Propositions To Negotiations
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The dark view in front of him bobbed up and down, like that of a boat on a wavy sea. His legs were beginning to grow tired and complained but it was like a whisper next to a foghorn with the surge of pleasure that was driving him on. His tail straightened and became stiff every now and again for reasons he could not fathom but he knew that it would trouble him little because he was doing what he loved to do best. And that was pleasing his master.
The small purple dragon sat in the lap of yet a larger purple dragon. There was a clear difference in age and build but the smaller dragon rose and fell upon his enormous shaft with all the ability of a dragon twice his age. The days since he had first become a pet had been life-changing to Spyro. He had learned that he could receive great amounts of pleasure by listening to his new master and obeying him with all the eagerness that one in his position should. He also learned that, with frequent practice, he could improve his skills to please his master; another vital fact for him. Most of all though, the smaller dragon realised that, even if this wasn't where he pictured himself a few years or even weeks ago, he was happy in his current position. More than that, he felt safe, welcome, comfortable, he felt like he had finally found somewhere where he could please people and receive pleasure himself without having to fight anyone. It was all he could ever hope for.
And so he had practised and practised. Day after day he made sure that pleasured his master, following him around and always being available to do whatever he was asked, no matter what it was. Malefor, his master, had built upon his enthusiasm and given him toys that he could practice on, meaning that he often spent his nights sitting upon the largest one he could take and then sleeping with it inside him. It helped to loosen him and ease the pain for him and it had worked. Not a week later and the smaller dragon could already take most of what his master had to give.
Spyro leant his head back against his master's chest, hearing his deep laboured breaths that often came whenever they mated. Malefor had had a long day and wanted his pet to help him unwind in the way that only he could but there was a catch. Spyro had to make it last as long as he could, teasing his master to the edge and then letting him slowly fall away from it over and over until he finally received the order to fill himself up on his master's seed. It was tough on Spyro's young hind legs but he would never tell Malefor that, it would only sound ungrateful and as though he did not want it and in all truth, Spyro was adoring every minute of it. In fact, if it wasn't for Spyro's latest toy he probably would have finished by now. Before they had started Malefor had handed him a strange metallic ring and slid it onto his shaft. It was tight and had been uncomfortable at first but it stopped him from finishing before his master allowed him to.
He knew his master's shaft well now and bobbing up and down he could feel each ridge from the wide black meat. Each time he lowered himself he could count the number of ridges as he dropped onto it and spiked himself with the engorged erection of his master. There were four ridges that ran down the underside of his thick veiny shaft and the spaded head that Spyro had come to know by taste, touch and smell from his days of servitude. So far he could only wriggle himself down to the fourth ridge and he hadn't yet managed to go deeper but he wasn't about to stop trying, dropping his legs lower and riding his master's throbbing pole with increasing lust and determination.
All the while he could hear his master's low gravely voice hurling quiet remarks into his ear. Letting him know how much of a bitch he was, how the prophecies were wrong and how Spyro was the purple dragoness instead. Occasionally his paw dropped to rub over his young pet's chest, massaging it with his heavy musky paw and teasing him just to see his pet's cock twitch agonisingly. Spyro wasn't allowed to touch himself unless given permission and he knew that his master loved it when they both came at the same time so he had always tried his hardest to hold back for him. Spyro was well hung himself, though nowhere near as large as his master. His cock was pink and poked up from his crotch, the tip of it reaching around halfway up his belly but he knew that it wasn't his primary desire any more. Serving his master was, and as the smells of sex had already flooded his mind and the pleasuring feeling of his prostate being rubbed against a large pole of hot meat spurred him, Spyro began his soft symphony of quiet moans.
It wasn't long before his master finally gave him the order to make him cum. It wasn't a spoken demand, or a small hint of any kind. Instead Spyro felt his master's strong arms grip under his hind legs and lift them up, pulling him up further than his hind legs would be able to take him and then he was dropped back down slightly deeper than he had been before. It made his face contort as he felt the massive pole slide so far into him and rub so hard against his sensitive prostate. It was no longer a relaxed pace either, it was quick and getting faster too. Spyro had to reach down and pull the metal from his shaft quickly so that he didn't miss his queue and he knew it was fast approaching. He could feel the grip on his legs tighten, the slight stutter in movement as his master passed the edge and tipped into orgasm and finally the cock head swelled inside him and warm jets of cum began to flood his insides.
Spyro's cock began to jump after the long session, whether it was a few minutes or hours he couldn't tell, and a few seconds later long strings of his own white seed began to shoot up onto his chest and stomach, marking his own scales with his musky seed. By now his rump was as full as it could be and despite his swelled stomach still sloshing with the large volume of cum, more began to flow from his tailhole dripping onto his master's crotch and rolling down his lighter balls.
They rested for a short while, their minds still recovering and their bodies too. Spyro's head rested back against his master's strong chest, feeling his quick panted breaths and listening to his powerful heart pulse in his chest. He was glad that Malefor was holding him because his legs were limp under his body and not even the feeling of cool cum oozing from him tailhole was enough to make him move a muscle. His head was still a little foggy as he waited, his master doing the same as they both relaxed in the calm, hazy afterglow that came after a long and pleasurable mating session.
Spyro felt a small nuzzle at the back of his neck. It wasn't quite affectionate but it was no longer threatening as Malefor grew used to his pet, beginning to trust the smaller purple dragon more as the days went by. However Spyro didn't respond right away. For some reason quite unknown to him his thoughts had branched to his old life in his afterglow, thinking of everyone he used to know; the Guardians, Cynder, Sparx and all the others he had met in his journeys. Malefor seemed to sense the slight change in the younger dragon, feeling him tense up a little and freeze, his eyes slightly glazed.
"What's troubling you pet?" Malefor's gravely voice seemed more inquisitive than comforting but either way Spyro was still worried.
"I was just...thinking master." Spyro couldn't bring himself to say it on his first effort.
"About what, my little servant?" Malefor gave the younger dragon another nudge in the back of his neck, a small hint that he didn't want to chase the facts himself much longer.
"My old life; the Guardians and Cynder and the others. What will happen to the valley now?" The young dragon had coiled in on himself slightly and his voice was quiet. Malefor could tell that he was concerned and he let out a small sigh.
"I'm not sure what will happen to them yet Spyro."
"But you'll let them live, right?" Spyro turned his head to look up at the larger purple dragon, his eyes pleading silently to him.
Malefor let out another long sigh and rested his paw on top of Spyro's crested head. "It all depends on many things young pet but I will try."
The Temple was filled with activity; Guardian's were darting back and forth collecting supplies and armour, preparing themselves for the battle they were sure they would have to face. They had all grouped in the main hall and were stood in a tight ring where they began to discuss their options. Voices were raised and overlapping that no one could truly understand what any of the others could say. Ignitus stood at the head of the circle trying to regain control of it all, his bright orange scales seemed to fit his angry and stressed stare as he tried to calm the others down.
"Quiet! All of you, please, there's no point in shouting. You're only delaying this longer than it needs to be delayed." His voice rang out above the others and slowly they began to quieten down enough for them all to hear. However, Ignitus' next words would be lost in the bustle of movement as a black dragoness came charging into the room panting and sweating from her long run. Instantly the Guardian's swarmed over to her, each trying to question her. Once again Ignitus had to step up.
"Will you all please be quiet!" His voice commanded their attention and they all stopped once again at the words of their leader. "Now Cynder, what happened? Where is Spyro?" Try as he might, Ignitus could not keep the worry from his face as he knew Spyro was not ready to face the Dark Master just yet, his scales were already bristling at the thought.
Cynder began to get her breath back enough to talk. "Malefor caught us... he knew we were coming and ambushed us... he kept us caged... Spyro managed to escape to confront him... but Malefor struck a deal with him and now... he's Malefor's pet." Cynder gave in to her emotions, her fear, her devastation at losing Spyro to Malefor and he tiredness. They all rushed up inside of her and she leant against Terrador, burying her muzzle into his side and weeping quietly.
Ignitus breathed an audible sigh of relief that Spyro was still alive, but he knew there was much more to do. "Volteer, Cyril. You will accompany me to Malefor's lair. Terrador, I want you to stay here and look after Cynder. She needs some care after what she's been through."
The Guardian's were still recovering from what they'd heard from the black dragoness' lips but they nodded briefly; Cyril and Volteer made the final few adjustments to their supplies and armour before heading to the door, and Terrador draped his wing over Cynder and leading her upstairs to his room so that she could rest. Ignitus couldn't pull his mind from Spyro though despite how much he wanted to. With a heavy heart and a grim determination the fire Guardian led his peers from the Temple as they flew out to Malefor's lair.
Upstairs in the Temple Terrador was lying next to Cynder, her body draped across the covers as she tried to rest. She struggled against sleep and her tear shined eyes refused to close. Her painful muscles and her pained heart kept her from her sleep until she gave up on it all together and, instead found solace in the warm scales of the Earth Guardian. Slowly he began to probe her issues and try and get the young dragoness to talk, the concern in his voice obvious as he held her close like a valuable treasure.
"Tell me Cynder, what is it that bother you?" Terrador's deep voice was quiet and sounded friendly to Cynder's ears.
"It's Spyro. I saw what he was doing with Malefor, what he's been doing for the past few days with him and I fear that I've lost him. When I looked I saw that he had a happiness that he had never shown when he was with me, a smile on his face that I've never seen before." She paused for a moment, hiding her muzzle in Terrador's strong chest. "I think he's happier with Malefor than he is with me."
Terrador's large frame shook with a soft sigh, the sound running over Cynder like a sea wind over the waves and it seemed to her that Terrador really did care about her. He lowered his long emerald neck and gently bumped his nose against her wet cheek, his voice low and calm. "Some males can react like this Cynder, whether Spyro was affected by magic or whether it's something that he truly longed for. Either way it was never your fault Cynder. You can find love again in someone new, someone who really cares for you."
Cynder, for the first time since she had told the Guardians what had happened, lifted her head and looked him straight in the eyes. Her large eyes had welled up with tears, shimmering on the surface of her dark irises and despite the fogginess of which she saw Terrador knew that she was connecting with him. He lowered his nose once again and rested it against hers, offering the small contact to the dragoness just to let her know that he was there.
She smiled, ever so softly as she felt his warm nose rub against hers, the feeling almost tickling her but she never wanted it to stop. It was the feeling that she was truly cared for and, in a way, loved. "I wish I could meet someone like you Terrador. You're so kind and caring, loving and quiet; you're perfect." She sighed quietly and dropped her head, hoping she had not said too much, but she was tired of hiding it. He really cared for her and she trusted him completely.
Terrador's cheeks changed from their usual dark green and became slightly more rosy as he listened to her. He didn't know why but in that moment he didn't care about what was going on elsewhere, he didn't think about anything else but her and a deep impulse rose up from his stomach pushing at the front of his mind until he couldn't get away from it and it burst out of his lips. "Well Cynder, I don't have a mate." After the words had been whispered from his lips his cheeks only deepened in shade as he thought about what he was implying to her.
Cynder's hopes were only lifted once her ears managed to catch what Terrador had said and so without a flutter of hesitation she leant forwards further, pushing against his nose and locking her lips to his in a passionate kiss. The Guardian was unable to resist her any longer, he was too eager for the feeling of love that he had longed for and so he tilted his head to the side and kissed her back, his paw resting delicately on her neck as he melted in the moment. For a few moments the world, to them, consisted of only each other and that long kiss.
They broke slowly, unwillingly, and stared each other in the eyes. Terrador moved his large paw up to her eye and gently wiped away the salty tear that hung on her smiling cheek, his eyes never leaving hers. He could not deny the passion that he felt in his heart and the fire that seemed to burn in her eyes was drawing him in like a moth to a light until he could not resist her any longer and he placed another small kiss upon her lips.
Cynder pulled back from the second kiss, cutting it short and before Terrador could reply she had already slid her sleek body up the bed, resting her head on the pillows and sprawling herself out in front of the Guardian. She locked eyes with him once again. "Please Terrador. I want to feel loved again."
The Earth Guardian was past any reasoning any more but he didn't care. Seeing the young dragoness, splayed out with her voluptuous body on display to him and her enticing eyes just beckoning him closer, was all too much for him. He climbed up the bed after her, arching his body so that his sheath came to bump against her nether region and his lips met hers. Cynder had no mood for foreplay and her tail quickly brought Terrador's shaft to show.
She rubbed gently at the encasing, feeling it swell a little before the long pink tip began to show, just peeking from the opening. It didn't take long though to have the shaft thickening and slipping out from it's sheath and for Cynder the feel of it resting on her stomach and chest was enough to have her juices dripping down her pink opening. He was bigger than her by a fair size, perhaps over twice her size, and it was obvious that his shaft would be large as well but she wasn't prepared for how big it was when it fully erected against her. The heat that seemed to come from it covered her whole chest and she felt happy being pressed against it.
The feeling of it on her and the demand from her body to feel it inside of her made her only more lustful for the Guardian's body. Reaching up she pulled his chin down and locked her lips to his again, slipping her smaller tongue into his mouth with unyielding lust for him. He felt it too, sliding his thicker tongue into her small mouth, making her cheek bulge a little as he licked at the surfaces inside her mouth and mixed her saliva with his. Both of them moaned through the kiss for another moment or so and then, without breaking their kiss, Terrador pulled his long shaft down off of her chest and rubbed it the tip against her opening.
To Cynder it was all too much to handle and, although she didn't want to break the kiss or ruin the moment, she pushed down against the tip of his cock to show him that she wasn't willing to wait. Terrador got the message and slid his cock up against her opening a few more times, not to tease her, but to lubricate his shaft. He knew that he was going to need it if he was going to fit inside of her.
Finally satisfied that he would be able to fit inside he prodded in with his cock, working in the tip of the hot pink flesh slowly to try and part her tight opening enough to fit his wide girth. It took a few moments but he finally began to slip in past the tip of his spaded head. Every few moments he stopped, letting her get used to the thickening head as it began to near the widest point and began to stretch her wider then she had taken before. The black dragoness' eyes were tightly shut and she was grunting loudly as each inch worked into her but the short pain was worth it because every time it faded she felt full like she never had done before. She felt complete and each small movement the large male made above her only tickled and rubbed her insides more.
Terrador continued to slide deeper, feeling the head of his cock finally slip inside of the young dragoness and become enveloped by Cynder's tight warm vent. The older dragon couldn't help but let out a long low groan, adding to Cynder's quiet gasps and grunts as he slowly delved deeper into her depths. He slid a few more inches inside before starting up a small slow rhythm of thrusts, keeping them at almost the same depth each time to loosen the young dragoness up. He could fit more in even if her belly was slightly bulged already from the sizeable shaft of the Guardian.
Cynder's eyes would have been useless even if they were open. She was lost in the heat of the moment and had relocked her lips with the elder dragon's and spread her legs wider in a n attempt to get more of the wide cock inside of her young vent. It was a new experience for both of them and it was easy to say that they were both falling in love with it. Terrador had never had a lay that was this tight or passionate before and he never wanted to leave it and Cynder finally felt full and cared for, her passions received and returned and her needs finally met by the well endowed dragon.
Terrador's body was as fit as it had ever been but as a Guardian he had not had many chances to mate so when one came about he made sure he made the best of it. He knew he didn't have the stamina that others had but his enormous shaft seemed to be enough to keep the females that he bedded happy and now he was pretty sure it was doing it's job. He relished the sound of her soft moans and her short quiet yelps as he slid himself in slightly deeper than before. The thought of what he was doing to her and how others might frown upon it mattered not to him because all he cared about was the dragoness under him and pleasing the two of them.
As he slid slowly deeper inside of her, his pace began to change. It grew faster and faster, hardly even noticeably at first but soon Cynder was rocking back and forth with the thrusts. Their tongues had left each other and their kiss was broken, Cynder's mouth left in a silent moan as she slid back and forth on the covers under her new mate. Terrador had already worked up a sweat and had shut his eyes as well, focusing on his movements and holding back his orgasm rather than the sights.
"Faster Terrador, harder. I need to feel you deeper in me!" Cynder began to moan, repeating the words as her libido rose inside of her and soon she sounded as though she was begging. "Oh Terrador, fuck me harder." She moaned once again, her body shaking a little as she took most of his long shaft inside of her and felt him speed up. The Earth Guardian was obeying her every word, his own body telling him to drive harder and faster into her and the impulse to hilt her getting louder within him. It was only his common sense that told him not to; she was not ready for it.
Cynder was stretched as far as she could take the Guardian and no longer felt pain from his engorged meat so her mind was focusing on the speed and roughness at which he took her. Her mind screamed out to be slammed harder but her mind was to pleasure stricken to work her mouth. She longed to have him pound her and speed up before he finished, her own orgasm fast approaching but before she had it she wanted to be taken like a real male would take her. It built up inside of her and made her grip the bed with her claws, tearing through his sheets with ease as she clenched her fists tight. She felt it rise again and before she could stop herself she burst out.
"Fuck me harder Terrador, make me have your eggs!" She shouted out at him. The noise shot past his ears but the words hardly registered as he pulled out and in a few final times, his cock slamming harder and faster than before as he drove himself deep inside of the young dragoness in an attempt to breed her. She cried out and could hold on no longer, tipping into the void moments before her orgasm and final she succumbed the the hot passion of her mate and her cunny clenched tight around his cock, squirting her juices over it and causing more to drip out onto his bed sheets.
The feeling was too much to handle and before the Guardian could stabilise himself he was already shooting into her cunny. One final thrust inside and he let his cock fill her with his seed, the hot sticky bursts filling her insides and warming her belly up. Terrador continued to moan and gasp as his cock let loose more strings of cum into his young mate, breeding her fertile body and soon filling her completely. A few drops of the cum began to leak out from around his shaft and as he slowly pulled out his deflating cock more of the seed began to dribble out.
Terrador slumped his body down next to his mate's and he curled around her. He was about to thank her but her frequent quiet breaths told him that she was sleeping, her body finally giving in after the tiring time. He smiled and gave her brow a soft kiss before shutting his eyes to rest with her. All the while he wondered what life would be like with her and what the others would think when they learn that he and Cynder are mates.
Ignitus and the other two Guardians burst their way through the main door and strode in the main hall of Malefor's dark lair. They quickly scoured the dim room, searching the corners of candlelight for any sign of movement or life and it didn't take them long to notice the large purple dragon sat at the back of the room with Spyro by his side. All three of them began to advance slowly and menacingly, growling low under their breaths as they stalked towards Malefor.
Spyro heard the noise and tried to hold himself back from running to them in excitement, but Malefor seemed to sense his eagerness and growled low to keep him in check. Slowly Spyro sat himself back down by the side of his master, his tail tip flicking anxiously as he saw the troupe of dragons advancing on them. Their armour glowed eerily in the wavering light and the low chorus of snarls only added to the cramp in Spyro's stomach. It appeared to him that they had not come to talk.
"Wait! Ignitus stop!" Spyro called out across the hall, unable to subdue the strong urge to shout out.
"Spyro, are you alright?" Ignitus' voice was full of concern but he listened to his student and paused in his advance. Cyril and Volteer stopped as well, looking on at Spyro expectantly.
"I'm fine. You don't need to attack Ignitus; we've made a deal." The young dragon called out once again, trying to keep the fear of a battle from showing in his voice.
Before Ignitus could answer Malefor let out a small chuckle. His gristly voice seemed to echo around the room and it only made the Guardians fell more on edge.
"We have indeed struck a deal Ignitus. Spyro has displayed his eagerness to remain with me and in exchange for his service as a pet and the leadership of the Valley, you will all be spared to live under me." Again Malefor let out a small chuckle, his sharp teeth showing strikingly next to his dark purple scales.
Ignitus thought for a moment and looked back and forth between Volteer and Cyril. Both seemed as confused as he was and both seemed to be uncertain as to the truth behind this pact. "Spyro, do not trust him. Malefor is a manipulator and trying to trick you young dragon."
Malefor ignored the comment and before he could reply Spyro had stuck his head up again to shout back. "He's not Ignitus, trust me. I know he won't go back on it."
Even across the murky room Malefor could tell that Ignitus was not about to buy that he had had a small change of heart. He didn't really blame him but it was another obstacle that he now had to climb over before he could rule the Valley. "And how can we be sure that you can be trusted Ignitus?" He leant his head down next to Spyro's and whispered gently in his ear. "Spyro, lend me your help to test this. Do not worry, no harm will come of them."
Spyro was unsure about the offer but he wanted peace more than anything at that moment and as long as no harm came to the Guardians then he was willing to try anything to get them to understand. He reached out and touched Malefor's mind with his own, lending himself like an extra power source for Malefor's will and magical abilities. The larger purple dragon muttered something under his breath and stared at Cyril first and then Volteer, catching their eyes for a brief moment before everything seemed to go quiet. Spyro felt his power drain slightly as Malefor used some of his energy but it was over quickly and little had been removed.
Staring out across the room Spyro stared at the two Guardians and noticed a slight change in them. Looking at Cyril he noticed that his usually dull blue eyes had been replaced by strong purple ones and Volteer had lost his golden eyes too, the both of them now under the control of the Dark Master.
Cyril was the first to move, bringing himself round in front of the fire dragon. He stared at Ignitus and brought his head up high. "Yes Ignitus, how can we be sure that we can trust you? After all, power can do strange things to people who possess it." Volteer had brought himself round to the back of the fire Guardian and was staring at him too, making him feel cornered by his own side.
"Of course you can trust me. I've been your leader for years now and I have never once led you wrong." Ignitus was partially shocked that Cyril should pose such a question but he knew that the Dark Master was infamous for turning people against their own. The worst thing for him to do was panic and avoid their questions, that would only bring more suspicion upon him.
"You haven't always been strictly honest with us, have you Ignitus?" Volteer piped up from behind the orange dragon, watching as the fire Guardian turned his head to face him. "There have been times where you've ignored, evaded, neglected our questions because you didn't want to answer. How can we trust you if you do that?"
The fire dragon blushed heavily. He knew that he had avoided questions in the past, mainly due to the embarrassing or disturbing answers that they would have required. But now was not the time to lose his friends and fellow Guardians so he had to try and reassure them. He swallowed his pride and took a deep breath, letting out a sigh and looking up to meet the condemning gazes that the other two dragons now gave him. "Very well then. Feel free to ask me what you wish to know and I will answer you honestly."
Malefor suppressed his smile as he delved deeper into the Guardian's minds. He probed around in Cyril's memories trying to find a suitable one to use against the dragon and he found one so perfect that he couldn't hold back a short laugh.
Cyril locked his eyes with Ignitus and grinned, shuffling closer to the fire dragon with no small amount of purpose. "What about that time, a few months ago, when the four of us were talking in the main hall about years long gone and in our jovial mood we asked you if you had ever had experience with another male? I seem to remember that you only blushed and then excused yourself from the congregation. I think it's been quite long enough for you to have thought about your answer Ignitus."
If Ignitus was not an orange dragon his cheeks would have shone like beacons through the darkness with how red they glowed. He stared down at the floor and stammered uncontrollably for a moment before finally catching himself. "Well... I haven't had any experience with males before." The large dragon shifted from paw to paw, feeling as small as a hatchling under the glance of the other two dragons.
"And yet you still blush? Embarrassed, shocked, upset? Why is that?" Volteer's voice once again came from behind Ignitus and startled him at how close he had gotten. The electric dragon had brought his head up close behind Ignitus' and was now talking into his ear.
Ignitus wanted to brush the question off and return his attention back to Malefor but he couldn't ignore the question and risk losing the support of the other Guardians even if they were under the influence of the Dark Master. He let loose a long sigh and looked at the two Guardians and finally revealed what he had been holding back for longer than he could remember. "Alright... I'm interested in those things. I've always wanted to try but I was always too afraid to ever ask."
Even Spyro was shocked as he learned that his teacher was interested in males. He had never thought that he was but then again there were many things about Ignitus that Spyro might never know. He could be a very secretive dragon when he wanted to be. Cyril and Volteer didn't seem to react like he would've expected though, they looked at each other and smirked, only adding to Ignitus' embarrassment.
"And who might it be that you were interested in Ignitus?" Cyril smiled and gave Ignitus a small look over while waiting for him to answer. "There must be someone who you would lie to try with."
"I... Well... I suppose there was." Ignitus caught Cyril's eye and could tell he wanted to know so the fire dragon shut his eyes and just let his lips loosen. "It's Terrador."
Malefor whispered something under his breath and flicked his paw slightly and with a sudden clanging of metal all of the Guardian's armour fell to the floor. The two hypnotised dragons chuckled and closed in on their leader, their tails flicking as they did. Ignitus' head darted between them, he felt rather unsettled by their behaviour and strange gazes. Before he could respond though Volteer had already made a move and hopped up onto Ignitus' back, his forelegs holding onto the other dragon's bright orange hide. Sliding his crotch up against the tail of the fire dragon made Volteer chuckle quietly to himself.
"Just imagine that I'm Terrador, Ignitus." Ignitus gasped as he looked over his shoulder and felt something warm against his tail. The yellow dragon shifted his weight and curled his tail around to pull the fire dragon's out of the way, revealing to him the dark red tailhole for him to play with. Volteer leant forward, rubbing his spaded head against the warm tail-star, his eagerness shown by the drooling pre that made it's way out of his cock slit and smeared against the backside of the fire dragon.
Ignitus opened his mouth to resist but found himself quickly mounted by Cyril as well, the dragon hopping up on his back to face Volteer and with one quick thrust he suck him member inside Ignitus' unsuspecting muzzle. He yelped around the shaft as he felt Volteer begin to probe his way inside his tailhole. It took a few moments before the fire Guardian's mind caught up and he realised what was happening to him. He tried to pull away but Cyril had placed his paws upon the back of his head, holding him in place so that he couldn't move from the thick purple shaft inside his mouth.
Behind him, Volteer had finally had enough of toying around with his leader and so with a soft lean forward he popped the head of his blue cock inside of the tight ring making him gasp loudly and hiss through his teeth as he felt the hot greasy tailpipe accept his cock. Ignitus clenched his eyes shut as he felt the cock begin to slip inside of his virgin tailhole and send short shocks of pain up his backside. He could do little in his state to stop them without hurting them both and even if they were controlled by the Dark Master, they were still his friends.
The fire dragon had little else to do but give in to the two dragons above him. The weight and strength that they possessed together was much more than he had and he could not risk hurting them. He looked down his nose to see Cyril's thick pole inside his mouth, the taste of salty pre making him think for a moment and then, throwing caution to the wind, he slid his neck forward and enveloped another few inches of the ice dragon's cock. He swallowed his pride, after all, if it was going to happen to him and he could do nothing about it then he could at least enjoy it.
The pain from Volteer's engorged member being slipped ever deeper into his tailhole began to fade. Even in his possessed frame of mind the excitable dragon was still as soft as ever, taking Ignitus tentatively. His cock was now about half way inside his friend and had just slipped past the second ridge making him moan once again and shut his eyes tightly. It was heavenly to him and the tightness was something new to him, something that he hadn't yet experienced with a female and it made him shiver with the grip that Ignitus had on his shaft. Like a well experienced hand it coaxed every pressure point around his shaft and the warmth seemed to draw out the drops of pre from his cock tip, lubing it so that he could pump in and out of the fire dragon without any painful catches.
Ignitus let out a low groan around Cyril's meat. It surprised him that it had but now the pain had passed he was left with a sea of pleasure. He found that Volteer's meat seemed to massage his tailhole with it's ridges, slowly moving in and out, grinding against his smooth walls with the chunky pole. Again and again Volteer began to take his rump, slowly and teasingly playing with his new found toy and sending Ignitus into a much needed feeling of relaxation. Even the thoughts of Spyro and Malefor just across the room passed from his mind as he was lost in the sensual act.
Cyril growled as he heard Ignitus moan and he took it as a signal to begin his own thrusts. It was true that Ignitus was trying his best to pleasure him with his tongue but he was inexperienced and Cyril's lust was much too high to contemplate waiting around. His cock slit bathed the fire dragon's tongue in his salty pre, feeding him his rich juices with as much eagerness as Ignitus took it. His throat was constantly working as he swallowed down mouthfuls of ice dragon pre.
Ignitus formed a tight ring with his lips and kept it well slicked with his saliva and pre mixture that filled his mouth, allowing Cyril to take a slow but long thrust into his mouth each time. He didn't need to use his tongue often as Cyril face-fucked him but Ignitus couldn't resist trying to make the pleasure greater for the Guardian. The fire dragon was immersed in euphoria and was trying to give as much as he got. His tongue flicking over the middle of that long pole as it slid in and out of his mouth and he couldn't help but shiver in excitement and tighten his lips as he felt one of Cyril's purple ridges slip over his bottom lip.
"Yes Ignitus, you're starting to enjoy yourself now. I think I could get used to having you open your mouth for me like a good little cock slut you are." Cyril's words were not due to the influence of the Dark Master as Ignitus knew too well. There had been many times where he had brought back females from town and his words had resonated through Ignitus' room for hours on end. Ignitus wouldn't admit it but he loved to hear it through the wall; it sparked a little excitement from knowing what he was listening to and now being the recipient of such things made his own hard red cock throb underneath him, adding to the pool of pre that he had created on the floor.
"Volteer, go harder on our little slut. I think he's eager to have it as we can give it." Cyril sneered at Volteer, grinning as he continued to delve his cock deeper inside Ignitus' throat. Volteer responded without any words but his suddenly deeper stroke and the loud yelp from Ignitus made it clear that he had listened to the ice dragon. Ignitus had never considered how little of Volteer's cock was actually inside of him until he felt the long probing thrust stab into him. He knew that he was most likely wrong but to him it felt like the yellow dragon had pushed his cock into his stomach. The fire dragon had never felt fuller and to say that he didn't love it would have been a lie; his tongue was a testament to that as it curled around Cyril's cock and squeezed the spaded head tightly and so forcing a hiss from the ice dragon.
It was apparent that none of the dragons were going to last much longer. Ignitus' cock had begun to jump of it's own accord, his pool of pre having grown in size and his balls were tight to his body in readiness to finish. Cyril was panting loudly between his short bursts of verbal slander towards Ignitus and his cock now dribble pre into his mouth in a near constant stream. Behind the fire dragon Volteer's thrusts were becoming slightly irregular as he tried to keep his knees from buckling under him. He bit into his lip and began to slips his cock deeper once again in the hopes of getting the best orgasm he could out of it. The sound of moans and slapping was all that filled the room as they all grew tense.
Volteer was the first to lose his control and with an almighty thrust he rammed his shaft deep into Ignitus' tailhole. The sudden pain of his deep thrust caused Ignitus to clench his tailhole tightly around the thick cock, massaging the pulsing meat with his sore red tailhole, and in turn made Volteer roar out in pleasure. His cock head flared and his slit opened to let the torrents of viscous seed shoot up from his swinging balls, the flooding heat in Ignitus' tailpipe surrounding his cock as it twitched and jerked inside the tight hole. Ignitus thought he was full before but the jet of cum that sprayed into his belly only seemed to stretch him further than he was sure he was capable of and before long dribbles of the pearly cum began to drip from his freshly-bred backside.
When Volteer had slammed his shaft in deep to his tailpipe he struck the submissive dragon's prostate and if his lips had not been covering his teeth he would have bitten down on Cyril's enormous shaft. Instead though he simply closed his lips tightly around it and moaned, squashing the ice dragons shaft just below the flared head so tightly that he could not thrust in or out of the fire dragon's mouth. Instead he allowed himself to topple over the edge following the electric dragon, filling his new slut's mouth with his musky cum and forcing him to drink it as the powerful strings of seed hit the back of his throat.
Ignitus had no choice but to swallow but even with the choice he knew that he would have done the same. The texture of the seed was strange; sticky and slimy at the same time but it clung to his tongue and filled every crevice with the unique taste. He knew he would taste it for weeks as he hungrily drank it down, the spray of seed slowing down so that he could savour the taste a little more before he swallowed the strong male's essence.
Finally Cyril's flow stopped and he dropped down to look at his friend's muzzle. It looked as it always did and the only changes were that his cheeks were slightly redder and that he had a small stream of white seed that had dribble down to his chin. Volteer too dismounted and watched as the fire dragon's tailhole closed up but for a small slow flow of seed that worked it's way back out of him. They both smiled at the sight of their leader as he slowly lowered his tail and his head in exhaustion.
Cyril and Volteer sat next to each other in front of the fire dragon and sat there grinning at him. For once they were both silent. It distracted Ignitus, even in his horny state, so close to orgasm, he noticed that they were peculiarly quiet. Another weight came down upon his shoulders, this one heavier that Volteer but Ignitus was already in a submissive position and it would have taken much to keep him there either way.
The fire Guardian was tired and didn't have the strength to turn his head and see who was on top of him now. He could only assume who it was and his idea was confirmed rather quickly as another shaft bumped against his cum-smeared tailhole, the tip poking at the hole in much the way that Volteer's had done and a low voice growled just behind his head.
"Very nice show Ignitus. Now be a good pet and let the new leader of the Valley take your messy tailhole. I'll show you how a real dragon mates." The purple dragon had his shaft already hooked under the other's tail and began to slowly rock his weight forward to slip his colossal pole inside the fire dragon. He growled again, louder this time as he popped his tip inside the still tight and slimy hole of the used dragon. Malefor's shaft was bigger than Volteer's but with the help of Volteer's remaining deposit of seed he slid in most of his ridged cock in one fluid thrust.
Ignitus' head dropped to the floor and the front half of his body collapses under the weight and exhaustion. The weight of the Dark Master though seemed to lock his hind legs upright keeping him in a perfect breeding position for Malefor. The purple dragon sniggered at the fire dragon, his position making him seem so lusty for his cock.
"Oh my Ignitus, I'd never pictured you would bend over so happily to take me. I must have misjudged your strength. Evidently what you crave is the body heat of another male as he breeds you like the orange slut you are." Malefor couldn't help but play with the fire dragon's mind as he continued to pump into his tailhole. In much the same way as Cyril's words had, Malefor's crude comments only turned Ignitus on further. It turned him on almost as much as the soft squelching sound that he heard and felt inside his rump as the ebony shaft slammed deeper into the store of seed, pushing it further inside of him with each powerful stab.
Malefor had been unable to control himself as he had watched the mating from afar; the scents, the moans of lust, the sight of it all had been too much and had left him toying with the idea of mounting the fire Guardian. At first he thought Ignitus would fight back against him but it became apparent that he was too tired and, after not getting to cum, much too horny. He was now glad that he had decided to do it; his new bitch was tight and eager too, much like Spyro was. The only difference was size and that Spyro was much tighter but there was something about breeding the old leader of the Valley that made Malefor's libido enhance and the pleasure he received seemed so much greater as he dominated over the leader of the Guardians.
Spyro had sat as still as he could muster throughout the show and made no attempt to hide his throbbing erection which he now pawed at quickly. He wanted to join in with the others; everyone got to join but him. It riled him slightly but he could not stay mad when he was as aroused as he was now. Before he knew what he was doing he had leapt from the side of the scene and waltzed into the display, neither of the two mating dragons noticing him and the two others were far too mesmerised to pay any heed. He was not unnoticed for long though as his young purple lips locked around the tip of Ignitus' long cock, suckling at it gently and drinking the streams of pre.
The fire dragon gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head as he struggled to hold his grip on his orgasm, savouring the feeling for a while longer as his student worked over his member with his well trained tongue. Spyro didn't care that he was sat in the slimy pre-pool that the fire Guardian had made underneath himself and with ever increasing arousal he slid his throat further onto the wide organ. His time with Malefor had served him well as his throat massaged at the sides of Ignitus' puffed glands and his tongue played with every pleasurable spot that he had learnt from his master. The young purple dragon's paw was a blur on his own shaft as he tried to release his pent up hormones in the mass of the dragons mating.
Malefor's head ducked down a little to see what Ignitus was suddenly crooning at and the sight brought a lusty smile to his lips. Even as Spyro caught the eyes of his master he did not slow down his work even if his cheeks did flush a slight red but nothing could remove the thought of finishing from his mind and tasting the hot cum of the legendary fire Guardian.
"Well isn't this precious? My two best sluts playing together so nicely. Such good boys you both are." He growled through his clenched teeth, his hips rolling in long passionate strides rather than deep probing thrusts. He imagined that he would slam his way into Ignitus and take him brutally but now that the moment had arrived and the orange dragon was so eager he simply wanted to enjoy it to draw out the pleasure which meant that it would also cause little to no pain for the fire Guardian.
It only took a few more moments before Ignitus began to lift his head once again and clench his eyes tight. His lips formed a silent moan a few seconds before any noise rose from his throat and then it was a soft and rather effeminate moan for one so large and strong. What it sounded though was music to Spyro's ears. He slipped himself back and removed his paw from his shaft and added it to hold Ignitus' cock in place. Then he pointed the tip at his muzzle and opened his mouth with renewed eagerness. He felt the cock try to pull away from his paws, shaking and jerking violently but he held his grip and watched the head flare once again teasingly without spewing before the stream finally came. It hit him across the nose first as he misinterpreted the strength of the orgasm and coating his muzzle white but he corrected himself quickly and received a mouthful of warm musky cum as a reward. He took a moment to taste it carefully, letting another shot strike his chest scales and dribble down him, before he drank it and opened his mouth for another serving of dragon cream.
He waited until Ignitus had been fully emptied before sliding out from under him soaked in cum. The sight of it bringing a small chuckle from Malefor as he continued to breed the dragon under him. Spyro could tell but the grunt that he gave and the look upon his face that the large purple dragon would not last much longer and so the purple and white dragon headed round to sit in front of Ignitus.
The fire Guardian was much too tired to pay much heed to him at first as he began to recover but that didn't stop Spyro from working his shaft over with his paw, licking some of the cum from his scales as he did to fuel his passion. He knew that he would remember that picture forever; the sight of Ignitus' flaring cock as it began to spew hot cum into his mouth, feeding the young dragon his cum. He wished he could taste that seed more often, in his lust-crazed mind he wished that he could serve every dragon in the room more often.
Ignitus opened his eyes and gave a weak smile, a sort of silent thank you to the dragon who tended to his desperate need. The fire dragon saw what Spyro was doing and he smiled again. 'One good turn deserves another.' he recited in his head before he opened his mouth and slid his thick tongue out to lap at the tip of Spyro's cock. The musk from the young dragon was strong in his nose and the taste was stronger still but he enjoyed them immensely. He was still rocking back and forth from Malefor's long strides but he concentrated his energy on helping his student finish up, his tongue working over the tip and bringing quiet moans from the young one.
Malefor lifted his head to the heavens and let loose and almighty roar, announcing his orgasm to all within earshot. His cock was deep within the orange dragon's sore tailhole and let loose a torrent of virile seed at quantities to exceed Volteer's. Ignitus felt his rump being filled again and couldn't help but moan, renewing his efforts on Spyro's cock as his lust rose a little once again.
The large purple dragon leant his head back down to rest on Ignitus' back as he finished up inside of him, panting in the ear of the fire Guardian whilst he let his balls empty their seed. Even after the frequent mating sessions with Spyro, he was still able to produce enough seed to put most dragon's of his size to shame; a detail about him that Spyro found most attractive. He watched silently, grinning as he spied on Spyro and Ignitus and the passionate licks that the fire dragon produced.
He had begun watching at the right time as Spyro tilted his head back and moaned, pulling himself away from Ignitus' tongue and pawing himself quickly and roughly, the tip still pointed at his teacher. The young dragon's seed shot from his tip and splattered over the front of the fire Guardian's face, leaving his muzzle dotted with lines of seed. He kept his tongue out as well and received a warm rain of young dragon spooge upon it which tasted a little different from Cyril's but mostly the same.
Once he had finished all of the dragons were free from their urges and, with a quiet purr from Malefor, free from his grip. Cyril shook his head and stared at the scene in front of him. Ignitus was bent over panting with Malefor buried inside of his tailhole, both of them with a look of satisfaction upon their muzzles. And Spyro was now sitting with his limp shaft resting on Ignitus' muzzle, smearing a few of the strings of seed silently. He had seen it all when he was hypnotised. He'd taken part willingly. But this was the first time that any of it actually registered in his mind. He was about to object but he couldn't find anything to object to. He had enjoyed it all and from the silence and the sideways glance from Volteer he assumed that he felt the same.
They all waited until everyone had recovered from the mating session before untangling themselves and sitting in a civilised circle to talk. Being that close with each other seemed to bring them closer in a strange way and Malefor's calm and passionate breeding showed a side to him that Ignitus never knew was there. It was strange to him but he was beginning to feel more comfortable around the purple dragon and see him as less of a threat now that he showed such primal lusts towards him that they both shared. However for a while the circle stayed silent as everyone thought of what to say.
"So, you say that no one will be harmed, killed, slaughtered if we concede the Valley to you?" Volteer asked. He felt like following Ignitus' feelings about Malefor. After all, Ignitus had never led them wrong before and so why would he lead them wrong now.
"That is correct. None would be hurt as long as all accept it. Perhaps we can meet up every now and again to... 'negotiate' certain things." The Dark Master replied, adding a little emphasis to hint at something more. There were nods around the group as they all enjoyed the release and certainly liked the idea of continuing it more often. "As a sign of good faith I will offer you special access to my very private and well trained toy Spyro. Your will is his command as is mine and he will no doubt follow eagerly."
This again brought smiles and nods from the group along with a few muttered words of approval. After seeing how eager Spyro was and how well he had worked his tongue they were all keen to feel it themselves. Even Spyro managed a happy nod in his tired state. Although he had been mating for a few days he still didn't have high stamina and was tired after such an intense orgasm.
"I'm not completely sold Malefor. I see many upsides but I'm not totally sure whether it's the right thing for us to do." Cyril voiced his concern. He trusted Malefor more now especially that the others did but he needed more proof that things would be well and the Dark Master sensed it in him.
"Very well Cyril. Allow me to make one more addition to my promises then." He lifted his paw to point at Ignitus. "Your very own pet."
Ignitus blushed heavily, noticeable even through his orange scales and made no attempt to object. He simply looked at Cyril and blushed, showing a coy smile to the ice dragon. Cyril watched his expression and grinned slyly, nodding slowly to himself.
"I believe I accept your terms Malefor. He'll serve me well, I'm sure." Cyril smiled towards him. Malefor smiled back as he knew that this would bring in a new era to the Valley. One of open lust and displays. One of stronger bonds between dragons through their primal lusts. One that was ruled by him.