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Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse

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CHAPTER 6

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Pink scales gleamed in the sunlight, Ember humming to herself as she glided across the sea towards the Temple. Her saddlepacks clinked lightly with every flap of her wings. Jewels, jewelry, chains, plates, and a pouch of the tiny curious orb jewels collected from the Orc remains. She had a busy consultation ahead of herself. Terrador would have to appraise her finds and help her discern any magic flow in her set jewels before she took it to a real appraiser for pricing. It was her first outing with her own creations, and her heart was aflutter with anxious excitement. "Oh I bet I'll get high marks for these things!" she squealed to herself, paws clenching. Passing over the Mushroom Forest, she finally alighted on the great balcony and shook herself all over, her wings sore from the flight. Trying to ignore the dull throbbing need in her loins, and also trying to temporarily forget the wonderful fun her friends had given her the night before her departure, she stepped up to the heavy stone door and breathed fire on it, watching it glow briefly and then move to grant her entry.

Straw and stuffing filled the air inside and she paused in shock to see a black form with flashes of red and silver darting between training dummies. Green sickly light flashed out and a dummy melted, followed by the dragoness melting into shadows and vanishing from sight for a quiet second before lunging up in a flurry of dark claw slashes that utterly decimated the would-be assailants. Landing with a fluid bounce, Cynder stretched her wings and then folded them to her sides, briefly exposing her egg-heavy belly to the pink dragoness. Huffing lightly from the exercise, she whipped her tail, looking around the room to regain herself before she realized the door was open and Ember was watching her. "Ember!"

"Hey Cynder!" She ambled in, glancing back only briefly when the door closed behind her. "I thought you and Spyro were somewhere else?"

"Nope, we built a small house not too far from the Temple because the Guardians won't stop calling for him. What's that stuff, more jewels?"

"Yeah." Reaching into one of her pouches, she wiggled her toes and the bag of small orbs floated up and undid itself.

"Wow...you can use magic?"

"Only a small bit, unfortunately...enough to help with jewel settings at least." She picked one of the orbs out with her claws. "I wanted Terrador and Volteer to look at these for me and see if we can use them, I have so many ideas already but need to see if they're safe. Some kinda weird trinket the Orcs were carrying on them in small lockboxes when they attacked Warfang."

"It's so pretty..." Cynder whispered, staring at the silvery crystal orb and the blue-purple lightplay off its surface. Ember couldn't help staring at the gravid swell in Cynder's ruby belly, but refrained from pointing it out...for now. With her own heat pulling at her she felt a pang of intense jealousy well up and squeeze her gut, but she managed to force it back down.

"Where is everyone? I thought Spyro would've been here with you."

"Spyro's off for some kind of examination and the Guardians are in the garden with some emissaries. They've been...unusually quiet lately. I think something's going on that they're not wanting to tell us."

"Meh. They're the Guardians. They've always got a lot going on." Unshouldering her saddlepacks, she looped them onto her neck for easier access. "I'm gonna go get these set up in the usual spot."

"Usual spot?" Cynder asked as Ember padded away.

"Yeah. This ain't my first rodeo about this...though it's my first time with my own wares instead of my master's. Say hi to Spyro for me if I don't catch ya on the way out!"

Cynder stared after her, rubbing her belly idly with her wings. She felt a bit out of the loop now. Spyro was moody and hiding something from her, the Guardians were distant, and Ember seemed so professional with her jeweling. What was she supposed to do other than bum around with a belly full of eggs?

Well, there was her playing around with spices and recipes but it was hardly any professional capacity.

"Hope he gets back soon..." she mumbled, resisting the sudden strong urge to diddle herself with her tail again. Not here, not in the Temple.

"Hm..." the earth elder rumbled to himself, turning a tiara over slowly in his huge paws. "You alloyed this one yourself?"

"Yes sir," Ember replied, holding back a nervous gulp. The Guardians were always so hard for her to read.

"It's not fully mixed. But this plating method...is electricity based?"

"Electroplating, yeah. Fulgra might swing by here in a few weeks for you to look at her work on that."

Turning it over again, he squinted at the gem settings. "Pearl, citrine, and yellow emeralds. And these cabochons...are...gradobrelite?"

"Yes sir."

Moving to her next piece, a plate-based necklace of silvery metals and darker slate-like cuts, he gave it the same attention. Ember had to fight herself not to stare and drool at the peek of his low-hanging fruits behind his legs. Her heat was really getting to her. Of all the days... He wasn't even her type but she was getting to the point of salivating at any male bits with lurid fantasies. In this case, unwanted fantasies, but biology was not her friend for the next week. "Interesting choice of crimping and setting on this. Reinforced steel circlet binds. Was this a commission?"

"That one...um..." Her mind was fogging. "Yes. Some noble's daughter, too haughty to give her name. Big hippo girl, not a dragon."

"Hmmm...and it clasps with magnets using an overlapping plate in front. This is a sturdy piece and has a better finish. What did you price her for this?"

"About four hundred sylvan up front, with the remainder to be determined on finishing. I was...not too sure how to finish the pricing on it."

"I would easily double the initial payment. These cuts are very precise, the polish is even and glassy, the metalwork is among the best yet I've seen from you. Just be careful on the ring crimps. They're hard to see but I can feel tool ridges, very slight, with my claws."

She nodded and gulped, shifting a little and catching herself from grinding her slightly swollen netherlips on the cold stone floor, especially the tile ridge just near her labial cleft. "What about these...weird gemmy pearls, sir? They're my main concern right now. I have so many ideas for them but...I'm not sure if they're usable."

"Yes..." he rumbled as he picked up the drawstring sack and let two of them roll onto his paw. Ember had to gulp again at the mental double entendre. Feeling them between his toes, he breathed lightly over them, watching as the green mist of his elemental breath almost bounced off their surface. Squinting hard, he lifted one up close to his eye, turning it this way and that in the light. "Curious...it is a gem quality material, but I have never seen it before. I will have to ask Volteer to research it for me."

"Aww...was hoping you'd know so I could get to work on it quickly."

"You're welcome to stay at the Temple while he looks at it. Unless you have...more pressing matters to attend to in the meantime." The obvious knowing tone in his voice made her shudder in embarrassment. Well, it was only a small hope he wouldn't have at least smelled it, anyway.

"I...don't actually know. I want to know what this is as quickly as possible, but...y-yeah, it's...that time...again..." she faded into a shy mumble.

"Take the time you need then. I will take five of these pearls for Volteer to assess, and I don't expect some of them will return, if that is fine. He may subject them to physical strength tests or hardness and cleavage assessments."

"That's fine. We're still pulling in a lot more from the war wreckage. To be honest I didn't expect any of these to come back with me, though I would like at least some of them to."

"Only as much as you're willing to part with then."

"Take ten of them, just in case. Volteer can keep a few if he wants."

"Thank you, young one. I will take these to him. I trust you know where the spare rooms are?"

"Yes sir. I'll uh...yeah."

"We can return to appraisal when you are ready." With that he removed eight more of the pearls from the bag and pocketed them in his personal magic storage, then headed out of the room, making sure to keep his tail cinched down a bit more then usual and his wings folded to his sides so the ends would hide his nethers from her sight. Ember waited until he was a decent way down the hall before darting the other way to the spare rooms, overhearing a few of the emissaries in their lodging talking in their languages. Finding an unclaimed room, she zipped in, closed the door, and sighed out in frustrated relief at the total soundproofing of the Temple guest chamber. It was a cozy room sized for two adult dragons, adorned with fragrant mosses along a ridge that jutted out of the wall close to the ceiling, decorated with a few painted pots here and there. Glowstones set into the wall were dimly pulsing with light, which she strengthened with her own fiery breath, then she flopped onto the large nest-like bed and sank into the pillows adorning it. Taking off her saddlepacks, she stretched and luxuriated on the pillows to try to distract herself from the growing, intense need inside, but the soft touch made her hide crawl and fanned her internal flames.

"Fuck..." she growled to herself, pawing at her eyes tiredly. "Whyyyyy did my heat have to fall on this outing? Why couldn't it have been last week, or the week after this? At least the room is soundproof but if I do anything in here, soon as I open the door everyone else is gonna know. Maybe I should head to the garden...was hoping it was just gonna be a light heat and not this strong so fast..."

The garden was probably her better bet. At least she could rub herself quickly out there and wash up or something. Hopefully none of the other emissaries were wandering the Temple grounds.

The halls were empty, a blessing for the pink dragoness, but the garden was not. The door moved aside for her, showing Cynder sitting at some of the hedges and sawing her tailblade along some thicker bush branches to trim them from the walking path. The sight of that massive gravid belly sent another jealous clench through her body, and a sudden, incredibly intense need for someone, anyone to bury their dick in her depths and put out this fire of arousal. And, maybe finally, get her pregnant too. Oh how she wanted eggs...nothing enticed her more than having a belly of eggs with Flame and starting a family while working on her jeweling...

"Ember? Hello?"

She jolted back to reality to find Cynder looking at her with confusion and worry. "Uh...hi..."

"You okay? You were kinda just...staring and panting."

"Y-yeah I'm...I'm fine..."

"No you're not. You're in heat aren't you?"

Giving a light growl of reluctance, she sagged a bit and nodded. "Yeah...and it's super bad this time too...had to hit me during this trip, of all times..."

"Flame didn't tag along?"

At that, Ember gave a nervous little half-grin and shook her head. "No. I uh...kinda went ahead on my own, told him to hang back. I wanted to do this by myself but I also didn't want him tempting me with...y'know...sex. I just can't help myself around him!"

"Oh I know the feeling, all too well," Cynder replied with a small giggle in her throat and a heavy blush that made her silver cheek ridge scales turn pink. "But yeah, that's gonna be rough. Do you...uh...need some privacy maybe?"

"I need some sky-damned eggs in me," she growled, then shook her head. "Fuck, there I go again...sorry..."

Cynder blinked at that, suddenly worried that her own pregnancy might be a contention point. "Uh...I can go somewhere else for gardening if you need..."

"I just...I'm sorry. Flame and I have been trying for eggs for three years now. Maybe I'm a late bloomer? I don't know. All I know right now is I need a dick and a thick load of cum in me, right now...but there's no one here to help."

Cynder tilted her head in thought, then smirked. "Well...can't really help with the cum part, but I think I know where you can find a good toy."

"Better not be the blade on your tail."

"What? No! Youch, why would that be a thing?"

"Because I use my tailfin all the time," she replied quickly, demonstrating by spreading her legs and curling her tail under herself to slip the tip of the heart-shaped rigid scale into her labia, giving a huff and biting her lip to stifle the lewd moan from the flash of pleasure threatening to make her legs buckle and her self-restraint evaporate. Cynder blinked in confusion at the unabashed display, but got up to lead her deeper into the garden.

"C'mon, this way."

Ember followed, panting a little as she indulged just a little bit in masturbating, letting the walk rub her tailfin against her super-sensitive nethers. Here and there she couldn't help taking a peek under Cynder's tail and drooling a bit at the black dragon's own dripping slit. She was so lust-drunk already, she wanted to bury her face in that ruby slit, anything sexual to distract herself from this damn inferno in her loins. Outside the garden, Cynder started weaving through the mushrooms, Ember following hesitantly, until finally they came to a small grove of smaller, thinner mushroom trees. Ember immediately saw why they were here, as Cynder brought her tailblade around and trimmed off a shoot from near the base of a nearby mushroom. It was long, thin, and sturdy, and nicely rounded at the tip, very pleasantly phallic in shape. In fact it was just a hair smaller than Flame's dick, in length and girth. The base flared out a bit where it had been attached, the wound oozing thick yellow sappy juice, which Cynder cauterized on the trimming with a bit of fire breath. "A mushroom dick," she panted, unable to take her eyes off it.

"Yep. And we can plant the shoot when it's done being used, if you don't tear it apart."

"Is it safe?" she asked.

"Yep. They're actually rather rigid and durable as shoots, not like a grown mushroom that'll fall apart. And it smells halfway decent too, doesn't get that weird smell until it opens and starts making spores."

"Gimmeplease!" she squeaked. Cynder offered it to her and she had to seriously fight not to snatch it and...snatch it, wanting to swipe it and bring it bearing up into her nethers in one fell swoop. Giving it a look, she blushed. "Th-thanks..."

"I'll uh...yeah." Clearing her throat, Cynder trotted quickly back to the garden, but not so fast that she missed the incredibly lewd moan of relief that Ember loosed.

Trying to occupy herself with tending to the random twigs and leaves sticking out into the pathways, Cynder couldn't help that dull twinge of arousal tempting her to rub one out herself. It was getting late, too, the sun's rays reddening as evening closed in. Sighing softly to herself, she gazed at the sky overhead in longing. She wanted to go flying again, but the weight of six eggs in her belly, while not seeming like much, ended up feeling way heavier than it should after maybe half an hour of flight. She couldn't fly well, nor did she catch Spyro's scent on the breeze. Warfang was a pretty long haul from here. They had just built their house by the Temple, but with six eggs on the way, maybe she could talk Spyro into moving to Warfang, or one of the nearby villages? Then he wouldn't be so subject to the Guardians yanking him all over, and they'd have better access to food supplies and other trade benefits. But out here it was pretty quiet, and above all, it was away from everyone, which she enjoyed. Or did she? It felt kind of nice to have another dragoness nearby to chat with, though Ember didn't seem to have the time for idle chatter right now. Cutting one last twig, shaking herself off to loosen up her stiffening muscles, she nuzzled at her round belly with a wistful half-smile. Her body had absorbed most of Spyro's essence already, so she wasn't as big as she preferred to be, but it did allow her to more easily feel her eggs in her midriff. Six live eggs and one dud...she should've asked what to do about duds. All she knew was that they were smaller, weaker in the shell, and usually unfertilized, but whether or not they needed to be thrown out or...could perhaps be eaten like bird eggs? she didn't know. It felt weird to think about eating an egg from her own womb.

Pawsteps and wingskins rustling across the way made her look up to see Ember approaching, heavily flushed all over and thoroughly worn out, but apparently, also very satisfied. At least for now. "Thanks...I really, really needed that..." she muttered shyly, not making eye contact. "Hopefully it'll last me through the night."

"Did you finish your stuff with Terrador?"

"Not yet. He uh...took his leave of me with a sampling of those weird pearls to take to Volteer for testing. I think he knew I was about to melt with need."

"Probably. There's a pool around the corner if you need to wash up?"

"Yeah...I'm thirsty as hell too."

"There's a separate drinking fountain with a bowl right by the wading pool."

"Thanks." Ember found it easily, taking long draughts of the crisp cold water and then gingerly easing into the pool, teeth clenched at the chill on her overworked body. "Fuck that's brisk!"

"Yeah, it's too cold for me with...this." Cynder kept her wings folded down to try, in vain, to mask or lessen her gravid glow. She watched the pink dragoness scrub herself between her legs. "If you want to get away from the Temple for your heat, I don't think Spyro would mind if you used our guest room?"

"And have your home smell like me in heat?"

"It's not gonna be that bad."

"I'll think about it but tonight I really need to get Terrador's help finishing my pieces, at least. Speaking of which, I should head in, it's getting dark." Slipping out of the pool, she shook herself off, Cynder shielding herself with her wings. "Oops, sorry...my head's not on straight."

"Just lemme know. We're out past this mushroom forest here, across the floating stone bridge. Can't miss it, really. Flying up will give a good line of sight if you need."

"Thanks. And uh...thanks for the...toy. It's gonna help a lot."

"Heh...yeah..."

Ember briskly trotted away through the garden to the Temple, leaving Cynder to her thoughts again. With a soft sigh the black dragoness lunged into the air with a sweep of her wings, having to flap harder and faster to get aloft, but once she got high enough she spread her wings to glide back home. The rush of air around her was invigorating and thrilling, and comforting at the same time, leading her to slowly circle around their house to survey it in the setting sunlight. It was really just a few domes overlapped. The main seating and fireplace area, behind it and off to the right of the fireplace was their room, to the right of that was the kitchen, and to the left of the fireplace was the guest room. There was enough of a gap between the guest room and their room for them to install a hallway, and plenty of room out back for more chambers. Fluttering down and trying to stick a more graceful landing, she managed it with a triumphant little grin, then smiled at her belly and nosed at herself. With less cum padding her belly, she could more clearly feel her growing eggs and it filled her with such a rush of happy pride and excitement.

Nudging her way into the house, she smiled and sighed softly to herself as she looked around. It was nice to have a home. A place to belong. Living in a cave in the wild for a few years with Spyro had been quite nice, but...having a roof overhead was better. Fixing herself some thin shaves of meat and a spiced oil dip, she got another fire going in the fireplace and sprawled out carefully on her back, snacking on the meat with one paw and rubbing her belly with the other, purring contently to herself and zoning out while she hummed her little tune she was working on.

A knock at the door snapped her from her nap. When had she fallen asleep? The log in the fireplace had halfway reduced to her namesake by now, black and crackelure with a frosting of white ash, the fire on either end sending off a warm orange glow that made long shadows dance in the twilight gloom. Wow, seriously, when had she fallen asleep? Rubbing her eyes and yawning, Cynder carefully rolled onto her paws just as another knock confirmed that she wasn't hearing things. "I'm coming," she replied, possibly a bit more tersely than she intended. The strokes were too heavy to be Sparx, and Spyro would just let himself inside, who was it? Upon nudging the door open, she found a glassy-eyed, panting Ember, her head turned a bit to avoid eye contact. "Are you okay Ember?"

"N-no...they could...they could smell me...so embarrassing..." she whimpered, her hips squirming and bucking a little.

"I was afraid of that...come on. You look like you need a long sleep."

"You have no idea..." she grumbled as she waddled in, leaving a syrupy trail of her juices. Cynder's silver cheek scales went pink with a furious blush when she realized Ember still had the mushroom toy wedged up to the hilt in her vagina.

"Did you get that stuck?"

"Wha...? Oh, no no, it's fine, I can get it out...just...ugh...I'm such a mess and I feel terrible and I've never had it this strong before and it might be the only time I can actually get knocked up but Flame's not here to help with it and just...fuuuuuuck!" She pawed at her face and groaned. "Why do bodies have to do weird things...this sucks so much..."

"Yeah...biology is...not fun." She kept her wings mantled over her belly, a more manageable task with less of Spyro's essence left in her. "You need a snack or anything? You sound like you need...to...um...cum really hard and then sleep."

"Iunno...iunno what I need other than this heat to fuck off! But it always lasts at least a week and no one's here to help...I haven't had to deal with this alone for years..."

She couldn't tell if that was a declarative statement or an underpawed pass. Licking her lips with indecision, she sighed softly. "Alright, let's get a snack and some water at least. Ancestors know you're probably gonna dehydrate if you keep leaking like that."

Ember flinched and looked down under herself, lifting her hind leg and inadvertently showing off her very swollen labial scales cinched tight around the base of her toy. "Oh shit...I'm so sorry, I'll clean it up later, I just...ugh it just keeps getting worse...I didn't even realize..." Reaching back she gave a lewd moan as she pulled the toy free with an even lewder squelching noise, making Cynder gulp at the unusual rush of arousal, especially with how sodden the poor mushroom stalk was. Both it and her folds were dripping freely and leaving quite the drippy mess, a long thin strand of fluid keeping them connected for a few seconds until its exposure to the air made its weight break itself.

"Uh...y-yeah...definitely gonna need water...um." Padding over to the kitchen area, she called over her shoulder "Want some meat for a snack? I just finished making some more spice powder today if you wanna try that in some caly oil."

It took Ember a few seconds to process that. "Wait...what? You make spices?"

"I uh, I dabble, yeah. Here, I'll put some on the table." She came back out, carrying a platter of meat shavings and a dipping bowl, suspended with her shadow tendril power. Ember watched in awe at the elemental prowess, then came over and took a piece of meat, dipped it into the spiced oil, and chewed on it. Her eyes practically bugged from her face.

"Wow!"

"Wow?"

"That's delicious!" She picked up a few more pieces and then generously dunked them, chewing the whole mouthful and licking her toes clean. "Wow...what is this? It tastes...familiar yet not, it's kinda sweet, kinda sour and tart? But it goes so well with the meat!"

The ebony dragoness giggled with a rush of pride at the praise. "Local herbs and other ingredients really. I...I like to experiment."

"It's got a bit of a...woody? flavor to it? Like it's been woodsmoked but...no smoke?"

"That's probably the inner bark. Dried out and powdered. It's also that...what did they call it, citrus? Yeah, citrus. That tart sour flavor. Just a hint, enough for a bite to the flavor."

"You could charge a good price if you sold that! That's amazing!"

"Thanks. I've been...kinda tempted but that would mean I'd be out all day foraging. I just like to dabble as a hobby."

"Mmmm..." Taking one more bite, she giggled to herself. "Tastes just a little bit like Amaranth's lube..."

The...lascivious tone to that made Cynder blush again. "What's...lube?"

Ember almost stopped chewing to stare at her wide-eyed. "You...don't know what lube is?"

"I don't know a lot of stuff, Ember, not with my past. I just keep to myself out here."

"Girl, you're missing out on soooo much!" She giggled. "Lube is this...slick slippery stuff. It's used for massage oils, but can also be used for sex. it really, really helps with the friction soreness. And some types can be flavored for oral play."

"O-oh...I...I see..."

"I don't think caly oil is insertion safe, though."

Now Cynder had all kinds of ideas rolling in her head, especially if Spyro could get his penis slicked up enough that he could push more into her ass next time they did anal. "You said you haven't dealt with your heat alone...what's that mean? Flame?"

"Flame usually, yeah, but his balls can only take so much. Poor guy, he does his best but even the self-proclaimed Stud of Warfang can only go so many times..." She giggled to herself and shook her head at that. "Lovable dork. Usually when I go into heat though, I've got like, eight other guys who'll help, sometimes even all at once!"

The idea made Cynder go blank as she tried to process just how eight guys would possibly be on her all at once. The logistics made her head spin with uncertainties...and an unusual amount of fantasy.

"You don't have anyone other than Spyro?"

Cynder came back to reality with that and shook her head. "Nope. You know my past, Ember. Not like a lot of guys would want to have sex with the Terror of the Skies."

"Girl, you'd be surprised. Or mortified."

"Point is, I don't...I don't like being out in public, so I don't meet much of anyone else. I still get judged for what I did even when I try to make it right. So I just...I guess I hide here really. But I like the quiet. And...Spyro's really all I've needed. I feel like doing anything with anyone else would be cheating on him if he doesn't know about it."

"Aww...you two are really cute together. You're so lucky." Luckier than she wanted to let on. Ember could smell Spyro's scent quite thickly in this house. Part of her wanted to excuse herself and go back to the Temple, because the strong scent of... MALE. It was doing things to her. Every breath, despite the conversation distraction, was brewing up that inner fire in her loins. It wasn't a musty, musky or unkempt smell like so many other males might have. It was just...Spyro. It was pleasant to her estrus-addled senses...addictive, even. But she couldn't go back to the Temple right now. Be it out of pride, embarrassment, or addiction to this smell, she didn't know, probably a mix of those, but it was making her heat steadily worse the longer she sat there. It made her long to feel a huge, throbbing shaft shove up into her core and fuck her silly all night long again, a delight she hadn't had for a while now. Her need to breed, to have eggs, was creeping up from the back of her mind and making her eyes trail down to Cynder's belly. "He must have a serious set of balls on him to restrain himself and devote himself only to you, what with so many girls lusting after the living legend."

"Heh...definitely a nice set of balls..." she couldn't help but agree with a small purr in her voice.

"Can...can I...feel the eggs, maybe?"

Cynder smiled and carefully sprawled on her side. Ember approached, paw out tentatively, even hesitantly, until she touched that round belly. Her paw sank in against the cummy pudge and she flinched a bit in surprise. "So...squishy?"

"Yeah...it's slowly going down but that's leftover from Spyro before he left."

Ember blanked at that, staring wide-eyed again. "You're joking."

"No? It's his cum."

Pressing on her belly a few times and making the black dragoness bite back soft moans, Ember realized it was true. On the last grope, she finally located the shell of an egg and gasped. "Holy shit...that's...that's a lot of cum..." She very carefully felt around, then paused. "Wait...how many eggs do you have then?"

"Six. Matron confirmed it a few weeks ago. Six live, one dud, so seven in there."

"...Dear Ancestors...you are so fucking lucky," she whispered, staring at Cynder's gravid swell with wonder and jealous longing. "Six?! And on your first pregnancy?!"

"Yeah...everyone's surprised by it. I just...I hope they all..."

The conversation faded off on that note, Ember just quietly rubbing Cynder's engorged midriff, the expectant mother biting back soft moans at how good the contact felt on her stretched hide. "So lucky..." she finally whispered again. "It's not fair...we've been trying so hard for three years to have eggs...hell, anyone's eggs at this point, just...just something to start a family...do I need to ask the Guardians to get the Matron to look at me too?"

"Might not hurt to ask. Spyro's cum production is probably why he's off at their place for his evaluations." Something felt weird and unsettling about the situation. Cynder felt like there was something going on in the background.

"Pregnant ladies are so sexy...haven't seen one for three years after everyone who got pregnant before the war laid their eggs or had their kits."

Definitely something up. "Could it just be Warfang? Something about the ground zero for the war? The Golem?"

"Maybe. I dunno. I want to leave Warfang but it's got everything I need to get started with my own trade, and Flame just started seriously indulging in archaeology rather than bedding every girl he can."

"I still don't get that."

"Get what?"

Folding a wing over her belly, Cynder sighed and propped herself on her foreleg while she reclined. "I don't understand how dragons can keep having sex with others while having a mate. What's the point of mateship then?"

Ember's creeping lusts were shoved aside at the sudden gravity of that question, forcing her addled mind to piece together a coherent response. "It's...uh...it's...how do I explain...um..." Rubbing her muzzle, she screwed up her face with concentration, trying to fight the haze of lust battling for dominance. "What can I use for an example... Uh, well, it's...it's like going home, versus going to favorite spots or new places. Having a mate is like coming home. You belong there, it's comfortable, familiar...might be stressful but it's home, you know? And having sex with friends is like going out to your favorite place or seeing a new sight. It's a thrill, it's something new and different and fun. But at the end of the day you're glad to come home. That's...kinda the best I can put it. It's not cheating or replacing, it's just...different."

"But I still don't get it."

"Mateship works a bit weirdly for us dragons, yeah. When two lovers reciprocate their love for each other, it...sorta creates a soul bond, I guess. I dunno. That's the best I've heard it put...but it's true. I mean, I was having sex for a few years before Flame and I really fell for each other, but while it was all fun, and I've had more pleasurable guys than Flame is... Flame is just...right. It's a deep feeling. And it didn't start until we shared our love. Our sex until then was just like having sex with friends. Not that it isn't fun, but it doesn't have that deep, satisfying connection. I think it has to do with our souls being connected to the planet like they are? Iunno. It's been romanticized in so many novels it's hard to tell what's true or not, but it works. As long as that love is mutually reciprocated, that bond and satisfaction holds pretty true. So while someone might fuck me way better than Flame can, and it's really fun, at the end of the day being with Flame just gives that... 'right' feeling that other flings don't."

That definition did click a little bit for the black dragoness. Once she and Spyro had confessed their feeling for each other and started having sex, she'd felt that rightness in her core. "Is that why Spyro and I feel so strongly for each other?"

"Could be? But I mean, what works for you works for you, y'know? But have you thought about trying it with others?"

"The thought has...crossed my mind a few times, yeah. But I still think I'd be more comfortable if Spyro and I set that boundary first. We haven't really talked it over yet."

"Definitely do that. I think you could use the playtime when he's away." There was a hopeful tone in her voice that made Cynder a little hesitant to answer.

"I'll think about it."

"It's definitely fun and helpful," she continued, as if trying to solidify her case. "Sometimes it's nice to have a friend just casually mount you and slide his dick right up into you. Or, just duck under their workspace and love on their balls and sheath to tease them. Or even get it on with their girlfriend to rile them up, eat her out or get some tribbing where he can see it. Tends to make the boys cum harder, hehe."

Unbidden images and fantasies started flooding Cynder's head...and she found herself not quite dismissing them either. "What's tribbing?"

Ember wiggled at the idea and giggled to herself. "Rubbing pussies together! It's great! Especially when you get it juuuust right so your labia are rubbing between each other and against each others' clits!"

"Clits?"

Ember's smile faded a bit. "You don't know?"

"I mean, no? Only sex ed I had was from experimenting with Spyro, other than the Guardians telling us that if Spyro kept cumming in me I'd get pregnant and we should keep our sex private."

"Oh those old prudes..." Turning her back half around and lifting her tail, she grinned and brought a paw up to point at herself, still gaping a bit and leaking profusely from the toy. Cynder couldn't tear her eyes away from the lewd sight, a rush of arousal spiking through her core. "Your clit is this little button here!" she indicated. Hers was very swollen and prominent now, looking like a small penis tip at the apex of her slit. "The one that feels amazing when touched!"

Fighting an urge to lean in and lick at Ember's sex, Cynder bit her lip. Maybe she could let Ember sit on her lap and grind their nethers together while rubbing her belly- No, Spyro's input first. But she did definitely want to try it at least, if her mate was amenable to it.

Picking up her toy again, Ember sighed to herself. "I...think I'm gonna go fuck myself silly with this outside."

"Alright. Probably best for the mess too, you've already left quite the trail."

"Yeah...I'll clean it up, I just...need to stop making it first."

"We have an outdoor cooking area on the surface if you want to try cold stone on your belly, that helped me just before I get pregnant. But yeah. There's a lounge couch and a bed in the guest room."

"Thanks. I'll uh...be back."

"If you need a bigger one there's a mushroom patch not too far from here either!"

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Long colorful banners lazily flicked and swayed and slithered in the breeze blowing in from the dam across Warfang, Spyro sighing to himself as he stood on the elevated terraces of the upper city and gazed out over the hustle and bustle below. The purple dragon was bored, waiting for Flame to finish his price hunting before the midday governor inspections of the market street. Why they insisted on thrice-daily market inspections, he had no idea, but it was Warfang tradition and who was he to question it? Glancing back again at the cart of carcasses frozen in ice, he glanced up at the ruinous remains of a tower that had fallen victim to the siege weapon blasts during the war. A banner swaying in his peripheral made him flinch with a flash of imagination, seeing the clawed hand of the Golem swinging out from behind obstructions to grab at him. An occasional glance at an archway from a nearby veranda, he could've sworn he saw a glimpse of a glowing red eye leering at him. Huge crumbled stone cube bricks reminded him of the vicious rubble arm that had almost squashed him and his mate several times in that hectic, stressful battle.

Every visit to Warfang was like this.

Why that particular battle had him so rattled, he didn't know.

Maybe it had to do with the corpse still lying in the main roadway of the city, long cold and reduced to mere stone and whatever other material comprised its body. Part of it was already cut up and being carted away, with various factions of opinions waging verbal war daily in the immediate vicinity. Some wanted to leave the body and set up a small open museum dedicated to the war and to Spyro, others wanted to recycle its body into a smaller statue to symbolize the war effort and commemorate their salvation, others wanted to recycle its remains into city repairs as a showcase of Warfang's strength, and others still simply wanted it gone for fear of residual black magic. The city council had already decided to section it off and cart the pieces away to be dealt with later when appropriations were finalized, so that they could continue their structural repairs for the rest of the city. Already, the rubble that had comprised its replacement arm had been carted back up to the general locations it had come from, covered in hide tarps for now until the restructuring could be completed. Spyro just wanted the damn thing gone and done away with, he didn't care for a statue to be made of it or to have its corpse persist in a public space. But, as a non-resident, he couldn't really cast that vote, even as their savior.

There came a loud, long horn note. Spyro knew that sound. Cynder had blown that horn to open gates that stood in their way, back then. It had been a call to arms, a sound of victory amid the clamor of the siege, and now it announced midday and the coming of the governor for his noon inspections of market stalls. Spyro knew those streets. He and Cynder had cleared them years ago during the battle, on their way to the gates. The hustle and bustle shifted below as everyone moved off the main street and packed themselves into the side alleys. Colorful awnings, banners, lighting ropes and poles, and all manner of other decor made the rebuilding ruins of the city that much more lively.

"Yo!" Flame called from nearby, limping and panting. Finally catching back up to Spyro, he had to pause to catch his breath. "Shit, why'd we have to park it way up here..."

"You know why. I can't afford to be sending all the females into heat like I did back there."

"Yeah but still...whew...hell of a climb...c'mon, we've gotta get these down to the street so we don't wait as long for lines after the inspections."

"You could've flown up here."

Flame held up his left front paw and his wing, showing off developing nasty bruises. "Last stop I was at, the awning snapped and the rope tensions made it smack me hard. Can't exactly fly when the bruise makes your wing stitch up."

With an exasperated huff, Spyro sat back, ignoring Flame's immediate eyeing of his exposed sheath and balls as he breathed an Earth Shot onto his paws and held the energy there, crystallizing it into a gem shard. Focusing his elements tightly, he then blasted it with Convexity and forced the energy into forming a Health crystal. The gem turned a brilliant red color and he tossed it at Flame, the red drake gasping at the healing rush that focused itself on his bruises. Testing his paw and flexing his wing, he turned to Spyro with jaw agape. "You can do that?!"

"Yeah, but that's the best I can do it, I can't make it any larger without it destabilizing. It takes a lot of focus just to make a shard."

"Still that's fucking awesome!!"

"Let's get these iced carcasses down to the market street before the inspections are up," Spyro suggested with forcible pronunciation.

"Yeah yeah." Despite his tone, Flame seemed to have quite the motivation to get the cart down to the main street. It made the purple dragon wonder what he was up to. Passing under another large banner that was waving in the wind, Spyro flinched when it made a sharp movement, a split-second mental image of the Golem's huge clawed hand reaching out at him. Flame gave him a sidelong look but didn't say anything. When they got to the archway that led to the main road, however, they found that it had been used as a gathering point for everyone vacating the lanes, so it was quite congested. And...there were a lot of female dragons. "Tell ya what," Flame whispered. "I'll sell these, meet me here in an hour or so and we'll split the coin, then you can nab what you need. Already got it scoped. Right past this arch, first stall on the right, the 'ness there sells calymara."

"Sounds good...thanks."

"Lookin' for anything else for her?"

Spyro grimaced internally when he saw some of the femmes ahead of himself shifting their hinds. He could smell them getting aroused. Whatever this pheromone stuff was, it had no chill. "Uh...I dunno, I was hoping to browse and see what catches my eye but...yeah. It's already happening," he whispered back.

"Get going! Lemme know if you think of anything when we meet up."

Heading back up the gently sloped, zigzagging road and weaving between the pieces of fallen building that had yet to be cleared up, Spyro finally found an empty veranda to chill at. With a loud grumble he flopped on his side and glared at his shaft peeking halfway out of his sheath. Closing his eyes, he tried to will it away, but his penis had a mind of its own, quickly stiffening to full mast now that he was relaxing. That smell of female lust, even if slight, had been enough to get his loins going. This was bad. How was he supposed to go shopping for food anymore if he was going to send girls around himself into a lustful haze...or even a heat frenzy? Then he started wondering just how young was the lowest threshold for reaction...he winced at the thought of making young girls needy. That would be all kinds of wrong. But, then again, if this really was some sort of magic power from Malefor...it was right up the evil one's alley to do that. Corrupt them young, get them dependent.

...Would his own kids be safe?

His heart sank to his gut at that.

But...then again, hadn't one of the Guardians mentioned that a Patriarch in the past had learned to control his pheromones?

He needed answers, now, before his next shopping run turned Warfang into an orgy. If he needed to learn to control it, he needed to start as soon as possible. Just like everything else about this situation. And if he was making nearby females lustful...someone was bound to notice the pattern of his presence and a resulting mass need. If they hadn't already...now that it was brought to his attention, how long ago had this started, how many girls had he started enticing with his presence when he went somewhere for rebuilding or other needs?

Burying his face in his paws, Spyro heaved heavily. He wanted to cry again. There were so many unknowns, possibilities, nuances, dark paths to mentally stray down, and he couldn't filter any of it out until this uncertainty was finally met with concrete answers. It was kind of nice to get out and see others, but was it even right of him to do so if it was going to send females into a needful lust just by being in his general area?

The hour couldn't go fast enough.

At long last though, the shadow angles around him showed it was time to get moving once more. He cautiously wound his way down, trying to avoid line of sight for now, and made it to the archway without incident. Flame was there waiting and counting out their profit. "Hey, took ya long enough," he muttered, then slid his paw down to halve the coin pile and slide it into a drawstring bag. "Here, got about two fifty total for that haul."

"That's pretty damn good."

"Yeah, they appreciated the ice preservation." Standing up and stretching, rolling his back, he looked out at the street with a grin. "Gonna go get Ember somethin', meet me back here when you're ready."

Rounding the corner, the purple dragon spotted the spice stall. A pleasant aroma of all sorts of combined scents was wafting out. Spicy, sweet, fruity, astringent, hot, minty, warm, cold, even smells that could only be described as "tingly". Quite the array of powders, extracts, and both fresh and dried varieties. The proprietor was a young teenage dragoness, probably just into her teens. Spyro cringed. Was this some sort of divine test of his fears of the threshold for his scent? "Hi!" she chirped. "How can I help?" She pranced up to her front counter and stood up with her front paws braced on it, tail wagging eagerly. "Oh! Sir Spyro! What an honor!"

"Uh...just Spyro, please. I need some calymara spice?"

"Sure!" she squeaked, darting to a back shelf and snatching up some leather pouches. "How many ya need??"

"How much is it to a bag?"

"Twenty!"

"Seems a bit steep..."

"Yeah, but calymara's been harder to source with the fractures. Sorry about that. Mom an' dad've been flying all over trying to find a better source that isn't wilting. It can't be grown in a garden, gotta be wild."

His heartstrings twanged at that and he sighed with internal debate. On the one paw, he wanted to buy their stock to help them financially, but on the other, he and Cynder needed the leftover money for getting ready for six kids. The final compromise was "Two bags for now."

"Alright!" He counted out forty coins and she handed over two leather bags. "Anything else?"

Giving a louder nasal sigh of consideration, his eyes roamed the various products and labels, squinting at the ones in the back and the harder to read labels of the hanging bunches of dried herbs. "Know what...what's that price there, on the... uh..." She moved over and pointed up with her wing. "Not that one, a little forward and right. Yeah, that one. It looks familiar but I can't remember the name."

"Takalki demanara," she replied. "The Atllawas use it a lot at Tall Plains! It's a hot spicy leaf, you steep it in broth or grind it up and add tiny pinches!"

"How much for a bundle of that?"

"A bundle is five long leaves, ten total!"

"Yeah, I'll take one bundle." Ten coins and it was his, with a free small fabric pouch. She wasn't giving off any arousal smell with him lingering, though maybe it was because of her herbal surroundings? No, pheromones should've worked regardless of smells...right? Maybe she was still too young. Still, herbs or age, it made him relax a bit inside. At least one factor was nullifying his presence for her. That was good. There was some hope. "By the way, how old are you? You seem a bit young to be running this by yourself."

"I get that all the time! I'm already twelve!" The same age he'd been when he started on his journey and met Ignitus. "I live here, shopkeeps and guards know me, so if I get any trouble I just yell out and half the market comes running!"

He couldn't help an amused grin at that. "Alright. I'll keep an eye out for calymara if I go traveling again."

"Thanks! And thanks for stopping by! Tell Cynder she's my idol!!" She was blushing and wagging at that, almost enough to knock over some stuff near her. With a nod and smile, he padded off to continue his browsing. A flutter in his chest kept his grin persisting. A young girl looked up to Cynder? That would definitely make his mate happy. He couldn't wait to get back home now.

"Look! It's Spyro!"

"Ancestors, he's so dreamy..."

"His balls are so huge! What a stud!"

"Cynder's so damn lucky!"

"Haven't seen her in ages, where even is she?"

"Hey go talk to him!"

Yeah...he definitely couldn't wait to get back home now. Looking for a distraction to discourage any potential approaches, he ducked into a nearby alley where some more stalls were taking advantage of the shade to provide shaved ice treats, and got himself a cheap little cone to lick at, holding it tight with his wingthumb. It was hard for a quadrupedal dragon to hold something and walk, after all. A thick-walled paper "double eyelet", a figure 8 with the circles perpendicular to each other, served as the perfect carrier for such things to be held with a wingthumb. Except in Cynder's case with blades there. Licking at the sweet confection of tiny ice chunks, he kept browsing, trying to ignore the hushed whispers and intense stares around him or the occasional individual hurriedly ducking aside to make way for him. Part of him hoped he wasn't coming across as being haughty with his pointed ignorance, but he was low-key observing to see if just walking past was enough to arouse girls with his scent. Unfortunately, it was hard to tell if it was just general lust for a legend, or a result of his physical presence.

Near the end of the market stalls he found a very interesting pillow set. A purple pillow with gold filigree stitching in various elemental sigil patterns, and a black pillow with Cynder's shoulder marking in thick silvery thread. The Cheetah in the shop waved at him excitedly when she realized he was eyeing that set. "Well here's a sight I never thought! Sir Spyro!"

"Just Spyro, please."

"Oh no, sir, I must address you as a hero! Please, take the set, free of charge!"

"I can't accept it for free! That's gotta be quite a time investment for those designs!"

"No sir, I insist! A gift in thanks!"

Shaking his head, Spyro opened his coin bag. "How much is it normally? I can't walk away with a free gift like this, Cynder would tan my hide." It was a half-lie, but it worked.

"Oh dear! It's ten to a pillow, so-"

"Twenty-five. Cynder would want to say thanks for the positive view."

She gaped as she held the coins. "Oh my...thank you so much sir!"

"That was awkward as heck," Spyro mumbled to himself after getting some distance. His purchases were held in a larger cloth bag, which she had insisted on as part of the pillow purchase but he still felt bad accepting since that was potential profit loss for her anyway. Quickly heading back to the arch, he found Flame putting on smug airs with another dragoness, a stormy blue girl with electric blue wingskins and silvery horns.

"Hey Spyro!" he called, then nosed at the girl, getting a giggle and swat. "I gotta head out, Amaranth. I'll let Ember know."

"You do that." With a nervous, quick nod to Spyro, she slipped past, but he could feel her eyes on him keenly as she looked back over her shoulder to gawk at him.

"Think I've got everything I need."

"Same," Flame replied. His bag was strapped to a cash belt around his neck, resting on his shoulders. "Gonna be a long haul, might wanna tarp that bag in case it rains." He pulled out a thin hide bag, big enough to hold Spyro's purchases, and they maneuvered the cloth bag into it. "I'll need that back when we get there."

"Sure." With the bag's drawstring cinched and then affixed around his neck, they headed up to a higher street and took off at one of the landing circles. Spyro didn't tell Flame, but the big gash that had cut off half the circle was from his fight with the Golem. Even with the takeoff, he flinched again when he looked back at the damage and then looked forward again, the movement bringing back a memory of the exact same motion and seeing the Golem rearing back to swat at him. After passing the outer walls, and getting some distance across the plains around the city, Flame finally spoke up.

"You okay?"

"What?"

"You okay back there dude? Looked like you had some kinda PTSD."

He took longer than he intended to mull over an answer to that question. "Yeah...kinda... Seeing all the destruction still there, and certain spots or motions or tight areas...it...brings stuff back that I want to forget."

"That bad?"

His chest pulled at him. "Yeah...I almost lost Cynder several times in that fight. I don't know why but...that Golem fight...everything else we've fought against but that was the scariest thing I've gone through."

Their flight was fairly quiet after that, just enjoying the scenery slipping by under them until evening started getting dark and heavy with encroaching rain. Lucky for them, there was a trade road to Warfang not too far from where they were, and along it was a large shelter building for caravans. It was very simple, just some poles and a ceiling overhead to cover, but it was quite solid construction and had been there for only the Ancestors knew how long. It was also just tall enough that they could safely get a campfire going without smoking themselves out, so they grabbed some tinder just before the rain arrived and got a cozy blaze going.

"Hey Spyro...I gotta ask. Have you ever done anal sex with Cynder?"

A bit of a blush darkened his facial scales. "Yeah, I tried it with her shortly after the Matron left us. Why?"

Flame smirked. "Curious about sex with males, perhaps? It's the same thing really."

Spyro was about to object, but...it did make sense. And he couldn't deny that he had very much enjoyed his mate's tailhole. "You're gonna hint at something, so...what is it?"

"If you want, I'd be more than happy to help you with that curiosity, if you have it I mean." He rubbed his neck and looked away nervously. "I just...well. It's a bit awkward seeing you so needy and I...wanna help, maybe. But if you're not comfortable with it, s'okay. Just putting the option on the table is all."

Looking Flame over, Spyro couldn't stop the flood of mental images suddenly spamming his inner eye. Cynder had said anal felt amazing, and Flame had also implied it. Now that the floodgates were open...he couldn't deny a trickle of curiosity was seeping through him. "S-so...you've...you've been with other males?"

"Heck yeah!" came the eager reply, wings flaring. "Only thing that comes close to the pleasure of Ember on my dick is getting mounted!" He was already hard at the idea, his tail lifted up a tad. "Not gonna lie, I love hanging out with Ember's guy friends when she's in heat. I love feeling them cum in me!"

What could only be described as a "why boner" made Spyro glance down to find himself raging hard and drooling pre. His chest felt fluttery just like when he and Cynder had first started experimenting with having sex. Why did he feel like this? The mental image of getting mounted didn't appeal to him at all, but...mounting another like Flame...the thought sent another jittery race through him and he gulped as his shaft pulsed and spat a glob of pre. Flame smirked.

"Guess you're having trouble with the 'breeder' thing there."

"It's not confirmed yet."

"Maybe not but look at that monster!" He turned a bit and lifted his leg to show off his own dick and balls. "Spyro, be real, _I'm_considered the upper range of the average. I'm 'big' compared to other guys. Yours is...just...wow... you can't tell me that alone doesn't confirm it."

"Could just be an aftereffect of being purple though. I mean, it's not like we have records of Malefor's parts, or any purples before him."

"That-" Flame's eyes widened and he dropped his leg. "Huh...wait, there were purple dragons before him? That doesn't sound right...wasn't he the first?"

Shrugging with his wings, Spyro rolled his head with his eyes. "No fuckin' clue. Ignitus told me a purple is born every ten generations, yet Malefor was 'the first' according to so many, but he was just before me so...how can anyone say it was 'ten generations' if there were only two of us?" He felt his erection waning as he explained. "But...when Cynder and I fought him in the Core...a bunch of purple-colored dragon spirits came up and yanked him in. That's what killed him. It wasn't either of us, per say. We both weakened him but the others finished him off. I don't know if they were just regular spirits...or if they were former purples like me. But...the Core was a giant purple crystal. And when he was pulled in...he was gone. No body left. I...think maybe the Core is powered by purples, or is where we get our power maybe. It's a lot of unknowns. But one other thing I've noticed is that a lot of dragons with higher elemental affinity have...bigger balls, at least, not that I actively look but it's hard to miss when everyone's trying to hoist a fallen tree or something. Judging by that, our bodies run on ether so...kind of stands to reason that higher affinity might manifest physically like that sometimes?"

"Could be, but whatever the case is, dude, you are packing. Cynder's fuckin' lucky. How far can she take you?"

"Uh...what?"

Flame shook his head and laughed. "You can't be that dense. How much of your dick can your mate take?"

"All of it."

Flame's laugh died to a flatline surprised look. "You're not serious."

"Why would I lie about it? I don't know what's normal or not."

Flame's eyes went so wide Spyro thought they might roll out of his skull. "Holy shit, she takes all of that?! Gotta be anal, there's no way..."

"No? We only did anal the one time and I could only get halfway in."

Flame's penis was throbbing against his chest so hard it was smacking his scales with his breath. "And...when you cum...?"

A fierce blush was forming on Spyro's face at this interrogation. "She takes it all. Why?"

"Duuuuuuuude..." Flame huffed. "There's no fuckin' way...you're kidding...I'm sorry, I gotta be real, I _have_to see that, how in the world is that even possible?!" His hips were jerking slightly, grinding his tip against the plates of his belly and smearing his pre on himself. Whether he was imagining Spyro under his tail, masturbating himself, or didn't even realize he was bucking, Spyro had no clue.

"I...guess Cynder wouldn't mind an audience, she definitely doesn't mind the Guardians seeing us mate when they come looking for me."

"We should have a double-date after Ember's consultation! Dinner and then sex after! It'd be so great!"

The idea certainly did have merit, though Spyro didn't know Cynder and Ember were acquainted yet. He hoped she wouldn't find these two irritating or something. The thought of fucking Cynder while Flame and Ember went at each other too had his dragonhood pulsing and flagging against his belly too.

"You gonna do anything about that?"

"Huh?"

"Gonna stroke that off? Or just try to let it fade off?"

"It'll go away on its own."

The red dragon smirked playfully. "Or we could see who cums farther." At Spyro's incredulous look he added "C'mon. Harmless fun! We can sit at the edge and shoot it out into the rain!"

Normally, Spyro would have scoffed at that and probably decided it was time to sleep.

But be it his needs and separation from Cynder, or his possible breeder side becoming more dominant, his usual inhibitions were very weak, along with his growing curiosity about the more casual side of dragon sexuality.

"What the fuck, why not."

Situating themselves at the side of the shelter downwind of the rain, the two males started stroking themselves with their paws. Flame was already quite into it, but Spyro had those butterflies of embarrassment in his gut, and a bit of shame and guilt, but also an unusual level of excitement for something against his norm. As his paw glided over his fleshy barbs and made them send tingles of ecstasy down his prick and into his core, lubing himself with his thick pre dribbling down, his thoughts strayed to Cynder again. A myriad of memory images flooded his head, ranging from her luscious ruby peach to her sexy pregnant belly, her beautiful eyes lidded and lustful, her sweet moans of bliss under him...he could almost imagine it was her paw rubbing him. Flame groaned, breaking the illusion, but a sideglance showed Flame was in his own little world, one paw cupping his orbs and the other wetly working his rod. Huffing and panting, his hips were squirming and starting to buck against his own touch. Spyro cou;dn't stop stealing glances askance, that unusual jittery excitement welling up inside him and making his pulse race with adrenaline just like his first exploratory moments where Cynder had let him get close to her private area.

Flame was the first to pop with a lewd, low and long groan, panting in time with his loins contracting and his tail flagging behind him as stream after stream of cloudy white essence leapt from his tip. He pulled his paw away and humped freely at the air, forgetting about distance and just flinging white strands all over the grass with his pole swinging and jerking. The sight sent an incredible rip of arousal through the purple dragon by him, Spyro groaning out and then gritting his teeth, stroking himself faster, then roaring out as release overtook him. Flame opened his bleary eyes just in time to watch a thick rope of sticky pearlescent cream rocket from Spyro's tip and arc out over the grass into the rain, following quickly by another, and another, and another. Spyro huffed and panted as his orgasm kept going, jet after jet of rich essence flinging out with successively less force, until at long last it was just a steady slow dribble of goopy seed draining from his length. Flame sat with wide eyes, marveling at the sheer volume and distance, hard as a rock again from the display.

"Dear Ancestors!" he whispered in awe.

"Don't profane them like that..." Spyro mumbled in his post-climax haze. "Wow...that was...intense..."

"Duuuuude...does Cynder actually feel that in her? That force! That's gotta feel like some kinda hose going inside her!"

"I just know she loves it, that's all I need." His member was softening quickly and pulling back into his sheath.

"Well fuck dude, you definitely won, I can't even cum close to that distance."

"Ha ha, funny pun, I'm gonna lie down." He did just that, laying down by the fire and staring into the embers while his mind started to drift off. Behind him he could hear Flame jerking off again, but now he was too blissed out in afterglow to pay attention or care.

As awkward as he felt about it...he had to admit, he had definitely needed the release, and it was nice to have someone supportive of it.