Malefor's Proposition
This was done as a commission for Nicobay ^^ I hope everyone likes the story as i put a lot of effort into it. I think we need more Malefor stuff on this site though, he's a hot dragon.
I do not own any other these characters they are copyright to whoever owns them
A thudding began to pester at the back of his mind. Starting gently, like a small nagging feeling that he could ignore at first, but soon it began to grow stronger and quicker, pulsing and pushing against the back of his skull painfully. His violet eyes tore open quickly as the pain pulled him from his fitful sleep, the bright strands of light blinding him and only irritating the constant thrumming at the back of his mind making it fight back with an even stronger force. He was faint, weak and was in no position to defend himself, he could hardly even bring his eyes open in the disorientating light that seemed to shine from all directions.
The young purple dragon knew where he most likely was. Forcing his eyes open for a moment only confirmed his fears. Their attack had been unsuccessful, and although he could not recall the details of the battle, he had been captured by his nemesis. He was said to be the hope for a free future; The Purple Dragon of Legend. He was supposed to lead the many brave warriors into battle against the Dark Master and bring victory and light to all, saving them from his vile and evil grasp. But he was only young, he had not the experience to be fully trained and had to make do with what he had learnt already. The time for battle had come too early. He rubbed over his head gently, trying to ease the pain that he had, obviously gained from a blow to the head. He was, at least, not bleeding and his strong golden horns and mane were intact.
As his mind began to wake up and his body began to remember the battle that he had faced, small inklings as to what happened surfaced. Small dots of the battle came back to him and within a few minutes he had pieced together the short fight. He and Cynder had left the Temple, aiming to land an unexpected attack on the mountain and hoped that they would at least cause some damage and throw off the Dark Master. But their plan was short lived. They had been expected and as they neared the mountain something had found them. A dark shadow had been cast across them and all Spyro could remember was Cynder's loud cry before his memory blanked out.
Spyro's body racked with pain as he relived the moment, hearing her shout out for him. But where was she? He couldn't see her with him. Frantically he climbed to his feet, ignoring the protests of his body and tried to search for her, but in the square enclosure there was no one but him. His body forced him back to the floor, shaking slightly as his sore body tried to heal itself and his lungs panting hard as he tried to stop the walls from closing in around him. In the centre of the cage Spyro lay, barely holding onto consciousness with only the thought of saving Cynder on his mind. There he lay, a prisoner to the Dark Master.
His head rested against the floor and he stared at the door defying his captor the joy of watching him pass out once more. Instead he glared at the darkness that hung just beyond the bright light, trying to spot any movement or sign of life beyond himself but for a long time none came. No noise was heard except the steady thud thud thud of his heart and his long drawn breath that hissed through his clenched teeth. For now there was nothing he could do, nothing but wait.
A loud clang at the gate brought his attention back to the darkness but still he could not see anyone. Another loud clattering noise followed as the key turned in it's lock, the silence was so strong that he could hear each gear move and turn the next until the lock was far enough open that the door was free. Spyro made no effort to move, instead keeping his eyes glued to the entrance that now hung open. He sat for what seemed like hours and nothing happened, the door hung like it had done before, the darkness too remained the same; it was almost as though no one was there.
Spyro could not bear the wait any longer and so without taking his eyes from the entrance he slowly got to his feet and stepped forward towards the dark abyss. Every step he took made another small clapping sound that rung in his ears as loud as anything he'd ever heard before. His mind told him that it was madness stepping out of the light and that he should return to where he could see clearly. But part of him wanted to press on and see what lingered out there for him, what he could do to try and find Cynder. He must be alive for a reason and he wanted to know what that reason was.
He reached the door, an old iron gate with specks of black paint that had long since worn off and drifted away. His paws now rested on the edge of the light, beyond him was an endless ocean of darkness that seemed to swallow any courage he had, making him wish to return to the light and the cage and wait for something to come to him. 'No' he told himself. It had to be now, he had to make a move for Cynder. He shut his eyes tight, not allowing for the darkness to enter his mind and thinking only of the dragoness that he now hunted for and with his heart banging in his ears he took a step forward.
It touched down on the cold stone floor beyond. Spyro waited for something to happen. Perhaps there was a trap, another monster or a foe who lay in wait but nothing happened to him. The darkness was simply darkness. Opening his eyes and taking another step he found that he began to get used to the low light and his eyes began to adapt, letting him see further than he had. He still could not see far but he could see well enough to comfort himself a small amount. It was all he needed though and slowly he began to walk into the depths of the cave.
He could see none of the features around him or any of the walls but he was sure that he was heading down a tunnel. He was being forced somewhere, 'led like cattle to the slaughter' he thought. There was nothing he could do though, except follow their game and try to find a way to beat it. On and on the darkness went and his paws followed with it, his eyes peering into the depths and trying to see any signs of an exit in the tunnel.
It seemed bleak that he would come out unscathed but Spyro tried to keep his fighting spirit alive, telling himself that things had been fine in the past and they'd be fine now. But as time went on and the tunnel continued, things became bleaker and his hope began to fade. His purple scales began to shiver and his breath became visible as the darkness drew all the heat from his small body. He considered turning back but there was no point, it'd take too long to get back, he was adamant that he was over half way there, surely.
It was then his mind began to play tricks on him. Small movements just outside of his vision, a short breath of warm air on his flank, a small noise up ahead. His heart raced as he pushed onwards hoping, begging that he would get out of the dark cavern. His paced increased as adrenaline coursed through his body and made his mind all the more active, his breath quickened and he began to walk faster, breaking into a small run and jolting his head back and forth as his mind only toyed with him, betraying him in the midst of the darkness.
Then silence. The only noise he could hear was the soft clacking of his paws on hard ground, a sound that he hadn't noticed before or hadn't been there before. He was unsure but off in the distance he thought there might be an end to the darkness, he couldn't see it properly but it seemed as though there was a wall there, stopping the darkness from going back further, perhaps holding a way out.
He neared it, his pace still quick as he realised that it was a wall. He could sense the relief in his body, the idea of freedom hanging just meters in front of him. Breaking out into a small jog he reached the wall and stopped, heart in his throat. There was no door.
He began to panic, scratching at the thick stone wall as though he could dig his way through, his mind tearing inside of him and making him feel ill. He struggled to catch his breath as though someone had cut off his air supply, unable to see the exit anywhere. He'd come so far, how could there not be an exit? He sat down, his back against the unforgiving, almost mocking stone wall. Trying to catch his breath he contemplated what to do. He had walked straight, hadn't he? He was sure he had but with no markers he had no way to tell which direction he had gone. Perhaps he had strayed off course and was away from the door. It wasn't a big plan but it was the best he had and so with his tail trailing against the wall to feel for any signs of a door he set off.
His mind was still spinning as he walked against the wall, wondering if he'd ever get out, whether all of this was some sort of a sick joke put on him by the Dark Master. He wondered if perhaps the Dark Master was in with him, watching and grinning to himself as he watched him suffer in the darkness. Spyro knew that if he attacked the young dragon would be defenceless against him. He was entirely at Malefor's mercy. What things could he do to the young dragon, and why would he? Spyro had only ever done what was right and what he felt he should do, why was he being punished for this? How was any of this fair to him?
The now confused and upset dragon was still questioning everything when his tail hit a groove, nothing large, just a thin crack in the wall. All questions slipped from his mind as he turned and ran his paw up the gap. Perfectly straight. There was no way that this was any crack in a wall, this was here on purpose. Searching along the wall a little more he found another crack of similar size. Surely this had to be a door, how could it not be?
The purple dragon lowered his head, and pushed hard against the solid rock. His head began to ache painfully and his legs began to wobble under him as he continued to push, feeling it budge slightly under his strength. He cried out and forced with all the might he could muster in his small frame and with a huge groaning noise the huge rock swung open just enough for the small dragon to squeeze out into light, back into the world.
Spyro knew that he should be feeling happy but something stopped him, a small cold breeze blew over the back of his neck and the horrible sense of familiarity flooded him. He knew where he now was. A large expanse of dark walls, lit only by the flickering light of fires, spread higher than he could see and to the side of him, a bare room extended back until it reached the only piece of furniture that sat in the room. A throne.
He knew who sat on that throne, who now looked down at him with a small entertained grin like a child with a new toy. It was what he had been fearing the most since waking up and recalling their actions because above him now and staring back down at him was the Dark Master. His long curved horns were held high in triumph over the younger dragon and his body was strongly formed. His purple scales seemed almost black in the light and there was no denying the power of the dragon who now dominated his vision.
"Welcome Spyro," A small chuckle followed his low gristly voice as it echoed through Spyro's mind passing straight through him. He hardly registered the noise as his body still took in what had happened. "If you're still wondering what happened then allow me to fill you in. You attacked my mountain assuming that I would not be prepared but you forgot Spyro, we are very similar. I know your thoughts and I know your mind Spyro. You cannot trick me."
Spyro stood still in the doorway, his body still unresponsive to any orders he tried to give. He looked up at the gloating dragon, anger and fear cocktailing inside him and making him light-headed. He wished Cynder was with him, she always helped him. His body snapped back to attention as the thought crossed his mind. Cynder! "What have you done with Cynder?" He shouted across the room, his body racking with rage as he stepped into the lighter room, glaring at the larger dragon.
"Oh, her." Malefor acted offhand, as if uninterested in Cynder for the moment, "She is a traitor and manipulator Spyro, you should not care for one who could easily betray you as easily as she betrayed me."
Spyro took up a strong stance in the middle of the room, facing the other purple dragon head on. "You manipulated her! She was never a bad person! What did you do with her?"
The Dark Master smiled, he enjoyed riling the little dragons up, he had done so to Cynder earlier. It certainly made capturing them a lot more enjoyable. "She hangs in the balance Spyro, neither safe nor in danger. Though that will change, for better or for worse depending on the choice you make."
"Choice?" Spyro was confused, what could Malefor possibly want from him? He knew nothing that the Dark Master didn't and he didn't own anything that the Dark Master could possibly want. "What choice?"
Another growling laugh came from the evil dragon. "You and I are alike Spyro, more so then you think."
"I'm nothing like you!" Spyro hurled back quickly, disbelieving all the larger dragon said.
"Oh but we are. You proved that. We're determined; you walked all the way through that darkness just to see what you could do and you made it. That's not all either Spyro, we're both very passionate dragons, about different things it may seem but still very passionate. There are so many things that put us together that you'd hardly believe that we aren't closer. So I have a proposition for you, one you and I will both enjoy."
Spyro could find no words as he listened to Malefor compare the two of them so closely, he refused to believe it. They can't be similar...can they?
"My proposition is this Spyro, become my personal pet and no harm will come of Cynder"
Spyro stood, confused. Had he heard correctly? "Pet?" The young dragon had prepared himself for the worst and now this seemingly random proposition had completely thrown him.
"Yes Spyro. You will serve me however I see fit and you will submit to me, otherwise Cynder will no longer burden anyone ever again," Malefor's grin was more than visible now and to follow the proposition up he stepped down from his throne, walking around the smaller dragon with a slow pace, chuckling as he went, "Yes, yes. You will make a good pet I suspect Spyro, especially if you value Cynder's life."
Spyro's face blushed as he though about serving the Dark Master, both anger and embarrassment flooding through him. He wanted to fight back, get him into submission and save Cynder but he knew he was in no position to even try. He shut his eyes and sighed quietly, his angry stance shrinking away and leaving only the young dragon that he was.
Malefor sensed the change in the small dragon and stepped back up onto his throne, his trailing tail running over Spyro's back. He ignored how the smaller dragon shrunk away from his touch and instead sat back on his haunches smiling down at the bested dragon. "Do you concede Spyro? Do you take me as your superior and your master and do you promise to serve me as I see fit?" He stared at the top of the smaller dragons head as if trying to peer into his mind.
There was a long pause and another long sigh from Spyro as he sat in thought, he didn't want to do it. He never would want to do it but he couldn't let Cynder suffer or worse. He gave a small forced nod, wincing a little as if the simple task hurt him badly. "Yes"
There was another small pause. "Yes what, pet?"
Spyro took a few moments, biting hard on his lip as he tried to swallow his pride and accept what he was about to do. He could sense the glare from the larger dragon boring into the top of his skull. "Yes...master" He dropped his head to the floor and stared at his feet, ashamed to look at anything but the floor now that he had given in to everything he'd fought against since the beginning. He was now a pet. A pet to the Dark Master himself.
He could not describe how degraded he felt. Mere moments ago he was the 'purple dragon', he was the hope of the world and the one who was supposed to bring light from the darkness but now he sat with his head lowered submissively towards the Dark Master. It made him cringe as he heard Malefor talk, the gristly voice boring into his mind and cutting away at his pride. He couldn't even bring himself to look up at his new found master and he tried to keep his mind far away from what his tasks might be.
The little dragon couldn't help himself though, his mind surged with thoughts of what he might do to him. It only took a few moments before the idea of sexual things began to cross his mind and shock him with the images he conjured. No matter what he tried he couldn't tear his mind from the thoughts of serving Malefor in such a way and submitting to him sexually as well as symbolically.
"I'm sure you are wondering what tasks you will be given, my little pet." The Dark Master's voice was hardly a whisper but it rung through Spyro's mind like it was shouted into his ear. He waited to hear his tasks but he was torn; he could not deny to himself that he didn't want to hear sexual tasks. On one paw it would be disgusting to do such things with another male, especially one who Spyro was supposed to fight but one the other paw there were many worse things that could be set for him, things that could require a lot more than simply submitting.
After waiting a moment without a reply, the small dragon looked up at his new master to see him sat back on his haunches, his strong and well formed chest on show revealing the cream scales that seemed dark and repressed in the low light levels. Spyro's eyes drew downwards, past the skinny hardened stomach, and he saw that now Malefor's hind legs, thick with muscle and evident strength, were spread wide. Between them sat a long thick pole that rose from the evil dragon's crotch, pointing skyward as he grinned at the small dragon. Spyro could see it pulse with his heartbeat, the ribbed black shaft pointing up almost to the bottom of the evil dragon's chest. His eyes stayed locked to the flared head of the shaft and his eyes only grew wider as a small drop of clear pre squeezed out of the tip of his shaft, forming a small droplet that hung for a moment before falling and starting to trail it's way down the underside of his shaft.
"I see that you are already interested in such a task, my delicate little slut. Now I think you know what I want from that cute muzzle of yours." Malefor made no hesitations about rubbing it in for Spyro and despite what Spyro knew he should feel, he couldn't help but feel his own sheath stir slightly as he watched the pre dribble over each thick ridge on the gigantic pole and finally trail over his sheath and down the crevice between his huge hanging orbs.
Spyro knew he was beaten and that there was no way out of it. His fighting spirit told him to do something, to bite his shaft or attack him but he knew better than that, there was no way he and Cynder would survive if he did. It took him a moment but he managed to get his legs to move and slowly he came closer to the larger purple dragon refusing to even look him in the eyes or his shaft as he came near to him, a simple but ineffective act of protest.
The smell hit him quickly as he came within a few steps of him. He suddenly became flooded in the potent scent of musk from the older and larger male, a cocktail blend of sweat and male pheromones that played havoc on the younger dragon's mind. He couldn't deny the tingling feeling that it caused in his sheath and the need to pant a little through the thick heady smell as it filled his sensitive nose. He tried to crinkle his nose against it in defiance but it had no effect except making Malefor laugh cruelly down at him, knowing what it would do to the young dragon's libido.
He hesitated again as he stepped in between the dragon's muscular thighs but knowing that Cynder was in danger he knew that he had to continue. Lowering his head he became almost woozy as the musk suffocated his mind and struck him with the full force of the pheromones. More pre had formed too, not helping Spyro's libido or his concentration as he watched more drops add to the trail and slowly make their way to his balls as well.
The Dark Master was growing restless, as much as he enjoyed watching Spyro fight his internal battles of will and evidently lose them, he was horny and needed the release; and Malefor didn't like to wait for what he wanted. He lowered his paw and grabbed the smaller dragon's horn aggressively, shoving him forward until his face sandwiched his cock between his body and Spyro's muzzle sending a few tingles of pleasure through him. Spyro struggled a little at first, his cheek and muzzle being forced onto the slimy trail of pre and extra drop were now running onto his face, trickling over his scales slowly as the Dark Master thrust gently against his face. There was no fighting back though, he had to concede and it didn't take long before he stopped resisting.
It seemed Malefor was waiting for this, easing up on the pressure on the back of his horns but not letting him go yet. Instead he pulled the young dragon's face back so that only his lips touched the shaft locking him in a strange but erotic kiss with the side of the engorged pole.
"Now young pet, you will lick my malehood and please me with your tongue. I know you love the smell of my musk and I know you're eager to do this to me so make it pleasurable and we may be able to sort out a bypass to our problems." Again a small chuckle followed the Dark Master's words making Spyro cringe in his grasp. Still he had no choice in the matter now except to follow the orders he was given, after all he was a pet and that's what pets do.
As he opened his mouth and let his tongue slide from inside, he couldn't help but feel wrong. He had been blackmailed, coerced into serving another male in such a vile and demeaning way and yet he had no way out and had to do this. He couldn't help feeling forced into the whole thing so quickly that it barely had time to register in his mind but as his tongue made contact with the side of the hot, throbbing pole and slid slowly up the underside of the huge dragonhood, he couldn't deny the lust he felt. He wasn't sure why, maybe it was the ocean of musk that filled his nose, confusing his mind or the fact that perhaps he was delusional at the moment, but something was making him want to serve.
He continued to lap at the purple dragon's member, keeping his rhythm slow and long as he coated the few inches he could reach in his saliva. The taste was almost as strong as the musk in his nose, pungent and salty from the mix of pre and sweat that had accumulated on the pole. In his mind he couldn't think whether he liked or disliked the taste, it was strong, bitter almost and left a powerful after-taste but he didn't necessarily dislike that, it made it new and interesting even if it was another dragon's malehood.
"My my, you are a quick learner little pet. A natural slut if I ever saw one. Perhaps you can be trusted to make this pleasurable yourself, remember your friend depends on it." With that he let go of the small dragon's golden horn, releasing him to pleasure the larger dragon as he saw fit. Quickly a few ideas of running for it or trying to escape went through Spyro's mind but he dismissed them as quickly as they came, his mind replacing them with images of what he might do later with his master making him blush as he realised what he was thinking. He felt Malefor's paw run over his back as he chuckled, a small response to his blush.
With his new-found freedom he began to move his head upwards, never letting his tongue part from the side of the cock that he served. He neared the tip of the shaft and stopped, taking the time to lap over the slimy pre trail and clean his master of any salty pre that might still be on the huge pole. He didn't mind as the new drops ran onto his maw any more, he didn't mind the slimy yet clingy pre that now held onto his tongue. The taste never left his mouth, even when he had swallowed the pre it still left an after-taste that he couldn't get rid of, not that he wanted to. The mix of pre-cum and musk had done wonder to his body, his shaft had slid free of his sheath and was dribbling pre onto the floor and he was already panting in lust. Not even the Purple Dragon of Legend could resist strong pheromones.
Spyro had worked all of the shaft in reach of his tongue clean from pre but drops were forming every few seconds and he struggled to keep up. He wrapped his front paws around the thick meat, letting the heat warm his paws up nicely before tilting the engorged cock towards him and shutting his mouth around the tip, suckling the droplets of pre straight from the tap. Malefor let out a long hiss through his clenched teeth, letting his new pet dart his tongue in and out of his piss-slit to clean it of all his salty pre.
"Yes little sex pet, take my shaft into your tight muzzle and drink from my malehood like the good bitch you are." The larger dragon growled his dominance and flicked his tail in pleasure, restraining himself from face-fucking the little pet. Spyro didn't hold back from Malefor any more, he had come this far and he was too turned on to deny the Dark Master of these wishes and so he opened his maw and slid the thick meat into his mouth, struggling to fit it into his maw without it scraping his teeth. He got the first few inches inside his muzzle, letting out a small purr of excitement as a spurt of pre splattered into his throat as reward.
He bobbed as much as he could but he was inexperienced and could not reach more than a few inches onto the shaft. He tried to get another inch or two in and began to flicker his tongue over the shaft lubing it more and slowly bobbing closer and closer to the dragon's balls, still along way off but getting nearer. Streams of saliva and pre slid from the sides of his maw, trickling down the musky ebony meat and lubing it, allowing Spyro to grip around the shaft with his two paw and beat Malefor off into his mouth. The little dragon moaned around the shaft that was firmly buried in his muzzle, pumping quickly over the evil dragon's shaft with a soft squelching noise and a few feral grunt from Malefor.
The Dark Master knew he was getting close so he reached down and pulled Spyro off of his shaft causing evident confusion in the small dragon as he looked up at him. Malefor replaced Spyro's muzzle with his own paw as he beat himself off slowly, holding himself at the edge, his other paw holding the small dragon's maw and face in front of his dribbling cock tip.
"Tell me how much you want this pet. Tell me how much you want to submit under me and serve me as my little cock slut." Malefor's voice was broken between small grunts and pants as he struggled to keep himself from finishing. Knowing that his master was now so close after all they had done was tough on Spyro, he wanted him to finish and he was so worked up that he wanted to be soaked in Malefor's seed, even if it was disgusting and would be frowned upon. He was much too horny to care at that point.
"Please master, I want to feel your seed on me. I want to be your pet and have you use me how you'd like. I want to pleasure you whenever you need me too and I want to feel your cum flooding me." Spyro became more and more worked up as he spoke. He was blushing as he talked but he didn't care, now he was only worrying about his release and how he might earn some so all he wanted to do was please Malefor.
The Dark Master growled lustfully and grinned slyly at his little pet. With one strong tug downwards on his shaft he sent himself over the edge, pumping quickly and keeping the tip pointed at his pet's muzzle. Spyro shut his eyes and opened his mouth a little, feeling the first strong jet of male seed splatter onto his nose and onto his head. The second stringy shot, hit his chin and mouth, a few drops hitting his tongue and making him cringe for a moment with the strong salty taste that clung to his tongue. His master didn't let up though, as waves of hot white seed plastered the small dragon's face and tongue leaving him a sticky and musky mess when Malefor's orgasm faded.
Malefor was out of breath and panting for it back but he wasn't sated. His cock remained hard much to Spyro's surprise when he opened his eyes. He looked up to see his master grinning evilly down at him telling him what a dirty slut he was and how real males wouldn't do things like that. Spyro couldn't help but blush knowing he had done it, and he was still in need of release from his master. He knew he wasn't likely to get it either unless he sated his master's needs. For now Malefor was interested by the small strings of cum that stuck to his pet's tongue, he peered closer and saw a small pool that had formed in the small dragon's mouth.
"Now swallow my seed that you've caught there cum slut and then stand back a little" Spyro only then remember the pool of cum in his mouth; he moved his tongue around making the cum slide a little in his maw and stick to new places. It took him a moment but he finally tilted his head back and swallowed the warm slimy seed and felt it trickle slowly into his belly. Then he took a few steps back confused by the request form his master.
The Dark Master kept on smiling as he felt his magic flow, an eerie purple haze forming around his pet as he began the spell. Spyro didn't know what was happening but now he began to panic. His heart raced as the strong smell of magic filled his nose, a metallic smell almost like the taste of blood as it surrounded him and obscured his vision. He heard his master's voice call out and tell him to stay still but now he wasn't sure how much he trusted him. Still he knew that he could still be of service to the larger dragon so he would have no reason to hurt him, right?
Spyro shut his eyes and hoped for the best as he felt his body begin to tingle all over, from his horns to his shaft he felt everything begin to grow. He felt stronger, taller, and more powerful then he had been before. He was confused as to what was happening but he couldn't deny that it made him feel better.
The haze began to fade and soon he was able to see past it once again. He was confused. His master seemed smaller, almost as tall as himself. He looked down over his body and noticed that he was much more toned than he had been, his muscles were more prominent and he felt a lot stronger than he had been. He looked into Malefor's eyes. "What did you do?"
"A simple spell I've been working on my pet. I simply advanced your body somewhat, making you taller and much more like an adult dragon. A much more fitting size for a breeding partner wouldn't you say?" He let loose another short laugh before turning his stare to his pet's eyes. "Now, tease your master. If you want release you will show me how much and perhaps if you do well enough I will let you cum."
Spyro needed no extra encouragement then the promise of finishing. He had gone past being desperate now and he was only just holding himself back from finishing himself off, but he didn't want to risk angering his master. He walked closer to him, ducking his head under his flank and rubbed his snout against the still hard shaft, licking up a few of the cum trails that were left and swallowing the slimy mixture. He worked his maw upwards, kissing at the tip of his cock with a long kiss and flicking his tongue out against the sensitive shaft.
He pulled his lips back and dragged his muzzle down to the base of the shaft, his cheek never leaving the hot flesh, and he began to lick at the musky sheath, his tongue poking slightly inside the sheath and lapping at the unexposed shaft inside and letting the strong scent of male crotch wash over him. He enjoyed the feeling of teasing his master, the tastes of his nether regions growing on him more and more as the time passed. Slowly his head dropped even lower, and his tongue slid against the heavy orbs that hung under his shaft. They tasted even stronger than his shaft had done and he placed his lips against one of the balls and suckled against it gently, his paw reaching up to rub over his master's shaft teasingly. A paw rested on the back of his neck and he knew that he should stop and look to his master.
Malefor began spinning his finger slowly at his pet, indicating to him that he wanted him to turn around. The loudest shout that filled Spyro's mind came from his shaft. The transformation had done nothing to stem his flood of hormones, if anything it increased the problem making him desperate in front of the dominant male. He turned quickly and lifted his tail for his master, unable to even fight back against him with his foggy mind. Malefor took a moment, staring under the desperate dragon's tail and catching a glimpse of the tight pink pucker that teased him and begged to be taken and bred. He was not one to deny a dragon of that.
He stepped up behind Spyro and jumped up onto his back, now only a little larger than his pet his shaft would fit much easier and cause less damage to his willing pet. His long ebony shaft was still lubed with the mix of pre, cum and saliva and as he mounted his bitch, the concoction rubbed against his tailhole, teasing it with small poke. He drew back and thrust himself slowly against his pet's balls and out along his shaft, covering them in the wet sticky mix and tickling the smaller dragon's shaft painfully.
He knew his pet was getting to restless as he heard him let out a small whimper, a submissive and pathetic whimper that begged the Dark Master. Pulling back once more he began to slide his way into the virgin tailpipe, the lube making it easier to fit himself into Spyro's tightly clenched hole. The pleasure was overwhelming to Malefor as he felt the hot walls of the submissive male clamp on his cock, practically squeezing it for his cum and it made him growl low and lustfully in Spyro's ear. The hot breath of his master teasing the side of his neck as he was taken/
The pain stopped him from relaxing but it didn't slow Malefor down in the slightest; he pushed on into the rear of his pet despite the small grunt and whimpers of pain that Spyro put out. Spyro was glad that he was adult-sized now, he knew that if he was still small the pain would have been worse and luckily it soon passed. The sensation of the large ridges slipping into his rear became much more prominent than the reducing pain of penetration.
Malefor continued to pant as he picked up a rhythm inside his pet, only thrusting a few inches in and out of him, wanting to keep his shaft buried inside of the other male as much as he could. Each thrust though took him deeper into his pet, causing them both to moan together as most of his cock filled the virgin tailpipe and struck against his prostate. Again and again he hit the sensitive spots with his huge shaft, it was impossible to miss them with his engorged cock that filled Spyro's rear so tightly.
The Dark Master kept his rhythm even and didn't pick up violently or stab into his rear, instead choosing to prolong his pleasure in a more sensual mating than an aggressive one. Spyro's cock wasn't going to last long though, it twitched and jumped around, his pre already coating parts of the floor and his underside as it spewed almost non-stop from his pink tip and Malefor, his cock already sensitive from his last orgasm, would not hold out very long either. The thought of being taken by a powerful and dominant male made Spyro all the hornier, he didn't care any more what others would think or what he should be doing. He was so worked up that he was just happy to be receiving pleasure and he knew that Malefor and his huge shaft was pleasuring him more than he could think.
Spyro felt weaker, he had been so desperate for release for a while now and it had take it's toll on his body, he was trying to catch his breath and stay upright but his front legs wobbled as he took his master's weight on top of his back, even in his new stronger form. He let out a long moan as Malefor thrust into his prostate, only weakening him more as he pushed him closer. He couldn't hold himself upright much longer.
His front half dropped and his chest pushed against the floor but his back legs remained held up, his new position making Malefor's thrusts push hard into the side of his anal walls and making him yelp with the sudden surge of pleasure. He couldn't hold himself back as his master slid deeper and deeper inside him with each thrust, hitting pleasurable spots that he never knew existed inside of him. If he had had more energy he would have pushed back against the Dark Master and slammed himself against him but instead he lay with his muzzle pushed against the floor, panting and letting out a long moan as he felt his balls push against his body and his cock shoot stream after stream of hot seed all over his stomach and chest. What didn't stick to him made a warm puddle on the floor under him and oozed across the tiles. His muscles spasmed lightly and his tongue lolled out onto the floor as he continued to orgasm, his tailhole clenching tightly around his master's shaft.
As Malefor thrust himself forward once more he felt Spyro's tailpipe clench around his long cock tightly, making him bite into his lip to stop him from shouting out louder than his stifled moan was. It sent him over the edge easily and so he drew back out one final time and shoved himself in almost to the hilt as shot after shot of hot dragon cum filled Spyro's bowels. The pearly white seed splattered his insides and began to fill his belly up quickly with the warm oozing sensation. Spyro could feel the seed slosh around inside of him as it made room for the next powerful stream of Malefor's hot cum that made his rear messy. It took a few moments before both finally stopped cumming; Spyro lay himself down on the floor with his master still inside of him, not having the energy to stand any more. Malefor seemed finally sated though, leaning his head down to nip at his pet's neck.
"You're a good lay little slut. I think I have another proposition for you my little bitch." He rubbed his paw on Spyro's flank and gave his rear a small squeeze making the smaller dragon push back against him a little in his tired state. "If you stay here, as my loyal and sluttish pet and learn the best ways to please your master, then I will leave your town alone and not attack it."
Spyro was already exhausted and his mind was already fazing out into the world of sleep. He barely registered the words of his master as he made the offer. It took a few moments of waiting for Malefor to get a reply and he gave another small grin as he saw his tired pet give a small nod and shut his eyes.