Impregnating a New Era - Commission for Redfang000
Story by Nightdraklin on SoFurry
When Spyra and Cynder had a certain predicament about finding a good mate to bear their young, they turned to someone who they thought to be worthy of impregnating them.
And that someone turns out to be a lot older than them.
The soft rustling of pages filled the air as magical books floated in slow, steady motion, their contents shifting and flipping at various speeds. The only other sound was the gentle hum of the giant hourglass in the center of the room, its endless cycle marking the passage of time.
Before it, a bright blue dragon stood, his keen eyes fixed on the massive book before him. Words appeared on its pages as he read, forming and unfolding like whispers of history being written in real-time. Above him, countless floating books absorbed the newly formed text, their pages filling with knowledge as he continued to read.
That blue dragon was none other than Ignitus, the former Fire Guardian—now the Chronicler of the new era.
Though it was his duty to record history, his mind often drifted elsewhere. Even after all this time, he still found it difficult to grasp how much his life had changed. It felt like only yesterday he had stood within the grand halls of the temple, surrounded by his fellow Guardians and watching over his young protégés, Spyra and Cynder.
A faint smile touched his lips as those memories resurfaced. Their training, their struggles, and their final battle against Malefor still burned vividly in his mind, as if carved into his very soul.
But now, those days were behind him. The temple, his comrades, the life he had once known, all were part of a past that could never return. Now, he stood alone in the White Isle, surrounded by floating tomes imbued with magic, each containing the recorded history of dragonkind. The weight of his new role pressed heavily upon him, an honor laced with solitude.
He exhaled slowly, flipping a page in the massive book before him.
"How Orion managed to do this for centuries still eludes me," He muttered, watching as another book drifted toward him, its blank pages shimmering as they began filling with words.
Orion—the previous Chronicler. The first dragon to ever hold this title. The first dragon to exist at the same time as Malefor.
Ignitus had learned much about his predecessor, including the fact that Malefor, long before his corruption, had once been an innocent, idealistic dragon, aspiring to bring peace to dragonkind under the guidance of the first generation of Guardians. A time when he had been just another pupil, no different from Spyra or Cynder.
But something had changed. Something had twisted that noble dream into the nightmare that nearly destroyed the world.
As Ignitus finished recording the latest entry, another book floated toward him. Unlike the others, its pages remained blank as he opened the cover. But just as he did, a sharp tingle of magic rippled through the air, followed by a sensation he had not felt in ages, an unwelcome presence.
His expression darkened.
"The barrier has been activated," He murmured, eyes narrowing. "Only those who already know how to enter the White Isle should be able to pass… but why? It's supposed to be sealed."
Without hesitation, he abandoned his work and strode toward the entrance. The White Isle’s enchanted halls shifted around him as he moved, realigning themselves according to the will of the previous Chronicler’s magic, allowing him to reach his destination in mere moments.
He arrived just in time.
Standing tall before the entrance, Ignitus waited, his ornaments swaying slightly with each breath. His keen gaze locked onto two figures soaring above the enchanted waters of the Isle—two familiar silhouettes cutting through the sky.
As the two draconic silhouettes drew closer, their forms gradually sharpened in Ignitus’ vision. His breath hitched. His eyes widened—disbelief clashed with the warmth of joy spreading through his chest, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
The figures descended, their scales catching the glow of the enchanted crystals embedded in the cavern’s ceiling. The soft luminescence reflected off their bodies, accentuating their regal forms with an ethereal brilliance.
The first to land was a striking dragoness cloaked in royal purple, her golden underbelly gleaming like polished metal. Her horns, claws, and tail blade shimmered under the light, each movement revealing the toned definition of her muscles, proof of countless battles and relentless training. Her violet eyes locked onto Ignitus, carrying an emotion so deep, so familiar, that it sent a pang of nostalgia through his heart.
Beside her, a second dragoness touched down with practiced grace. Shadows draped over her sleek black form, broken only by the deep red of her underbelly and the pristine white of her horns, claws, and twin tail blades.
A metallic gray collar, as if seamlessly fused to her body, rested snugly around her neck. Unlike her companion’s powerful build, she was slender and agile, her frame designed for speed and precision. Her emerald-green eyes flickered with awe as they swept across the chamber, taking in the vast collection of ancient tomes and floating artifacts before finally settling on Ignitus.
A smile curled at her lips.
"Spyra? Cynder?"
The words had barely left Ignitus' lips before his body moved on instinct. He surged forward, closing the distance in a heartbeat. The two dragonesses barely had time to react before he wrapped them both in a firm, heartfelt embrace. His wings curled around them protectively, his warmth radiating through their scales, and his tail instinctively coiled around his own leg—a gesture of restraint against the overwhelming emotions coursing through him.
For so long, he had lived without a touch as familiar and comforting as this. That warmth—the kind he thought lost to time—had returned, rekindling something deep within him.
"I—I can't believe it… You two…" He struggled to find the words, his voice thick with emotion. "It’s… it’s truly good to see you again, young ones."
But as he pulled back, his golden eyes swept over their faces, taking in how much they had changed. Their features were sharper, more beautiful, and their presence carried a confidence that only time and experience could forge. He chuckled, shaking his head as realization set in.
"Actually… I suppose I should say dragonesses?"
The correction felt strange on his tongue, awkward and unfamiliar. It didn’t sound right—not after years of calling them his young ones. But calling them that now no longer fit either.
Spyra and Cynder exchanged amused glances before bursting into laughter. The sound was light, genuine, and for the first time in what felt like ages, Ignitus found himself laughing too.
Their shared joy echoed through the chamber, carrying with it memories of the past—of lessons, battles, and the unbreakable bond they had forged.
As the moment of mirth faded, Ignitus gestured for them to follow. "Come," he said warmly, "let’s continue this reunion over tea. I imagine you two have much to share."
The trio made their way deeper into the vast halls of the White Isle, where Ignitus would occasionally retreat for what little rest he allowed himself. Even as they walked, Cynder’s emerald gaze flickered in every direction, filled with wonder.
She watched as ancient magical constructs floated gracefully through the air, weaving in and out of one another in a mesmerizing, rhythmic dance. A low, enchanting hum resonated from them, as if they carried echoes of Avalar’s very essence.
The shifting doors intrigued her the most. They moved seamlessly in response to Ignitus’ will, rearranging themselves with an elegance that only centuries of refined magic could achieve.
"First time seeing it?" Spyra nudged Cynder who only nodded as they kept following the Guardian. "Trust me, it gets better further ahead."
"Right… I almost forgot you visited the old Chronicler when you were still just a dragonet," Ignitus mused, his voice laced with nostalgia. He recalled the moment he had made the decision—against his better judgment—to send Spyra on that perilous journey as a child. Even now, the memory unsettled him.
"You have no idea how afraid I was when I sent you to those dangerous places," he admitted, his golden eyes distant. "It still makes me wonder if I truly did the right thing as a Guardian… or if I was simply sending you into something no child should have faced."
Noticing the shadow of doubt crossing Ignitus’ face, Spyra gently nudged him with her wing, her touch warm and reassuring.
"Hey, we were young, and we knew the risks," she reminded him with a soft smile. "But you gave us the confidence to push forward, even when things got rough. That’s something I’ll always be grateful for. Besides," she added, glancing at Cynder with a teasing smirk, "If it weren’t for the Chronicler, I never would’ve found my best friend."
Cynder, who had been silently listening, blushed at the memory of her past mistakes—the reckless choices she had made when she was the same age as Spyra back then.
"Yeah… not exactly my proudest moment," she muttered, flicking her tail self-consciously.
"Nor your last, I bet," Spyra quipped.
"Spyra!" Cynder shot her a glare, but Spyra only grinned mischievously.
"Hehehe!"
The playful banter between the two made Ignitus chuckle, his initial worries fading away. Watching them now, he could see that, despite the years that had passed, they were still the same spirited, caring dragons he and the other Guardians had worked so hard to raise.
As they entered the chamber where Ignitus had been working, the Chronicler lifted a paw, and with a faint hum of magic, the room shifted. A set of plush red cushions, a large round table, and an assortment of refreshments gracefully descended from above, carried by unseen forces.
"Here," Ignitus said, gesturing to the inviting setup. "Make yourselves comfortable while I brew us a good old-fashioned cup of tea."
Spyra’s eyes widened as she flopped onto one of the cushions, her wings twitching in approval at its softness. It felt more luxurious than any bed she had ever slept on.
"Wow," she mused, sinking into the fabric. "I didn’t expect the Chronicler to have such… class."
She stretched her wings slightly as Cynder settled beside her, though the black dragoness was still more interested in the vast chamber itself.
Her gaze lingered on the colossal hourglass at the center of the room, its sands flowing in an almost hypnotic cycle. The sheer presence of it—alongside the ancient tomes and floating constructs—made her realize just how different this place was from anything she had ever known.
Ignitus watched them with a contented smile, pleased to share even this small moment of peace with the two dragons he had once trained—and had always considered family.
As they settled onto the cushions, Ignitus carefully poured each of them a fresh cup of tea. The soothing aroma filled the air almost instantly, a delicate blend of sweet mint with a faint citrus undertone. The steam curled lazily from the cups, carrying the scent toward them like a warm embrace.
Spyra leaned in, inhaling deeply before taking a slow, appreciative sip. The flavor was rich yet refreshing, the warmth seeping through her body like a gentle wave. She let out a relaxed sigh, her wings twitching slightly in satisfaction.
Cynder, on the other hand, hesitated for a moment, staring down at the steaming cup before her. She was trying to recall the proper etiquette, but one glance at Ignitus—his golden eyes watching her with quiet encouragement—was enough to ease her worries.
She didn’t need to be formal here. Not with him.
And so, she indulged.
The first sip was tentative, but as soon as the flavor spread across her tongue, her eyes lit up with delight. She took another sip, slower this time, savoring the warmth. Ignitus watched her reaction with a knowing smile. He had expected this.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, taking a sip of his own tea before setting the cup down. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, his expression turned curious.
"So," the Chronicler began, his voice calm yet expectant, "to what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?"
He glanced between Spyra and Cynder, his sharp gaze searching for an answer. The journey to the White Isle was neither simple nor short, and the fact that they had found their way here meant something significant.
More importantly, how had they even known he was here?
For all his time as the Chronicler, Ignitus had refrained from reaching out to the outside world, ensuring that only a select few knew of his existence. The White Isle held too many secrets—secrets that, if mishandled, could alter the course of history itself.
Not that he distrusted Spyra or Cynder. Far from it. But the less dragons knew of his role, the safer the White Isle remained.
Spyra chuckled, sensing the unspoken question in Ignitus’ eyes. "Well, Cynder and I just couldn't wait. The moment we heard about you, we dropped everything and decided to visit."
"And as for how and who we heard it from~" Cynder let the question linger for a moment, drawing out the suspense before finally saying the name. "Volteer."
That single word was enough.
Ignitus groaned, bringing a paw to his forehead. Of course. He should have known.
Spyra grinned at his reaction. "Yeah, my old electricity mentor let it slip. He was going on and on about ancient texts, and then—boom!—casually mentioned that you were the new Chronicler like it was just another fact in a long list of trivia."
Shaking his head, Ignitus sighed. "I should have seen that one coming."
He took another slow sip of his tea, collecting his thoughts. Volteer was a brilliant scholar, no doubt about it—his knowledge of magic, history, and philosophy was unmatched. But keeping a secret? That was another story entirely. The electric Guardian could talk for hours, sometimes forgetting what was best left unsaid.
"Yeah…" Cynder smirked. "You really should meet up with him again someday. He may be older, but he’s still the same chatterbox as ever."
The three of them laughed, their voices filling the chamber with warmth.
For a while, they simply talked, sharing stories of everything they had been through. Spyra and Cynder spoke of Cyril’s accomplishments back at the Dragon Temple and Terrador’s continued leadership in the military.
Ignitus, in turn, shared what little he could about his work as the Chronicler—how he spent his days recording history, watching events unfold like pieces of an intricate puzzle. It wasn’t anything grand or exciting, but to his surprise, the two dragonesses hung onto every word.
However, as their conversation continued, Ignitus began to notice something—small, subtle shifts in their behavior. A flick of a tail. A hesitant glance. The way their wings twitched ever so slightly.
Being a Guardian for so long had trained him to pick up on these little signs. Nervousness. Unease. And right now, Spyra and Cynder were showing plenty of both.
His gaze lingered on them for a moment before he spoke.
"Hmm… Spyra, Cynder…" He took a casual sip of tea, his voice calm but observant. "I can’t help but notice—you two seem a bit… uneasy. Care to tell me what’s on your mind?"
Both dragonesses stiffened at the question, their eyes dropping to their cups as they fidgeted slightly.
They knew there was no point in pretending otherwise.
"Heh. Still as sharp as ever, huh?" Spyra let out a small chuckle before taking a deep breath, steeling herself. "To be honest… we actually came here to ask for your help with something."
Beside her, Cynder set down her empty cup, her expression turning serious as she focused on Ignitus.
"My help?" The Chronicler raised an eyebrow.
As the guardian of the White Isle, his duties kept him bound to this place, unable to interfere in the world’s affairs unless the situation was truly dire. Whatever they had come to ask, it had to be important.
His expression hardened slightly. "What do you need?"
Spyra hesitated, glancing at Cynder, who gave her a reassuring nod. Taking another breath, she pressed on.
"Since you've been in isolation for so long, you probably haven’t heard about our… predicament yet."
She paused, choosing her next words carefully.
"Cynder and I… are having trouble finding a mate."
Ignitus nearly choked on his tea.
A sudden cough racked his chest as he struggled to keep his composure, his eyes wide with disbelief. "A mate?"
Spyra nodded, visibly uncomfortable. "Yeah..."
The bright blue dragon stared at them, half-expecting them to burst into laughter and reveal it was some elaborate joke. But the silence that followed told him otherwise.
Letting out a long, weary sigh, Ignitus set his cup down. "That is a problem… but why come all this way for my help? You could have spoken to Volteer or one of the others back at the Temple."
It didn’t make sense. Why go through all this trouble just to ask him about something so personal? There were plenty of dragons back at the Temple—elders, mentors—who knew far more about courtship than he ever would. And yet, they had come all this way.
His gaze flickered between them, taking in the faint flush on their cheeks, the way their wings fidgeted ever so slightly. Something didn’t add up.
"You two must have something specific in mind," he said, leaning forward with curiosity. "Tell me, why do you need my help? What exactly are you looking for?"
Spyra hesitated, her expression growing tense. "Well… we don’t really need help finding a mate, per se… It’s just—"
She trailed off, shifting uncomfortably, her face already tinged red with embarrassment. Beside her, Cynder wasn’t faring much better. Her tail curled anxiously, her eyes darting away as if debating whether to speak at all.
Seeing the two dragonesses like this piqued Ignitus' curiosity.
"Just what?" He leaned forward, his gaze firm yet reassuring. "You can tell me."
The two dragonesses exchanged a quick glance. A silent conversation passed between them before they finally turned back to Ignitus with a deep sigh, their voices heavy with resignation.
"We want you to... breed us."
This time, Ignitus did choke on his tea.
He spat out the mouthful with a startled cough, his eyes wide with shock. He barely registered Spyra reaching over to nudge him gently, patting him on the back as he recovered.
His gaze lingered on them for a moment, searching their faces. A part of him wondered if they were serious—or perhaps it was just his old age getting to him. But as the seconds dragged on, it became clear that they were waiting for his response.
They were being serious.
The Chronicler immediately stood up, his expression flabbergasted. "Y-You can't be serious!"
"We are." Cynder's voice was calm, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her composure.
She looked at the purple dragoness, who gave her a small, reassuring nod.
"You see... Me and Spyra... We're secretly mates." She gave her best friend-her mate-a lick in the cheek which made Ignitus' jaw dropped even further.
"W-What!?"
It's not anything new for Ignitus to witness a relationship that have the same gender. In fact, he met quite a lot of them during his young adult days, back when the war against Malefor had dwindled the dragon populace to mere hundreds.
Even this day and age, there were some that still choose to pursue relationships like that. Not that he minded or cared for their choices. They were free to choose whomever they want to share the rest of their lives with.
However, what Spyra and Cynder asked of him was something else entirely.
"And..." Ignitus gulped, trying to process their words. "You want... me to... impregnate you both?"
The two dragonesses nodded, their faces flushing slightly as they glanced away.
Ignitus blinked. This wasn’t a joke. They were serious.
"Look, we know it sounds crazy," Spyra quickly cut in, sensing his hesitation, "but it's not like we're asking you to marry us or anything."
"Yeah, we just want you to inject us with your seed." Cynder gave him a coy smile, her voice lilting playfully.
"Okay, that may sound weird but, think about it this way—we'll be parents," The black dragoness suddenly stood from her seat as she slowly went her way towards her former father figure. "And you'll be able to experience what it's like to fuck two really tight holes~"
She lightly grabbed the bright blue dragon's chin as their eyes met, her tongue going out to wet her snout.
The seduction was as obvious as it was shameless.
Ignitus had never experienced sex for his entire life. There was just not enough time for him to do things like these, especially back during the war where their focus was against the forces of the Dark Master.
That was without saying that the former fire guardian died a virgin.
So when the dragonesses inched themselves closer to him, letting the bright blue dragon drink in their warmth, he couldn't help but notice the way his scales prickled—especially as their tails gently brushed his own.
Ignitus pulled himself together. "H-hold on...!"
He stood, backing away as his wings flared out reflexively. His inexperience with dealing with flirtatious advances did not help with his sudden uneasiness.
Spyra and Cynder glanced toward each other and at him, their eyes sparkling. They grinned as the distance between the three closed, the air around them crackling with tension.
"Don't be shy, Ignitus~"
The purple female gently nuzzled his neck, taking in his scent. "It'll feel good for everyone..."
"In more ways than one..." Cynder added.
The black dragoness instigated next, flicking her tongue along his muzzle, giving him a seductive purr before nuzzling the underside of his chin. Then Spyra followed up, grazing his other snout in a similar fashion.
Ignitus' legs felt weak and his heart was hammering in his chest. The fire dragon shivered as he struggled to form a single thought.
He knew that their advances should be stopped, but his brain refused to listen to reason. Instead, it was processing the growing sensation he was feeling all too quickly for him to understand—a rising desire that stirred his inner dragon.
It was maddening.
"W-Wait." The Chronicler pushed the two females back slightly as he tried to regain control of the situation.
Unfortunately, the other two had already assumed the roles they were going to take in the scenario that was happening.
And right now, they were roleplaying themselves as two high level succubuses whose purpose was to sexually service a dragon with his or her every needs and wants.
Spyra and Cynder wrapped him in an entrapping embrace as if to make sure he'll stay in one place. But Ignitus wasn't planning to leave any sooner. In fact, he didn't feel the desire to, as both their female scents began to cloud his mind and judgements.
At some point, his dragonhood had come out of its hiding place and was now visible to anyone with a working pair of eyes.
"Oh my~" The purple dragoness licked her muzzle as she eyed the male's erect member.
"He's so big...!" Cynder could see the male's dick, and by all means, Ignitus indeed was an impressive specimen for a male dragon.
Both females knew that they only needed one more push to get the male completely.
Sharing a grin, they both dove down at the same time to swipe their tongues against their male counterpart's hot, thick dragon cock, making sure they'll hit his sensitive member along its entirety.
They giggled at the soft moan that escaped his jaws as their tongues traced the bulging veins covering his manhood. The ridges that lined his meat pulsed hotly, eagerly begging to bury their seed inside of some dragoness' fertile pussy.
Ignitus couldn't deny the pleasure. He never had any sexual contact prior to this, and even the touch of their tongues were more than he ever had.
A soft groan escaped his throat as Spyra wrapped her maw around the base of his member, her tongue flickering all the while. Cynder, on the other hand, focused more of his swollen member’s head, leaving little room for the older dragon to think.
At this point, Ignitus could barely remember the argument against his reasoning as the sensations washed over his body.
His mind was swimming, clouded by heat, lust, and desire as he embraced his dragon instincts. There was little thought beyond the sheer animalistic urges that coursed through his body as his former student serviced his manhood—of their heat and their need for his cock.
Giving into his nature, the Fire Guardian just relaxed while sitting on his haunches, putting his paws against the two dragonesses that were servicing his large rod and let them do their magic as he enjoyed the oral treatment his manhood was receiving.
The three of them could hardly wait.
Loud slutty moans echoed across the sacred room, emanating from a certain purple dragoness who was laying on her back against the carpeted floor.
Her hind legs were spread apart, held aloft by a large pair of paws that were holding her firmly in place by the hips.
In between the two hind legs that were spread apart, Ignitus' devoured her pussy like a ravenous male that has been starved of any food for years, leaving Spyra a mess of drool and moans with her claws leaving deep gashes against the carpet's surface.
"Yes~ Fuck yes! Oooh, Ignitus, suck me harder, Daddy~"
Spyra mewled helplessly as the older male tongued her pussy relentlessly, licking away the leaking nectar that ran down his tongue as he lapped her. Her lower body convulsed as his tongue continued to mercilessly toy with her sensitive female folds, toying with her throbbing clit and slit alike.
Meanwhile, Cynder was behind the bright blue male, giving his cock her full attention. Her long slithery tongue would flick and caress the entire length of his shaft, following the veins of his hard meat. Every now and then, she'd swirl her tongue all the way around the girthy meat pole, before taking in its bulbous head, her teeth lightly scraping his thick shaft.
The Chronicler moaned each time the purple dragoness would gobble his thick, swollen, barbed, girthy hot male member into the wet cavern of her mouth. His mouth, which was preoccupied in making Spyra's womanhood a sloppy mess, never faltered at its purpose.
The only time his mouth moved away was when Cynder had managed to touch a sensitive nerve from his cock. The brief respite would be replaced a second later, as his mouth descended against the purple dragoness' cunt, his tongue doing everything to please the aroused dragoness before him.
Not content with their current position though, the bright blue dragon pulled back, surprising Cynder and Spyra why he pulled back.
All of a sudden the black dragoness was engulfed in a blue aura before she was forced up, only to be maneuvered on top of Spyra before she was let down gently.
"Hi there~" Cynder coyly teased while Spyra just giggled at her female partner. Both then had the urge to kiss each other as the heat within their loins demanded to be answered.
The two females without thinking began to rub their slits against each other. The act of foreplay helped as their labias slicked, and rubbed the others wet pussies, and caused friction between the two.
Ignitus watched the two going at it like wild beasts, liking the lewd act that was unfolding in front of him.
Moral values be damned, his lustful, animalistic nature demanded for satisfaction as his loins raged like an uncontrollable wildfire.
While the dragonesses continued their scissoring, the Chronicler seized both their hindquarters, halting the two dragonesses' scissoring activity.
"Ignitus... huff..." Cynder said breathlessly, both wondering what their male partner had in mind as Spyra grinned when he figured out what the larger dragon was about to do.
The bright blue dragon loomed over them, showing both his age and experience with how his dragon body positioned itself with the two females lying underneath.
Without warning, they felt that long, ridged meat sliding between their slits. An electrifying sensation coursed through their body as the girthy member began to brush and scrape against their swollen pussies in the most delicious and tantalizing manner.
Their panting became louder, more excited, almost synchronized with each other with the intense rubbing and grinding their pussies were enduring.
*plap plap plap!*
Wet slaps accompanied the large male's thrusts as his hips smacked the two female's butts. Their tails were held firmly to the side to avoid obstruction, giving the Chronicler's rampant humping full range to pound and rub his member against their warm crotches.
Both dragoness' jaws hung slack and tongues lolling, lost in the haze of lust, enjoying every bit of his large, hot and swollen dragonhood rubbing against their wet cunts, the ridges, spines and veins on his member grinding roughly against their clits and slits.
With a low snarl, the Fire Guardian felt a familiar twitch.
Throwing his head back, the mature male gave a roar before pressing against the two squirming dragonesses.
Immediately, a large glob of cum began spilling and exploding against the female's bellies. The feeling of that hot seed raining down on them was like ambrosia in the way their senses overload.
For Ignitus, having finished his first orgasm did little to sate him as he looked at the dazed females. Their eyes were still hinting at the primal urges still raging through their bodies. He gave his dick a few shakes, speckling both his dragoness partners' with his white cum in the process.
It was without a doubt, the lingering, raw carnal pleasure left him craving more and the need to claim their very being with his cock.
"OUGH! AGH! YES! OH YES! HARDER!" Cynder screamed as she was plowed ruthlessly by the older fire dragon behind her.
The black dragoness' belly was pressed tight against the furry carpeted floor, her spine forming a mild curve with her tail stuck to the side by the dragon's magic.
Her hindlegs were spread apart to accommodate the former fire guardian's merciless pounding of his thick meat. Though it was not their first ride for the evening, both dragons were as lustful and active as if they just recently got their hands on each other's body.
She was already dripping their mixed fluids earlier down on the carpet they laid in, with the blue dragon behind her slapping his hips against her backside.
Besides them was Spyra, who could only watch in the sidelines as she laid sideways on the floor, her belly a bit big which was an indication that she had been filled recently.
She too had her fair share of vigorous fucking that left her exhausted. Currently the purple female was in the process of recuperating after the former Guardian's relentless breeding activities with her a few minutes back.
Both had never expected him to be this active and virile during mating, but it was to be expected since he had not had sex for like hundreds of years.
"Oh fuck! Yes! Fill me up to the brim! Give me your eggs!" Cynder suddenly shouted which broke the purple dragoness out of her clouded haze as she looked at her mate being filled with Ignitus' cum once again.
The black dragoness' overinflated belly could barely handle the male's load as more and more of his cum began to spurt out and spill down, joining the pile of wasted juices that pooled and seeped to the fur floor.
Spyra unconsciously rubbed her belly in wanton hunger, yearning for the former guardian to breed her again. Despite having been impregnated by the male, she was still needy for that big fat cock that had managed to stretch her, that made her scream his name, and fill her womb with its load.
After a while, the two separated accompanied with a wet pop. A flood of spunk spilled from the black dragoness' vaginal lips as Ignitus' breeding tool flopped underneath him, still hard, erect and covered entirely by their mixed sexual fluids from the tip of his head towards the base of his knot.
In all honesty, there was no end in sight, even after cumming as many times as he had, that erection of his remained as hard as before, showing no sign of dwindling nor waning from his bestial nature.
"Ahh... Bwagh..."
Cynder panted tiredly as her head lay limp back, groaning as the hot seed slid down her well fucked slit. Amusingly, she had finally fallen unconscious after her fourth round with him, now rendered as nothing more than a used cocksleeve.
A look of pure contentment graced the black dragon's visage. She laid there with occasional jolts running through her abused and inflated body. There was no doubt she was completely and thoroughly satisfied after their copulation, evidenced by the flooding of white hot draconic semen leaking and escaping her very pink abused dragon pussy.
All of a sudden, the blue dragon turned to look at Spyra who was taken aback by how her father figure looked at her. Gone were the gentle eyes that accompanied the male even before she had bred her. Right now, what she's looking at was someone entirely different.
This new personality was driven purely on his instinctive lust for more mating. Spyra knew right then that she would have no choice but to succumb to her own animalistic instincts now.
All of a sudden, she found herself being pressed against the ground like Cynder before, and with just one powerful thrust, she cried out loud when her partner's hard manhood slammed straight through her folds and deep into her core.
His massive cockhead buried right in there as its rough exterior stimulated the inside of her womanhood.
His knot bashed her entrance, demanding entry. She gasped when it easily popped right in due to how slick it was covered in cum, allowing her whole womb to take in the bulk of her stud's huge package.
"UGWHOOO!" Spyra howled, words failing to form in her mind as his size tore her already loose walls. Despite having been taken a couple minutes ago, she just couldn't adjust well to his girth.
Not that she wanted to. The pain that came with being fucked by his engorged meat felt amazing and just perfect for her.
Without a doubt, their choice to be bred by Ignitus was perfect. There was no dragon in Avalar capable of mating like this with them.
She was sure of it.
Stars danced her vision as the fire dragon's tongue left drops of saliva into her face. The very expression of a horny beast only intent on mating was planted on his visage. It was so intoxicating to imagine their position that Spyra was afraid that she might lose her sense of self permanently should she succumb to the male's bestial frenzy.
His teeth gritted, grinding against hers as his hips continued to relentlessly smack her backside.
But he didn't stay there for long.
Suddenly, she found herself rolling around on her back, her partner's thrusting never ceasing as she was shoved repeatedly to the floor.
Facing directly on top of her was the old, crazed looking face of Ignitus who had lost all reasoning and had succumbed to the very nature of his animalistic instincts.
"Grrr~!"
"G-Gah... I-Ignitus--- MPHHH!"
She wasn't even given enough time to prepare as her maw was shut tight with his.
Poking her muzzle was the sharp end of his canines as the larger dragon snaked his tongue past her defenseless throat, drowning Spyra's protests before any sound could be made.
Their tongues battled in an act of dominance, to which was lost instantly when his hot, lathering serpent coiled hers in a flash, making her concede.
She felt him occasionally licking her throat's surface which sent pleasant tingles throughout her body. In no way did the simple contact serve as anything, yet that moment of brief contact spoke volumes about his desire with her.
"MMMM!" The purple female gave a muffled squeal, unable to break the passionate exchange of tongues as Ignitus continued to hump her with vigor.
As the male continued to thoroughly breed the purple dragoness' hole, he couldn't help but feel that he needed to break her in more ways than one. There was just something amazing about her that made the black female pale in comparison.
Firm, tight, and far better than anyone he'd had in years.
Ignitus pounded her tight insides, grunting with every thrust as he gave her more than what her smaller form was able to endure.
His cock ravaged the soft pink walls of her slit, making her tremble and whine in bliss, every thick inch stretching and spreading the walls that could barely contain him as she's pumped full of his meat.
Call it a bias or a whim but for some reason, he liked pounding Spyra the best, maybe because he sometimes thought of her as a female counterpart of himself and that turned him on?
Who knows.
All he knew was that at this moment, nothing mattered than this beautiful female dragoness being pounded and dominated by his carnal desires, her pussy now just a loose tunnel for his pleasure and the eggs that would come forth should the time would be ripe.
Another thrust, another moan, another shudder, and then another. That was their routine and the only sound that echoed through the sacred halls.
Had he been sound of mind and thinking more of his role as the chronicler of the White Isle, he would have fought against his need.
But right now, as each thrust stretched her canal, there was nothing but that desire, that need to sate his thousand year-long lust, the need that demanded he takes his newfound lovers for every single seed could implant into their raw, quivery pussies.
Everything after that was a blur.
All that they could remember was an overwhelming surge of raw pleasure surging in their entire body like an overflowing dam as the need to breed one another further fueled the flames of lust.
For the next few hours, all they ever did was fuck, sleep, and repeat the pattern. Even at one point where Cynder woke up and offered to be fucked in place of Spyra who had gone asleep while being used by Ignitus.
To her credit though, she managed to make the daddy dragon shoot off the seed that impregnated her more than five times throughout the entire session and even managed to deepthroat him twice, taking his knot and all.
Although they may be sore all around and too weak to even move in the next few hours, the two heroines were satisfied and fulfilled in being able to satisfy and mate with the one and only Ignitus, the Chronicler of the White Isle.
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"Ugh..." Ignitus groaned as he slowly came to. His body was unusually tired as his mind pounded with a searing headache, something that he wasn't supposed to get considering his body.
Mustering the strength to look around, Ignitus finally noticed the thoroughly disheveled state of the room, the smell of sex that permeated the air...
"Hnggg..."
"Ohhh..."
...and the tired forms of Spyra and Cynder sleeping soundly beside him.
Almost immediately, the events that had transpired last yesterday came rushing back to him.
Paws quickly moving to the crease between his legs, he flinched from the acrid smell that emanated from him. The clear smell of dried fluids that stuck between his legs confirmed the suspicion he has and the guilt that festered inside him began to swell.
After a series of cleaning spells aimed at him, Cynder, Spyra and the floor with their mixed cum, Ignitus turned his gaze back to his two partners who slept peacefully despite the smell that they still carried from him.
"Oh dear... Oh dear..." The blue dragon began to overthink, as to how he was going to deal with this. The fact that he had actually succumbed to their advances made him the first ever Chronicler to breed not one, but TWO females.
Not even the previous chronicler was able to do it in his entire lifetime.
"Hngg... Ignitus?" The purple dragoness stirred from her slumber as she began to wake, followed shortly by the awakening of the black female who began rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as both dragons flailed their bodies to fix their positions.
"Morning daddy~" Cynder joked which made him grimace before he sighed heavily, earning a light laughter from his two companions. "Seriously though, how are you feeling?" The black dragoness asked again as she offered him a gentle smile.
"I... am not sure actually." He looked at their bellies that housed his seed. His eyes then trailed towards Spyra and Cynder's expression who were giving him lewd smiles as he immediately turned his head in embarrassment.
He remembered that even though they were under the control of their bestial natures, a part of them remained within, yet still went on with the flow.
And from that point, both dragons witnessed the animal he became when they had sex.
"Oh don't be like that~" The black dragoness walked towards him and nuzzled his neck.
"You were very good at it... daddy~" Spyra added, giggling as she occupied his other side.
Ignitus blushed at the nickname Spyra gave to him. The tone, the way the nickname rolled down her tongue, it hinted the possibility that she wanted more.
However the male dragon had enough for now.
"Spyra, Cynder. As much as I appreciate you two, I think it would be best if you two should leave." Ignitus said with a deep frown. The two females looked at him with disbelief but quickly composed themselves, knowing that they may have overstepped their boundaries with him.
"We understand, Ignitus." Spyra nodded, albeit reluctantly as Cynder moved away from the former fire guardian.
"Please do stay here however if you wish to rest for a bit more." The Chronicler spoke as he gathered himself off of the carpet, his muscles complaining as he stumbled from his disorientation before regaining his balance.
"I know how... rough I was yesterday so..." He couldn't say anything more as his face was beginning to turn red. Ironically, even if he tried, nothing came out save a faint apology to his two companions which didn't go unheard as Spyra and Cynder stopped what they were doing and smiled.
"You don't have to apologize. It's okay. If anything, we should be thanking you for bearing with us." Cynder began.
"We couldn't thank you enough." Spyra finished for her as she let out a sigh of relief. The tension in his body started to drain and eventually, Ignitus' stern face gave way to a warm and forgiving one.
"...of course."
With those words, Ignitus was back to his usual job, though not without stopping first to take another glance at the two dragons he'd just spent with, his lips curled into a soft smile, though still harboring the uncertainty for what's to come, and wondering if the same could be said with the eggs that grew within.
Only the future could tell...
A few years later...
Ignitus stared through the arcane portal that portrayed the image of Spyra and Cynder, curled together around their clutch of eggs that the male dragon helped them conceive. The very sight of their eggs were a reminder to the fact that their relationship would no longer be the same should the dragons in the portal in front of him ever go public about him impregnating them.
Even until now, the old dragon still had grim thoughts about the future, yet one look at their peaceful selves almost made him smile and think that there was nothing to worry about.
Letting out a heavy sigh, he turned back around and resumed his writings to continue the line of the story written down to history as he worked to chronicle the story of the dragon race.
The End.