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Temple Passions

Chapter 1

Sunlight crept across the Earth Guardian's face as the morning sun began to rise. Morning had now arrived, his internal body clock forcing himself to waken from his slumber. Terrador's eyes blinked open as he slowly sat up. He yawned, stretching his muscles and even spreading his wings; preparing himself for another day. Standing up he walked over to the window and moved the curtains aside. The view of the dragon city of Warfang greeted him.

It has been exactly two days after the world had been pieced back together. Two days ever since Spyro and Cynder had defeated the Dark Master, Malefor. Two days after the heroes had retuned, safe and unharmed. A lot had happened over the short timespan; Terrador was surprised he had been able to keep up with it all.

One of the things, however, he wasn't able to keep up with was his urges. He had been trying quite hard to keep his mind off it, but it was proving to be more challenging as the days went on. Today was no exception. His member was throbbing between his legs, greatly wanting attention. The last time he had mated was back when everything was at peace and the Dark Master didn't reign supreme yet. He shifted his footing as he tried to focus on what was important. Mating was the last thing that should be on his mind right now. Due to the passing of the Fire Guardian, he was appointed as the new leader of their group. He was left in charge to deal with finding all the surviving dragons, if there ever were.

But the more he tried to stop thinking of his urges, the stronger it got. Thoughts of lewd activities filled his head, making him shudder from how vivid they were. He looked outside and saw that it was still rather early in the morning. Aside from him, Cyril, Volteer, Spyro and Cynder wouldn't have woken up yet; he was the early bird amongst the all of them dragons.

Maybe...

Terrador looked down, his eyes going to straight to the hot and stiff appendage hanging between his legs. A paw glided down and gently stroked his dragonhood. He groaned, as he teased himself. Even his balls seemed to feel twice as heavier as usual, no doubt filled with his potent seed.

...he could at least get some release this early morning? No doubt he'd earned it. He was part of the group of dragons that had save the world. A little time for himself wouldn't hurt anybody.

His paw slowly began to squeeze his member as his mind made itself up. He as going to have some alone time and he was going to enjoy it. But the position he was in wasn't helping him relax. He was standing up rather awkwardly, with his right paw slowly moving up and down between his legs. He needed to lie down. Walking over to his pile of cushions, he unceremoniously dropped himself and rolled over, spreading his legs as wide as possible. His cock stood stiff and erect, already dripping with pre from his earlier actions. His paw went back down again, eager to feel himself up again. The smell of his musk filled his nostrils making him all hornier. As his right paw was busy, so was his left. It was also busy massaging his two orbs. The sensations were phenomenal. A gentle squeeze here coupled with a medium pace of pumping reminded Terrador of how great masturbating felt.

Even though he desperately wanted release, he had enough experience to know that a fast ejaculation wasn't exactly the most fulfilling. Stimulating yourself as long as possible and basically holding off as much as possible was though. Following this principle, he slowed his medium pace to a relaxed one, trying to get the most out of each stroke. Terrador also wasn't a stranger to fantasies. He briefly remembered himself jerking off to erotic thoughts of the dragonesses back at the Temple where he used to study. Try as he might, too much time had passed and he could no longer see why he had found the images so arousing as it was back then. Maybe it was his hormones; whichever it was, he didn't know.

He decided to look into his most recent memories and see which was the most arousing. Obviously it wasn't the time when the war was going on; that was a turn off. It was something for more recent. And then he remembered. The smell; the sight; it was intoxicating. The very image sent a shiver down himself, eliciting a moan from his lips as a drop of pre leaked out of his cock. It was none other than the image of the young dragoness, Cynder. Terrador didn't feel ashamed. Cynder was already at the coming of age, and she was definitely beginning to look the part. Her body had already began to change, even if she didn't know it herself. Her curves were becoming prominent; her body was beginning to slender. She was growing up so fast, and in just a few days time, she'll experience her first heat along with Spyro.

Terrador's mind slowly began to lost itself to his fantasies. He imagined himself standing over Cynder who was cowering in front of him, begging to give her relief from her heat. She didn't even have to ask twice. Terrador wholeheartedly mounted her in his fantasy, reflecting it with the pace of his paws increasing. He pawed off furiously; he was more pent up than he had ever imagined. Abstaining from any form of sexual activity does that to you. His fantasy became even more lewd as it shifted, and this time, it gave him the image of Cynder giving him a blowjob. It was the hottest thing he had ever pictured. Cynder was going balls deep, making him want it more than just a fantasy. He yearned for the feel of lips on his cock. The sucking motion and the overall sensation of tongue on member. A lewd thought crossed his mind.

Terrador, as bulky as he was, was surprisingly flexible. Amongst the four of them Guardians, he was actually flexible enough to be able to self suck himself. He had no qualms about the idea of himself sucking his own cock. It was self pleasure. Who was to judge on how he pleasures himself? And besides, he was too horny enough to actually argue with himself. Easing up a little, he positioned himself on the bed and bent over. His body strained a little, but the tension wasn't all that painful to him. The smell of his own arousal entered his nostrils, as his maw came closer to his erect member. With no second thoughts, he took his own cock in his maw and closed it. The teeth weren't much of a problem. The sucking motion however was. He groaned, both from pain and pleasure. The amount of strain it caused his back was great, and it tested him if he actually wanted to go through with this. But he was into deep now. Pushing onwards, he gently rocked himself, his maw slowly going down his stiff cock. He was doing it, and he was loving every second of it. His tongue wantonly licked, dancing around and slathering his ridges. Terrador felt wonderful. He couldn't believe he had been missing this for a long time. His amorous thoughts fueled him on, as he was envisioning that he was giving it all to Cynder. The poor dragoness was screwed violently, the earth dragon loosing himself to his passionate love making.

But all things come to an end.

It didn't take long. The pumping of his cock; Terrador blowing himself and his dirty thoughts were all too much to bare. The pressure began to arise and the earth dragon found himself trying to buck into his maw, as he was loosing control. He groaned as he felt his orgasm draw near. His pace quickened and his member grew stiffer. Sensing it coming, he released his member from his maw and opened wide. It came out strong and in full spurts. The strong musky scent of his cum filled his nostrils. The first spurt went straight up and collided onto the top of his maw, painting it in a fresh coat of white. Terrador groaned as more and more, his stiff cock sprayed his semen. The second spurt came and it struck him on his chest, leaving streaks of white. His body gave and he was forced to lay back down his back, his cock still going at it.

In the aftermath, he laid there, breathing long and relaxed, his limp cock resting on his chest. That was a strong release. Terrador never felt so good in his entire life. It just showed him how pent up he really was. He just felt contented to just lay down there and sleep. But alas, he had guardian duties to attend to. He smiled to himself as he sat up. He had made quite a mess of himself. His cock was dripping semen, but nonetheless was slowly going back to its sheath. Unlike back then, he normally would have just reached over and wipe all his cum away, with a hand rag he prepared earlier. However, this was a spur of the moment thing. He didn't have the luxury of preparation. He sighed, realizing he needed to wash this all off at the bathroom, before it all gets dry and sticky. But his cock had not fully receded yet, making him reluctant to do so. He turned his was and glanced outside. The sun was already shining brightly, and sounds of activity were already present. Surely the dragons of the Temple were already awake as well. It made going to the bathroom all the more challenging. He didn't exactly want to go out there and be accidentally found out that he had been playing with himself. However his fellow guardians would clearly understand if they did. Spyro and Cynder, on the other paw...they were not taught about the basics of life and would require more explanation, not to mention the awkwardness that it would ensue.

Terrador thought hard and long. He could make a break for it, and just run, hoping that no one would see him. Or he could just wait it out, but be forced to deal with the dry cum sticking to his scales. He decided the former was a better idea. Standing again on his four paws, he made sure to cover his flaccid cock with his tail. It was still there, dangling and swinging as he walked, along with his balls.

He walked over to the door, and peered outside. There wasn't a single being in sight. Braving himself, he stepped outside and briskly walked to the bathroom.