Perhaps...
#10 of Spyro's Growing Up.
Just go with this as continuing from far away and hay presto, happy ending! And stay tuned, this is one part of probably three of the happy ending.
Spyro and Ember were together again. After such a short, yet seemingly endless time away, they had both grown quite lovesick, and Ember was very willing to forgive Spyro. After they got back to Spyro's cave that night, and had both had a drink from the cool stream, they sat. They just sat.
Looking into each other's eyes.
They met across the fire, the heat just melding away from their scales, and kissed. It was a long, slow, deep kiss, and they both enjoyed it immensly. As their mouths opened, their tongues pressed greedily forward, entwining with the other's. They sat there, breathing through their noses, engrossed in a lover's kiss. It lasted for hours. I kid you not, they sat there kissing like that for hours, not a word was said. On an unspoken symbol, they both moved to the bed, neither breaking the kiss.
Spyro shuffled under his blanket first, and Ember draped herself over him, running her short claws over the scales on Spyro's front, eliciting shaper breaths from him. He wrapped her paws around her, and tickled the spot between her wings, making her giggle into the kiss. Their tales entwining, they were both desperately trying to keep themselves in check, wanting this to last forever, but to no avail. As Spyro's dragonhood literally could not be held back without tearing something anymore, he let his lower body relax. Ember however, was expecting this.
She had shifted herself up his body, so that instead of penetrating her, he merely slid along the lips of her throbbing sex, poking out between her legs at the back. Ember then proceeded to clamp and relax her legs, making Spyro gasp in shock and pleasure. The pressure from all angles, as well as the terrible heat from above, was overwhelming, and he felt himself tensing up. Coincidently, so did Ember, and, wanting to prolong this, relaxed herself, earning a moan of dissapointment from Spyro.
Still kissing, bodies pressed together, air actually reaching a boiling point between them, they decided wordlessly that it was time to get down to business. They finally broke the infinite kiss, and Ember sat up, straddling him, just suspending herself over his tip. She softly caressed his maleness with two hands, slowly rubbing it up and down, watching his essence beading at it's tip.
She then lowered herself, until they were just touching. She moved his tip along the outside of her swollen heat, and rubbed it in circles on her moist flesh. Spyro started growling, a rare sound from him, and Ember thought that the time of teasing was over. She slowly pressed herself onto him, gasping in pleasure and watching his face contort, until his tip was just inside her. Spyro was going wild, squirming and arching his back beneath her.
He finally decided enough was enough. Grabbing her sides, he slowly pressed into Ember. She started groaning in pleasure, as she loved him taking the lead. As he hilted himself in her, they both stared into each other's eyes, sparks flying unseen between them.
'I love you Spyro. You are my world. Please don't ever let me go again....'
'I would sooner break a stained glass window', replied Spyro truthfully. 'My love for you will echo through the ages.'
And, with her mate buried inside of her, Ember leaned in.
Spyro, buried inside his mate, bended upwards.
As their lips met, it was sealed. A bond that would last longer than the longest eternity, a bond more precious than all the jewels under the earth.
The bond of true love.
Spyro laid back down, Ember following him, not breaking the kiss. Spyro, using the strength that had saved realms, slowly lifted her off him, and lowered her down again, making her shiver in pleasure. Not breaking the kiss.
Ember began to pump her hips up and down, losing some sense of control. Her breath was growing more eratic, and she could sense a building inferno in the pit of her stomach. And still she did not break the kiss.
They moved faster and faster, until you could hear them slapping together over and over in the night. Spyro and Ember tried vainly to hold back, but neither could take it. Looking into each other's wild eyes, they came. Ember's insides clamped around Spyro, bathing him in her juices, and milking him for all he was worth.
Spyro felt wave after wave of seed leave him, drawing alot of his energy, for it just kept coming. He shot a minor flood into his mate, who accepted it happily. As Spyro's dragonhood shuddered, and shot it's last, and greatest load into her, they both breathed white hot flames into the other's mouths. This was the bond. No longer did they have individual flames, but they were now unified, no longer two but one, a single undying blaze. And still, they did not break their kiss.
And, as they lay there, two young lovers asleep in their bed, the dragon goddess of love, Eternia, was smiling upon them.
And she would be smiling upon them for a long time to come.