Defeated!
#11 of Spyro's Growing Up.
Hi!
Ummmm...can't think of anything to say so I'll start! Oh, thought of something. Spyro and Ember will look much the same in these two stories as they did in It All Ends and All Will Turn to Darkness.
After that fantastic night, Ember and Spyro's relationship grew. They were now bonded, body and mind. Months passed, and still they did not waver. By the time they were both fifteen, they would actually be quite imposiible to break up. Indeed, they even spent most of their time together, making them quite inseperable. They slept together, they woke together, they fought evil together, the works. Ember had grown to be quite the warrior, taking on everything Spyro did.
Months had passed since the last villain was vanquished, and Spyro and Ember were enjoying the peace peace thoroughly, sometimes enjoying it all day, not getting out of bed.
As she let Spyro recover from another ravaging attack from her, Ember walked outside. She took a quick bathe in her spring, which she had flown to, and then decided to lie down in Spyro's grove. She felt rather than heard a presence come up behind her. She knew it was trying to be stealthy, although it was failing horribly. She half opened an eye, but could not see the thing behind her.
Deciding to take action, she jumped to her feet and lashed backwards with her tail. She felt a paw enclose around it, a familiar, heated scaly paw. And then she prepared herself. Think about it. In heat, tail held high, what do you think.
She felt Spyro thrust into her from behind, evidently he was not in a slow mood. She flashed an evil grin. Neither was she.
As their paces immediately quickened, they braced themselves for a bit of a long haul. Over the time they had spent together, they had both developed enormous stamina, which only made their lovemaking all that more intense.
A quick half hour later, yes that was quick for them, Ember collapsed under her own weight, drained. She fell backwards, and Spyro caught her, letting her slowly to the ground on top of him. He wrapped himself around her, and felt himself slowly retract out of Ember, returning to nestle safely beneath his scales.
They had both grown well during the last dozen or so months. Spyro had grown severly, and was now a very attractive, musclebound young dragon, although he still managed to stay lithe, agile and slim. Ember was the same basic structure, although alot more curvacious, much to Spyro's delight. She was also very flexible, which always made Spyro uncomfortably aroused whenever she flounced that fact around.
Lieing there, Spyro tracing a claw delicately over her spine, she thought back to their first time, and began to cry.
'What's wrong?' asked Spyro, after noticing the wetness on her face.
'Nothing', she said, and planted a delicate kiss on his lips. 'Just happy'.
The next few days were filled with nothing but the lover's whiling away the hours, waking at dawn and watching the sun rise, going fishing, passionate lovemaking, you know, nothing interesting.
Four days later, they recieved word that a fortress had appeared in an unknown region of a nearby realm, and from it were spewing all types of gnorcs and monstrosities, so naturally Ember and Spyro were the couple to do the job. Before they set out, they began a little tradition of theirs, whenever they were going to kick the crap through gnorc.
That night, they made love. This wasn't what had happened before, a quick, slighlty meaningful escapade in the forest, this was a slow, sensual affair, filled with passion and lust.
As they both climbed into bed that night, barely containing their excitement, Gnasty Gnorc, Red the Dragon and Ripto were all preparing their defences for the dynamic duo. But tonight the pair had eyes only for each other.
As they lay there, reading a book by the light of the fire, or thinking about the battle to come, a secret charge lay between them. Soon.
As Ember laid down her book, Spyro blew out the fire with a touch of frost. Ember finally let out a giggle, and Spyro smiled like a maniac. They met in the bed centre, bodies melding together, Ember's swollen sex already pressing against Spyro's throbbing sheath.
Their tongues were a moving, dancing flurry of action, exploring the others mouth. Ember's paws were all over Spyro caressing his chest, running over his abdominal muscles, running them over the rippling muscles on his back. Spyro, in a move that would make any guy proud, had his paws massaging Ember's rump, and had no inclination of moving them.
Tails entwined, Ember decided to do a move that always drove Spyro wild. She pulled away from him, until only their lips were touching, and Spyro moaned into the kiss, anticipating what was to come next.
In a slow, rolling wave, Ember undulated her body against Spyro's. Starting with simply pressing her head further into the kiss, she then moved her shoulders and neck forwards, then her chest and stomach, and as she did this, she pulled away her head, until again their lips were just touching. As she pressed her lower legs against him, she smiled, knowing the effect she was about to have on Spyro. She then shoved her tailbase againt his, pulling away her stomach, and watched him squirm and groan, enjoying the power she had over him.
She did this three more times, and by then Spyro was a wreck, almost beyond self-control. As she moved down again, she shoved her sex against his with all her might, budging Spyro a few inches along the bed, and finally making his dragonhood spring free from it's bounds.
Immediately, she rolled on top of him and grabbed it, pumping it up and down slowly. As she was already feeling herself stir in the stomach, and as she had saw the slight deluge of liquid that had come out of him when he had pulled back his scale patch, Ember thought that there was no time for dilly-dallying.
Raising herself athletically on her back legs, she rubbed his head in circles around her red lips, and then slowly lowered herself, letting it nestle deep inside of her, until their hips met.
So turned on were they, from Ember's ealier efforts to make Spyro uncomfortable, that after four long, slow strokes, it was over. Pressing their lips together to share their bonding fire, they released themselves, Ember's inner muscles slowly caressing Spyro, who was shooting copious amounts of his seed into her. She milked him slowly this time, wanting it to last, and he held back, to pace himself. In the end this paid off, and rather well. They were lying there, pressed against each other, on the crest of a wave of sexual pleasure, for several minutes.
This was not an inferno though, mind you. It was a smoldering fire, burning for a long time, slowly releasing pleasure. Their combined fluids began to leak out of Ember, who could not take anymore, so full was she. As it finally ended, they relaxed. They had been lying there, Ember draped over Spyro, for a full fifteen minutes!
Waking up the next day, still slightly sticky, they set off for the realm where the fortress had been sited, the realm of Eternia. As they crossed the inter-realm boundry between their own and Eternia, they could easily see a large, spiked shape in the distance. Taking this to be the fortress, they both lowered their heads and pulled in their limbs, streaking over the landscape and tossing up leaves behind them.
As they landed, side by side, the door opened in fron of them, but they barely noticed this suspicious occurence, seeing as their necks were craned backwards. The fortress was huge! They could not see it's top, shrouded in cloud. It was almost a perfectly smooth surface all the way up, something unusually rare for gnorc architecture.
As they finally noticed the open door, they exchanged a meaningful glance. Too easy. They warily looked around them, and first threw a few sticks and stones into the doorway. After nothing happened, Spyro took a deep breath and bravely started walking through it. Ember followed, right beside him.
After they walked through it, the door shut fast behind them, but neither of them gave it a second glance. They were expecting it. Ember whispered 'Spyro, I don't like this.' It's too quiet,' and indeed it was, deathly quiet. The little room was deserted save for them. The room itself was probably three or four Spyro lengths long, with doorways in both the far left and right corners.
'Spyro?' asked Ember, after Spyro made no reply. 'Spyro!'
She reached over to give him a shake, and knocked into something. 'But there's nothing here!' she thought. She then realized, there was a glass divider between her and Spyro. Spyro glanced at her, after having seen her move out of the corner of his eye, and saw it too. He shrugged, and then gestured to each of the doors. Ember nodded, understanding that Spyro wanted her to go through her side and he his.
He entered a room probably twice the size of the last, and saw a closed door directly across from him. He saw Ember enter from the other side, behind the glass. The doors on both sides of the glass opened, and in poured around thirty or so gnorc grunts, low level soldiers, fifteen on each side.
Spyro and Ember despatched of this easily, taking half or so of them out with just a preliminary, experimental flame breath. This was barely a warm up! After taking his out, he glanced over at Ember, and saw her beat down the last gnorc, flinging it against the far wall. She saw him watching, and shot a brief smile at him, letting him know she was all right.
They had a harder time in the next room, as this one was full of large gnorc lieutenants. This next room was roughly twice the size of the last, thought the exact same size. After a slightly tense fight, they proceeded into the last room, both having an accurate idea of what was to come.
Into the room lumbered thirty huge gnorc commanders, dressed in their characteristic silver armour. After a furious fight, an exhausted Spyro checked on Ember, and was horrified.
She was being held back by four of them, each on one leg, and two more in front of her were pounding her as hard as they could. Then they both stopped, and wrapped their hands around her throat, beginning to squeeze.
Rearing up against the glass, he pounded on it furiously with his forepaws, crying out 'NO! NO!!'
As he saw her struggling begin to ease, tears began working their way down his face. 'NO!!!!!'
And he pounded on the glass a few more times, feeling it shudder. And then he felt it shudder once more, even though he hadn't pounded it. Back on four legs, he rested a paw on it, feeling it shudder again, and then he understood.
Putting into practice a move he never thought he would use, he hovered a few feet off the ground, and placed his horns against the glass, until their tips were just touching. Then, in an amazing display of aerial prowess, he tucked one wing in and beat the other once as hard as he could, sending him tumbling sideways and forwards, basically making him a dragon drill.
As a small circular section was but out, he heard Ember yelling 'SPYRO!! SPYRO!!' and, poking his head through, he saw her jumping up and down and beating on the glass, somehow seeing him being killed. He said 'Ember!', and then she was down there, kissing him fiercely and crying, and he explained what happened. He drew back, and summoning all his strength, threw his tail against the wall, over the section he had cut out, which had weakened the magical glass. As they shared a hug after breaking it, they both stepped through the only door in the room, which led out onto the top of the fortress. They didn't realise they had climbed this high!
'So', drawled a voice they both knew well, 'the starcrossed lovers have arrived?'
They turned and saw Ripto, Red and Gnasty Gnorc standing there, all looking as murderous as ever. Except for Gnasty. He seemed strangely pale, and scared. Then he saw why. Ember was slowly walking towards him, fire flashing in her eyes, and an odd glow coming off of her.
Power retched into every scale on her face, she looked at Gnasty straight in his eyes, and hissed '....run.'
And thats what he did.
Screaming in terror, and throwing his mace into the air, he sprinted off the side of the fortress, tumbling the whole way down. Heavens knew what would become of him.
They still had a titanic fight ahead of them though, as the rest of the gnorc forces were flanking Red and Ripto. But Spyro was in his element, and knew exactly what to do. He told Ember his plan through subtle movements and glances, while Red and Ripto started monolouging about how powerful they were, how certain Spyro and Ember's defeat was. She understood, and let an evil smile creep about her features, relishing the fight to come.
Leaping forwards, Ember kept everyone at Bay with a wall of fire save for Red, who as a dragon had a big resistance to it. But as only he could step through it, he was easy prey for Spyro, who was far more powerful than he. However as Spyro was dealing the finishing blows, Ripto managed to cast a spell, putting a shield of energy around him and the gnorcs, allowing them to step through the barrier.
Ember immediately layed about Ripto, distracting him from Spyro, who was now destroying Red's magical staff. Doing the smart thing, Red pointed over at Ember and cried out 'Heavens no!', and Spyro, completely taken in by the trick, looked towards Ember, who was keeping the gnorcs at bay with a crowd control trick.
With Spyro looking away, Red took off into the night sky, and when Spyro turned back all he heard was Red's deep laughter, echoing in the distance. Annoyed, he turned back and saw Ripto standing directly in from of him, firing spells at Ember. Evidently he had been backing away from her, and hadn't noticed Spyro. With one swipe, Spyro sent him sprawling, and tumbling off of the fortress like so many gnorcs had already. Deciding to let him go, Spyro flew over to assist Ember. The rest of the Gnorcs fell like dominoes.
As they were turning to fly away to the hospital, as they had both recieved injuries that, while not life threatening, were still quite a nuisance, they saw an envelope appear in a puff of smoke on front of them. Picking it up, they saw it was from Ripto. Spyro opened it, and read it aloud.
'Wretched and accursed,
Curse you! Curse you you scaled monstrosities! You have foiled my plans again! But you have not heard the last of Ripto, oh no. I shall continue to work in the shadows, plotting my revenge, and if I ever enter your realm I shall raze it to the ground, and destroy all the dragons!'
After thinking about if for a while, Ember suggested they write something on the back of the letter, and after Spyro stopped laughing at this ludicrous thought and warmed up to it, he asked what they should write.
'Oh, I have an idea Spyro,' said Ember, smiling maliciously.
'Ok, but what are we going to write with?'
Smiling, Ember leaned over and dipped her claw into a puddle of gnorc blood. Turning the letter over, she wrote on the back possibly the best one word reply ever.
'If.'