support...which was sadly lacking. The twins seem to be lucky in that they're avoiding certain development deficiencies, as their bodies are decidedly more female in many regards, but the possibility is there, if their testicles and other male parts don't stall out."

"That's scary..."

"It is. But like all health complications, we have no way of knowing what will go wrong or when exactly. All we can do is take what life gives us. Wishing we could be gods, try to change our nature, rebel against nature itself...well, you saw what happened to Malefor."

He shuddered at the mental image of that horrible, yellow-eyed face. "Yeah...but I can't help but wonder what my nature is."

"You are what you choose to be, Spyro, you more than any of us. As long as that choice comes from following your heart, and not your desires. You've done well so far. Stay on that path and you won't have to worry." Silence fell between them as they walked, until they came to a large door. He recognized this one, having helped install some of the water systems earlier. "Here we are. It's much different from when you were last here."

Through the heavy stone door, he found a spa area with ten large pools, all full of steaming water. The air was heavy with a wet mineral smell. He could feel the heat radiating with the humidity around him. "Whoa. Cynder's gonna love this."

"Indeed. I've advised her to take advantage of this soon to ease her soreness from the pregnancy. Choose a pool, I have some food on the way for you already."

"Thanks." He slipped into the nearest pool with a loud groan of discomfort against the sudden heat all over his body, his toes curling at the light hot sting against his balls and sheath, but soon enough it felt pleasant and he relaxed on a shelf, testing the surface with his paws. It was an unusual material, squishy yet still firm enough for him to easily keep his balance, and it cradled his bits quite nicely. Rolling into his side, he couldn't help letting his shaft slip free of its scaly pouch, lazily dangling over the edge of his underwater seat while his heavy nuts slid down over his thigh. There were some waterproofed pillows nearby, so he reached out and grabbed one to rest his head against, finding them to be quiet buoyant. "Mmmm...I could fall asleep here."

"I'd advise strongly against that."

"I know...but this feels so nice."

Cynder glanced into the main breeding chamber atrium and smirked when she spotted two familiar forms waiting for her. "Hey boys..." she churred, sauntering into the room. They both smiled and stood up, cocks hard and eager. "Oh, already at attention? I really do have properly trained guards."

"Always at the ready for the lady and lord."

"You don't have to call us that, you know. We're not royalty or nobility."

"Even so, it is part of our training after all."

"I guess I set myself up for that one didn't I?"

"Sure did." The younger Earthen brother chuckled. "So...this is still part of that virility testing?"

"Yep...and even better for you now that I'm further along with the eggs..." Lifting her tail as she turned and spread her legs, she blushed as she felt their eyes zeroing in on her dripping, slightly swollen cleft. "How better to see about jumpstarting your virility than for you to put your penis where it truly belongs~?"

"Yes ma'am," they both replied, then glanced uneasily at each other. "Um...you go first," Thraklor deferred to his older sibling.

"Heh. Alright." Readjusting the gold-trimmed blue sash draped around his neck and wings, he rolled his shoulders, his malehood already primed and ready for her. Berylsythe carefully covered her again, Cynder bracing herself eagerly and purring as his huge paws tenderly rubbed her growing gravid swell. That thick, blunt tip rubbed around under her tail, prodding at her holes until with a lewd moan from her it slipped into her wet slit, spreading her wide.

"Mmmph...that's a big one..."

"I'm sure you can handle it after your eggs?"

"Oh of course, just slow at first."

"Always. No sense in rushing." With that he started sawing his hips lightly, just teasing her tight entrance with his tip and the bumpy crown ringing it. "Is your ass still up for fun as well?"

Curling her tail around his hips, she glanced back with a sultry wink. "I'm tempted to say you two can mount my butt any time~"

"Careful, ma'am, Thraklor will definitely hold you to that."

"I welcome the challenge." She giggled, then moaned out again when he pressed in a bit deeper, gradually sliding in until his sheath kissed her folds. "Ooohhh yeah that feels great...cum inside me as much as you want!"

"Gladly," he grunted, gripping her hips and starting to thrust. Giving him a grin over her shoulder, she dipped her head to watch upside-down as his hefty balls swayed and plapped against her with his motions, making her shiver in delight with the stretch around his girth. No matter how many times she saw that, it was her favorite sight, a pair of heavy testicles swaying under her. She shivered and moaned softly, clenching on him and dribbling juices all over her crotch. Hopefully she could restore proper function to them with this. Reaching back under herself she giggled and cradled his jewels, phasing her claws so as not to hurt him, rubbing and kneading his orbs in their soft, scaly pouch. Berylsythe groaned over her and humped up more firmly into her snatch, making her squeak in pleasure and almost cum when he rubbed forcibly against her g-spot. Purring, she kept up her ministrations, then churred when she felt him thrust harder and throb heavily inside her tight grip.

"Yes...don't hold back...cum in me!"

He whimpered deeply over her, trying to draw it out, but it was a swiftly losing battle against his own body and within a few more thrusts he rammed up into her and groaned out, his balls pulling up tight behind his sheath while his length surged repeatedly inside her, hosing her depths with a fresh load of her favorite fluid. Standing over her, he couldn't help twitching and moaning softly while he emptied himself into her welcoming body. His huge paw moved down her belly to her netherlips stretched around his base, pulling his hips back just enough to gain clearance between his sheath and her slit, then started to rub her clit with his toepad. Cynder yowled out almost immediately and gushed all over his groin, splashing his legs, his balls, the floor under them, practically soaking him. "Whoa..." he grunted at the intensity of her orgasm, her walls milking his girth tightly. Panting and purring, the black dragoness quivered in place as she rode out her cresting pleasure.

"Oooohhh wow...that felt so good..." she muttered, then looked over her shoulder to smile at him. "You were pent up..."

"We don't get a lot of chances to unload here," he replied, still softly stroking her swollen nub. "But I think that's the hardest I've cummed in weeks..." Giving her belly and hips a rub, he slowly dismounted with a wet slurping noise of his thick cock leaving her tight grip. They both looked over to see Thraklor pretending to be on lookout, but his erection was angrily throbbing against his belly like a stone monolith. "Alright, relieved of duty."

"Still got enough to cum on me too?" he asked hopefully, Cynder giggling and wiggling her hips at him.

"Hope you don't mind the mess..."

"Ancestors, sloppy seconds is so hot..." he muttered as he moved over, giving her an affectionate lick over her tail. She quivered in anticipation, moaning cutely when he stood up and gripped her hips and slid himself into her depths. "Oooohhh fuck...your pussy is heaven..."

The door rolled open and one of the Matron sisters peeked in. "Ah, I see you're conducting more of your own experiments. Good."

"Were the tests...conclusive earlier?" Berylsythe asked nervously, his brother slowing his thrusts a little.

"There is a small amount of sperm recovery, but not much, not enough to truly make a difference. I expect Flame's level of success was by exposure to her fluids, as your brother's sperm activity was much greater as he was the one more directly exposed. It may also be vaginal activity, so...have at her, boys."

Not needing any further goading, Thraklor started pounding into Cynder, the black dragoness moaning lewdly and clawing at the floor in delight. It didn't take long for him to get her to her peak, A shaky moan escaping her and her hips and insides quaking against him while hot, heavy rushes of her fluids sprayed all over his lower body. He whined and gripped her hips, slamming up into her and throbbing hard. She could feel his cum spurting through her passage, a dim but still lovely sensation of pressure and warmth. "Oooohh wow..." she groaned, resting her chin on her paws and clenching herself teasingly on his cock. "Still got some left in you boys?"

"I could go another round..."

Her partner pulled out slowly with another slurping noise, a small splash of their mixed fluids hitting the floor, but he leaned in to lick up her sweeter juices from around her pussy, a deep purr rumbling in his throat as he did so. "Mmmm...ancestors, Cynder, your nectar is tasty..."

"Charmer," she giggled, stroking his neck with her tail. He made way for his brother, the slightly bigger male kissing her hips and nuzzling at her rear before mounting her and slipping his length back into her eager grip. "Mmmm, yeah, get up in me...cum all you want!"

"Hehe...I think right now it's more about getting _you_to cum, my lady," he murmured, holding her steady and settling into a good rough pace, his and balls slapping against her. Her tongue lolled out of her grinning mouth, eyes rolling up as she closed them to savor the blissful feeling of a nice thick cock in her needy nethers.

"There is some herbal water and some snacks for when you're finished," the old lady added, still keenly watching their session.

"Gonna...gonna need it...after this..." Cynder panted, bucking her hips into the hip-slapping thrusts lightly shaking her body. "Mmmmph yes..."

Beryl growled over her and gritted his teeth, then snarled and hilted into her, both of them groaning out in bliss as his balls settled up behind his sheath and his tail jerked. The hot rushes of cream into her finally set her off, Cynder gasping for breath as her body shuddered under him, wetting his crotch all over again. "Ooooohhh that's so good..." he rumbled, still lightly thrusting into her while he climaxed.

"Yesssss..." she hissed out.

"I so badly want to go again but my balls already hurt..."

"Awww, I'm sorry..."

"Not your fault. Okay, maybe kind of your fault for being so hot."

She blushed and giggled at that, drunk on euphoria. As he dismounted she rolled onto her side, her legs shaking a little. Thraklor moved over her and started licking around her again, lapping up her juices and purring to himself, then dove his tongue into her snatch, getting her to moan softly and roll onto her back more fully to give him better access to her loins. "Thought you were a butt guy," she teased.

"Gushing girls are the hottest thing in the world," he replied, then started rubbing her thighs while he went down on her, ringing her clit and vulva with his tongue and lips. She couldn't help humping off the floor a little to rub herself against him. After a few minutes of eating her out, he stood over her and smiled down at her while his cock sank home into her welcoming grip, his balls brushing along her tail. Not nearly as heavy as Spyro's, but she did still curl her tail a bit to brush against them with her scales. As eager as he was, he gave her a slow, deep thrusting pattern this time, making sure to fully hilt and press in to grind the entrance of his sheath against her clit some more, a gesture she enjoyed as she laid her head back and moaned loudly. Shifting his hips, he thrust a little harder on her g-spot, watching with a grin as she arched up under him and squirmed with a low yowl of pleasure. The rhythmic ripples of her orgasm around his cock, the heady scent of her nectar and the hot splashing against his loins, it sent him over his edge faster than he expected, roaring out and pulsing into her depths once more. Panting for breath, they held there for a bit, a strange look on his face.

"What's...what's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing's wrong...hf...the opposite really...just...hf...I never thought I'd be in this position...having sex with you so...freely, like this. It's mind-boggling."

"I just really hope it helps."

"I really hope so too..." He dismounted, pulling free very slowly, then backed down to give her gaping netherlips a kiss. Beryl brought over a bowl of cool water for her and she smiled in appreciation. The three fell quiet as they indulged in hydration and refueling, munching on roasted seasoned mushrooms and steak cuts.

"When you boys are free next," the Matron piped in as they finished up, "I'll need you to report to the lower labs for collection. Now that you've had direct vaginal intercourse and ample exposure to her fluids, we're anticipating seeing some significant progress...and Cynder, I presume you are up for continuing with them to see if they can reach Flame's previous virility levels?"

She nodded eagerly. "Of course!"

"Splendid!" Her admission also had them hard within seconds. "Now, boys, calm down, you don't have the production levels of Spyro."

"Can't help it, ma'am," Berylsythe replied with a smirk.

"Sadly, it is almost time for your next shift, so I advise you clean up quickly and hurry."

They both dipped their heads to Cynder. "Thank you, my lady, for the wonderful time and for hopefully helping us recover."

"I should be thanking you for helping with my arousal," she replied. They helped clean her up with some warm damp towels, then headed out, Cynder languishing a little longer and enjoying her afterglow relaxation and somewhat full belly before heading out herself. Lonimba was looking for her in the main chamber.

"Hey!"

"Hi!"

"You smell like sex, did you just...?"

Cynder giggled and nodded with a smirk. "The two portal guard brothers."

"You lucky."

"How did your meeting go?"

"Better than expected, and much more brief too. Now I've got nothing to do."

"Heh...well, I think Spyro is kinda KO'd right now, I haven't heard from him but he did have a lot of girls to breed this morning."

"Awwww...was hoping to get that sexy length to bulge my belly again..."

"Needy?"

"You have no idea...I'm just...I'm so excited to be getting pregnant!"

Cynder smiled softly, remembering the sheer joy she'd felt when they'd realized her first clutch. "I actually need to go to our home chamber and cool down a bit, but the Matrons should know where he is. I'd say hit them up."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just...a bit overwhelmed and exhausted. I did kinda just cum four times in a row..."

"Oh!"

"Yeah. Partly a reward for them being assigned as our security detail, and also partly an experiment with the Matrons to see if my body or my cum makes them recover virility."

"Yeah, go get your rest, I'll go bother them."

Back in their new cavern home, Cynder curled up with her eggs and sighed softly against them, nuzzling gently against the shells and hoping to feel them move again. "Can't wait to finally meet you," she whispered. "Please...don't make me wait to be a mother..." She doted on them for a while longer, hoping to feel them shift or hear them respond, but there was no activity. With a small sigh of disappointed longing, she gathered them into the incubator and slung it around her neck, going over to their little kitchen nook. "Let's see here...what am I hungry for...I should probably make Spyro a few treats too, they're likely giving him a lunch but I think some sweets are gonna be good for him." Breathing fire into the oven, she watched the coals take, fanning them lightly with her wings until they stayed good and hot.

Finely dicing some fruits and leaving them to soak up a bag of sugar, she got to work making a sweet, unleavened pastry dough attempt. Humming one of her abstract tunes to herself, she kneaded and folded the dough quite a few times. Bread wasn't something she made often, but it was rather meditative in a way. Honey and oil were folded in as well, giving it a layered effect. She cringed a bit at the stickyness all over her paws, but it didn't last much longer as she divvied up the pastry among some molded sheets from the Moles and then filled the cups with the sugared fruit dices. Taking some mint leaves, she made a small "roof" over the filling and covered them with the leftover dough, then put them into the oven and latched it shut. Her own personal meal was some cold cuts of venison and poultry, wrapped in this new strip of bacon she'd gotten from the market. Second-guessing herself, she undid the assembly and laid the meats out in smaller rolls, each with its own strip of bacon, and loaded the middles with some tubers and herbs before wrapping it back up and carefully pinning them closed with some toothpicks run through. Laying those in a tray, she brushed some herbed oil over them and sprinkled more spices, then popped that into the oven too. Grabbing some mushroom caps next, she steak-fry cut them, covered them in herbed and spiced oil, then slowly roasted them with her firebreath. Picking up a lengthy slice, she munched on it as a taste test.

"Mmmmmm~ that's so good...yeah, I think these are fine as is." Plating them, she moved over to their table and propped up the incubator on it, munching on her mushroom slice appetizer while her eyes roved the upper halves of the shells sitting there before her.

Spyro would probably be a while longer, if he was up for some fun with Lonimba. He probably would accept. It was hard to get him to say no when someone needed help. Then again, she knew all too well that pregnancy craving for dick.

It didn't take her very long to polish off that appetizer, but her meal and treats still needed a bit longer, so she got herself some chilled juice and then curled up in the nest again with the eggs. Not too long after she got settled, the door rolled open and she smiled at the sight of her mate entering. He looked tired, but quite pleased, for once. "Hey hun."

"Hey..." he yawned. "Smells wonderful in here."

"Dinner and snacks. Should be almost ready, if you wanna check for me?"

"Sure." He moved over to the oven and winced at the warm air gushing out at his face. "Oooohhhhh yum, that smells amazing! How do I tell if these are done though?"

"Should be a bit roasted or blackened at the edges of the meat, the pastries should be golden brown!"

"Oh! Time then!"

She moved over quickly and he watched as she breathed Shadow across her paw, forming pitch-black long claws. Grabbing the trays, she pulled them out and set them on the counter, then fanned her wings lightly to help cool the morsels, a wonderful scent and delightful crackling hiss of oils and roasted meat surfaces filling the kitchen. She smirked at the slight drool at the corner of his mouth. "Did you eat today?"

"Yeah but your cooking is way better!"

"Shameless suck-up," she teased, bapping his nose with her tail. "Go sit with the eggs while I finish these up."

There was a slight tension he was picking up from her, but he did as she asked, carefully arranging himself around the eggs and watching her shift around the kitchen. Dusting some sugar over the pastries, she added a bit to the meat wraps as well, using her Shadow claws to carefully pull the toothpicks out. Most of the rolls stayed intact, three of them unravelled. Clucking her tongue in disappointment, she plated five wraps and two pastries for each of them and sent the plates to the table with Shadow tendrils. With a few more flaps of her wings to cool them off, she brought them over to the nest. "Oh yum..." he growled, making her giggled and kiss his nose as she settled by him.

"Bet you're hungry after today's...'chores'."

"You have no idea."

"Have fun with Lonimba?"

"Yeah. She caught me on my way back from the spa so...I kinda...fucked her right there in the hallway..."

"You animal!" she laughed. "Getting bolder hmmm?"

"I guess. Just helps to have such fun company." Nipping at a meat roll, he chewed slowly, then purred and closed his eyes as he swallowed it. "Ohhhhh yeah that hits the spot...that's amazing..."

"Glad to hear it," she churred as she more daintily nipped at her own meal. He took a small bite of a pastry and grinned.

"You could totally sell something like this."

"Maybe I should. Maybe I should..."

They finished their meal in quiet, mulling over the flavors and enjoying the silent closeness together after their day. Cynder took their plates back and brought over some more of that citrus juice, Spyro gulping it down gratefully. "I really do think you could make a profession of culinary stuff, hun. I haven't dined with royalty but I bet this could give royal chefs a run for their money."

"Oh stop you dork," she laughed. "You're all the royalty I need...a royal pain in the ass."

"Well, I did breed you, so you're looking at six more of me most likely."

"Oh Ancestors no, I intend to give them at least some modicum of manners, Mister Swamp Boy."

He chuckled and purred, finishing his drink and then belching unexpectedly, his paw flying to his mouth. "Sorry..."

Cynder smirked, then chugged her drink. After a few moments of contemplative silence, her neck arched and she belched even louder, then gave him a proud smirk. He burst out laughing.

"Wha-wh-what was that about- HA! about manners?!"

"Hey, mom card, do as I say, not as I do!"

"You don't get to do that!" he laughed, bapping her shoulder. "You're supposed to lead by example!"

"Nah that's your job!"

They both laughed for a little while, calming down and butting ther heads together to share some loving nuzzling. Kissing the bridge of her muzzle, he caught her eyes with his, the two gazing at each other fondly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Will you marry me?"

"Of course I will. We need to get moving on that."

"Very soon, yeah. I'll ask the ladies about options...though we might have one lining up soon. I need details."

"Mmmm...well, I for one would like it catered if we can, I don't think I could cook for all who would want to attend."

"Are you wanting a big ceremony or something smaller, private...maybe even intimate?"

She smirked and purred. "What, are you asking to fuck me while we exchange vows or whatever it is?"

"Hey, that would be all up to you."

"We should commission Ember for tail rings or something."

Laying his paw over hers, he nuzzled at her nose. They fell silent for a while again, that tension from earlier welling up in her chest. She remained silent though, still processing that topic of officiating their union. "So...whatcha wanna talk about?" he muttered into her ear while nibbling her cheek. Cynder purred softly and rolled over against him, careful of her neck spines and wing blades. With her back against him, she rested her head and horns over his paws and nosed at his chest and neck.

"Still need to hear back from Flame and Ember but...unless the Matrons have a list of adoptive families for me already, which I've heard nothing about yet...I think I might've found someone to give these eggs to."

He pulled back slightly and nosed at her. "Weren't Flame and Ember wanting to keep yours and theirs?"

"It was still up in the air at the dinner. Realistically though...would they be able to? You know Ember. She's a total slut for her brother's cock. She wants a family with him so badly, but they might be moving into this a bit too fast. Literally. They're moving here, with only tentative job prospects, she has four eggs and I have four, that's eight kids while trying to get their shit straight."

"I know. But it's still their choice since Flame's the father."

"I know. But...my gut says they're gonna play it smarter than this after they consider the move. I'm just...logicking all this out, getting my thoughts out."

"So who's the new family?"

She held out her paw and produced that small leather bag of candied hearts, offering it to him. "Here, try one of these first."

With a curious head-tilt, he pried the little bag open, pulled out a candy and looked it over, sniffing at it. "The actual heck am I looking at?"

"Spyro just eat it, trust me."

Giving her a sidelong look and half-expecting some sort of prank from her, he slowly put it into his mouth and chewed, doing the same pause-chew she had earlier. "...Huuuuh. That's..." Gulping it down, he took another one and looked it over more closely. "What is this?"

"A candied poultry heart. There's a Fear dragon in the market that sells 'awful offals' I guess. He takes the unwanted or overlooked parts of animals and does them up as delicacies. He and his mate moved here so she can join the educational front for the kids but she's got...unmentioned problems so she can't conceive yet. If at all..."

"I see. So someone gives Cynder candies, they get to the top of the list for egg adoption."

"No!" she laughed, slapping him on the shoulder. "But it's just- everyone else here I know of is active and pregnant or on a list, and they're the first I've heard of that actually can't have eggs and I don't wanna make them have to wait on my womb for him to fill me up." She frowned a little and rubbed her belly. "I...kinda wish that superovitating thing would happen already. I feel kinda bad knowing I'm the only one other guys can have eggs with right now but I'm so time-gated on it."

Nuzzling at her neck, he sighed softly against her scales. "Give it time, hun...that's all we can do right now."

"I know...but it sucks." She fell quiet while he groomed her, his teeth nibbling and scratching pleasantly at her scales. "So...did you have fun?"

He blushed and nodded. "It was...a much better experience this time. You should try out the spa room when you can. It helped a lot afterwards."

"What did you do in there?"

"Well, I mean...I came in them?"

Shooting him a playful glare, she batted him with a wing. "Come ooonnnn...anything new? Something for us to try?"

"I mean...not really, unless you get some weird shadow clone ability so I can fuck you while eating you out while pawing you off."

"Oooo, that'd be fun!"

"For you maybe, I was terribly sore after that one." He stretched his wings and shook himself off a little. "Ow. They were all nobles from Anglapala. Matriarch grandmother and her descendants."

"Oooh, hope you made a good impression for our international connections."

"I'd like to think so. Given how blissed out they were after."

"Any first times?"

"Uh...yeah. Why?"

"No reason, just curious!"

"Yeah. One girl was a complete virgin. I did manage to get all the way into her though."

"You didn't hurt her, did you?"

Rubbing his neck awkwardly, he shook his head. "No...that's the weird thing. Some initial discomfort, but the Matrons said my Patriarch abilities were making it completely pleasurable for her. Something about pain inhibiting chances of pregnancy."

"Makes sense. Flame was focusing a lot on making me melt in pleasure when he knocked me up." Licking at his neck, she nuzzled at him. "Still...hung up about the breeding stuff?"

Looking down at the eggs cradled against her chest, he took a moment to figure his answer. "Not as much now, seeing so many girls happily pregnant. And I kinda liked today's format better than just the strict one-on-one...which is nice in its own way but I didn't like that gamble aspect of wondering what's behind each door."

"Mmmm...yeah, that makes sense. The group sex thing also puts peer pressure on the girls to behave and vie for your attention. Speaking of...how did you manage that? With what, eight girls or something?"

"There were ten."

"Oh!"

"Yeah. Their clan leader was the first, something about it being a cultural evaluation for suitors. Then the virgin girl...Liiara? No, Liiana. She was so desperate with her heat I had to sate her. Then the other girls wondered about order so, we made a small game of it. I'd turn around, they'd shuffle behind me, then I'd close my eyes and turn back around and just wander into one of them."

"Oooo! Sounds like all problems were figured out!"

"Yeah, up to the end where the last four were just too desperate to wait so...I just laid down on the floor and occupied them as best I could while they took turns on my penis."

Nipping playfully at him, she nuzzled up under his jaw, getting him to smile in exasperation and nuzzle back at her. "Do I get a turn on your wonderful penis too?"

"Of course you do." Pulling her into a kiss, they purred to each other, his paws roaming her body. "I did promise you after all. At least one load a day."

"Mmmm~" she churred against his mouth, nuzzling against his nose and giggling. "Spyro?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

Those three words never failed to make their hearts flutter. He smiled and groped her belly, nipping along her neck, making her shudder pleasantly. "Mmmm...maybe I can...jumpstart your superovi-thing...make you melt, keep cumming inside you...convince your body it's time to start making lots more eggs..."

"Guuuuhhhhh~" she groaned at the surge of lust that ripped through her at that idea. "You're so lewd~"

"So are you, my sexy night sky so full of little lives..."

She pulled away from him reluctantly. "One sec," she hissed, hurriedly bundling the eggs in a corner of the nest with plenty of furs to insulate them. Spyro shifted onto his side, revealing his throbbing maleness leaking pre against his belly. She turned back around from her little task and growled lustfully, then surged in, knocking him onto his back and snogging him passionately, lips and tongues wrestling, both dragons panting with their rising need, paws all over each others' bodies, hips gyrating as she ground her sopping wet nethers against his sheath. "Spyro..." she huffed against him, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him against herself.

"Yth?" he muttered against her lips, his paws grabbing her hips and mashing her down against the base of his cock, feeling her hot wet need.

"Fuck me...put more eggs in me..."

Needing no further encouragement, he growled at her request, a sound that sent shivers of need down her back, her arousal flaring. He grabbed her waist and lifted her up, his massive shaft pulsing and spurting against her, and with a long moan from them both he shoved her down onto his length, Cynder quaking on the verge of climax just from the penetration as that ridged and barbed cock sank through her tight passage, her even tighter cervix, up past the eggs in her womb and bulged her belly out under her chest. Without pause he held her tight and started thrusting up off the floor into her, the black dragoness leaning back and holding onto his legs for stability while he bounced her on his lap with deep, fast humps, her world a blaze of pleasure. Bleary green eyes watched through that murky haze of bliss as that bulge in her belly kept vanishing and reappearing with every rush of ecstasy. He watched with proud satisfaction as her face lit up with glee, then she arched back with a fire-spraying yowl, gushing all over his lap, her body convulsing repeatedly and her legs and wings shaking and squirming from the overload of orgasm flooding her. Pulling her down into a kiss, he clung to her body, still humping off the floor into her, hips slapping lewdly and splashing from her juices between them. She was so overcome from the suddenness of her climax, she melted against him, especially when he rolled her to the side slightly and then bit her shoulder, locking onto her with his jaw and a hearty growl of conquest, the poor black dragoness moaning and gasping for breath under his pleasurable assault. With a loud, low growl against her shoulder, her clung to her, holding her tight and curling his tail around hers. She could feel his balls shifting against her tail as they pulled up, the dark femme shivering with anticipating joy for a split second before that first heavy throb lurched his cock in her depths, her body giving in with another crash of ecstasy across her frame, her insides milking his length for every deliciously warm, creamy pulse jetting into her womb and swelling her belly against his. His hips bucked and his tail jerked against hers repeatedly, her middle growing rounder sideways between them with their impassioned embrace.

Coming down from his high, Spyro relinquished his grasp a bit and licked over the bite marks pressed into her scales, Cynder just happily purring between shaky panting breaths, her eyes glossy and her tongue hanging out with a doofy grin of satisfaction. Nuzzling at her neck, he disentangled from her and rolled her onto her front. She churred and shakily raised her hips, arching her tail while he got into position and mounted her from behind, his turgid length slipping right back into its home in her body, making a bit of a mess with displaced fluids oozing from her stretched, tight slit. Resting her head on the floor, she moaned adorably while he covered her, his wings mantling down around her for an all-body hug, one paw down for stability while the other stroked over her engorged belly, lightly pressing Flame's eggs against his shaft. His tail curled around hers again and he started to slowly, deeply thrust, pulling out of her cervix and almost out of her vagina entirely, then slowly but steadily pushing back in, his mate quivering under him as those ridged and barbs stroked all the right spots over and over. Still heaving to recover her breath, she smiled sidelong at him, Spyro smiling back and leaning down to groom the back of her neck while his hips went on autopilot. Back and forth they ground, slowly this time, the big breeder male letting his female feel every glorious inch of that malehood she loved so much. Pressing his sheath up against her labia, he teasingly ground himself against her to tickle her clit with his pendulous orbs, Cynder cooing happily and wiggling back to reciprocate.

A subtle noise caught their attention, Cynder's paranoia flashing to full force, head whipping up and almost skewering Spyro's face on her horn. He stopped his thrusting just in time for them to see one of the eggs shift and jerk and fall out of the furs swaddling the brood. "No!" she squeaked, a shaky paw lashing out in the egg's direction. Spyro couldn't pull out fast enough, but he felt something unusual surge through her. A line of fire flashed through the air and vanished, but the egg remained hovering just above the floor. Panting, this time from the adrenaline rush, Cynder gripped the air and the egg slowly rolled back up into the fur coverings. Holding her with one paw under her chest, Spyro shuffled them both over, awkwardly but effectively, letting her reach their brood and rearrange them much more securely this time, the two parents trading nuzzles over the shells. "Ancestors, that scared me!" she hissed, licking the egg in question.

"Already got a troublemaker," he replied, kissing her just under her horn. "Is it time already?"

"I don't think so? But it could be..." Leaning her head against the shell, they both held as still as they could, until she smiled and craned her neck back to look at him excitedly. "It's squeaking and moving!"

He leaned his head against the egg and heard a soft little burbling chirp, followed by what sounded like tiny claws raking along the inside of the shell. "Are you coming out, little one?" he asked, nosing at the egg. Cynder's whole body seized up on his dick as she silently squealed to herself.

"Ooooohh I hope so! I hope so!" The egg rocked again, the maroon shell bulging ever so slightly against its father's cheek, and one of the black-shelled siblings chirped in response and shifted too. Cynder nuzzled at them, moaning softly as Spyro resumed slowly rocking his hips into her. "Spyro, we shouldn't..."

"I can't help it," he replied, gritting his teeth. Instead of words, he showed his happiness to her by gripping her hips and rutting her hard and fast, Cynder squealing in bliss and soaking his thighs again with a sudden climax from his unexpected vigor. Primed from the slow, sensual fucking just minutes prior, it didn't take long for him to pop again, roaring out and spewing fire almost to the ceiling, his balls and tail pulsing with the rhythmic contractions of seeding her womb again. The two parents panted and heaved for breath, shakily collapsing by their brood, Cynder managing to undo the furs and bring the eggs to her chest again while her mate kept adding to the load in her belly.

"Well...that's...excitement to see them?" she asked, licking his cheek.

"Yes!" he whispered back, hugging her tightly and nuzzling into her. She churred and held their eggs, feeling a few of them shifting around against her.

"Is it time yet, babies? Please tell me it's time..."

Apparently they decided to edge their parents' anticipation instead, going quiet and still. With another frustrated sigh of longing, she nosed at the shells again. Spyro huffed and kissed her neck, rubbing her shoulder.

"Might be best they're not here yet, makes travel simpler..."

"Travel?" she asked, craning her neck to give him a sidelong questioning look.

"Yeah. It's not set in stone yet but Draksi-...Drakasi-...Lady Emeralda wanted to extend an invitation for us to visit the king and queen of Anglapala with her and her family. Receiving a royal blessing on their pregnancies."

Cynder stared at him in surprise for a few moments, a bit shocked at that revelation. "We'd...be meeting with actual royalty?"

"Yeah."

"When?"

"I don't know. I imagine royal appointments take a bit to arrange...that and they want to make completely sure that all the girls they sent are indeed pregnant."

"So...is that why they're here? Are we getting roped into politics with them?"

"I don't think so. I think it's more...well. Anglapala is apparently backing us and the breeding program for support, you saw the letter."

"Yeah..."

"It's probably more along the lines of getting us acquainted and them seeing who they're investing in, y'know? But...I did want to ask your input on that. Since it's not set in stone, I don't know when it'll occur. Would you be comfortable with meeting them, or...would you rather remain here under the reason of safety for yourself and our brood since their hatching could take place soon?"

Her gaze returned to the eggs, her mind spinning with considerations and self-doubts and various anxieties. "I...I don't know..."

"Something to think on. They're not gonna yank us away for at least a week, I'd imagine. Even with my cum settling their heat faster than normal, there's still other tests to run and such according to the old ladies."

"Alright..." She licked his cheek. "Thanks for the heads up at least. I really do appreciate that."

"I know you. You need it." Kissing her cheek, they both settled to stare at their eggs until Cynder started snoring.