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Spyro the Purple Dragon, Hero of Warfang and Saviour of the World, stood on a balcony at the Dragon Temple, looking down at the moonlit streets of Warfang, and sighed.

The past several weeks had been busy, to say the least; when he’d finally made his way back to the city after defeating Malefor for good and literally saving the world, stopping it from collapsing in on itself, many buildings were damaged, if not outright levelled. Thankfully, most of the people had survived and were in the midst of rebuilding when he showed up.

Everyone had celebrated his return, but Spyro wasn’t willing to sit idly by. He wasted no time in helping with reconstruction efforts, either by physically helping people with construction, or signing off on whatever paperwork was needed to approve said reconstruction. These days, it was usually more of the latter, the purple dragon stuck in the Dragon Temple for most of the day thanks to the sheer amount of bureaucracy he had to work through.

At least the rest of the Guardians had survived along with the general populace, and were doing all they could to help him out. However, even with that, there was still enough leftover to give Spyro a headache when he looked at it stacked up. At least he had some more help with all the documents.

As if on cue, he heard the door to his room open. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw the form of a slender black dragoness walk in and close the door behind her. Cynder then joined him on the balcony, standing next to him and craning her head up.

“You’re back early,” she commented to him.

“I could say the same for you,” he replied.

“Guess we both got a break tonight, huh?”

“Yeah, and by the Ancestors am I glad for that!” Spyro exclaimed.

“Same here,” Cynder chuckled, before turning her gaze toward the night sky.

As stressful as things had been for Spyro, he couldn’t imagine what Cynder felt. When he’d returned to Warfang, Cynder by his side, there’d been much jubilation, but it had been tempered by whispers and glares aimed at the black dragoness, memories of the Terror of the Skies still fresh in their minds. No one could deny she had definitely changed, nor that she clearly had the trust of the Hero of Warfang, not to mention the three remaining Guardians. That didn’t stop some dragons from giving her baleful looks and muttering behind her back.

It wasn’t anything Cynder hadn’t expected, and it had only stiffened her resolve to work to gain everyone’s trust. She’d thrown herself into her work, same as Spyro, helping everyone rebuild their homes, or else helping Spyro with all the paperwork, which the purple dragon appreciated. Little by little, people began to trust her more, letting her help out less grudgingly. There were still some unfriendly glances and rumours, but it was progress, and her determination was much better than the attitude she had before.

He looked at her, appreciating her sleek form that was nonetheless… curved, in the right places (he had to fight down a blush there), and the way she seemed to almost glow in the moonlight, her black scales reflecting it so mesmerisingly.

As he took the sight of her in, Spyro’s mind wandered back, to their journey to rediscover civilisation after waking up outside the ruins of Malefor’s lair.

It was night, a campfire lit, when Cynder had confessed the fears and guilt she still had after he’d asked why she’d been acting so melancholic up to that point, saying that anyone would be right in distrusting, even hating her, for what she had done, despite all her efforts to atone for it, that even now, she felt unworthy of their trust.

It had started out a bit snappishly on Cynder’s part, which Spyro was used to, but the further along she got, the more her voice broke, until it became clear she was on the verge of tears near the end.

Spyro was quick to put a stop to that way of thinking, passionately stating that none of them knew what she had gone through, how she had truly become a better dragon through it all, the bravery she’d had in standing up to her former master, and how he couldn’t have defeated Malefor without her, among other things. That he knew, above all else, that he trusted her, and even—

Spyro cut himself off then, not wanting to reveal what he felt too soon, lest he push her away instead. It didn’t matter if he might or might not have heard her say three certain words to him, back at Malefor’s lair, he didn’t want to risk it unless he was extra certain. Cynder had only looked at him and smiled, saying, “You… always know the best thing to say to me, even when I don’t do the same for you…” She’d taken a deep breath, and continued, “I guess that’s just one reason I love you.”

Spyro’s breath caught in his chest. “You… you love me?”

“I’ve felt this way about you for… a while now,” Cynder admitted, “just… there never seemed a good time to confess it to you, what with Malefor’s schemes, and the world literally ending…”

Spyro just sat there in stunned silence, which Cynder seemed to take badly, as she hurriedly added on, “I just thought I should let you know, it’s– it’s fine if you don’t—”

“No, no, it’s alright… just caught off guard, is all,” the Purple Dragon quickly assured her, before breathing in and continuing, “Truth is, I… I love you too, Cynder. Loved you for a good while too, actually.”

“You… you’re serious?”

They’d both been ecstatic to learn they returned each other’s feelings; they’d gone on a joyful flight from the sheer joy they felt, and had a passionate make-out session after. That night, they’d gone to sleep that night wrapped tightly in each other’s embrace, a silent promise that they’d be there for each other no matter what. As mates, it was nothing less than they deserved.

The Purple Dragon was brought back to the present when Cynder broke the silence.

“Beautiful night out.”

The black dragoness was looking up at the sky, and Spyro couldn’t deny it was beautiful; the stars were bright and many, while the moon glowed gently upon the land below, bathing Warfang’s cityscape with silver light that was undeniably mesmerising.

“Yeah,” Spyro agreed, even as he privately thought there was something, or rather some one else that was just as, if not more beautiful than that. Cynder didn’t need to know that, though.

The two dragons stood there in companionable silence for a while, indulging in the view before them, with the purple stealing glances at Cynder every now and then, admiring the way she looked with moonlight illuminating her features.

Eventually, the black dragoness turned to him and said, “You know, we managed to get off work pretty early tonight…”

“Yeah, we did.”

“Have anything to do in mind?”

Spyro hummed in consideration. “Honestly, I kind of just want to catch up on my sleep. Who knew signing stacks of forms all day would be this tiring?”

“Sleep, huh…” Cynder muttered, the dragoness looking lost in thought.

“What is it?” the Purple Dragon asked.

“I think I have an idea…” she said, grinning at him.

“Oh?”

She responded by turning around and heading to the bed, gesturing with her tail to follow. Spyro shrugged and headed after her. He knew he could trust her with anything, and he was definitely intrigued by what Cynder had in store for him.

When they got to the bed, Cynder turned to him and said, “You first.”

Spyro went along with it, climbing up and laying down. “What now?”

“Now,” Cynder said, climbing after him and positioning her body directly over his, looking at him straight in the eyes, her eyes reflecting a glint of something like… anticipation? She went on, “comes the fun part.”

Without warning, the black dragoness pressed her maw against his. For the first few moments, Spyro was stiff, his eyes blown open with shock, but he quickly recovered, returning his mate’s kisses with his own, pressing his tongue against hers. Spyro didn’t think she’d been this forward with him before, but he supposed it was understandable, given how busy they’d both been ever since they got back to Warfang, never having enough time or energy to really be together, despite being mates now. He could forgive Cynder being a bit pent up for affection.

Things started to go in a rather unexpected direction, however, when Cynder broke off her kiss, then moving her maw against his sensitive neck scales and slowly licking them, making Spyro shudder from the sensation.

“C-Cynder,” he stuttered out, “w-what–”

“Shhh,” she said, “just relax, love…”

She carried on, now running her tongue along his chest and stomach, while rubbing her paws up and down his torso, looking pleased at how her mate shook, squirmed and gasped at her ministrations. When she got low enough, she stopped at the final goal of all her ventures.

She took a moment to exchange a look with Spyro, the purple dragon looking down at her with a blush clearly visible on his face. Cynder only gave him a sly grin, before bending her head down and licking his slit; the surprised gasp from him only made her lick that much harder, trying to coax out the treasure she knew laid within.

It didn’t take long before she got what she wanted, the purple dragon’s drakehood rising out of its sheath in all its glory. When Spyro was fully erect, Cynder took a moment to admire it in awe, and in lust.

“You got up pretty quickly,” Cynder teased, flashing him a seductive look that had him even more flustered than before. “Pretty big too.”

“I’ve been busy…” Spyro muttered.

“We’ve both been,” Cynder agreed, “but now that we have all this time to ourselves… I think we should finally work on… redefining our relationship.”

“R-redefining?” Spyro asked breathlessly.

“You didn’t think I went through all that effort for nothing, did you? I want to be more than mates in name, you know.” Cynder chuckled. “Besides… I think it’s clear we both want this…”

Spyro didn’t answer for a few moments, only stuttering and blushing, before he managed to stammer out, “I’ve… never done this before…”

“Me neither,” Cynder admitted, “but we have each other to change that, don’t we?”

When Spyro could only manage a shy silence, the black dragoness reassured him, “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you, for both our sakes.”

After a few more seconds of thinking, the purple dragon wordlessly nodded to her. Grinning, Cynder got right into it.

She first wrapped her maw around her mate’s length, taking care to keep her sharp teeth away from the precious flesh, while wrapping her tongue around the entire shaft, as well as stroking the exposed bottom half of Spyro’s cock with one of her paws. Gradually, she pushed her maw down, taking more and more of the purple dragon’s length into her mouth, until finally, she found herself being hilted, her maw now pressed against Spyro’s underscales.

The whole time this was happening, Spyro had instinctively grabbed onto Cynder’s horns, the pleasure from being sucked off for the first time making him desperate for something to anchor onto, though he avoided using his grasp to push her down further, not wanting to hurt her; still, Cynder had gotten all of him inside her mouth, and the feeling was incredible, to say the least, Spyro throwing his head back to moan louder than before.

“Sweet Ancestors, Cynder, when did you… get this good?” he panted, looking down at his mate, his cock stuffed in her mouth. The only response the dragoness could give was a sultry wink, before she started moving her head back, making sure to keep licking his length as she did so.

When she only had the tip in her mouth, she stopped and swirled her tongue all over his sensitive head, making Spyro shake and moan from how intense it felt.

“F-fuck…”

Satisfied with that reaction, the black dragoness slowly began to work her mouth back down to the base of Spyro’s dick, making sure to tease him with her tongue all the while, and enjoying how her mate shuddered and moaned softly.

Cynder established a pattern then, slowly moving her head back and forth, wrapping her warm and moist maw completely around Spyro’s length, using her tongue as best she could to amplify what Spyro was feeling, before picking up speed once she felt like Spyro had gotten used to the slower pace. The end result was a purple dragon who couldn’t stop shaking and moaning out her name, the grip on her horns becoming increasingly tight. Cynder didn’t mind; it meant she was doing a good job, after all.

However, when Spyro cried out a warning, that he was getting close, the black dragoness quickly pulled her head back, though not without teasing him one more time by making a popping motion with her maw around the tip of his cock, and giving him a nice, slow lick along his whole length.

“Why… why did you stop…” he asked her, whining with disappointment and squirming from the teasing. Cynder could only smile at his reaction.

“As much as I enjoyed all that, we’re just getting started,” Cynder replied. “Can’t have you losing it too early, right?”

“What are you going to do?” Spyro asked, still catching his breath.

“How about,” Cynder breathed seductively, moving to align her hips with his, and Spyro gulped, “I show you?”

It took a few more moments for her to place her body just right, but when she did, when she felt her mate’s tip poking at her entrance, Cynder paused and took a deep breath; she hadn’t done this before, and she could only hope it didn’t hurt too much, nor that Spyro wouldn’t be completely disappointed with her if she messed up.

Steeling herself, the black dragoness slowly lowered her hips onto the erect drakehood beneath her, letting the hard flesh penetrate her virgin folds.

The sensations she felt were all new to her, the black dragoness unable to describe it; initially, there was pain, yes, and it was an unfamiliar kind of pain, not that she enjoyed it, grimacing and panting from it. As she went on, however, the pain gradually faded away, until it was almost completely buried by other, much more pleasurable feelings, and Cynder couldn’t help but throw her head back and moan, her body already shaking from the intensity of it all.

Meanwhile, Spyro was in an almost trance-like state, the feeling of his mate’s tight folds all over his shaft giving him unprecedented pleasure, the purple dragon moaning lustfully as his forepaws found themselves now tightly holding on to Cynder’s hips, her generous curves making it easy for him to hold onto her.

He took a glance up, looking at her expression, and grew concerned at the apparent grimace on her face.

“Are– are you alright?” he asked worriedly.

“I’m fine,” Cynder huffed. “Just let me…”

“Cynder, I don’t want you hurting yourself–”

“I told you I’m fine,” the black dragoness snapped, before drawing a breath. “Sorry… but, I can handle it, Spyro, trust me.”

The purple dragon didn’t quite believe her, but the dragoness gave him no time to answer, continuing to push her hips down on him and making him cut himself off with a moan. Nothing worked better as a distraction than an exquisitely beautiful dragoness going down on you, who knew?

For the next few minutes, Cynder slowly, and slightly painfully, moved her way down along her mate’s shaft, panting and gasping at everything she was feeling, the deeper she went, new sensations flooding through her like a constant barrage of stimulation, until finally, she was completely hilted, the purple dragon’s cock fully inside her.

Groaning in relief, Cynder paused to catch her breath and regain some composure.

“Are you alright now?” Spyro, bless his heart, asked her again, concern evident in his voice.

“Yeah, just… need to get used to this,” Cynder grunted.

They stayed like that for a while, neither dragon moving, simply content to look into each other’s eyes, both dragons more than a little taken with the beauty reflected within them. Eventually, Cynder couldn’t take it anymore, and leaned in, pressing her maw against Spyro’s. Despite the surprise, he quickly rallied, and they found themselves passionately making out, their tongues swirling together and the heat in their bodies rising with their arousal.

They finally broke off their deep kiss with a gasp, a string of saliva between them, both catching their breath.

“You ready, dear?” Cynder asked cheekily.

“Never been more ready,” Spyro replied. “What about you? You feel alright?”

“I feel much better now,” she reassured him. “In fact, I think I’m about to feel much better really soon.”

With that, she started to move, lifting her hips up, then, when only the tip of Spyro’s drakehood was in her, she dropped her hips back down, the dragoness’s slit so wet that she easily slid down.

“Sweet… Ancestors,” Spyro moaned out. “It feels… so good…”

Cynder didn’t say anything, focusing on keeping up the pace she’d set, slowly and gently lifting her hips up and down, feeling each and every twitch and throb of the member inside her, even as her own body seemed to flex in time with the small yet noticeable movements. It was all she could do to not moan so loud even the city below could hear her.

Spyro wasn’t doing much better, the purple dragon becoming lost in all the waves of pleasure sparking through him like lightning, except it was much, much more enjoyable than that. He felt like he couldn’t get enough, his body, his instincts yelling at him to start rutting the dragoness above him with reckless abandon, as he felt Cynder’s womb flexing and pulsing all around his drakehood.

But he held himself back; he didn’t want to hurt Cynder in any way, and just slamming his hips into hers when they’d only just started felt like a jerk move, too. Besides, Spyro actually wanted to… savour it, enjoy it all for as long as he could, make it feel special . He didn’t mind if Cynder started slow, especially since they had the rest of the night to look forward to.

Cynder continued to ride him, slowly picking up the pace the more she got used to having a dick inside her, the sound of their hips meeting getting louder and louder, same with the moans she was making. Spyro wasn’t doing much better, the purple dragon struggling to think coherently as all the pleasure Cynder was giving him threatened to overwhelm him. He didn’t want things to end so quickly, but it was becoming an increasingly difficult task as the friction between him and Cynder grew and aroused him more and more. It was all he could do to hold back from climaxing too soon, his grip on his mate’s hips tightening as he tried to anchor himself.

“Ancestors…” Spyro growled. “You’re… doing great, love…”

“I do my best,” Cynder grunted back, moaning as she sank back onto his shaft. “This feels incredible…”

Spyro would have thanked her for that compliment, if he hadn’t been moaning with her, the black dragoness’s folds enveloping his length and sending another wave of sweet, sweet pleasure through his body, making him buck his hips up and pushing himself deeper inside Cynder.

Cynder’s gasp snapped Spyro out of it, and the purple dragon looked up at her a little guiltily.

“S-sorry–”

“Don’t be,” Cynder said huskily. “In fact, why don’t you do that again?”

She slammed herself down again, and Spyro couldn’t help but do what she asked, shooting his hips up in time with hers, and Cynder moaned loudly.

“Oh, yes, just like that, Spyro!” she cried out.

Spyro happily obliged her, thrusting himself up as she moved downwards. The first few times, they messed up the timing, and it didn’t feel as good as it could have been. They quickly managed to synchronise their rhythms, however, and soon, they were feeling pleasure far that was far more intense than before, especially for Cynder, the dragoness throwing her head back to moan as Spyro thrust himself deep inside her, consistently slamming against something inside her that had her shuddering, her eyes rolling back from how good it felt. She simply couldn’t get enough of it.

Spyro, on the other paw, was doing his best to keep up with Cynder, making sure to move his hips at that certain angle that had his mate lustily moaning out. All the movements he was doing made him more aroused too, Cynder’s tight folds gripping his cock with a vengeance each time he hit his mate’s sweet spot, as if trying to milk him for all he was worth; and it was working.

The purple dragon was trying his best to make sure he didn’t cum too quickly, but the way his lover’s body insatiably kept trying to bring him over the edge was making it more and more of a challenge. At one point, Spyro resorted to closing his eyes and trying to think about something that wasn’t fucking his incredibly beautiful mate, but Cynder put a stop to that.

“Look at me, Spyro.”

The tone in her voice was something he couldn’t ignore, especially when she stopped moving and left him feeling frustrated from the lack of stimulation. Reluctantly, he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Cynder’s emerald eyes.

“That’s it…” Cynder purred. “Just keep your eyes on me…”

She started moving again, thank the Ancestors, and Spyro continued looking into her eyes, as she’d commanded. Soon, he found himself lost in the beauty of her eyes, how they glittered in the moonlight… and the lust that was reflected from them.

Spyro kept his eyes on hers, even as Cynder started moving faster, her moans becoming louder as well, and her pussy seemed to ramp up its efforts to make him cum. He kept his eyes on hers, enjoying the beauty of them… and maybe because it was easier to not cum without looking at how their hips slammed together, and seeing just how much of Cynder’s juices coated his shaft. It was still a close thing, though.

Cynder kept going at it, bouncing her hips up and down with abandon, simply enjoying the feel of Spyro’s cock inside her. It was heavenly, to say the least, and she almost wished it wouldn’t end. However, all dragons had their limits, and Cynder, despite her history, was definitely no exception.

“Spyro, I’m... getting close,” she moaned out breathlessly.

“Me too,” the purple dragon grunted.

“Let’s… cum together, then.”

Cynder, without warning, began to speed up again, her hips moving so fast that they slammed against Spyro’s own with an audible “plap”, almost as loud as her moaning out Spyro’s name.

Spyro could only hang on, his drakehood barely holding on amidst the onslaught of Cynder’s folds stroking them so quickly, the friction from it threatening to send him over the edge too soon. It was only through sheer will that he was able to keep himself from doing just that. Still, he couldn’t hold on forever, not when Cynder was fucking him so enthusiastically.

The purple dragon flashed back to his lessons with the Guardians; specifically, the ones about… sex. It had been incredibly embarrassing for him at the time (though not as much as it would have been if he’d actually been in love with Cynder then), but Spyro tried to rack his memories for something, anything, the Guardians had told him about female anatomy. He struck upon a particular memory of Cyrus covering something called the… clitoris? Or clit, for short. And how it felt extremely good for females when it was touched. Now he just needed to find it.

Spyro risked a glance downwards, where he saw the way he and Cynder’s hips “plapped” together, the deluge of fluids from Cynder that coated his cock. It was almost enough to send him into climax, right there and then, but Spyro quickly halted that line of thinking, instead looking for where this “clitoris” might be, and his eyes drifted onto a small protrusion at the top of Cynder’s hole.

‘Could it be? I guess there’s only one way to find out.’

Moving one of his paws from Cynder’s hips, Spyro tentatively pressed a talon against what he thought to be the clitoris. The effect was immediate; the black dragoness stiffened up, before crying out in pleasure, her wings even flexing out from it.

“Oh, yes, right there!”

‘Think I found it.’

Capitalising on this newfound knowledge, Spyro began to relentlessly rub a talon against Cynder’s clit, making the black dragoness shake and moan even more. The downside of that was, it also made her move far more quickly, which made Spyro’s own climax build up even faster.

It almost felt like a race now, the two dragons trying to get the other to cum first, with both of their orgasms rapidly approaching. It wouldn’t be long before one of them finally broke under all the pressure. And one of them did.

“A-ah, Cynder–!”

Spyro couldn’t get more words out before his body was wracked by one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had, his back arching and hips slamming upwards into Cynder’s as he shot numerous ropes of pent up dragon seed deep inside Cynder’s womb.

Thankfully, Spyro didn’t need to worry much about leaving Cynder on the edge, as the black dragoness, feeling her mate’s cum coat her insides, and his cock throbbing hard inside her, along with the constant stimulation of her most sensitive part, climaxed a few moments after Spyro, throwing her head back and letting out a long, loud and lustful moan as she instinctively rode Spyro through her orgasm, an orgasm that was probably the most intense in her own life.

After they’d both come down from their respective highs, the two dragons slowly lay down, Spyro’s length still stuffed inside Cynder’s own hole, before wrapping their wings and forelegs around each other, content to cuddle in the afterglow.

After a few minutes of pleasant silence, Spyro broke it by saying, “That was… honestly, that was amazing… I think I really needed that.”

“You’re welcome,” Cynder giggled. “And yeah, I think I needed that too.”

“I… don’t mind doing this more often, you know…” Spyro shyly admitted

“I’m glad to hear it,” Cynder smiled at him. “But… I think we should wait until tomorrow, I’m a little exhausted after all that.”

“Same here,” Spyro agreed, before taking on a sheepish look.

“What’s wrong?” the black dragoness asked.

“Nothing, just… wanted to say this…” Spyro tilted his head up to look her straight in the eyes. “I love you.”

Cynder’s eyes softened. “I love you too,” she said warmly.

Smiling at each other, the two dragons slowly closed their eyes, wrapped in each other’s warm embrace, and drifted off to sleep, where their dreams would give them a tantalising taste of what was to come for them in the future; dreams that were incredibly salacious and erotic in every sense of the word, and that had them both looking forward to making those dreams a reality…

So it was that Spyro, the Purple Dragon, Hero of Warfang, and Saviour of the World, and Cynder, the Black Dragoness, former Terror of the Skies, and Hero in her own right, became true mates, solidifying their love for years to come.