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As you may know, the Naruto series I have been writing has yet to bear any sexual fruits. I ask that those who have read it be patient, it will be so much better because of the wait. (And I ask those that haven't to go bloody read it!) Anyhow, after writing so much plotline and detail, I may or may not have gotten a bit sick of it, so I consider this my paid vacation from storyline, to the murky swamps of smut.

Originally, this was going to be a Spyro and Cynder thing, because I thought her character fit in better, but in the end I decided that I know Ember better, so I figured I'd just give her a dark, randy side. I got a little bit turned on while I was writing this, so I suppose that's probably a good sign. Towards the end, you might noticed things get a bit rushed, but I just wanted to keep it in the confines of the song. A little poetic license for the timing is needed.

Anyway, as with some of my previous stories, this one has a soundtrack. I highly reccomend you listen to it whilst you are reading the story, it just makes the experience so much better. As always, Spyro and Ember do not belong to me, they are the property of various studios, starting with Universal Interactive, and ending with Sierra.

Lastly, this is an adult story, intended for mature audiences. If you are not, then get outta here!

Link for song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RW25wKq0zGI

NOTE: Do not play it right away.

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Spyro, rain pounding around him, hammered with his closed fist on the door of his girlfriend's apartment. Christ he needed this.

He had received a phone call from her not five minutes ago. The shrill sound of The DraGees latest hit, Flamin' Alive (Well you can tell by the way I flame those gnorcs, I'm a woman's man, no time to talk!) had scared the bejeezus out of him as he lounged on his couch, killing his brain with some random POS show. Picking up his phone (and noticing the rather promiscuous caller ID photo on the screen), he had expected a simple chat, maybe an arrangement for plans later, but instead Ember had huskily said, in no uncertain terms, that she needed him. Badly.

Only pausing for his keys, wallet, and the first jacket he found, he didn't even bother with the door, simply vaulting out of his bedroom window, and with a couple powerful beats of his wings, he was airborne. Already his body, warmer than most mammals despite his reptilian appearance, was heating up, a credit to his fiery species. Rain evaporated the instant it touched him, and only the fact that his clothes were designed for precisely this kept them from bursting into flame. Although his underwear, temperature skyrocketing, was sorely tested.

Now here he stood, unable to keep smoke curling from his nostrils, awaiting a response. His hopes slowly fell. If this was a trick, she owed him big time.

However his head shot to the side as his keen hearing picked up the sound of a window sliding open. A quick glance revealed that is was Ember's bedroom window. Without so much as a word, with a powerful downbeat of his wings and a tensing of muscles in his legs, he leapt, and grabbed the window frame as he soared past, swinging himself inside.

And beheld a Goddess.

Dressed only in a small, almost transparent set of panties and a zipup hoodie with the sleeves ripped off (her favourite item of clothing) stood Ember, his girlfriend. And the sneer on her draconic face was so sexual Spyro felt his sphincter contract.

With an almost strangled voice, she said, "Close the window." Spyro complied so fast it was a blur, closing the curtains as well. It was then the only source of light in the room, a candle burning on the dresser, became even more evident. The eyesight of dragons didn't even need that, but it certainly helped the mood.

There was a flash of pink movement, accompanied by a growl, then Ember was upon Spyro, pinning his considerably larger frame against the window behind him. Her hands instantly found the join of his wings to his body, and she began scratching softly at the skin membrane there. His temperature rose. She almost latched on to his face, her tongue bullying its way past his lips and into his mouth, no regard for the sharpness of his fangs evident. Spyro responded immediately, returning the kiss, entwining his long tongue with hers, clutching her to him almost too tightly. Ember groaned into their kiss as her breasts were squeezed between them.

Suddenly Spyro grabbed her arms and forced her backwards, breaking the embrace. Both of them were breathing heavily, their respective arousals making themselves known in much more brazen ways than scent, be it Ember's clearly visible nipples, poking through the fabric of her top, or Spyro's impressive equipment, stretching the heat-proof confines of his underwear. The fire dancing in the eyes of every dragon had become a blazing inferno in the pink depths of the dragoness' pupils, and upon seeing that Spyro growled, low and long, a sound belonging to an animal many times his size. Clearly, tonight Ember needed the beast. He would happily comply.

However Ember was determined to enjoy this. As she felt all his muscles tense, ready to pound her and fuck her senseless, she yelled out "WAIT!" Spyro immediately froze. Though it would take a supreme effort to calm down now, he would never force himself upon her. The smile that crossed her face quickly erased that worry.

"Bed." Though capable of lifting the dragoness with two fingers, Spyro instantly obeyed, propping himself up on the pillows to face her. From her position at the foot of the bed she merely continued smiling, feeling her body temperature rise, and revelling in the sensation of her own lust building. She knew that Spyro was in agony in front of her, and that knowledge gave her power. Stretching her arms above her head, then lacing her fingers behind her horns, she thrust her large chest out, making the half-pulled down zipper on the jumper tremble dangerously. Spyro fidgeted on the bed.

However, Ember could not deny that she needed to be mated, and she needed it soon. The final straw was when she felt a drop of her own internal fluids, leaking from her drenched panties, travel slowly down her leg. Spyro's purple eyes followed its course. She snarled, and began rubbing herself through her underwear, eyes closed in bliss, making sure to keep her other arm high to continue to entice Spyro. She opened her eyes to see that the front of his pants looked painfully large, and that one of his hands was already rubbing against the area.

"Clothes." Without a second thought, Spyro released some of his energy in one massive outpouring from his body, briefly setting himself on fire. His clothes were incinerated in an instant. (He briefly gave thanks to Ember's rich parents, who had taken her bullshit about a petrifying fear of burning alive and had paid to have her entire bedroom, and all it's contents, fireproof.) The light flashed in Ember's eyes, reflected off her pink scales, before she moaned with lust as she behold him.

Spyro, naked as the day he was hatched, lay on the bed, a lustful grin on his face. He knew he was hot. Hell, he knew he was dead sexy, and so was Ember. That was why they worked so well together. A scaled, purple neck led down into broad shoulders and a hard as rock chest. His feet almost dangled over the edge of the bed, gargantuan as he was at six foot seven. His arms, fists clenched, were still held at his sides from his energy burst. A six-pack that was both there but not bulging led down into a solid ridge of muscle above his groin. Ember's eyes finally roved down over his twitching cock, pointing straight towards the ceiling. Her eyes narrowed. At twelve inches, he was pornstar big, freak of nature big, but fuck how she loved it.

He reached out a hand to stroke himself and get the party started, but an alarming hiss from Ember stopped him cold. Her look told him all he need to know, so he placed both his hands behind his head, and leant back. Swinging her hips far more than necessary (and sliding both hands down the back of her panties just to fuck with Spyro), Ember swaggered over to the dresser, and with a couple of clicks of her claws on her laptop, music began to play from speakers carefully hidden throughout the her bedroom.

It started with a lively beat, before an impressively high-pitched voice began singing.

"Yeah yeaahhh.... Fireball again, yeaahhh..."

Ember stalked over towards Spyro, eyeing him up and down, now brazenly fingering herself. Spyro's hearing picked up a slight squishing sound that accompanied her thrusts, and his eyes grew wide as she drew her claws from within herself to hold them, dripping before her.

A different voice took over. "Ladies! Yeah, yeah, let me see 'em! Put your hands up! Yeeaahhh!" Slowly, her long tongue snaked out, and licked the juices from her hand.

A small spurt of flame shot out of Spyro's nostrils.

Then Ember was all movement as the song picked up, moving her hips in time with the beat, and making sure to shake everything more than was necessary.

"What I, what I what, what what I want is you, you you yeah yeah pretty lady,

I love a girl all over me, yes that's what I want with you baby!"

Spyro's jaw dropped as he watched her. Within seconds his member started leaking fluids, coating his lesser-known head and beginning to trickle down his shaft. As Ember turned her back on him, crouched slightly, thrust her rock hard ass out and started bouncing it up and down, his excitement reached such a peak that he grew another inch. Her underwear was so small that it did nothing to cover her, and had become bunched on one side of her sex. Though Spyro had already seen it numerous times, something about this situation made the sight of her swollen pussy, shining in the light and bouncing up and down extra-heavenly. So heavenly in fact, that when a drop of her fluid flew off (his eyes tracked it avidly) and landed on the very tip of his shaft, he almost lost it then and there.

Ember began very obviously unzipping her hoodie, now rolling her hips in great circles. When finally it was undone, she kept her back to him, gyrating on the spot as she enjoyed the feel on the heat in the room rising. Already the air rippled around her.

"Maybe tonight, she will be pleasing me,

Maybe tonight, yeah!"

She threw the hoodie to the floor, still turned. Spyro caught sight of her breasts, just peeking out on either side of her. God was she sexy. Her continued motion caused everything to shake. Fluid began to pool at the base of his cock.

"What I, what I what, what what I want is-" She turned, and pointed straight at his dick. One arm was still held over her breasts, covering both of her nipples. Her hand was grasping at her tit; it was more than a handful.

"You, you you yeah yeah pretty lady!" Her pointing hand shot straight up. "I love a girl all over me-" She brought it down over her body, running it over her breasts and along her toned stomach. "Yes that's what I want with you baby!"

As the chorus repeated, she slowly brought both of her hands to her breasts, and revealed them to Spyro. Holding them, squeezing them for the wide-eyed dragon in front of her, she rolled and pinched her nipples between her fingers. When she brought them to her mouth and snaked her tongue out to wrap around both, Spyro bucked his hips once on the bed. Steadily, he was losing control.

Ember brought both hands back and behind her head and gave one last shake of her chest, causing her tits to wobble back and forth. There was a small puddle directly beneath her, and as she leaked fluid out of her pussy, it grew bigger.

"Don't waste my time, you know you want it girl!

You can be mine, yeaaahhh!"

Finally, Ember turned her back on him and bent directly over at the waist, forming a ninety-degree angle. She hooked her claws into her panties, and was about to pull them down, when she looked back over her shoulder (ready to give her patented sexy look), and noticed two things. Firstly, Spyro's cock was longer than normal, and it was already wet and shiny in the light. And, almost in slow motion, she looked into his eyes and saw his pupils dilate. A light seemed to flash past her eyes, and she moaned, unable to hold it in any longer.

Releasing her energy in much the same way as Spyro had earlier, Ember simply set her panties alight.

"You can't deny, how much you want it girl,

You will be mine, girl!"

Even though her felt a burning sensation in his eyes, so utterly was he focussed on Ember's sex, when she simply burned them Spyro did not look away. Flames danced merrily in the form of underwear on Ember for the briefest of moments, illuminating her magnificently, reflecting and shining off her scales, and causing the shadow of his cock to rise towards his chest. When the flames cleared, he had a complete, unobstructed and perfect view of her flawless pussy. He could clearly see inside of her, so ready was she, but two factors broke him.

She was soaked. And, from the heat, she was literally steaming.

"What I, what I what, what what I want is you, you you yeah yeah pretty lady!"

With a strangled moan, he made to rise from the bed, but did not even get his legs under himself before he was pushed back by a powerful thrust. Ember, in an instant (she always had been faster than him) had turned and gotten on the bed, and the lust clouding Spyro's vision had made him unable to even see her move. As he fell back upon the bed, Ember gripped both of his thighs, tight enough that her claws hurt even his scales. All pain was forgotten as she lowered her head to his cock, and shot her tongue out. Even before her mouth reached its summit, her tongue lapped once across his tip, picking up all the fluids there, before rapidly winding down his member. Her mouth soon followed, engulfing him with little difficulty. This wasn't Ember's first rodeo, though it was the biggest bull she'd ever attempted to ride.

"I love a girl all over me, yes that's what I want with you baby!"

She bobbed her head up and down in time with the music, lips travelling over almost half his length each time. She pulled air in through her nostrils, before breathing it out into her tightly sealed mouth. This extra burst of hot, moist air, couple with the long tongue convulsing in waves up and down his cock, caused Spyro to grit his teeth and grasp at Ember's horns.

The chorus repeated, Ember working Spyro with all she had (with one hand keeping herself burning) and Spyro doing his best simply to hold on. But Ember's skill, and Spyro's prolonged exposure, was about to tell.

Just before the next verse began, Spyro shouted "OH FUCK!", and his whole body tensed up. Ember, realising these early warning signs, re-doubled her efforts. Finally Spyro threw his head back and roared long and loud, not caring who heard him. The air trebled with the ferocity of his cry, and the window shook in its frame. His cock pulsed, and swelled slightly. Ember instantaneously backed off, leaving only his tip in her mouth, before receiving blast after blast of Spyro's cum. So hot it almost burned, the true heat of his release became evident as her mouth overflowed, and she was forced to back off. He was nowhere near done, still shooting spurt after spurt of his cum out, and it sizzled as it touched her scales. It burnt very slightly, just enough to make the pain shoot Ember's lust higher. It landed everywhere, over her closed eyes, on her neck, some even splattering up to land on her horns. The true majority, however, was shot all over her tits, coating the topside of each before beginning to trickle down. Ember, hypersensitive, felt the heat slowly trickle over her breasts, and moaned loudly as it dripped over each of her already stimulated nipples, causing them to raise another half-inch.

She lunged forward and pressed her tits to either side of his cock, before slowly rising up it, licking along the underside as she did, milking him for all he was worth.

"How could anybody forget, that you was mine, yeah."

When she reached the top, she enveloped the very tip of his dick, and gave a mighty suck, whilst rubbing her nipples along either side of it. Spyro almost came again as he got this treatment, as she cleaned him of every last trace of his cum.

"My my girl, you were mine, mine mine."

Ember licked up all the cum on her face, even stretching to her fullest to catch the small amount that had landed on her horns, on the very tip of her forked tongue. She proceeded to grip both her tits in her hands, and rub all the cum into them like lotion, before licking it all off and taking a nipple into her mouth. She sucked on it for a moment, before her eyes caught sight of Spyro's still rock hard cock. She moaned, licking her fingers clean, before crawling on top of a dazed Spyro.

"Everything was fine, girl girl,

Everything was fine, fine fine yeah."

Reaching a hand down, she spread herself wide, and positioned herself over his cock. She was trembling with need; her insides felt like lava, she needed release! Just as she was about to skewer herself on him, his eyes snapped fully open, and in a burst of sexually fuelled energy, he grabbed Ember and swapped their positions, throwing her down onto the bed roughly.

He held himself at arm's length above her, looking into her eyes and growling softly. She attempted to raise her hips to meet his, but he simply backed off, and kept their sexes from touching. Her need became frantic. She knew what he wanted, but this time she could resist...

No she couldn't. Ember moaned, the sound reverberating through Spyro, the most primal and lust-filled noise made so far, before almost screeching "FUCK ME SPYRO!!"

"What I, what I what, what what I want is you, you you yeah yeah pretty lady!

I love a girl all over me, yes that's what I want with you baby!"

With a brutal, single movement, Spyro completely embedded himself in Ember. The dragoness screamed with pleasure as she felt his incredible cock break through something insider her that he had never reached before, and it sent molten shivers throughout her body. Spyro himself couldn't remember Ember being this tight, this wet, or this hot. The muscles in her pussy were squeezing him in waves, contracting at the base of his cock before moving up its length, washing over him and caressing every inch of him. She was squeezing him almost painfully tight, and their combined liquids were already spilling out of her stuffed pussy, flowing down over her ass to soak the sheets beneath them.

"What I, what I what, what what I want is you, you you yeah yeah pretty lady!

I love a girl all over me, yes that's what I want with you baby!"

He began thrusting in and out of her, pulling at first only an inch or so out, but gradually lengthening his movements, until almost half of his length was removed from her each thrust. Unable to resist them anymore, he lowered his head and began to lick her breasts, periodically stopping to nip and suck at a nipple. Ember's screams and moans were more than enough evidence as to his skill.

The music suddenly abruptly changed, and both of the dragons noticed it at the bare edges of their attention. It didn't matter to them, but they did notice it. As Spyro continued his ministrations, he felt the long tortured dragoness beneath him suddenly change gear. She picked up speed, she became tighter, hotter, wetter. And as she bounced, she managed to breath out "Spyro, I'm almost there!"

This admission, coupled with the sudden increase in the intensity of their fucking cause Spyro to turn a corner. The end was in sight. The music picked up again.

He lowered himself down onto his elbows, feeling Ember's diamond hard nipples press into his chest. She was completely pressed into him, legs touching, tails entwined, both of their stomachs pressed against each other, and he captured her mouth with his, and began to kiss her wildly. It was almost messy, how little they cared for civility right now, but it got the point across. Licking his tongue along her fangs, her gums, finally along her tongue itself, his lust grew, her lust grew.

Spyro's thrusts grew longer, building into this final, marathon push. Eight inches. Nine. Ember started randomly twitching beneath him. Twelve. Thirteen. Now, every push he made his entire cock went in and came back out, completely hilting in her, filling her utterly each time. The passion of the moment grew. The intensity grew. The heat grew.

With a simultaneous cry of exultation, Spyro and Ember both felt something deep inside themselves unlock. Just as the final chorus began, both dragon and dragoness burst utterly into flame. It didn't stop them from fucking though.

"What I, what I what, what what I want is you, you you yeah yeah pretty lady!

I love a girl all over me, yes that's what I want with you baby!"

Everything grew wilder. Ember accidentally nicked one of Spyro's fangs with her tongue, adding the coppery taste of blood to the mix of fluids in their mouths, her long legs rose and wrapped around Spyro, doing her best to hold him in, but his overwhelming strength won out, and his mammoth thrusts continued. He grew more powerful with each movement, hammering into her, pushing her into the bed, and slamming the headboard against the wall behind it. Already there were cracks in the wall. Ember could feel herself beginning to bruise, but Christ it felt good.

"What I, what I what, what what I want is you, you you yeah yeah pretty lady!

I love a girl all over me, yes that's what I want with you baby!"

Even the fireproof bed began to singe. Small flames appeared around the room. The dragons noticed none of it, both feeling their end approaching. Finally, Ember, tightened to the point of almost crushing Spyro, letting out a continuous wail of absolute ecstasy, caused the mighty dragon to reach his limit. He felt molten liquid surging up his cock, and with one last effort, completely pulled out of Ember, leaving no contact between their sexes, before ramming himself back into her pussy with every ounce of strength he possessed. In unison, they both roared their pleasure to the ceiling, the flame surrounding their bodies briefly burning bright white, and releasing continuous streams of fire from their maws. Spyro felt Ember's pussy spasm around his cock, flooding it with molten liquid, mixing with his own. The two tidal waves met, and found only one exit. Liquid squirted out of Ember's sex, somehow finding its way out around Spyro's huge cock, and coated Spyro's balls, her own ass, and the flaming sheets beneath them. Like a faucet being turned off, the flames pouring from both Spyro and Ember's jaws were capped by both dragons locking lips once more.

Finally, after an intense, twitching, flaming, draining orgasm, both dragons relaxed, their flames died and the music stopped. Spyro slumped over Ember, his breathing laboured, and she was cross-eyed beneath him, having a hard time coming down from her post-orgasm high. After a minute, he rolled off her.

Once they both regained their breath a little, they achieved enough presence of mind to survey the damage they had wrought. All the fires had gone out once the two main heat sources in the room had doused themselves, but most everything in the room was singed. A footstool in the corner was a blackened stump. As Ember rose onto her elbows, her breasts swayed back and forth, and immediately caught Spyro's attention.

"Looks like we overdid it," she remarked drily, gaze roving over her burnt bedroom. A dreamy "Yeah..." was the only response. She turned her head to see Spyro staring at her breasts. She took a deep breath, and watched his eyes as they tracked her nipples.

Looking down, she noticed he was still hard. She smiled.

"Ready for Round Two?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Leaning over, Ember hit two buttons. PLAY. REPEAT.