The quiet place
So yeah, first Spyro fanfiction. Don't expect too much, just a needlessly complicated plot and a way too over-the-top smut. Let's see how it goes.
Hope you like it.
Spyro walked through the blizzard, wings folded against his sides and head tilted downwards to protect his eyes from the wind. Snow fell from the sky in endless manner, icing the air and covering ground and trees in layer after layer of white. Rivers and lakes were freezing in their beds, and the dragon had not seen neither heard a living animal in hours. He had found some giant boar tracks earlier on, but the snow had covered them before they could lead him anywhere. The ice-dragon magic running through his veins was the only reason he hadn't died of hypothermia yet, and even with that he was starting to feel his limbs and wings atrophying under the bite of the cold.
It was stupid, really. Cynder had told him more than once that they didn't need other food, that what they had gathered during autumn would have lasted at least until springtime, but he'd wanted to be sure. Hunting down a couple other beasts before the storm arrived would be easy, he thought, but the storm had come sooner than he imagined and the purple dragon now found himself trapped inside of it. Not that he didn't know how to go back to the temple, Cynder's aura was extraordinary strong even when she was sleeping, and he'd just need to focus for a few second to individuate the direction it was coming from and follow it back to her. Truth is, he just didn't want to do it empty handed. Maybe it was his instinct acting for him, the same sort of ancestral need that pushed males of so many species to get out of their dens and challenge nature to catch a prey to feed their families with, or maybe the black dragoness had been right all along and he was really just too stubborn for his own good. One reason or the other, Spyro had decided to bring back something big enough to last for them at least a couple of weeks, and he wasn't going to chicken out just for a little coldness.
The dragon had just finished thinking that something fell from a tree to his left and crushed on the snow with a soft thump. Spyro inched closed to the place of landing and saw it was a bird, its eyes gray and void and its beak in pieces, fractured by the impact with the ground. A more attentive inspection told him it was a fire-feathered crown, one of those few animals that still conserved some traces of magic from their ancestors. Cynder once told him that they got their names from their feathers' characteristic of being in an apparent state of endless burning, with flames impossible to extinguish dancing all over their bodies. She said cold couldn't affect them in any way whatsoever. The dragon chuckled harshly as he thought of the face she'd make once he told her she'd been wrong.
Assuming he stayed alive long enough to do it, of course.
Spyro went back to walking. The wind started blowing harder, as if to mock him for his foolish determination. The dragon was forced to narrow his eyes until they were reduced to little more than cracks, his paws sinking in the snow up to his forelegs. He briefly considered the idea of using his powers to calm the blizzard, but in the end kept himself from doing it. He'd tried weather control a couple of times before, mostly in periods of drought or heavy storms, but there was never knowing for sure what kind of consequences would follow. In a way or another, the negative ones always outnumbered the positive.
The dragon had made probably another half a mile when a cry suddenly echoed around him. The voice was feminine and incredibly powerful, a war cry so strong it dig in his head like a drill. Spyro cussed, then stopped and raised his head to the air, all of his senses focused on locating the origin of the sound. The blizzard made it hard, but when a second cry -this time a beastly yell- spread in the air, he was sure it came from his left. The dragon was on the lower side of a hill, so he turned in that direction and ran straight to the top. Once he was there, Spyro anchored his paws to the edge and looked at the base of the hill.
It was a group of cheetahs. There was only five or six of them, all assembled around a big chariot. A pack of wyverns was surrounding them, snarling and growling as they tried to reach for it. The felines were doing what they could to fend them off, but the beasts were more than two times their number and each one of them was bigger than a bear. Blood wasn't staining the snow yet, but it was just a matter of time.
"Talking about bad mornings".
Deciding what side he was going take resulted to be an easy choice. He knew wyverns were only searching for food, but he couldn't let a bunch of feral beasts tear to shreds innocent cheetahs just to get a meal. The dragon extended his wings and jumped from the hill's edge, landing straight in the middle of the battle. The felines screamed and backed off, terrified at the possibility of having another dangerous predator to face. Only one of them stayed at their place, but Spyro had no time to worry about them. The purple dragon turned to the wyverns, his eyes widening, a silent threat that he hoped would be enough to drive them off. The beasts seemed confused more than scared thought, obviously not expecting a third entry in the game. They'd stopped attacking and were now only growling, some of them looking at each other like wondering what they were supposed to do. Spyro refused to attack first, opting for a more defensive position. He didn't want to harm them, and if they decided to retreat, he would let them go. The dragon gave a quick look to the pack and counted at least seventeen of them. Could he face them all if they attacked? Of course he could. Could he do it without risking hurting the cheetahs, too? He wasn't sure of that.
Wyverns weren't brave. Their only strength was the numbers, and even then, when an enemy demonstrated to be particularly dangerous, they usually decided to retreat. Those ones didn't: they just stayed there, immobile, looking at him with destructive fury in their eyes. They were clearly too scared to attack him, but still didn't want to let their prey go. Once again, Spyro shuddered as he thought that the wyverns were just desperate to find food. Winter was terrible on Dante's Freezer, and the creatures probably had hatchlings of their own. How many of them were going to die, thanks to his act of kindness?
Spyro turned his head to the cheetah to his right. It was the only one that stood their ground, sword still in their hands. The dragon could respect that.
"What do you have in the chariot?" he asked, his eyes darting to the wyverns. The cheetah looked at him, confused. "Only supplies", they replied, and even with the cloth covering their muzzle the dragon had no problem recognizing the feline had a female voice. It was the first time he met a cheetah woman who fought like a male, but that wasn't the best moment to ask questions.
"Tell your men to bring the food outside," Spyro said. "They're hungry. If you give some to them, they'll go away".
The woman looked at him like he'd just said he was from another planet. "You came here and saved us just to let us die of starvation later?".
"I can help you with that too" he replied. "Or you'd rather let me kill them all, just to save your lives?".
The cheetah didn't reply. She didn't seem stupid, and Spyro knew she'd come to his own deduction in regard of why the wyverns had attacked them. With a sigh, the woman turned to the other cheetahs and yelled something to them in a language he didn't understand. Knowing he was ordering them to bring the food out, the dragon kept his eyes anchored to the wyverns, making sure none of them made weird movements. Some of the beasts had indeed inched closer to him, but none seemed too determined to attack. Despite that, his senses were screaming at him that something wasn't right. He felt like someone from every direction was observing him from every direction at the same time. Who that someone could be, he had no idea.
The cheetahs brought out two heavy barrels, containing something that judging from the smell had to be salted meat. Spyro immediately grabbed and launched them to the wyverns. The beasts backed off, frightened, then lowered their heads and sniffed. When they realized that it was meat, they looked at him.
Spyro puffed and pointed at the sky. "Go".
The wyverns had no idea what he said, but the tone of voice was unmistakable. They sniffed the barrels again, then two of them grabbed them with their feet and jumped in the air, quickly followed by the others. A couple stayed on the ground, looking at Spyro like they still wanted a fight, but the cry of their mates convinced them to follow the pack. The cheetah observed them flying away for a couple of seconds, then turned her head towards him.
"Who are you?".
Spyro puffed. That was the first time someone made him that question in ages.
"Presentations later", said the dragon. "Storm's going to get worse soon. I live in a temple not much far from here, if we start walking now we should arrive there in a couple of hours".
"What about the chariot?".
Spyro looked at the wagon behind him. The dragon had no idea of what kind of creatures the cheetahs used to move it, nor did he know what happened to them since there was no trace of any living being aside him and the felines in the area, but they sure had to be very strong considering how big and sturdy it was. Still, nothing he hadn't already moved or carried before. He could have easily transported it to the temple in a normal weather, both by walking or flying indifferently, but the combined effort of endless snow and lashing wind made it an impossible task as long as he had a bunch of cheetahs to guide to salvation. The dragon shook his head. "I can't bring it with us right now. I'll come back for it later".
The woman narrowed her eyes. "Why should we trust you?".
Spyro didn't reply to that. He'd just saved their lives, and she was treating him like he wanted to eat them. Did he really look so scary? The dragon towered over her by at least three feet, but Spyro had never thought of himself as particularly intimidating.
"I don't know," he said. "Why shouldn't you trust me?'.
A stupid retort, Spyro knew it. The dragon had said that only because it sounded cool, he'd probably read it in a book or something. It was the most rhetorical thing that he'd ever said, and if Cynder had heard it she'd have probably started laughing. The cheetah seemed quite distressed thought, so maybe she'd taken him seriously. The female approached her men and started to talk with them in their cryptic language, waving her hand towards him once in a while. The cheetahs soon started to look at him and nod, their voices getting more hopeful as they talked. For some reason, they seemed to be taking his offering to help in a much easier way than the female. Her angry expression told him she didn't seem much pleased by it, but when she turned toward the dragon he knew she'd ceded.
"Lead the way".
Spyro nodded. He had so many questions for them, first and foremost about how exactly had they survived the bite of the cold for so long with just leather clothes and capes wrapped around them and why their chariot had no horses to drive it, but they all could wait later. Now he had to follow Cynder's aura back to the temple and hope she didn't decide to shield it for some reason.
It was in that moment that the feeling of being observed came back, stronger than before. Spyro looked around himself, trying to individuate the stalker, but once again saw nothing. Instead, a sweet, almost musical sound echoed in his head, like a laughter made from a chorus of children. The delicate voices raised and raised, changing the laughter to a loud melody and becoming almost deafening, but when he looked at the cheetahs he saw they were just looking blankly at him, confused by his behavior. The dragon didn't give them any attention and closed his eyes to focus on the melody. He didn't know why, but he felt like it was important. It seemed as if the voices were chanting something, a lullaby maybe, but they were so loud and confusing that he couldn't hear them.
But then...
Ha ha ha, here comes the cold,
Cursed power, strong and bold.
The winter comes, with softness and grace,
To bring the end to the quiet place.
The voices were still singing when the figure of a white dragoness started to shift before his closed eyes. She was dancing lightly in the black emptiness, somehow keeping her back always turned towards him. She was slightly shorter than Cynder and somehow thinner, her tail swigging in the air as she danced. Her body was incredibly lean, not an ounce of fat on her toned muscles. Spyro felt cold, so cold that even the blizzard raging around him seemed warm in comparison, but he didn't care. He just kept looking at her, his mind blank as she watched her moving in the darkness as if she had no weight. When she finally stopped, the female turned over him and Spyro saw her eyes were as white and lucid as her scales. The dragoness smiled kindly and reached a paw towards him.
"Ehy".
Spyro's eyes snapped wide open, his eyelids darting in any direction like he'd just woken up from a nightmare. His body had gone from cold to boiling in less than a second, a sudden warmness spreading through him like sickness. Perhaps the cold was starting to get him? He didn't know. He looked at his right and saw the female cheetah had put a paw over his shoulder, her glare a confused mixture of alertness and worry. "Are you alright?" she asked, and only then the dragon realized he was shaking.
"I'm fine," he lied. "Let's go".
Cynder woke up with her internal clock screaming at her that she'd slept too much. The dragoness usually woke up pretty early in the morning, but her studies of crystal magic had been keeping her up until late at night in the last few days and tiredness seemed to be getting hold of her. Luckily heat season would start in just a couple of days, and she'd have Spyro keeping her up at night for funnier reasons. The dragoness turned on her left side, and instead of raising, she just looked at the snow falling from the sky from a hole in the upper side of the wall. She was glad she had learned how to make spells to protect the temple from the elements. Without them, they'd have probably already freezed to death by now. Well, maybe not Spyro, but she would have for sure.
Talking about Spyro, the black dragoness remembered falling asleep with him by her side the night before, but he wasn't there with her that morning. Obviously there were still traces of his aura around her, and even in the other rooms -it was pretty much impossible to mask it, after all- but they were still relatively faint, and it was clear the purple dragon was not anywhere inside the temple. The female closed her eyes and tried to scan the near areas of the forest with her mind to individuate his aura, but when she finally found it she discovered that the dragon had built barriers around his mind and soul as if Malefor itself had tried to dig inside them. They were so strong that Cynder had no idea how she might have pierced through them with force even if she'd wanted to The black dragoness tried to make him lower his defenses by sending him reassuring memories of them together, laughing, sleeping or even mating, but instead of weakening the barriers only got sturdier.
Purple boy was scared. That always meant bad news.
Cynder stood up. Whatever reason Spyro had to put up those defenses, if it had pushed him at the point of rendering his aura impenetrable then she wasn't going to take it lightly either. The dragoness stretched her body to wake his limbs and tail from the entropy, then raised a paw and snapped her fingers. Every door and windows in the temple shut off immediately, locks and chains clanking as they closed themselves. She then raised the same two fingers and waved them at the ceiling. A little ray of red energy shot from her claws and hit the roof, then started to spread like electricity through the entire building. The dragoness snapped her fingers again, and a scarlet light suddenly bleached the room just to fade off a few seconds later. She puffed.
"Good enough for me".
Once that she'd taken care of the safety measures, Cynder yawned and got out of the room. Now the dragoness only had to decide if she had to be angry or not once Spyro came back to the temple. She was sure he had gone hunting again, even if she'd told him there was no reason for doing so. There was also the fact that he'd gone outside during what seemed a heavy blizzard without even telling her first. That said, Cynder knew he'd done it only because he wanted to be sure their supplies were enough to last the entire winter before it got too cold even for him, probably thinking he'd come back before she woke up. Damn idiot got lost again. At least she knew he was safe right now. The dragoness shook her head and decided she would just make some jokes at his expense and be done with it.
Cynder walked through the old temple, little globes of red light igniting in the corridors as she moved on. The building was mostly empty, robbed of all the magnificent jewelry and drapes that once probably decorated its walls. When they just moved there Spyro had passed many days exploring the lower levels, and he'd also found a couple of nice artifacts. The purple dragon eventually stopped when he discovered a statuette of Malefor half buried inside a wall. Cynder supported the decision. Now, the only underground room they ventured in willingly was the chamber where they kept food and wines.
There was the crypt, too, but that was another story.
Cynder stepped inside the library. That part of the temple was so huge that someone might have easily got lost inside the labyrinth of shelters and corridors, as if the architect that projected the structure had built the place with the precise intent of making it as confusing as they could. The positive side was that once she'd understood how the books were ordered and where she was supposed to find what, the dragoness had an entire world of knowledge within her paws' reach. Without Spyro, the only thing she could do to pass the time was either training or reading, and even if she didn't feel much for either of them she figured finishing her study about crystal proprieties would at least spare her some time later. The dragoness picked the books she thought she could need from the shelter and put it on lectern at the center of the room, then opened the first book at the page she'd left the night before and started to read.
She'd barely finished the first paragraph when a wawe of energy shook the temple from its very foundation. Cynder cussed and used her magic to grab mid-hair all the books falling from the shelves, then put them back at their places. The dragoness moved away from the lectern and jumped in the air. She hoped it would be over there, but a few second later a new wave hit the building. This time she didn't even bother stopping the books from falling. She already knew it would be useless, because a third one would be coming soon.
"Gods, not this again".
Cynder got out of the library and followed the long corridor in front of her. At its end, a heavy door forged in metal blocked the way. The dragoness waved her paw, and the door opened itself revealing a long staircase that brought to one of the lower levels. She stayed on the edge of the entrance for a couple of minutes, hoping it was just a false alarm, but she hadn't even finished thinking that the third dreaded wave came to her. As soon as it went away, a terrifying screech started to spread around her, a guttural sound that made the air itself tremble as if scared of it like a living being.
The crypt's sigil had been broken again.
Cynder sighed heavily and climbed down the stairs, closing the door behind her with a wag of her tail. A sudden coldness enveloped her, and she immediately regretted not putting a defensive spell on herself before venturing underground. The dragoness considered the idea of doing it anyway, but she shook her head. Putting her life at risk for the bite of the cold wasn't worth it. Soon the stair finished, and she found herself at the start of a long tunnel. There was absolutely no source of light under there, and she had to wait for her eyes to get used to the darkness before moving again. She walked quickly, ignoring the few rats and cockroaches brave enough to venture close to her. Once she'd taken care of that business, she would have passed the next few hours bathing until the scales came off her body.
The screeching sound came again, and the dragoness knew she was getting closer. She turned a corner to her left and finally stopped, her eyes narrowed as her pupils scanned the shadows. Few feet away from her, a portion of the wall had just been destroyed. Pieces of stone and fragments of glass laid scattered on the ground, and above them, the skeleton of what had once been a dragon twitched as if under the control of some obscure force. The creature pointed its bony paws on the ground and tried to stand up, failing miserably, then raised its head to look at her. It growled threatening and started crawling towards her on its elbows.
Cinder resisted the urge to blow it away with her powers and just let it skulk closer. Dracolich weren't a danger, as long as you eliminated them with a physical mean. Using magic against them was ineffective since undead creatures fed on the aura of the livings, and even the smallest enchantment could make them gain dangerous amounts of power. Once the undead dragon reached her, the dragoness just raised her paw and then crushed it on its skull. The dracolich's head shattered in a thousand pieces, and soon green smoke started raising from its remains. Cynder had just finished taking a breath of relief then a section of wall behind her broke too, a fleshless paw making its way through the wall.
"Ah, fuck it".
This time the dragoness didn't even let it get out of the stone. The female cocked her head down and grabbed the bones of its arm, then pulled to her left. The corpse came out screaming as if in pain, and Cynder simply ripped it off in half with her tail. Only when she saw the bones turning into smoke she spat the arm out of her mouth and turned her back to it. She waited immobile in the darkness, her body tense and ready to dart as she waited for another one to breach through the walls.
Time passed, but nothing came. Were there only two of them this time? It was weird, they usually awakened in groups of five or six. She wasn't going to question luck thought. Cynder walked cautiously towards the stairs and climbed them up, then opened the doors and stepped back inside the temple, closing them behind her. The dragoness stopped walking and lowered her head to the pavement, breathing softly. A sense of nausea was starting to invade her like an infection. Her affinity with dark magic resulted useful in thousands of situations, but it also made her receptive to things she'd have gladly kept out of her mind. Shielding her conscience had little effects from them, too. You can't protect yourself from something if your head tells you they're not a danger in the first place. Sometimes, she wondered if the positive sides were actually worth the negatives.
Her thoughts washed away as some kind of force started to approach her consciousness. Cynder's first instinct was to raise her defenses and close her mind, but before she could do it an image started to form in her mind. In the image, a purple dragon was standing in front of the temple's door, surrounded by a bunch of cheetahs in the throes of the cold. The felines were clutching against him as much as they could, and even if she knew they were just trying to protect themselves from the freezing temperatures, the dragoness felt the need to push them away from him as fast as possible. The dragon probably felt it, because he immediately interrupted the mental connection and her mind went blank. Cynder sighed.
"At least he's back", she muttered, then started walking towards the main entrance. She opened the doors with a movement of her paw, and a strong wind immediately made his way inside the building. A few seconds later, a purple head poked from the gap between the doors.
"Are we ready for war, then?" he playfully asked in draconic, his muzzle twisted in a small smirk.
Cynder smirked, but didn't laugh. "Funny. It's exactly the same thing I was going to ask you".
"Maybe later we'll talk about it," he replied, then pointed at something behind him. "Meanwhile, I think it's better if you let us in before they start to think I really led them in a trap".
The black dragoness tilted her head to the left. The six cheetahs were looking at her with a scared expression on their faces, muttering in a language that despite being similar to the one that she'd heard Hunter mumbling once in a while was still too different for her to interpret. They were wrapped in clothes that couldn't possibly protect them from the kind of cold that reigned outside. In front of them, a seventh cheetah had her eyes narrowed and her right hand wrapped around the hilt of a sword, as if ready to fight.
The dragoness raised an eyebrow. "How cute of you to bring me some kittens".
"You did say you wanted a pet, didn't you?".
Cynder shook her head. "Idiot," she mumbled, then stepped aside to let them come in. The purple dragon and the cheetahs entered the building as the dragoness closed the doors behind them.
Spyro wasn't good with traditions and rituals of hospitality. The dragon wasn't sure about what was proper and what was not when it came to be a host, and Cynder probably knew about that even less than he did. When the felines entered in the temple, the purple dragon just showed them the way to the great hall and put some blankets and rugs in front of the fireplace. The felines took their wet clothes off and put them as close to the flame as they could without burning them, then wrapped the quilts around themselves and just remained there without muttering a world. When Cynder brought them some food, the cheetahs muttered something in their confusing language and bowed their heads to her, then started to eat. The black dragoness disappeared immediately after, but that wasn't a surprise. She hated strangers, and she'd already been way more welcoming than Spyro had expected her to be.
What was a surprise, thought, was the way the female cheetah reacted once she'd given her portion of food. Her mood changed from dark and annoyed to quiet and melancholic. Spyro wasn't an expert of body language, but she seemed almost embarrassed as she moved around the great all, admiring the decorations on the walls and eating her meat as if it was made of gold. It was cute, in an awkward sort of way, but he'd have never had the courage to admit that. Besides, it would be offensive.
That said, Spyro felt like he had at least to try and struck a conversation. Wasn't that what a good host should do, after all? The questions that came into his mind the first time he'd seen the cheetahs half buried in the snow came back to him with prepotency. The dragon coughed, and the woman turned over him.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked.
"Depends from what you want to ask", she replied. Her voice was quiet and calm, still controlled, but it had vastly lost the edge it had the first time he'd heard her talk.
"I was curious about how you managed to survive in the blizzard," said the dragon. "Your clothes are way too light to protect you from the cold, and your fur is the kind that's only useful in a warm weather. My only guess is that they're enchanted, but I don't feel any kind of magic energy coming from them".
The female puffed. "Our clothes have nothing to do with our survival. My clan's elders are skilled in the art of enchanting living beings. When we decided to make this journey we knew we would face a hostile climate, so we asked them to cast some enchantment on us to protect our bodies from any kind of weather".
Spyro wrinkled his eyebrow. "Well, I don't feel any kind of magic energy coming from you either".
"That just means our elders are even more skilled than we thought. The enchantment they casted reached deeper inside us than any charm could ever hope to go. It is carved in our own core, and it won't go away until we die".
Spyro blinked a couple of times. The fact that some types of magic could change a living body's properties permanently was nothing new to the dragon. Cynder herself spoke about the subject more than once, and even showed him all the studies she'd made over it. Still, she'd always been dead set on never try using her knowledge in a concrete experiment and Spyro had no problem guessing why. Not being an expert in that matter, he could only imagine what kind of horrors might arise as a result of modifying the essence of flesh and bones itself.
Silence fell in the room again. Spyro wanted to keep the conversation going, but he simply lacked the arguments. The cheetah didn't seem craving to have a chat, either. The dragon sighed. He'd almost decided to stand up and go looking for Cynder when the female turned her head backward just enough for him to see her right eye.
"I should thank you," she said. "For what you did in the forest, I mean. I know you'll probably play it as nothing worth discussing over, but I believe that had it not been for you, me and my companions would be all lying under three feet of snow right now".
Spyro gave her a smile. "Thanks, but I wasn't planning to save anyone. Just happened to be in the right place at the right time".
"You could have chosen to keep yourself out of the conflict" she replied, "but still decided to help us in the end. Casualty or not, I owe you my and my men's lives". She turned over him completely. "My name is Kira. Can I ask yours?".
"Spyro. And the dragoness you saw before is Cynder".
Her eyes widened. "Spyro and Cynder? Those Spyro and Cynder?".
"Depends from what you mean by 'those'".
Kira sighed. She gazed quickly at her sleeping men, then walked towards the dragon and sat in front of him. "Me and my companions aren't from Avalar," she explained, the food lying forgotten in her hands. "We haven't seen the battle some travelers said to have watched unfold in the city of Warfang, nor have we ever fought against the dark dragon they told us caused it, but we've felt the earth tearing apart and seen lakes and rivers boil in their beds". She made a pause and shook her head. "Something terrible happened, and we know that someone raised from the wreckage to stop that monster and brought peace back to these lands. Someone that standing to the descriptions was a purple dragon with golden horns, helped by a black dragoness with metal in the place of bones".
Spyro remained steady, his expression unaltered. It seemed like they were telling stories about them now. It was weird for him, being called a hero for doing something that everyone would have been forced to do in his place, but it made sense. After all, many travelers based their entire survival on their abilities of telling stories about distant countries and exotic lands. Of course, none of them knew the truth behind those stories. The dragon raised a paw and passed it over his eyes. "Travelers always get wrong a lot of things," he told her. "We weren't the only ones fighting. There were many that helped along the path. Too many to count. Without them, I'd have been dead long before learning how to defend myself from a bug, let alone bring down a dark lord".
"But you still defeated him in the end".
"Defeated, sure" he replied, "but not destroyed. I'm not even sure that he can actually die anymore, at this point. He's trapped somewhere, I think, far away from the world of the living. And I really hope things stay that way".
"What if he comes back?".
Spyro stayed quiet. Suddenly, the entire temple started to tremble as if hit by an earthquake. Kira pointed her hands onto the ground as if ready to sprint away, fear in her eyes as she saw fragments of stone come off from the roof and fall on the ground. The purple dragon puffed, then crossed his paws and leaned his muzzle over them. "If that happens, Cynder and I will make sure to send him back to wherever he comes from".
Kira didn't reply. The cheetah waited for the temple to stop shaking, then just looked at him for a while, her big eyes shining in the darkness. Spyro quietly gazed back at her, silent. He knew there was something she wanted to tell him, but for some reason she was hesitating. Had he scared her? In the end, the female sighed and ate the last bite of meat remained in her hands before turning her head back to him.
"You're young," she said in the end, "and while your behavior betrays the arrogance typical of the youths, you speak with a confidence that deserves respect. If this master of the shadow ever comes back, you and your mate will be the first ones I'll place my hope into".
Spyro wrinkled his eyebrows. "I never said that Cynder was my mate".
For the first time since the dragon had met her, Kira curved the corners of her mouth upward to form a faint smile. "My fur hides the wrinkles, but I am an experienced woman. I know something about matters of love. Different species or not, it's really hard not to recognize the gaze that a female gives to her lover".
Suddenly, all of Spyro's determination to keep the conversation on vanished. He liked Kira, but there were arguments he wasn't willing to talk about, and Cynder was definitely one of them. The dragon stood up, a flat expression on his face, and then turned over the door. "It's late. If I want to get back your chariot tomorrow, I'll better go catch some sleep right now".
For a moment, the cheetah refused to speak. "Of course", she muttered in the end. There was a quiet resignation in her voice, as if she knew she'd said something that would have been better left unsaid. Spyro felt a pang of guilt and considered going back to her, but resisted. Cynder always said he was too trusting of strangers. "Goodnight".
"Goodnight," he said, and then adventured out of the great hall.
It was stupid, really.
One would have expected her to be able to handle the presence of a few guests for some hours. She wasn't forced to start a conversation with them or hold it for half an hour like Spyro always seemed so eager to do. She just had to stay there and reply when someone referred to her, laugh at some of the purple dragon's stupid jokes, or even better do some stupid jokes herself. She was so good at making up stupid jokes. All the dragoness had to do in the end was to keep the actually advanced social interaction to Spyro, and everything would have been fine. It seemed like she was too much of a coward even for that.
"Great guts, Cynder," she muttered, closing her eyes. "Angel of darkness all right".
The dragoness was floating in the pool inside the old temple's bath. The room looked more like a steam bath than a bathroom thought, with the enormous pool in the center and many small baths in two adjacent rooms. She'd always suspected the temple had initially been a place where dragons went to live and train together like some sort of school more like an actual sanctuary, but she'd never actually looked too much into it. If she did, she'd have had to explain herself why the hell would a school need an underground crypt, and especially why would someone put a spell that made corpses come to life after an indeterminate amount of time on it.
Cynder spread her wings over the water's surface, her body limp as she tried not to lose balance and sink below the water level again. For some reason, floating on any kind of liquid surface had always been a problem for her. Spyro told her she just had to let her body go loose and trust the water to do the rest, but even thought she had the actual scientific knowledge to back up his words and explain why that phenomenon happened while Spyro himself didn't, the black dragoness still had problems managing to let herself go. Probably because it required her trusting something that didn't have purple scales and golden horns.
"Thinking about me?".
"Fuck," she cussed, losing the balance again. The dragoness flapped her wings as her weight broke the surface tension, and she started to sink in the pool like a sack of potatoes. Before she could do anything to free herself from the grip of the water, two big paws grabbed her by her armpits and hissed her out. Cynder fell on the pavement, coughing and spitting like a lama.
"You still haven't learned to float".
"You scared me" she replied, gritting her teeth. "I was doing it just before you arrived".
"Yes, but you were focusing on it. You're supposed to do it without focusing".
"Bullshit". The dragoness waved her tail at him, scattering some water on his face. Spyro did nothing to avoid it and just let it ran over his muzzle. "Nobody can do anything without focusing".
"Says you. I did it all the time when I was a hatchling, even before I learnt what 'focusing' meant. Does that make me a prodigy?".
"No, just ignorant of your own language".
Spyro smiled weakly, but didn't try to reply to her little tease. It was clear he wasn't in the mood for discussion, not even the playful ones. The purple dragon laid on the cold pavement of the bathroom next to her, his paws hanging from the edge of the pool. Cynder shook her wings again to free them from the last drops of water, then laid on the pavement on her back and reached her paw toward his head. "Don't make that face," she told him, scratching the scales around his horns.
Spyro looked at her. "What face?".
"That face" she replied, pointing at his snout. "That's the face you usually make when you're worried about something. It makes you look old". She made a pause. "Does it have to do with the reason you shielded your mind, some hours ago?".
"Partially, yes".
"You wanna tell me?".
Spyro didn't reply. The two dragons gazed in each other's eyes for some time, none of them wanting to restart the conversation. Cynder wondered what he was thinking. His mind was a confused mess of emotions that made difficult to decode his thoughts. In the end, he sighed and leaned his head on his paws.
"You know," he said, "When I left the temple this morning, I thought you'd be angry once I got back. I thought you'd be worried or something".
"You're wondering why I didn't chew you out for leaving without telling me?".
"A little".
Cynder puffed. "Well, I'll admit I was pissed off at the start. Leaving me here alone all day with nothing to do? That's colder than the fucking blizzard. But I wasn't worried for you. Not at first, at least. Only when I discovered you had isolated your consciousness I started to get concerned".
The dragon hit the pavement with his knuckles. A sparkle of red energy fizzed in front of him, then disappeared in thin air. "Is that the reason you put the chrysalis around the temple?".
"Of course. If something worries you, I worry about it too. Thought I didn't feel any kind of negative energy around this area, aside the one coming from the crypt".
Spyro's eyes narrowed slightly. "Other dracolich?".
"Only two, and pretty shitty ones at that. Didn't even put up a fight. Either the curse is losing its power, or it is trying to trick us into believing it is".
"Not a really good job then. If it really was losing its power, the new sigil wouldn't break after just a month of activity".
"Same thing I thought. I'll just try to make a stronger one next time". She reached her muzzle toward his head and bit one of his horn, then started pulling toward her a little. "Come on, I know there's something you have to tell me. Stop trying to change the subject and say it".
Spyro sighed. "I think I saw a dragoness out there".
Cynder laughed. It was the first hearty laugh she'd made all day. "You're on to a bad start," she teased, then nudged him on the shoulder.
The purple dragon looked at her. "I'm not joking, Cynder. Ignitus said every egg in Avalar was destroyed in the temple massacre".
"Doesn't mean anything. It could have been an elder one from before that, or maybe she came from outside of Avalar. Our country isn't the only one with dragons in this world. We even fought some in Warfang, remember? This entire story of the dragons' extinction has always been nonsense for me".
Spyro shook his head. "This one didn't seem an elder, nor a foreigner. In a certain sense, she didn't seem a dragon at all".
"Yeah, I kinda guessed it".
"It was like a vision, really," he explained. "I just heard this melody in my head, and then some voices started to sing along with it. I closed my eyes and saw her dancing like she was in front of me". He stopped talking for a moment. "She had no pupils".
Cynder rolled on her belly. "No pupils. And I bet she moved and jumped around as if she had no actual weight, and that you couldn't take your eyes off her even if you wanted to".
"You can say that".
The dragoness shook her wings. "Alright. Judging from what I've been hearing, there are two possibilities. Possibility number one, you're going crazy".
"Not an option I would underestimate".
"Me neither. Possibility number two, there's an ancestral being that is trying to mess with you. A ghost or maybe a mystic entity of some kind. What color was she?".
"White".
"Of course". The dragoness sighed. "Alright then. Let's suppose an elemental found you and decided to play a little with your head. Maybe the blizzard brought her here, maybe she was the one that caused it in the first place. Either way, we got a problem".
"You don't know a way to keep her away?".
Cynder rolled her eyes up. "Maybe it'll seem strange for you, but I still haven't memorized every single written information in this continent. Elementals are powerful as fuck and you need specific sigils and enchantments to protect yourself from them. Tomorrow I'll go take a look in the library. I'm sure I'll find something useful there". She poked him on the muzzle. "Meanwhile you just keep your defenses up. It'll make it harder for her to attack you, although I doubt she'll try something while I'm here".
Spyro tried to give her paw a playful bite, but she retracted it immediately. "So you're my faithful guardian now?".
"What do you mean, 'now'?" She poked his muzzle again. "I was always your guardian. There needs to be someone to save your ass while you save the world".
"Sounds like a though job".
"It is, but you know what they say. Somebody's gotta do it". The dragoness waved her fingers and a little globe of red magic exploded in the water, causing some liquid to spurt outside of the pool. She turned over him. "Plus, the company is not that bad".
Spyro kept his eyes on her for a little more, and when Cynder turned over him, their gazes crossed. His expression was quiet once again, and once again the dragoness tried to imagine what thoughts might have been hiding behind the emotionless façade. Was he still wondering about the spirit, or was he really focusing on her? Was he thinking of something to tell her to break the silence, or was he just looking at her face? The dragoness felt her cheeks warming, her breath getting uneven as she kept her gaze crossed with his. Her loins started heating up, her sex twitching. It was a reaction so visceral and powerful for a simple stare, it almost scared her. Cynder pressed her thighs up close against each other and then covered them with her tail, but didn't break the visual connection. Spyro seemed to have a weaker will, and for a split-second, the dragoness saw his pupils moving from her face to her crotch. She was sure he didn't see anything with the tail covering it, but the scent she was emanating now told him everything he needed to know. The dragon finally broke his gaze, but instead of walking toward her as she expected he made a little awkward smile and shook his head.
"I think we should go to sleep," he said, still smiling, standing up. "If I have to bring here the chariot tomorrow, I'll have to rest".
Cynder cussed silently. The dragoness knew perfectly what he wanted to do. He was trying to tease her into admitting she wanted to mate for first. He often did that for some reason, and she didn't know enough about psychology to understand why. At first she thought it was just a way to establish dominance over her, but that sounded ridiculous. Since when Spyro felt the need to establish dominance over everything, let alone her? That was something Cynder expected only males insecure of their own virility to do. The only logical explanation would be that it was a way to make her feel like the dominant one, taking the first step and all that. It still made her a little angry, as if he was trying to trap her into a role or give her the charge as if she couldn't take it herself, but it also sent a thrill running down her back. If Spyro wanted to play the hard way, she was more than happy to oblige.
The dragon hadn't started to walk yet when a sparkle of energy fizzled in the air. The bathroom's doors clashed together, two metallic sounds echoing in the room making clear they had been closed shut. Spyro turned back to Cynder. The dragoness was laying down, her belly pressed against the pavement, two fingers pointed at the exit and a serious expression on her muzzle. Her tail was moving like a snake behind her, the metal blade at its end tracing circles in the air.
"You know, I can't get out if you shut the doors".
"Yes" she replied. Her voice gained a shade of determination it didn't have before, her tone completely different from the teasing attitude of mere moments earlier. Acting the part of the suave, feminine female wasn't exactly her thing, but she'd been a commander years earlier. She could still come out with an imposing tone if she wanted to, and that's what Spyro wanted from her. "That's the plan".
The purple dragon let out a chuckle, but otherwise stayed silent. The dragon slowly walked toward her, every step measured and controlled as if preparing himself to jump away. Cynder knew what he was doing. During the years, she'd developed an habitude of putting up little traps for him here and there. One second she would make him think she was flirting, the one immediately after she jumped over him and started a fight. It was nothing violent, little more than a playful wrestling, and it usually ended up in mating anyway. If the dragoness had to find something to compare it to, it would be foreplay. This time, thought, she wanted to take a quieter route.
Spyro never really put himself in their confrontation anyway.
"We shouldn't do this," the dragon said, perfectly conscious of what was coming. "We'll wake the cheetahs up".
"And then?" she replied, her tail still circling. "They're your guests, not mine. I have no obligations toward them".
"So you'll be loud anyway?".
"I wouldn't know, really". The dragoness puffed, then raised her paws and started taking her bracelets and collar off her. The heavy metal ornaments fell on the floor with a series of loud thumps and then she pushed them away with her tail. "That depends from you, I guess".
Spyro inched closer, his expression dead serious. Cynder casually flipped on her back again, her front paws leaned on her chest. The dragon looked at the lower half of her body but found out she'd twisted it in a way that left her legs laying on the ground, her legs pressed one against the other, blocking his view of her crotch completely. Cynder smiled. Having a thin body had its benefits, and elasticity was definitely one of them. Her tail quizzed in front of his muzzle, the metal blade at the end dancing less than an inch from his eyes.
"One thing at time".
Spyro tilted his head to the left. "That's what I'm going for".
"Honestly, I think you already have your eyes on the prize" she replied, following his movements with her head. Spyro tried to approach her from the lower side of her body, but a flash of the dragoness' tail made him back off chuckling. Cynder stayed stoic, but only because she had a part to play. If he wanted a leading female, that's what he would get. They were playing by her rules now.
Spyro changed tactic. The purple dragon neared to her bust carefully, probably still expecting her to jump over him any time now. Her scent was getting stronger and more intense as minutes passed, thought, saturating the air in the room like a cloud, and Cynder noticed with a hint of satisfaction that it was starting to affect him, making him more incautious. After a few other tentative steps, the dragon found himself in front of her, her body laying at his feet and her eyes still locked on his. Spyro lowered his head over her muzzle, and her breath caressed his snout as he nuzzled it against her chin. There was nothing inherently erotic with his movements, he had barely touched her, but it was still enough to make her hearth beat faster. Her breath, already destabilized, started to get shorter. The dragon tried to give her a tactful lick on her chin, but she immediately stopped him, putting a paw over his muzzle and pushing him away. Spyro's eyes widened for a second, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he parted his lips again and took one of her fingers in his mouth. His tongue flickered around her metal claw, and even thought she didn't feel anything, the smug expression on his face almost pierced through Cynder's indifferent face. The dragoness allowed the corner of her lips to raise up a little bit, her other free fingers caressing the scales on the dragon's snout.
"You're such a dork".
Spyro didn't reply, mostly because he was still sucking on her finger. The dragon grabbed her wrist with one of his paws and put the other one atop hers in a way that prevented her paw to slip away from him. He then opened his mouth and let her finger run his tongue, a little bit of saliva coaxing her translucent scales. Spyro moved his tongue on the palm of her paw, and then descended onto her arm to her head. The purple dragon leaned his fingers on her face, gently cuddling her cheek while the other paw rested on the ground to prevent him from losing balance, then proceeded to lower his head on hers. Cynder did nothing to stop him this time. Instead, the dragoness opened her lips slightly and let his tongue slip inside her mouth. Their tongues danced in their muzzles, and the dragoness noticed without surprise that she still had control of the situation. She moved her tongue and he followed, she pushed it in a direction and he simply moved to make her space. Spyro's tongue was bigger than hers was, so it wouldn't have been hard for him to take charge, but he seemed to really relish on that little submissive fantasy he was having and still refused to get a more dominating role. It wasn't even an actual fight for control, more like a little exchange of affection that wouldn't have been out of place if it had been done by two teens during their first time.
It wouldn't have lasted long anyway.
A trickle of clean, transparent liquid started to drip from between Cynder's locked thighs as the kiss gained intensity, their tongues flickering faster in their mouths, saliva dripping from their open muzzles as one pushed her head against the other's. Their chests started raising and lowering more rapidly, and Cynder soon started to feel her heart pushing against her ribcage as if wanting to split it open. The dragoness shifted the side her legs rested on so she could gain a better reach for him, her arms raising from her chest and wrapping around his torso. She put a paw on his back to keep him in place, while the other one went over his chest. For a little while she kept them there, immobile, her mind focused on the duel of pushing and lapping their tongues were conducing. When Cynder felt that Spyro had finally decided to let down the disguise of submissiveness and started to gain a more dominating approach, the dragoness spread the fingers of the paw on his chest and sunk them in his flesh. The purple dragon shivered and growled in her mouth, but didn't flinch nor tried to smack her paw away. Drops of blood started to pour down his chest as Cynder kept tracing her fingers on his skin, dripping onto her belly and mixing with the red of her own scales. It was more than should have been done during this part of the mating, but it was also the fastest way to convince the purple dragon to raise the stakes. And judging by how wet she'd already got, she needed one of them to raise the stakes right now.
Spyro broke the kiss. He raised his head from her, a slim string of saliva connecting their muzzles, but didn't even close his mouth before going down on her again, this time burying his snout in the curve of her neck. Cynder instinctively raised her head to let him free access to her throat, a privilege that she reserved to him and him only. If someone else tried to do it, she would rip their heads off. The purple dragon passed his tongue on the thin scales on her neck, slowly, the paw that had been caressing her cheek now stroking her belly and hips. The blood dirtied his fingers, but he didn't care. Cynder moved his paws on his chest, but instead of starting to tear in his scales again, she started to caress the cuts as if she hadn't been the one doing them in the first place.
"The dragoness you saw in the snow," she breathed, her voice half-broken "tell me how she was".
"Why?" Spyro asked, and Cynder had no idea how he found the will to keep his voice so clear. The female let out a moan as the dragon nibbled on her neck, her tongue instinctively licking her lips in reflex.
"I want to know about her," she replied. "You said she was beautiful".
"She was".
"More beautiful than me?".
Spyro growled. "Nobody's more beautiful than you".
An extremely cheesy and predictable line and it never failed to work anyway. Cynder felt a shiver running through her body, the dopamine making hard to focus on anything else than him. The dragoness almost let out another moan, but it immediately turned into a whimper when the dragon over her licked the side of her left cheek and sealed her muzzle with a kiss again. This time none of them tried to contain themselves, and the kiss soon turned into a wrestle for dominance. The dragoness didn't need more than a couple of seconds to understand she had no chances. Spyro wasn't holding back now, and the weight of his muzzle had already pushed her head on the ground. Saliva kept running down her muzzle as she tried to counter the purple dragon's offence, but it was a lost battle. His paw was still working on her hips, trying to force the block her thighs had created between his fingers and her sex, but still hadn't found a way through them. Cynder was almost tempted to let him reach it, but she knew it wasn't the time yet. Instead, the dragoness followed her instinct and raised her right feet. She pressed it against his ankle, and then raised it until she finally bumped against his testicles. The dragoness rubbed her feet against them for a bit, but Spyro's assault didn't stop or slow down at all. He didn't even hum in pleasure or anything that would make her acknowledge her action were affecting him in any way.
The dragoness lowered her feet on his sheath. His cock was already out for the first half, a bit of seed dripping from the tip even though it wasn't fully erected yet. Cynder wiped it away with her feet, and then started to stroke him gently. This time, Spyro let out a mumble, but nothing more. She kept stroking him steadily as the kiss went on, even though breathing was getting hard and her mandible was starting to hurt. He was relentless, and no matter how skillfully she was, it simply wasn't good enough to distract him from what he was doing. The amount of fluids flooding out of her was growing by the second, running down her ass-cheeks and wetting the floor in an amount that would have made anyone think she was already in heat. Her ass and crotch were now lying in a puddle of secretions, little globes of seed dripping on her lower belly as he kept pushing down on her. At that point, it was clear what Spyro was trying to achieve.
Only when her legs started to hurt Cynder surrendered to his assault. The dragoness lowered her feet and rolled her hips on the same line the rest of her body was, little splashes of juices raising from the ground as her legs changed position. She spread her thighs as a sign of admitted defeat, and Spyro finally broke his relentless kiss. The dragon raised his head from hers and looked at her, his chest raising and lowering almost as fast as Cynder's. They breathed fresh air in almost synchronized movements, glaring at each other. Spyro had a faint smile over his muzzle, and the dragoness knew perfectly what had caused it. He lowered on her and gave a tiny lick to her chin.
"I go first," he said, and it wasn't a question nor a tease, it was just a statement.
Cynder exchanged the lick and then leaned her head against the floor, still breathing hard. She passed a paw over the wounds on his chest and discovered the blood had already stopped flowing out of them. "You cheated".
"Look who's talking," he said, tapping the paw she had on his chest with his. The dragon backed off until his front paws were resting at the sides of her hips, then lowered his muzzle and looked at her crotch. The dragoness' pussy was twitching, her lips spread and swollen. Juices kept pouring out of her, and for some reason Cynder didn't know instead of going down and starting the job Spyro was just looking at it like it was a painting.
Cynder raised her tail and slapped it on his face. "What are you waiting for?" she complained through heaved breathing. Spyro smiled, a soft expression on his muzzle, then raised a paw and ran a finger down her crotch's length. The dragoness shivered, and her pussy winked at him. A bit of moisture flowed out of her and ran down her left ass-cheek. Spyro lay back on the ground and grabbed her thighs with his paws, then lowered his head and licked the excess of juices dripping from her groin. Cynder shivered again, and this time she couldn't hold back a moan. He hadn't even touched her sex, but the kiss had just made her that sensitive.
Spyro licked his lips, liquid pouring out of his muzzle, and then gave her an understanding look. "I'll go slowly".
"I don't care how you go," she growled, her tail wrapping against his neck and pulling him down. "Just fucking go".
The purple dragon nodded. His fingers ran over her swollen lips and teased her burning sex gently, the little part of labia visible twitching uncontrollably under his touch. The dragon licked his muzzle, then spread her pussy enough to uncover the pink flesh underneath and gave it a long lick. The contact of his tongue with her pussy made Cynder's crotch jump a little upward, a soft moan escaping her lips. The dragoness raised her legs and wrapped them around his head to keep him in place, as if he'd ever want to escape. The pressure of her muscle on him made the dragon sink on her deeper, his tongue sticking deep inside her and then flipping back out. Groans kept escaping out of the female's mouth as Spyro teased her flesh and drunk her flowing juices, the muscles on her abdomen tensing in pleasure. Her loins were on fire, a familiar pressure starting to build inside them so quickly it made her incredulous. Maybe the heat had really hit sooner than expected. If she hadn't been so engulfed in her own pleasure, she'd have thought it weird.
Heat or not, Spyro didn't fail to notice her reaction. The dragon narrowed his eyes and launched her another of his deep stares, but never even tried to stop licking. His pace actually increased, his paws gripping her ankles even tighter. Cynder pointed her elbows on the ground and raised her head to look at him in the eyes, eager to prove him she could take that treatment and stare him down at the same time. For her great surprise, the moment she raised her eyes on him Spyro closed his eyelids and slipped his tongue over the higher area of her sex. The sudden spark of pleasure made her hips shoot upwards, and Spyro had to put his paws on her basin and pull down to bring her back on the ground. Another spark followed, but this time the only thing that had space to spasm was her crotch. Her pussy winked, so hard it almost hurt, and only when the muscles relaxed a bit the dragoness was able to focus enough realize Spyro had found her clitoris through the folds of her sex.
Groaning, the dragoness raised a paw and wrapped her fingers around his left horn, pressing down as hard as she could to keep him in place. Spyro gasped to breathe, juices and saliva gushing from his mouth. The dragon lost the grip on one of her legs and had to put his paw on the ground to keep the equilibrium, a wet splashing sound spreading around them as his palm sunk in the puddle of liquid on the pavement. "Gods", she muttered, the pressure in her belly building like a spring begging release. Once again, Spyro seemed to feel it, the contraption of her labia telling him even more than he needed to know. The purple dragon retracted his tongue, ignoring Cynder's groans of complaint, and then spread her pussy's lips with his fingers once again to get a better accessibility of her sex. He even put a paw on her ass and raised her hips above the pavement, the dragoness under him looking at him confusedly between the snarls of pleasure. Spyro ignored that too.
The dragon licked her sex, the pink flesh of her labia now completely bared and exposed in front of him, before pulling his lips away from it and wrapping them around her clitoris. The sudden movement draw a literal scream out of Cynder's mouth, her hips bucking upward. He sucked on it hungrily, aggressively, the fingers of his right paw teasing her uterus' entrance. He kept her on the edge for minutes, sucking her to the spasm and then stopping when her pussy started winking around his mouth. Only when her claws started to drill on the scales of his head and her moans turned into growls Spyro decided it was enough. The dragon shifted his hold back onto her waist and pushed her crotch onto his mouth himself, then gritted his teeth and gently wrapped them around her engorged clit. The rough contact was enough to send her already oversensitive sex over the edge, and the dragoness closed her eyes shut and threw her head backwards as she came for the first time in the night. All the tension her body and mind accumulated during his unending kiss and incessant teasing blew up like a bubble as the orgasm hit her, sending shivers through her body like electricity in her veins. Her pussy flooded again, waves of juices spurting out of her and dripping over his chin before falling on the floor. The pressure of her paws and the hold of her legs around his head was starting to get painful, but Spyro refused to back off or let go from her. The dragon kept sucking on her obstinately, eyes closed and eyebrows wrinkled in a determined expression. Between the gasps and the screams, Cynder muttered something, probably an insult of sort, but in the middle of passion, neither she nor he ever understood what it was.
Time passed, and none of them knew how much. Finally, the weaves of pleasure started to diminish of intensity, the spasm of her crotch and hips getting less and less powerful. Her legs kept trembling as secretions flowed out of her, thick strings of opaque juices hanging from her groins and his chin. Spyro kept working on her incessantly, but less insistently than before. The dragon gently leaned her waist back on the ground, plunging her into the pool of liquids spreading under them. After one last lick, he pulled his muzzle away from her pussy and threw himself on the pavement next to her, breathing so heavily that even during the afterglow of her climax Cynder worried he might be chocking. He even coughed a couple of times, and in the numbness of the aftermath, the black dragoness reached a paw toward him and put it on his snout, stroking it in reassurance. Spyro coughed again before giving her palm an affectionate nuzzle. "You okay?" he asked, clearing his throat.
Cynder laughed weakly and wrapped her fingers around his muzzle, for absolutely no reason other than she thought it was cute to hold it whole in her paw. "For a minute-"she started, but an unexpected spasm of her sex made her stop mid-sentence. She made a sound that was half-way between a moan and a chuckle. "Gods. For a minute I thought I was the one who should ask you that".
Spyro smiled. "I'm good. My jaws hurt".
"I'd be really fucking impressed if it didn't," she replied, laughing again. The dragoness was only half-conscious of what she was saying, her mind still dazzled by the pleasure. "I'm good too, by the way".
"Think you can go again?".
Cynder blinked and then looked at his crotch. The dragon's cock was completely hard and full out of its sheath now, standing proudly in the air. It twitched and throbbed visibly, a thick string of seed connecting the red tip to his belly. The dragoness smirked. "You look like you've just got stung by one of those giant mosquitoes in the old swamp".
Spyro puffed. "Your fault".
"True". She made another pause, the cold air of the night caressing against her folds and making her shiver. The dragoness pressed her thighs close again and turned on her right side to face him. "I can go as long as you can. Just make me rest for a minute".
"Take it easy. We're not in any rush".
"Didn't you have a chariot to bring here tomorrow morning?".
"Kind of. It was before a dragoness came in my mouth".
The dead serious way he said it made her chuckle. The two dragons lay on the pavement for a while, silently, breath heavy and body shaking. Cynder kept her eyes on his cock, little purple veins running through it and the rope of seed slowly decaying to the force of gravity. Her loins tingled, a sparkle of arousal growing in her crotch again, but the dragoness decided to stay on her place for now. Her legs still felt like jelly. Spyro had his gaze on the floor, remains of her orgasm still soaking his muzzle. Occasionally the dragon stuck his tongue out and licked them away from his lips, but otherwise stayed still. He seemed quiet, but Cynder didn't need a mental connection to know he was pent-up in an almost unbearable way. The dragoness wondered how many males of any species would just let their females rest like he did, instead of throwing themselves on them without caring of their state. It was such a simple gesture, and it almost made her want to coo.
Cynde's legs still hurt a little when the dragoness decided to crawl closer to him. Spyro distractedly turned his head over her, but instead of a kiss as he expected Cynder gave him a simple lick on the snout, and then pushed her head in the curve of his neck. The dragoness passed a paw over his chest, warmly scratching the thin layer of scar tissue that had already grown over the cuts she'd given him just minutes earlier. By tomorrow morning, it would be as if they had never even been there.
"You know, it's almost scary how fast your wounds heal".
"Would you rather see me bleeding like a pig?".
"Who knows? Maybe I would," she replied, smirking. The dragoness passed her paw over his chest, enjoying the sensation of muscles and nerves contracting under her touch. "Maybe I like seeing you covered in blood".
Spyro looked at her with the corner of his eye, but said nothing. Cynder brought the paw down to his crotch and pressed her fingers on his cock. It was so warm it almost burned her paw, veins pumping blood through all its length so fast she could feel it flowing through his flesh. Spyro shivered as her metal claws made contact with his shaft, but still didn't move a muscle. The dragon kept his eyes on hers as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, and then slowly raised them to the tip. Globes of seed fell on her fingers, coaxing them in white and making her paw wet and slippery. When she brought it back down the dragon's dick throbbed, another string of semen spurting out of it and dripping on her wrist and his belly. Cynder smiled and tightened the grip, forcing what remained out of him, a second wave of arousal running through her body as she heard Spyro's breath fastening next to her. He didn't moan, thought. He never moaned.
The purple dragon moved his paw on her arm and started stroking it, a message for her to put more strength in her grip. Instead, the dragoness freed his shaft from her fist and raised from the ground. Her legs didn't tremble anymore, although the muscles in her abdomen still ached a little. Spyro observed the curve of her waist as she shifted position and then lay down to his feet, her body positioned in such a way he only had to glance at her to see all the curves of her body. The dragoness put a paw behind his cock, straightening up in her grasp, then opened her muzzle and gave it a lick over all its length. A bit of semen ended in her mouth, the other simply ran at the sides of her tongue and dripped on his balls. Spyro's legs twitched a little and his breath hardened, but no sound came from his muzzle.
Cynder chuckled. The dragoness tasted his cum for a moment before swallowing it. Its taste was faint and fruity, not the best thing she'd ever tried but not even unpleasant. She imagined it couldn't be much different for him when he did the same thing to her. Or maybe it was? He seemed to enjoy it a lot every time. She played with it in her tongue and then swallowed as noisy as he could just to give him a bit of a show. Spyro was looking at her with his left cheek pressed on the ground, his muzzle open and a heavy breathing accompanying it. She looked at him. "Muzzle of paws?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Muzzle".
"I had no doubt".
Cynder ran her tongue down each side of Spyro's cock, cleaning him from the seed still coaxing it, then stretched her jaw open and lowered her head on him. She wasn't able to take it all up to his balls, but what she could do was more than enough to make it up for it. The dragoness twisted her muzzle in a way that let her lick him even with his cock still in her mouth, her head gently bobbing up and down its length as she sucked. Instead of gradually getting more strength in her tease as Spyro had done with her, Cynder immediately gave him all she had, licking him relentlessly. The dragon's legs soon started to tremble, his basin pushing upward to stuff more of him inside her mouth. His jaws was hanging open and his breath was getting as short as hers had been just minutes earlier, but he still refused to moan or even simply grunt. The wet, gulping sound of her mouth and the skilled movements of her fingers on his balls could do little to shake him out of his silence, Spyro had never been one keen to talk or be loud during mating, but that time it almost seemed as if he'd set not making any noise as his goal of the day.
Damn bastard knew the best way to motivate her.
Spyro stayed still for all the time she sucked on him, not even placing a paw on her head or stroking the tail against her back as he so often did when they got intimate. His sheer determination to not showing her any satisfaction from what she was doing lit something inside Cynder, a mixture of anger and lust she could hardly understand or discern. The dragoness took more of him in her throat, trying to stop her gag-reflex before it happened, and even through it wasn't much it still seemed to make an effect on him. Spyro sighed and shifted his body on the floor, twisting his head in the puddle of juices. Cynder gagged for a second, and she was forced to raise her head from the base of his cock to the tip. She couldn't take him that much down, it seemed, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The female wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked hard, seed and saliva spilling out of her mouth and dripping on Spyro's crotch. The dick pulsed and throbbed in her paws, his balls twitching in her grasp.
"Don't stop," Spyro finally said, his voice low. His chest was moving with such intensity it looked like his lungs were going to explode. Cynder stroked his cock with hardening grip, her tongue moving in circle around its tip. Globes of cum were falling down her throat and onto her paws, his cock twitching so bad she had troubles keeping it in her fingers. She was stroking with both her paws as her tongue worked on the either side of his length, and even thought she'd have liked to tease him some more, it was the right time to make things square. The dragoness placed her paws right at the base of his cock and sunk her head on him as much as she could, burying it deep in the walls of her throat. The purple dragon growled, a sound that seemed more akin to a declaration of war than a groan of pleasure, his back falling again on the pavement and his pelvis pushing spasmodically against her face.
The first rope of seed spurted in Cynder's muzzle so violently it hurt, an almost unbearable heat filling her mouth and running down her throat. It was a formidable amount of cum even for a dragon, and some of it escaped from her mouth and squashed all over Spyro's crotch and belly, covering them in a thick layer of semen. The second shot was even more abundant, and this time the dragoness could do nothing but swallow what she was able to before pulling her head away from him. She refused to move away, thought, and instead simply placed herself on his seed's trajectory. Spyro's orgasm seemed to keep going endlessly, his cum splashing against her wave after wave, covering her in thick ropes of seed. In the meanwhile, the dragoness kept stroking him with both her paws as hard as she could, her mind and body telling her to keep his orgasm going, inebriated by feeling of empowerment all females of any species would feel when grabbing a dragon by his cock. It would have been a sight to behold, really, if she hadn't been too occupied keeping her eyelids closed shut to make sure none of his spurts ended up in her eyes.
After what felt like eons, the intensity of Spyro's orgasm started to fade. His cock stopped trying to bounce out of her paws and simply kept erupting thinner strings of seed until it eventually stopped, only a faint twitching remaining behind to remind her of her good job. For several moments Cynder remained immobile, simply breathing with her eyes still closed as the seed ran through her scales and gathered in large puddles on the pavement. When she was sure there was no risk of it getting in any of her eyes, the dragoness opened them and looked at Spyro. The dragon was laying on the floor even stiller than she was, his breathing a little more controlled than hers was. She couldn't completely see his face from where she was, but judging by how his lips were placed it was obvious he was smiling.
"Happy?" she asked.
Instead of replying, Spyro let out a low growl, similar to a purr. Cynder smiled, her paws still moving slowly over his cock. Only when she was sure her stimulation wasn't needed anymore she put them away. Her body stopped focusing only on him and finally allowed to make her feel the effect that driving him to climax had done to her. She was soaking wet again, both her crotch and ass covered in a mixture of seed and her own fluids. The dragoness raised her head and looked at him. "You know, for once, I'd like a mating session that doesn't include making a mess of wherever room we are in".
Spyro puffed. "It would be no fun".
"Maybe for you. I honestly wouldn't maaAAAGH!". She could never end the sentence. Before she finished, Spyro grabbed her by the hips and pinned her on the ground. Cynder growled and tried to squirm away from him, even coming to the point of clawing and kicking at him, but it was useless. He was putting all his weight onto her, and there was no way she could escape from his grasp. Well, she could just turn into smoke, but there would be nothing exciting in that. The dragoness gritted her teeth and hissed at him, her eyes full of fire. Once again, she retracted her paws onto her chest, her legs kept pressed close to one another to stop him from taking a glange at her pussy. "Alright purple boy, you got me. Now what?" She laughed. "Gonna give me head again?".
Spyro didn't reply. His eyes were slightly narrowed, a dead serious expression on his muzzle. The dragon moved a paw from her hip to her neck, then caressed it gently with his fingers. She let him do it quietly, even put her own paw onto his to push it harder onto her. A sly smirk crept onto her muzzle as she leaned her right cheek onto the pavement, still looking at him with the corner of her eye. "See something you like?" she asked. "You wanna bite it?".
He wanted to do much more than that, Cynder was sure, but didn't tease him further. She didn't need to look between his legs to know his erection was still at its full, dripping seed and ready to be driven deep inside her. Spyro was young, after all, and one orgasm alone wouldn't be enough to satisfy him exactly as it wouldn't be enough to satisfy her. Without warning, the dragon brought both his paws to her left side and flipped her onto her belly, a yelp of surprise coming from her. It soon turned into a low growling as he pressed his nose in the crock of her neck again, his paws roaming over the perfect curves of her hips and abdomen, not caring of the seed dirtying his own scales and paws. Spyro licked the few remains of white from her throat and nibbled her neck softly, drawing a small moan out of her even before he went anywhere near her lower areas. Their bodies were burning against each other, the smell of their fluids mixed together reaching their nostrils and overwhelming their minds. Cynder moaned again as Spyro forced his paws through the barrier of her thighs and passed two fingers on her lips before spreading them and starting to tease the wet, pink flesh beneath them. Juices dripped between his fingers, and before she knew it, he was pushing them through the inner folds of her sex. The dragoness grunted, her walls wrapping tightly around his fingers as if wanting to trap them there. Annoyed by that unnecessary teasing, Cynder wiggled her tail in the air and swatted it onto Spyro's back, not hard enough to hurt him but enough to leave a bruise on his scales. "Quit the bullshit and just fucking mount me," she hissed, her teeth gritted in part out of anger and in part out of pleasure.
Spyro didn't need her to tell him twice. The dragon pushed Cynder's head and torso on the ground, then grabbed her waist with his paws and stood up on his back legs. His erection hit Cynder's crotch, hot flesh grinding against the folds of her pussy. The dragoness' panting grew of intensity, her fluids leaking on his twitching cock and falling on the ground in a single thick rope. Cynder pushed her hips against him, her pussy twitching. The dragoness was a heartbeat away from yelling at him again when Spyro curved over her to wrap a paw around her abdomen and then buried his cock deep inside her with one single thrust. Cynder let out a scream, the dragon's shaft stroking over the deepest areas of her sex. The dragoness' folds wrapped around his dick with the strength of a vice, her whole body trembling as the sensation of emptiness that had haunted her for all their mating finally left the place to a blissful feeling of fullness. When the explosive pleasure that had overwhelmed her mind for a few seconds started dissipating, the female felt Spyro's body shifting over her, his cock adjusting in her pussy and stroking against her folds with aggressive decision. The dragoness closed her eyes and tried to keep herself from letting out other moans, focusing on Spyro's heavy breathing above her to distract herself from the overwhelming heat pushing inside her sex. Spyro leaned his torso on her back, shifting his feet to keep the balance, and then nuzzled his snout against the side of her muzzle. Sensing what he wanted to do, the dragoness turned slightly toward him and parted her lips. Their muzzles locked together again, and even thought the look in the dragon's eyes told her he wanted nothing more than forget his usual kindness and rut her silly, he was strangely gentle as their tongues pushed and danced in each other's mouth. The kiss lasted no more than a few seconds, and then Spyro pulled his head away and softly sunk his teeth in her neck. It was the signal for her he was going to start thrusting soon, and he wasn't going to be gentle.
At least, she hoped he wouldn't be gentle.
Cynder felt Spyro's heavy body shifting again over her. The grip of his teeth on her neck lightened, and then deepened again as his arms wrapped around her chest. The dragon pulled his hips away from hers, his cock sliding out of her sex until only the tip remained inside. A bit of his seed and many of her juices dripped out of her pussy, her walls spasming around it to keep it inside. The painful feeling of emptiness pervaded her again, but before she could voice her complaint the dragon drove it back in. All his cock's length pushed through her folds and sunk in her until there was simply no space to fill anymore, more secretions pulled out as a result of their sexes grinding against one another. Spyro did it again, this time a more softly, and the dragoness immediately understood he was trying to find a pace that would let him fuck her hard while lasting long enough for her to come first. Her hypothesis was confirmed the third time he shoved his dick back in her, harder once more, only this time he didn't stop after. The dragon did it again, and again, the pause between one thrust and another barely enough to let her catch her breath. There was absolutely no word between them as he kept pushing, the only noises echoing in the room being her broken sighs of pleasure and the wet sound of liquids splatting on the pavement.
Spyro hammered in her frenetically, the rythmic movement of his pelvis matching those confused and unmeasured of Cynder's. The dragon was violent, relentless, a perpetual growl that the dragoness couldn't hear raising from his throat as he kept thrusting his cock inside her. The clapping of their crotches kept sending squirts of juices splattering against their bodies, and none of them could get enough out of it. Cynder's body was burning, twitching, her claws leaving deep cuts in the pavement's floor. Her knees and arms were bathing in fluids and her left cheek wasn't surely better. Spyro kept flicking his tongue on her face, other warm flesh pressing on her body as if his paws and cock weren't enough. With his chest pressed over her back it was almost as if he was touching her everywhere at once, his body heat so overwhelming she felt as if her scales were melting away from her skin. All the meanwhile, Spyro's thrusting kept going, vehement and uninterrupted, his movements steady and somewhat controlled through the fiery lust that permeated his mind. Cynder could feel it with her own consciousness, his pleasure adding to hers and mixing up in such a way she soon lost knowledge of where his body started and hers ended.
Her second orgasm came so sudden it surprised not only Spyro but herself as well. The build-up was almost immediate and only lasted a moment before reaching its climax. The dragoness arched her back and threw her head backward, roaring in pleasure as her pussy contracted and swelled almost painfully around Spyro's cock. A clean string of juices shot out of her and fell on the ground in thick globes of transparent liquid. Another one soon followed, but this time it stopped when it hit against Spyro's waiting fingers. The dragon cupped his fingers tightly around her clitoris as to protect it from the external word, basking in its heat and teasing it gently with his claws as her secretions dripped between his claws.
As strong as it was, the pleasure passed quicker than it came, her pussy immediately tensing again and already preparing for another climax. She didn't feel any more satisfied of when she was before, her body craving a bit more every moment that passed on. Cynder wrapped her tail around Spyro's waist and pulled it toward her, as if her strength could somehow push his cock deeper than it already was. She needed more, always more, but every time she tried telling him to go harder Spyro's shaft stroked a particularly sensitive area of her walls, stopping her ability to articulate any sound. She was simply too receptive, the amount of juices lubricating her sex easing the movement of his dick in her in such a way his size and her tightness were nothing more than little bores. Cynder clamped her thighs together in hope to tighten her pussy's grip on his cock, and her only result was wrapping her walls around his erection even more forcefully than they ever did. A permanent trembling spread through the lower part of her body, from her feet to the waist, and it was clear that she would not have been able to keep her ass up in the air for long.
Luckily for her, Spyro seemed to realize it. The purple dragon let out the first, real groan of pleasure of the night and flipped onto his left side, bringing her with him. Their bodies fell on the floor with a splash, transparent liquid running down their scales, and then Spyro proceeded to raise her leg in the air himself before starting to thrust again as if nothing had happened. The new position stretched Cynder's abdominal muscles, forcing them to tense against her will, but now that she was lying on the floor the dragoness wasn't risking to slip away from his grasp anymore. Cynder's tail slapped the air, her lower body vibrating as the strength of Spyro's thrust grew along its intensity. His cock throbbed at every shove, spasming inside her folds, little dribbles of seed dripping out of its tip. He was getting closer, she could tell that without even looking at his face, and he wasn't going to pull out. Damn, she didn't want him to pull out.
Not like she could have eggs anyway.
"Harder," she whispered, and she could hear Spyro clenching his teeth as the pressure of his arm on her torso tightened. The leg he'd raised lost a bit of quota as the dragon canalized more energies in his pelvis, and Cynder couldn't help but widen her mouth and groan in pleasure as he started to slam in her hard enough to make her whole body jolt. His cock pulsed so violently she could feel it in her sex, and she had no idea how he still managed to keep himself from coming. For the third time in the night heat washed through her loins, preannouncing another impeding orgasm, but she knew that this time she was at the head of the game. Not having to worry about keeping the balance anymore, the dragoness clenched her hips again, and this time she closed her eyes and forced herself to keep her muscle in place. Spyro growled, and with a satisfaction Cynder hadn't felt since he'd started shooting his seed on her mouth and chest, she noticed the dragon had started trembling too for the struggle of keeping himself going. He only needed a little push in the right direction, and then she'd have won.
Cynder raised an arm and leaned her paw on his cheek, caressing it gently. The dragoness tilted her head toward him and stuck her tongue out, then flicked it on his lips. Spyro managed to hold it two whole seconds before opening his mouth and meeting her tongue with his. His whole body tensed, his thrusts turning into a confused mess of pushing and pulling, and finally with one last grunt the dragon wrapped both his arms around her chest and sunk his whole length inside her.
It felt a little bit like something had just exploded in her pussy. Thick ropes of seed started splashing against the walls of her sex, coaxing her pink flesh in seed and painting her cervix white. Cynder pulled her head away from his mouth and screamed, the feeling of his boiling cum splattering in her pussy too much to bear. Her abdomen tensed, hips pushing forward as her third orgasm made her sex squirm and clench around his cock. Pleasure came in waves with scarcely any pause between one and the other, shaking her limbs overwhelming her mind. Copious amounts of semen were soon gushing from of her pussy, spurting violently out of her as if someone was sucking it out and then squashing on the floor with a cacophony of wet sounds along with her own juices. Seconds passed as long as hours, but Spyro never stopped cumming nor pulling her to him with his arms. Cynder's orgasm started to fade, but the sensation of Spyro's seed filling her in such a complete, absolute way soon fueled another one. The dragoness threw her head backwards as a slim, long string of sparkling liquid spurted out of her urethra so hard her muscles spasmed.
As if her movements had angered him, Spyro opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into her neck. This time it wasn't a gentle nibble, but a real bite in its own form. Cynder hissed, a fit of pain spreading in her neck, but the dragoness didn't try to push him away. The pain made her body entire body jerk, and the dragon's cock slipped out of her with a wet, meaty sound. Cum splattered on Cynder's belly and chest, and then leaked down on the pavement, adding to the already abundant puddle of juices they were laying in.
Finally, Spyro's cock stopped erupting. The dragon released his maws from Cynder's neck and leaned back on the floor, ignoring the juices wetting his head and shoulder, his breath heavy. Cynder's orgasm required a longer time to halt, her pussy apparently refusing to let it go. When her sex finally quieted and her juices stopped flowing out of her like a fountain, she was already laying down with her head placed next to Spyro's, her body shaking in the dizzy satisfaction of her afterglow. Black smoke raised from her neck, the holes left by his teeth already cicatrized by her magic.
The two dragons lay back on the floor for several moments, too tired to move or talk. Cynder's body was twitching, adrenaline still running through her veins. Spyro seemed to have recovered a bit earlier and was now just breathing deeply, his eyes only half-opened. His cock was already retreating in his sheath, strings of seed and juices connecting its tip to the dragon's belly. In her confused state of mind, Cynder briefly considered to reach it and get him hard again, but ultimately decided it would be better to end it there. Her body was sore and aching, and she didn't want to risk having a second round without even being in heat. Besides, Spyro was right. He still had to bring the chariot to the temple. Sighing, the dragoness placed a paw on his chest. Spyro looked at her, half expecting her to wrap it around his cock again, but she stayed immobile. Once it was clear she was not in the mood for mating anymore, the dragon puffed and nuzzled his nose against hers. "Enough?" he asked, his eyebrows wrinkled.
Cynder giggled. "Yes, enough". She nuzzled him back. "I wouldn't want to wear you out too much".
A faint smile made its way on Spyro's muzzle. The dragon turned on his side too, wet sounds raising around him as his body moved in the puddle formed by their own secretion. He wrapped his arms around Cynder and pushed her body against his, pressing her head against his chest. The dragoness let him do it without complaint, and for minutes the two dragons lay there with only their breathing to break the silence. In the end, Cynder smiled. "It'll be a pain in the ass to clean this mess tomorrow".
Spyro chuckled. "I'm sure we'll think of something".
After that, none of them said anything else. The room fell in silence again, and both of them drifted to sleep peacefully.
Krell woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible headache and every instinct in his body telling him to grab a sword and push his back against a wall. The cheetah was trembling, in part for the cold and in part for the sinking weight in his stomach telling him something was terribly wrong. The temple's main hall was dark and empty, the fireplace's flame dead as dust. His companions were sleeping peacefully, their bodies wrapped in several layers of rugs and sheets. Everything seemed so quiet, and yet, he was terrified.
The cheetah sat down, passing a hand over his temple to try to shake away the headache. He stood up, careful not to step on one of his friends, and then grabbed a sword before opening the door and venturing out of the main hall. He was so confused, scared but at the same time wanting to go deeper inside the temple, as if a powerful forced telling him to run away was wrestling against anotherone telling him to keep moving in that direction. Krell seemed to follow the latter, limping forward with eyes open wide to see where he was going without crashing against a wall or a rare piece of furniture. New corridors and empty corners kept showing up in front of him, but he never staved off his path and simply kept going.
Finally, Krell stopped in proximity of a corner. A strong white light emanated from it, as if someone had lightened a fire and feed it with light stones. The sinking feeling of dread in his guts hardened, and his tail curled between his legs. Every inch of his body was telling him to turn back and run away, but the curiosity was simply too strong. Sighing, the cheetah raised his sword and carefully walked toward the corner. The light became stronger and stronger at every step, until he simply made a step too much and found himself in the center of the point where the two paths connected. For a little while he just stood here, his eyes gazing at the floor, too scared to look up and see what was causing the light. The cheetah was crying now, and he felt absolutely no remorse for that.
He raised his head.
A white dragoness stood in front of a door, her back turned over him. The white light she emanated made impossible for Krell to discern her shape, and yet at the same time he could see her proportions were perfect, her body completely deprived of any ugliness. It was as if he was watching her with another sense other than eyesight, and it made him feel amazed almost as much as horrified. The feline gazed at her with his muzzle open, tears streaking down his cheeks and falling on the floor with little splashing sounds. He tried to run away, but soon discovered his legs had no energy inside them. Krell fell on his knees, heavy sobs shaking his body so hard it hurt his chest. He didn't want to acknowledge it, but something inside his heart was already telling him he was going to die.
The dragoness finally noticed he was there. She looked away from the crack she was gazing in and turned her head over him. Big, blank eyes with no pupils set their glares on the cheetah, and Krell started crying harder as her muzzle twisted in a wide, gentle smile. The dragoness fell on all four and started walking over him with all the calm of the world, her eyes still locked on his. She stopped mere inches away from his head, her smile wide and warm as he had never seen before. Krell's tears frozen on his cheeks, a wild coldness enveloping his body and penetrating through his skin and the protective magic of his elders as it were nothing. With a giggle, the dragoness raised a paw and gently leaned it onto his head. He heard a lullaby, a sweet lullaby as soothing as the caress of a lover...
Hahaha, here comes the cold,
Cursed power, strong and bold.
Winter comes, with softness and grace,
To bring the end to the quiet place.
...and then everything went black.