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The heavy thud of Cynder’s paws echoed through the still air, the sound swallowed by the vast emptiness around her. The Mountains of Malefor, a monument to past horrors, loomed before her, steeped in sorrow and loss. So many had perished here, and the land itself seemed to remember.

The black dragoness had changed over the years. She had grown into a striking figure, slim, toned, and effortlessly graceful. She turned heads wherever she went, though few dared to approach. The aura of danger that clung to her was enough to deter even the boldest admirers. After all, she had once been the Terror of the Skies. And some reputations were hard to shake.

But none of that mattered here.

This place held nothing but ghosts. She remembered all too well the path that had led her here before, dragged by Gaul, the Ape King, forced to witness the Well of Souls awaken its dark power, the moment Spyro had been twisted into something he was never meant to be. And Gaul… she could still hear his final moments, his fate sealed by the very darkness he had unleashed.

She shut her eyes, steadying herself against the wave of memories.

She had come here under the Guardians’ orders, an investigation. A scout had reported strange activity in the area. But in truth, she had her doubts. That same scout had later been diagnosed with schizophrenia, likely a victim of the corrupted flora and fauna near the mountain’s base. The land was still tainted by Malefor’s lingering darkness, twisting minds and warping reality. Fortunately, Cynder had always been resistant to its influence. Perhaps that was why they had sent her.

She was the best choice for this mission.

Spyro could have come with her.

But she hadn’t let him.

This wasn’t his battle, it was hers. No matter how much she loved him, no matter how much peace he had given her, some part of her past still felt… unfinished.

She exhaled, murmuring to herself, “Let’s just get this over with.”

As she took her next step, a prickle of unease ran down her spine. Instinctively, she glanced over her shoulder, feeling—no, knowing—something had been watching her. But the presence faded just as quickly as it had come, leaving nothing but silence in its wake.

Her muscles tensed, but she forced herself to move forward.

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As she navigated the rugged terrain, Cynder’s sharp eyes caught sight of something unusual—footprints. They were small, oval-shaped, and tipped with short claws. Not dragon tracks.

She frowned, recognizing them instantly. ‘Ape pawprints?’

The sight stirred old memories, dragging her mind back to the war, back to the days when the Apes had marched across Avalar, serving Malefor’s will. But what were they doing here now?

"Just what are those creatures up to…?" she muttered under her breath.

Following the trail, she passed through areas where the ground had been recently disturbed. Loose dirt, displaced rocks—signs of activity. Something had been happening here.

Yet, aside from scattered imprints of tools pressed into the soil, there was no sign of the tools themselves. Whoever had been working here had taken everything with them. Sloppy. They hadn't even bothered to fully cover their tracks.

Cynder pressed on, the path growing more and more familiar. She didn't need footprints to guide her anymore—her own memories were enough.

And then she saw it.

Just ahead, looming like a ghost from her past, was the entrance to the Well of Souls.

She stopped at the cave’s mouth, gazing down the eerily cleared path. The unease that had been lurking at the back of her mind swelled into something stronger.

This place shouldn’t even be standing.

She remembered how it had collapsed—the walls caving in when Spyro had absorbed too much of the dark energy that had spilled from the Well. Gaul had fallen that day, his reign ending in fire and ruin. And Spyro…

He had encased both of them in crystal to save them from the destruction.

She shuddered. The past felt too close.

Nevertheless, she had a mission to complete.

Bracing herself, Cynder ventured further inside, passing through the narrow tunnel until it opened up into a huge chamber. She could hardly believe her eyes.

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The walls were clean, unscarred by the destruction. They had been repaired, carefully restored by skilled hands. It looked as though nothing had ever happened here. But it had, and the knowledge of that fact hung over her like a cloud.

She could see the remnants of old torches along the walls, lit and smoking. There have been others here recently.

Who?

There was only one way to find out.

She continued deeper into the chamber, stopping before the yawning abyss that stretched before her. Ahead, a bridge of stone extended across the chasm, ending at a stone platform.

The Well of Souls.

She shuddered again.

That was where it had happened.

"What in ancestor's name is going on here..." Cynder said out loud, her voice echoing through the chamber.

She crossed the bridge, pausing when she reached the middle. She could feel it. Someone was watching her from the shadows, and it was not just one person.

Her heightened senses could hear their shallow breathing, smell their sweat. They were waiting for something—her, perhaps?

They would have to wait a little longer.

As she moved to the Well of Souls, Cynder kept an alert eye on the darkness around her, the glow of the well casting her in an otherworldly light. The platform beneath her paws felt solid, ancient, and a cool mist wafted up from the depths below.

Then all of a sudden, the dragoness threw a wind blast towards the being hiding in the shadows near her, knocking it off the ceiling as it fell towards the ground, revealing itself as a large creature with orange fur and yellow markings, sporting a bushy mane around its head while possessing a long tail with a spade-shaped tip and white fur.

It was an ape.

And not just one— as expected, a dozen more of them leapt out of their hiding places, dropping from the ceiling or crawling out of crevices along the wall.

They surrounded her, growling and brandishing crude weapons made of stone and metal. One of them stepped forward, his gaze fixed upon her.

Cynder met his stare evenly. "Well, what do we have here? Looks like some of Malefor's leftovers. Or should I say Gaul's?"

"That name is dead to us!" The ape replied in a gruff voice, baring his teeth. "We serve a new master now! One who will realize our lord's ambitions!"

The other apes roared in agreement.

Cynder raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And who might that be? Don't tell me you've been digging around in this place again? Because if you are—"

"Enough! We won't let you interfere! Kill her!"

"You first."

With a wave of her paw, she summoned a gust of wind that blasted the nearest apes off their feet, sending them flying into the wall with a satisfying crunch.

As they lay groaning on the ground, Cynder lunged forward, tearing through the next line of apes like a bolt of lightning.

Her jaws closed around a flailing arm, tearing it clean off before she spun around, her tail cutting through the air like a whip.

A couple of them fired off a barrage of crossbow bolts with a few grazing her scales, but she avoided most of them by turning into her shadowy form and slinking between the apes, striking from behind.

Their cries echoed throughout the chamber.

Before long, all that remained of the ape's attack was a pile of unconscious bodies—and a few crushed limbs.

Cynder snorted, flicking the blood off her claws. "You were talking about a master?"

There was no response.

But she could feel it. Someone—something—was watching her, its presence looming over her like a cloud.

She turned her gaze upward.

And she saw it.

Perched upon one of the higher ledges, its crimson eyes glowing in the dark, was a large dragon. His scales were jet black, glimmering with a strange sheen. His aura screamed of danger, of power. And there was something else... a familiarity that she couldn't quite place.

The dragon stepped out of the shadows, revealing himself fully. He was larger than any dragon she had ever seen, his shoulders broad, his limbs rippling with muscle. His body was built for brute strength and agility, his form sleek and deadly.

He looked down at her, a smirk curling his lips.

"Well, well, look what the apes dragged in."

His voice sent a shiver down Cynder's spine.

It was deep, almost hypnotic. But it wasn't the sound of it that unnerved her. It was the tone, the sense of arrogance, the confidence.

It had the same tone that Malefor would use when he had found a toy to play with.

"Who are you?" She demanded, trying to sound braver than she felt. "What are you doing here?"

The black dragon chuckled softly, descending from the ledge and landing on the platform in front of her, his tail swishing behind him. He towered over her, his presence dominating the space between them.

"Now why would I tell you anything, love?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "On second thought..."

His eyes seemed to bore into her, their red depths filled with some hidden knowledge. A knowing glint flashed across his features.

"You're not one to be trifled with, are you?"

"You don't know me."

He laughed. "Oh, but I do. Your legend precedes you, Cynder. The great heroine of the Dragon Realms... The Terror of the Skies... You've quite the reputation."

The dragon took a glance at her body, making Cynder feel a bit uncomfortable at the sudden attention as he smiled lewdly before continuing.

"And quite the figure, too."

Cynder growled, baring her teeth. "Sorry, but my heart's been taken by someone else."

She raised her paw, summoning a sphere of green energy. "Answer my questions."

The black dragon didn't flinch, his gaze still fixed upon her. "Or what?"

"Or else."

He laughed, the sound echoing through the chamber. "I'm trembling in fear."

The dragoness' eyes narrowed.

Without warning, she fired off a poison bolt, sending it hurtling towards him.

He didn't move, simply staring at her with a knowing grin on his face.

As the orb of green energy neared him, he casually raised a claw and batted it aside, the orb bouncing harmlessly off his scales before dissipating into the air.

Cynder's eyes widened.

He hadn't even flinched.

The dragon chuckled, flexing his claws. "I wouldn't try that again if I were you, love. You might live to regret it."

He took a step forward, his body glowing with a crimson light. "Now then, let's try this again."

He lowered his head so that they were face to face, his snout inches away from hers.

"My name is Lavalier~" She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and smell his scent. It was strong, masculine. And it made her feel... things. "And I want you, Cynder~"

She immediately pulled back when the male suddenly brought his muzzle forward and gave her a peck in the muzzle. This single act sent her mind in a frenzy, her heart beating like crazy as she blushed from embarrassment.

Cynder couldn't believe it.

Here she was, facing down a dragon that had just effortlessly deflected one of her most powerful attacks, and all he did was give her a kiss in the muzzle.

"Y-You bastard!" The audacity of this dragon to do such a thing!

Enraged, Cynder fired off another poison bolt, this time infusing it with more power. As the bolt shot towards him, she put more effort into it, increasing the speed and force behind it.

The dragon didn't even blink.

He simply raised a claw again, batting it away like it was nothing.

Cynder growled in frustration. This wasn't working.

She moved around the dragon, looking for an opening as the male followed her with his gaze, his eyes never leaving hers.

She was fast, but he was faster. When she tried to strike at him from the side, he easily dodged her, his movements fluid and graceful. When she tried to slice him with her tail, he easily jumped out of the way, his wings unfurling to catch him before he hit the ground.

It was like trying to catch smoke with your claws.

"What's wrong, love?" The black dragon asked, a smirk on his face. "Not used to fighting someone who can actually keep up with you?"

Cynder gritted her teeth. She hated to admit it, but he was right.

She had always been the most agile among her peers, always able to overpower or outmaneuver any enemy that came her way.

But this dragon... He was different. He was stronger, faster, more skilled than any she had ever encountered. It was like fighting against the wind itself, a force of nature that couldn't be contained, couldn't be controlled.

In all her life, she had never faced such a challenge.

And for some reason, it made her hot and excited.

The way Lavalier's eyes flashed when he looked at her, the way his body moved with such grace and power, the way his muscles rippled beneath his scales...

It was intoxicating, alluring, maddening.

"Enough!"

Cynder screamed, ignoring the heat that coursed through her body as she lunged blindly at the black dragon, claws outstretched. She was done playing his game. If he wouldn't talk, then she would make him.

As the black dragoness lunged at him, the dragon sidestepped and then slammed his shoulder into her body, throwing her off balance and making her tumble to the floor.

Before she could recover, he pounced on her, pinning her under his weight as he wrapped his forelegs around her, trapping her in a tight embrace.

"Are we feeling frisky now, love?"

She struggled to get loose, but the dragon held firm, not budging an inch. She struggled, wriggled, squirmed, writhed.

But it was no use. He had her completely helpless.

"Damn you!" She shouted, her breathing heavy as she glared into his eyes.

But the dragon only smiled in return, rubbing against her neck and body as he breathed in her scent. "Mmmmmm~"

She felt the dragon shift his weight, tail coiling against her hind leg as he rubbed against her even more.

"Do you smell it?" He asked.

"What?" She asked, struggling to free herself. "Smell what?"

The dragon took a deep breath, inhaling her scent as she could feel him shuddering against her. "Your arousal."

Cynder froze, her eyes widening as the dragon nuzzled closer, pressing his muzzle against her ear and whispering to her.

"Did you know what I wanted with you, my love~?" His breath was warm against her ear.

"I'm gonna suck you off your power," He then started licking her ears, the action causing the dragoness to shiver a little in surprise.

"And use it to revive the Dark Master~" He added after a short moment of licking her.

Upon hearing this, Cynder immediately headbutted him in the snout. "Don't you dare speak his name!"

Lavalier flinched back as if she was scalding hot. "Damn you, female! Why you—!"

Suddenly, Cynder felt a massive heat against the inside of her hind leg, then it began to spread around her body. She was confused at first when suddenly, a heavy feeling fell upon her like a fog, and with that, a terrible weariness began to descend upon her.

'This is bad... What did he just... do?' Her eyelids felt heavy, her muscles weakening. Just standing up straight was proving to be difficult.

She was beginning to feel sleepy.

The black dragoness gritted her teeth, glaring at the male dragon in front of her as she struggled to remain upright, to not lose consciousness. "W-What...did you...do?"

Her words came out slurred and sluggish. She didn't understand. Just moments ago, she was able to stand on her own, but now she could barely hold herself upright.

Something was happening to her, and it was happening fast.

Lavalier laughed, moving away to circle around her slowly, never taking his eyes off her as he watched her swaying like a newborn babe. "Hmmm, nothing to be too concerned of~ It's just a tiny sedative, that's all~"

"When did you...!" She then finally noticed the wound on her leg where the apes made on her the first time they had subdued her. It was a shallow cut, but it was beginning to throb uncomfortably, a dull ache pulsating through her entire leg and body as the drug was entering her system.

And with that, she suddenly lost all feeling as she was knocked out and everything was black for Cynder.

"Gods be damned."

That had hurt more than he expected. That vixen was tough. If it weren’t for his foresight to order his minions to coat their weapons with sleep paralysis, he wouldn’t be standing here right now.

He stared at the dragoness' limp form. Her chest was rising and falling, a low hiss escaping her open mouth with each exhale. It looked like he might have overdone it with the sedative, but no matter.

The important thing was that she was unconscious.

And vulnerable.

A smile curled the edges of Lavalier's muzzle. The bitch had dared to call him an idiot, and he intended to teach her a lesson.

Lavalier turned his attention to the remaining apes that were on standby, ready to serve their master if his voice orders them too.

"All of you. Prepare the cell for our guest." He said, pointing at the unconscious dragoness with a single claw.

"Make sure there are enough restraints, and that the magic seals are strong enough to contain her."

The apes immediately went into motion, scampering around the ruins as they brought in more chains and shackles.

As they got to work, Lavalier turned his attention back to Cynder. He couldn't wait to suck her dry, in more ways than one~

He licked his muzzle at the thought. He'd always wondered what a female's pussy would taste like, and now he was finally going to find out.

The thought of having her squirming underneath him, moaning and whimpering as he ravaged her made his arousal rose before shaking his head. He would have to wait for it though, first he has to take her to her prison cell.

But then again, why wait for her to wake up when he was given this overly convenient chance to be a scumbag?

Once Lavalier saw the preparations were completed and the apes retreated out of his presence, he crept towards Cynder's limp body, his tail wagging. There was a tension in the air, as if something was waiting to be released. It wasn't a feeling of anxiety, but rather... excitement.

Like a predator stalking their prey, or perhaps... anticipation~?

He inched closer, his tongue flicking out to lick his snout as his eyes fixed on his prize. Her bewitching, powerful body was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. The curve of her hips, the arch of her spine, the smoothness of her scales...

It was like she was begging to be taken, to be fucked. And Lavalier was more than willing to comply~

His blood was boiling. He had never felt so horny in his life just by looking at her.

As Lavalier was only a foot away from her, the thought about taking her body finally hit his brain to the point where his snout was inches away from her backside. He pushed away her tail, grabbing her flank before gently sniffing the female's private area.

"Mhmmm~! Ohhhmm!" The musky smell that radiated from her back end only fueled his need to take her. He couldn't contain himself anymore. He needed this, and he needed it now.

His muzzle darted forward, his tongue finding its way between her soft folds.

'Lord Malefor... She tastes so good!' He couldn't stop, he wouldn't stop. 'Forgive me, my Lord, but I will have to make your queen mine, for now!'

As he continued to slobber all over her pussy, Cynder moaned a bit when he pushed his snout further into her sex. His nose was bumping into something small, something wet and puffy. Whatever it was, he couldn't help but take a tiny nibble.

His fangs bit down gently, eliciting a high-pitched yelp. The dragoness's rear tensed when he did so and a loud whimper escaped her maw when Lavalier continued lapping away at the pinkness hidden inside.

After a minute of having his tongue buried deep in her folds and having her moaning, he came back up, wiping the drool and the female fluids that lingered on his snout.

By this point, the male had lost all reasoning and turned Cynder over. He briefly marveled again at her body before mounting her.

His larger form overshadowed her small frame, his muzzle brushing hers as his big red, juicy dick rubbed the entrance of her folds. His dragonhood was veiny, with ridges adorning the lengthy tool while his tapered tip oozed precum.

Without hesitating a single moment longer, Lavalier aligned his cock with the entrance of Cynder's moist sex, and rammed in with all his strength. Her pussy split wide as his rod invaded her most sacred chamber.

Naturally, the sudden sensation of something forcing its way in her most sacred place stirred her from her sleep and the first thing that greeted her, was the massive face of Lavalier that loomed over her.

"B-Bwagh...?" Her mind was sluggish at first, still under effect by the sleeping poison that was still present in her veins.

However, her groggy state soon faded into a shock as pain bursted out from her vaginal wall the instant she tried to process the situation in her half-lucid mind. A horrible pain in her loins assaulted her mind and Cynder awoke screaming in shock, surprise, fear, and pain.

"Agh! S-Stop!"

She thrashed madly, her mind running amok from both the poison and from the terror that was invading her insides.

But she was weak. Too weak.

The poisons combined with the sheer size of Lavalier prevented her from doing anything meaningful beyond a small push as she found that the male dragon had taken her by force, raping her as his cock slid and pushed deep within her most inner sanctum.

Lavalier took this opportunity to pry open her maw, giving her one deep, sloppy kiss while his tongue slid in her. Cynder couldn't do anything except struggle as she felt her inside torn open and the slick appendage explored her wet mouth.

"Mmmgh~!!"

"HMMM!!"

As his tongue invaded her mouth and his thick, pulsating manhood broke the barrier within her womb, her screams quickly turned to gurgling moans, muffled by her aggressor's long tongue that coiled itself around her own.

'His dick... it's much bigger... than Spyro's...!'

Cynder couldn't help but picture the black dragon's rod slamming in and out of her repeatedly, a vision that both enraptured and appalled the mighty female dragon as Lavalier finally disengaged the sloppy kiss and spat all over her.

With nothing to bite into, she instead loudly cried out in pain as Lavalier picked up speed and eventually came.

Her mind was whirling, her vision blurred. She couldn't think straight, the pain, the pleasure, the anger, everything had combined into a chaotic mess.

"AGH!"

His knot bumped against her pussy, refusing to enter as it expanded. His thrusts became wilder, more desperate, as if his life depended on reaching his climax.

His tongue hung out as he grunted, "Almost...! THERE!!!"

Lavalier bit Cynder's shoulder. A small whimper of pain escaped her mouth, and a tiny stream of crimson blood slowly trickled down, pooling onto the ground below as he came.

Without his knot entering the confines of her egg chamber, the male dragon gushed forth a torrent of semen that quickly filled her pussy as she felt her tummy swelled. The amount of the white, sticky liquid poured forth was large enough to visibly distend her belly.

Her swollen, round womb stretched until it could hold no more. The last two or three squirts of sperm shot across her inner walls and dripped down her folds to form a growing pool of his seed.

Cynder's face during all of this was one of both pleasure and horror as a high-pitched cry of lust was forcefully ejected from her lips despite her best efforts, her face displaying utter shame, humiliation, and ecstasy all mixed into one.

Just as Cynder was ready to pass out from a combination of the drugs still lingering, the shock from having been violated without consent, and the mind breaking orgasm that the other dragon's sexual organ forced upon her, Lavalier hovered over her to speak some more words into her ear.

"Sleep well my love~ You'll need it."

And with that, the dragoness was knocked out cold once again, tired and violated. Her dignity crumbled beneath the weight of the dragon above, and she drifted off to sleep. As her eyelids closed, and her breathing slowed to a gentle pace, Lavalier licked his snout with satisfaction and released a contented sigh.

He waited a few more seconds before slowly sliding out of the unconscious girl's depths. When he was finished, Cynder's cunt lay agape and twitching, coated with sticky, goopy threads of his seed that had slathered it thoroughly.

A steady stream of cum seeped from the black dragoness' well-used pussy. The sticky essence of her rapist flowed down her backside, eventually forming a small puddle on the ground below her spread legs, and leaving the raped dragoness feeling absolutely filthy inside and out.

Lavalier took a second or two to admire the result of his handiwork before he clicked his claws and enveloped Cynder's body with a magical aura. After a moment, the limp female levitated into the air. With the flick of his claws, he dragged his exhausted, and raped victim into his temporary chamber.

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"Hngg..." Cynder groaned as she felt herself rouse from her drug-induced slumber, her eyes fluttering open to find herself inside the dimly-lit cell she had woken up in earlier.

'Where...' The black dragoness scanned the area, finding her limbs and tail were restrained. Not by conventional means, no, as the black chains and cuffs wrapped around her arms, legs and around her neck were eerily giving off a strange energy that was alien to her.

'Magic bindings... Damn it.' She tugged at the chains, only to be met with a sharp pain that zipped through her veins like electricity as soon as she tried to break free.

"I wouldn't advise on trying to escape, my dear~" Lavalier's smug voice entered the cell room as he entered, chuckling while licking his jaws.

"Those bindings are specially made by Malefor himself." He boldly said, approaching the female dragon and letting her take a good look at him as Cynder growled at the mentioning of that name.

The dragoness' nostrils flared. The fleeting memory that happened recently came crashing down like a waterfall, instantly reminding the dragoness of the abhorrent thing this male dragon did to her while she was at her lowest.

She growled threateningly.

"Oh my, showing off your 'Terror of the Skies' side, aren't we?" The black dragon chuckled. "Well anyways, I'm sure you know what those are, right~?"

"To subdue rebellious subjects." She spat.

Lavalier grinned. "That is correct, my dear. After all, you were his queen~"

"WERE, as in the PAST! You bastard!" Cynder roared, her temper flaring as she lashed out, only to be met with resistance coming from her binds, which punished her actions as the bindings sent painful pulses through her body, numbing her momentarily as she growled.

"Ah ah ah~ That wasn't very nice," Lavalier spoke to the dragoness, waving a claw in a taunting fashion which fueled her anger.

"Now, how about we start over, my dear." He smiled, presenting himself with his paw on his chest as he bowed. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lavalier, the only remaining Apostle of the Great and Powerful Malefor,"

He then came forward, invading Cynder's personal space once again and put one of his clawed paws on her chin. "And the one who will drain your powers and use it for the resurrection of the great Dark Master."

Cynder only glared at his statement, but didn't utter any word of retort. She was keeping herself at bay. There would be time to snap the annoying reptile's neck later. But, it wasn't that easy.

It seemed that even he had realized that and decided to exploit it.

And so he smirked, savoring the moment as his gaze finally moved down to Cynder's hips, which she promptly tensed up when he moved behind her and rested his paw against it, as the dragoness swallowed involuntarily.

He stepped back, circling around to face her once more. From seemingly nowhere, he produced a long, eerie pink crystal rod, holding it up for her to see. It was at least half the length of his arm which was around a meter and a half, but the thickness was relatively the same.

The moment Cynder’s eyes fell upon it, they widened in shock.

She knew that crystal.

Its sickly glow pulsed with a dark, malevolent energy—an aura she had encountered far too many times during the war.

Too many times to forget, since she had used these things on prisoners herself, much to her shame.

A shiver crawled down her spine.

He smirked. "Glad to know you immediately recognize this, hm? Worry not though~"

Lavalier strutted towards Cynder, lightly tracing his other claw up and down the smooth scales of her torso, teasing her before stopping at chin.

"I’ve refined my master’s creation," he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Instead of pain, it induces the victim with a high state of arousal. The victim’s senses will be extremely heightened and sensitive to the point that a mere touch will send them into… well, let's just say they will be completely open to suggestions~"

"So you see, my love~" Lavalier walked behind her, yanking the dragoness' tail away as he looked at the female's snatch with a deep hunger inside him.

"All you will be able to feel, is ungodly amounts of pleasure~"

The black-scaled dragoness' heart thundered. What was he going to do now? From what she could remember, when one uses the draining crystal, they would need to be touched by the victim to be able to sap the target's power and vitality. That's all there was to it, but since Lavalier 'improved' the draining crystal...

"My my, you have quite the tight pucker~ Has your lover ever used this~?" Lavalier chuckled as he slid his tongue up against the female's pussy, getting a surprised yelp and a pleasurable moan from Cynder.

'W-What the?!' Cynder gritted her teeth in response, suppressing her shameful moan as best as she could. No way would she allow him to enjoy this, and he seemed like he would.

"And still so sensitive? Don't worry my dear, you will enjoy this more than you thought," The black male grinned as he began inserting the pink crystal rod inside the female's egg hole.

Immediately, an uncomfortable feeling washed up against the black dragoness' lower region, a sensation of being filled and not just physically.

As the male had said, there was no pain, just a steady increase of lust which had clouded her mind as her head started swimming in haze, as if the female had drunk a plenty of aphrodisiac.

Lavalier held the crystal rod firmly in, wrapping his fore claws against the other end as he wiggled it to push it deeper inside the dragoness.

His ears perked up when she squirmed and squeaked in surprise when his pink rod touched a certain spot in her, her pussy quivering with every movement and contact with the strange crystal as she whined with increasing arousal, which had become almost maddening at this point.

When it seemed like he had pushed the crystal deep enough inside, he released the object, watching as Cynder's vagina twitched in an attempt to drive the foreign object out.

He smirked as he gave it a light touch which rewarded him with an obscene yelp from the black dragoness in question. He smiled with satisfaction as the pussy, still trying its best to drive it out, resulted with it driving it further inside her.

Lavalier purred when he noticed the crystal beginning to do its magic. At first it had started off slowly, like a ripple going through a puddle. And soon after, Cynder's vaginal cavity and the crystal started glowing pink.

However, as the pinkish color began seeping onto her entire body, the intensity began to increase which indicated that it was doing its job properly, and the effects became visible quickly.

It wasn't long before Cynder's breathing turned into loud pants, which were coupled with breathless moans of delight and mind-breaking ecstasy that she didn't even know that it would feel this amazing.

Her magical power was slowly being sapped by the crystal in increments, which was being slowly transported straight into the Well of Souls for the inevitable resurrection of Malefor.

Nevertheless, the black dragoness continued to pant, moan and cry out in pleasure. Drool escaped her maw in response to the torturous pleasure that coursed through every fiber in her.

It felt good, too good for her sanity and she was aware of it as her mind continued to decline and become overcome by the ecstasy. Naturally she wrestled with it, trying desperately to save herself from what she already knew the ending would be.

She knew how strong she was, how she had resisted similar techniques like those. So if she were able to withstand that, then she was confident she could survive this as well... Right...?

"Mmmgh... ahhh!!" The dragoness writhed as yet another pleasurable sensation coursed throughout her body, drawing a shameless cry of euphoric release as the male dragon beside her chuckled, noticing the thick, creamy fem-cum squirting down her hindleg and to the rocky floor.

"Having fun, I see~" Lavalier smiled widely as the crystal dildo got drenched with the female's essence, taking note of how her body clamped the phallic object tightly in between her rear end.

"It would seem the improved design of the crystal had given quite the performance." he observed.

"Nrghn-!" Cynder shut her mouth when his words sank into her. With each passing second, it was getting hard for her to muster anything beyond the single-minded fixation of this ecstasy.

She shivered, finding the crystal cock inside her pussy actually pulsing. In reality it wasn't, but as she was engulfed in a daze of pleasure that seemed to spread into the recess of her mind, its idle movement was slowly taken in as actual movements, as a living dragon's member.

After a few more minutes of her pussy sucking the phallic-shaped object in, the black male then pulled back on the rod which resulted in an audible, lewd 'pop!' to echo in the cell.

Cynder moaned again, feeling the object suddenly leave her body and the sudden empty feeling that came after. The dragoness panted, her breath uneven as she struggled to maintain her consciousness and focus, which were now scattered with the effects of the crystal.

"G-Gah... I-Is that... all you got?" She tried to taunt the male which was all she could do at this point.

"Hm? Not even close, my love~" Lavalier said as he took hold of the crystal rod. "Now, open your maw~"

She glared at the dragon, defiance written in her expression. Her maw was closed shut, provoking the male into growling as he moved to her front.

"Don't test my patience, love~" He cupped her muzzle with one of his forepaws and pinched her nostrils. "Open. Or do I have to open them myself for you."

She tried holding her breath as long as she could, delaying the inevitable and earning a low chuckle from the male.

"Come on~ Don't you need to breathe?" He reminded her which made her panicked, struggling to breathe. Only a couple seconds left, just a few seconds and...!

"B-Bwegh!" She let out a gasp, and immediately Lavalier pushed the phallic crystal down her mouth.

"Glurghh! Blechk! Nghgh-!!" She gagged the moment the dragon lodged the crystal further inside her. It wasn't the biggest cock that she ever had inside, but having such a large object forced into her was an unpleasant experience.

It didn't hurt, thankfully, but it was uncomfortable enough to make her body spasms as if attempting to cough it back out. She desperately sucked a lungful of air into her lungs, while the dragon pushed deeper into her throat.

"Enjoy it~" He cooed.

"Mngnhn-! Eurkkkh!" Cynder let out muffled protests as the crystal began to glow the same way that it had glowed back in her pussy.

With the crystal embedded deep enough, Lavalier slowly pulled the rod out, hearing the dragoness choke a bit with a hint of saliva clinging on the crystal shaft, and inserted it back inside once more to the very hilt.

The dragoness clenched her eyes, but Lavalier repeated it over and over, gradually establishing a rhythm. Her breathing was interrupted over the frequency of the crystal going in and out, choking and gasping at random, trying to process what had happened and just where in the heavens she had landed.

Her mind was whirling around as if being tossed in a storm and was starting to lose the fight against the high-reaching ecstasy.

More cries left her lips as the male increased his pace, clearly having fun and enjoying every minute of it. He also savored every sound he drew from her, knowing full well the futility of her attempts to resist the immense waves of pleasure that racked through the poor black dragoness.

The black dragoness heaved heavily, trying her damned best to not break and let his high-grade of torture win over. It was not an easy fight for sure.

He tested the crystal's effectiveness by snaking his long, dexterous tail behind her pussy, and sure enough, after rubbing it a few times Cynder found her crotch drooling in ways she never wanted.

The dragoness' folds leaked copious amounts of pre-cum, her toes curling while her hips instinctively thrust against her will, squishing against the male's scaly tail as he eagerly met with them with equal force.

The lust-like effect worked incredibly well as she could barely form a coherent word in her mind, to the point she only succumbed to her instinctual demands and cried her heart out for more, letting it pour through her muffled voice.

Lavalier let out a hissing chuckle as her voice was more or less music to his ears. He looked at Cynder, then glanced back down to where her backside was once again greeted with a need to be penetrated, even more so than before as the hunger for it intensified along with her need to breathe properly.

At some point his arm was beginning to get tired with all the thrusting so the black dragon slowed down to a halt. He noticed that the crystal was already bulging with stolen power, any more would be fruitless so he set the phallic crystal aside and hummed in amusement when he received a meek growl from the panting dragoness.

She felt good, really good to her horror. This was a thousand times better than any pleasurable techniques that she had experienced from anyone, even the wretched, large cock of Malefor would pale in comparison.

She tried to deny such a fact as she grunted softly, fighting an intense desire to seek sexual release as Lavalier patiently observed her pitiful attempt to restrain her need.

"Heh~ I suppose it couldn't be helped~" He cupped her head as he forced her to look at him in the eye lever. "You look like you'll faint from being held back like this... Don't worry, we'll take care of that."

Lavalier let out a grin when all he got for a reply was a low tired growl from his prisoner. Cynder was so tired, so exhausted from her struggling that she wasn't even sure why she even tried.

After seeing her resistance coming to a stalemate, Lavalier snapped his claws and just like that the bindings that were restraining her were gone.

She could have fled, she could have fought back, but her body was so exhausted and so needy that she couldn't find the strength to move not even an inch of a single scale.

"What's wrong my dear~? Not gonna fight back?" The black dragon taunted as he circled her. "Come on, fight me. Make this game interesting~"

No, she wouldn't. She's been wanting this so bad and deep inside her she felt an overwhelming urge to give in. But her rationale was screaming no. What was about to happen would only lead to nothing but eternal shame.

And yet, the fog inside her mind was all the more alluring. She fought that side that longed for this sinful temptation but at this point of the game her desires and her mind were two warring factions at odds with each other.

"Hnggg..." All she could do was whine and slump into the floor with her hind legs keeping her flank raised, showing off in a particular position that the male dragon intended to exploit.

Lavalier smiled when the once fearsome black dragoness before him could do nothing to defend her last vestige of pride.

And because he was a gentle soul and not one who will purposely harm his toys, he saw it was appropriate to lessen her suffering, if only slightly.

"Good girl~"

He walked behind her, once again admiring the dragoness' body before coming face-to- face with her backside. The horny male sniffed and lapped a lick on the folds of her pussy, purring softly when he earned a nice, trembling whine from his little lover.

The tongue only gave the smallest yet satisfying amount of pleasure. It was driving Cynder crazy because it wasn't enough and she was hating herself for letting it out.

"Ah... mhf." She panted heavily as the male rubbed his muzzle gently, lovingly, up and down her sopping cunt as he gently lapped every drop of the female's natural lubricant with utmost care.

She huffed again, not fully getting enough to relieve the heat that was plaguing her whole. Her groin ached to be stuffed and Lavalier certainly felt her frustration on the tip of his tongue.

While his maw tended to the sweet spot below, his paws grabbed her rump firmly in a show of strength before sinking his foreclaw deep. The sudden insertion caught the exhausted, confused black dragoness by surprise, arching her back and voicing a long and sharp scream in pain and delight.

"Nyaaaghhh!! Oh--Ah!! Gahhh!"

Cynder's brain ceased to function. That sensation and touch were oh so familiar yet so alien at the same time. Never would she have dreamt of experiencing the pleasure from something like that, let alone done the real deal.

The mixed sensations made her want more, more than the crystal toy could provide.

Lavalier grunted and removed his muzzle away. His eyes gleamed with hunger and excitement.

It was time.

The dragon's cock came out of his slit as its head threateningly flared once it sprung up. Its ridges gleamed with excitement, waiting in eager anticipation to feel its warmth and be encased by the welcoming confines of her vagina.

She did nothing. As a matter of fact, her rear end unconsciously lifted even higher which Lavalier saw as a go-signal.

So he acted upon that, positioning himself so his long and huge cock aligned with her pussy as the pointed tip traced up and down the warm entrance teasingly.

He had been holding back this entire time, focusing on instilling how helpless the dragoness was in her current situation rather than go straight to breed her. He was proud to have held so long though, especially when the dragoness was indeed giving a satisfying performance.

His arousal throbbed hard as it stood in between the dragon's hindlegs. It was pointed upwards, aimed right at the dragoness' tempting rear end.

He caressed her flesh with the tip, ensuring a steady touch along with the foreplay. When he deemed it enough, the male lined the tip onto her pussy, and thrusted all the way in.

"MNGNH!!" Cynder cringed at the sudden movement and his cock shoving deep inside her.

"Oh~? Still have strength to speak up?" He asked, leaning himself forward to press the bulk of his form against the sleek one of his female. His hot breath grazed on her neck before his tongue began trailing loving kisses at her dark-colored scales.

"Hnggg! S-Stop!" Cynder whined as she shivered at the male's warm caress, her limbs were too weak to move.

He pulled back, his expression impassive before letting out a grin.

"No."

And then he thrusted, hard.

A high-pitched yowl shot out through the dragoness' throat as the massive tool ripped through her insides, hissing violently when her vision swam and she felt a million different waves of pain and ecstasy wash upon her in equal measure.

"Yesssss~!" Lavalier hissed as he felt the familiar confines of a warm, fleshy vice taking a tight grip of his member. She was soft and wet, ready and receptive for his intrusion. "There we go~ That wasn't too hard now, wasn't it?"

All he got was the dragoness' silent cries as he proceeded to stuff himself even deeper, pressing against all her right and sensitive parts. It wasn't farfetched to say that his member was completely doused in her fluids as she was producing a ridiculous amount of juices.

He humped into her in short and sharp thrusts, knowing very well his impressive size was a tad too big to handle easily. His size would usually pose a problem, and normally any dragon with such a big tool would be careful when breeding.

Lavalier, however, chose not to adhere to that rule. He enjoyed breaking. Breaking whatever he was rutting in to feel like she had just been conquered.

He groaned in bliss when her muscles clamped his intrusion as tightly as it did, growling heatedly and straining his control in favor of just going crazy.

The black dragon then leaned forward, biting her neck in a form of mating bite that was meant to signify his claim as Cynder's first mate. Her moans were increasing, her body arching high the longer his large rod rubbed at her most sensitive and private spot.

Her walls shuddered under the power of his thrusts, only holding for a while before becoming weak. At that time Lavalier didn't relent, his girth alone managed to stimulate enough spots that eventually the dragoness' body couldn't handle her climax and in a snap she was brought to her climax.

"Raaagh!!!"

It came rushing to her faster than her brain could keep up. The dragoness was nearly brought to a point of tears when her orgasm washed over her form. The whole floor underneath them was awash in sticky fluids, coating both dragons' extremities and the ground surrounding them alike.

Her resistance was crumbling as she could only weakly sob and beg him to stop. He didn't relent, and to further increase her torment the male gave her a heavy slap at her butt cheeks.

His partner squealed at the heavy strike, a cute sound escaping her lips as a response for him. Lavalier grinned at the reaction, his long and wide wings folding tightly as they rested on each of her sides as he positioned himself into a more efficient position, gripping her hips with both paws.

Her breaths came in shuddering gasps, trying to regain the remaining strength of her resolve. The next strike, however, completely threw her resolve aside and she screamed his name the hardest she'd ever done since then when a string of liquid spurted out from her cunt with an accompanying cry as her head slumped.

"L-Lavalier!!!"

That's exactly what he'd wanted. To hear his name from the great black dragoness' muzzle.

His gaze turned manic, enjoying the sweet song of victory and her resistance that broke like paper before a wrecking ball. His hips soon reached a feverish pace, enjoying the soft and sticky pussy before him as he slammed his member in and out her body, his own sounds joining in her howls as he voiced his pleasure to match the noise.

However, despite the female dragon cumming in buckets, the male was far from reaching his own. Blood was drawn from the female's neck due to his love bite and a single thought of possession briefly crossed his mind, pushing his endurance further and allowing him to push against the ever-tightening embrace and continue fucking her for much longer.

—

'Hehehe, I could imagine the look of the blasted purple dragon's face when he sees me breeding her~'

Lavalier had been fucking her for over a few hours, holding back his orgasm which fully showed his impressive endurance. On the other hand Cynder was exhausted, her voice has started going dry, her mind was drifting farther and farther off every passing minute.

How was he still going? Is he some kind of machine? No dragon was capable of going this long without getting the tiniest bit tired.

And yet, the black dragon behind her was humping her in full speed and strength, never even slowing a little.

Lavalier chuckled evilly as he gave one of her buttcheeks another harsh slap.

The black-scaled dragoness whimpered feebly in response, her face buried deep in the ground as drool freely dribbled onto the ground beneath her muzzle. Her body, what strength remained in it, gave up at that point.

Her haunches were the only ones still standing up by some miracle, allowing him to use her all he wanted. The sight amused Lavalier, for the great black dragoness' standing had turned her from the supreme protector of Warfang into a lifeless doll made solely for his pleasure.

Eventually though, the male's climax would eventually break his visage of control. He hissed, and once his tail curved towards his rump he roared ferociously. The dragon's knot battered her entrance, demanding entry as his thrusts became more rapid. His hips were a blur in an effort to achieve the perfect fit.

For one bliss-filled moment he slid right into her. With one push of his hips his whole length was now buried, hilted deeply inside her.

They both moaned loudly upon the intimate connection as her tight channel accommodated his entire length fully. The new sensation of fullness was a mixture of strange and exciting sensations and the dragon's rear end wiggled instinctively to match it.

He bit her harder, growling into his lover's neck as he got overwhelmed with the perfect feeling he felt while his mind drowned itself in bliss, swimming in pleasure as his body rode out the sensation.

With a loud rumble, the black dragon finally reached his orgasm. Several loads were promptly launched inside her and the male had no plans of pulling out until every drop was buried safely deep within the confines of his female's womb.

"You're mine, my dear~"

He licked her forehead, careful not to get hit by her horns, as her chest heaved a long breath that she didn't realize she was holding.

"Hngg..."

As the high died down, the room began to grow a bit warmer as both dragons began feeling dazed in a pool of euphoria.

Sparks danced wildly in her head, as Cynder struggled to stay conscious. She was tired, oh so tired and all she wanted was to curl up in a corner and sleep for a year.

Her eyes threatened to close while the male was still tied with her, yet she couldn't do anything. Before she let sleep take over her consciousness, Cynder briefly felt the male whisper something in her ear before blacking out.

---

Lavalier smiled wickedly, looking down at the female he had conquered before barking an order to his ape guards that were nearby. He could practically sense their arousal, thankfully they had the sense to not indulge in their primal instincts.

The dragon pulled his barely deflated knot out of his partner's snug snatch, following suit with a large river of his creamy spunk. The female whimpered slightly as the sudden emptiness made her body jolt with pleasure.

The ape servants then immediately went into the room and took the unconscious dragoness away from the chambers, careful not to wake her up or she'll probably try to maul them for touching her.

"Take her to my bedchambers. Make sure to restrain her in my bed."

Lavalier was still basking in the afterglow of his climax while thinking about how to drain her magic next time. He thought about going all the way with her next time and decided that he was going to fuck her in front of Spyro being restrained or something.

But that could wait.

He looked at the phallic-shaped crystal that was in the corner of the room, he couldn't forget his original mission, and that was to revive his master using the legendary dragons' magic.

"Heh... Who's to say that I couldn't feel glory in my conquest of power~?"

The black dragon tidied himself, his cock softening and retreating back to his slit before taking the crystal and offering it to the Well of Souls.

Soon, everything will come into place, and his master would rise once more to rule in front of him while he himself will be his shadow, supporting and loyal.

"Soon, Master... soon."

After making sure that the crystal was placed properly at the center of the Well of Souls, he ordered his apes to prepare the ritual for tonight.

They all scurried off in fear of being punished while Lavalier only grinned smugly.

"I wonder what you're doing now, purple one..."

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Cynder groaned once more, waking up groggily only to see herself in a room far different than where she once held.

The room was a lot more lavish. The white walls around her were pristine clean with glowing blue crystals giving the room a subtle illumination. On the far side of the room was a desk filled with books, scrolls and some familiar arcane tools used for magic research.

But she had no time to dwell on these details, there was a much larger issue pressing on her. The most conspicuous were a series of enchanted bands that locked around her limbs, preventing her from getting up. A couple of cuffs linked her paws together by a short silver chain to the headboard.

Furthermore, she could feel something swish inside her stomach. Only then did she recall the events leading to now.

'...that filthy dragon had...'

Rage swelled within her chest but she couldn't do anything without her strength, the magic restraints prevented her from utilizing her magic, rendering her as weak as a hatchling.

Not to mention that her pussy still remembered that giant meat of her 'mate', reminding her with pleasure as his spunk shifted about inside her stomach.

'Is this how females truly experience pleasure?'

The thought disgusted her. How her mind and body were rejoicing on his dominating treatment, while her mind revolted at the concept of being tamed. She wasn't like other females, she was the shadow.

"Urgh..."

With her captor nowhere to be seen, she spent a few minutes contemplating what had just happened.

Just then, the metal doors creaked open and in came the dragon that had defiled her in such an unsightly manner.

"How are we feeling?" Lavalier's arrogant smirk never wavered when he stood beside the bed she was currently chained to. His expression was practically screaming how smug and powerful he was at the moment.

The sheer act of holding her, restraining her power, humiliating and claiming her like an object infuriates her. This dragon had her humiliate her for his own pleasure, and he'll pay for what he's done.

Her mouth opened before she knew, words spilled.

"Fuck you."

In response to her cussing, Lavalier's paws reached towards Cynder's face, cupping her muzzle and bringing his face close to hers.

"How cute~" He whispered, hot breath fanning her face and sending a cold shiver running down her spine. "That you're acting all defiant~"

"Urghh! Let me go you- hmgpphh?!"

His claws held her muzzle tight, stopping the dragoness' tongue from spouting words. Cynder whimpered behind the male's paw, too weak to resist or retaliate in any sort. She could only muster a grunt to convey her contempt.

"Settle down my dear. Our 'fun' is far from over." He joined their muzzles together in a sweet, sickening kiss that lasted longer than she's comfortable. His tongue went past her teeth and easily dominated her tongue.

Their wriggling appendages wrestled feverishly as a battle of dominance was about to commence in the confines of Cynder's warm caverns. His warm and wet muscle caressed the inside of the female's mouth, gently massaging her teeth, jaws and inner cheeks, slowly waging war in the territory.

A delicious treat of the flavor of their mingling fluids followed soon enough, its strong, lewd taste prompting him to drink up more and more from her mouth. He purred with glee as he reveled in the sweetness of his conquest.

His eyes met with her half-lidded ones, taking delight at her feeble struggles against the taste she can't stop herself from liking.

Cynder hated how he was doing to her. She loathed him, abhorred his presence yet her body still liked his touches. Her heart was practically aching for more.

A soft whimper was all he heard from her, along with her tongue starting to give up to his and succumb to his demands. With him completely on the lead in their dance, he decided to take his chances by licking up the roof of her mouth.

"Hmmmm~!" Cynder let out a muffled noise as the unexpected moved, eyes fluttering at his advance. A squirm, a little more pushing and her defenses have finally crumbled down.

Tongue succumbing to the other dragon's invasion, the dragoness couldn't do anything else but offer her dragon rapist a space to have his way with, allowing him to thoroughly ravage her mouth, wringing every nook and cranny it can touch.

At some point, Lavalier got into bed with her, careful not to break their kiss.

'Damn you! You damn... fucking...ahhh... prick!'

Her last feeble thoughts disappeared completely and left nothing but his intoxicating kisses, drawing her attention completely to him and him only.

By the end of it all, it was her moaning into his muzzle while her lips and tongue couldn't stop dancing with his.

"Phaa!"

Beads of saliva connected their tongues once they pulled apart for air. The warmth between their muzzles disperses to make way for the cold air around the chamber.

Cynder was heaving, but not just due to her mouth getting tired, her whole body was as well, already experiencing mild stimulation from their tongue intercourse and his lingering caresses on her jaw and paws.

"Hehehe~ Ready for another round of fucking, my dear~?"

She could only reply with a groan when he rubbed his body on top of hers. There was a slight twitch down beneath and her folds felt unusually excited, more so with his own rigid rod grinding her needy entrance.

The black dragoness whimpered.

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To be continued(?)