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Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse

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CHAPTER 21

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"Flame owes us that dinner at Warfang, Ember needs to gather her stuff and they've gotta get moved in...and you apparently have that spot to show me." Cynder smirked and nuzzled at her mate while they sat outside on the Temple balcony. "But...well, the Matrons wanted you to be here to break it to him."

"Break what to him?" Spyro asked, but then it clicked soon as he asked. "Wait, none of you told Flame he got you pregnant?!"

"No!" she giggled. "But there's a reason for it...and Ember wants to wait until we get back to Warfang." She wiggled with a sly look but a shy blush. "Y'see...that 'Stud of Warfang' title is on the line. Ember knows a few she can pull some strings with to get us a good dinner for a good price, but she also wants to...surprise him with a small party. So we're gonna wait until the Warfang dinner outing to tell him, when he's there with his friends to hear the news as well."

"I see. You girls are devils, you know that? Poor guy's wondering and waiting on news his balls are still good and you're holding out on him."

"Well...if the Matrons are right...he miiiight have also gotten Ember even more pregnant." At his confused look, she tittered to herself and licked his chin. "They told me this morning when I went for another round of tests. Ember has four eggs, right? But now that they're getting big enough to measure, two of them are equally smaller, but apparently have live babies inside. And the delay in their growth seems to match the delay from Flame abstaining from sex with Ember while he recovered from that long romp where you got her pregnant and he toyed with me for a while. Their ether colors on the pads are also different. The two you gave her have a different color scheme from their smaller siblings."

"Wait so...but how's that possible, is Ember suddenly a Matriarch too?"

"No, but it's happened before a few times in the records. Late eggs being released with a very intense heat, or somehow avoiding fertilization. Which brings up a whole slew of questions about what happens to your cum when it's been in our bellies for a while. That was one of the tests, since I had so much of your cum in me..." She blushed at that and his cheeks went red with the implication.

"So you basically smuggled days-old cum to the old ladies."

"You don't have to put it that way!" she laughed, getting embarrassed by that of all things.

"My cum makes scales soft, instantly impregnates girls and settles heat symptoms, apparently tastes great, and my mate is smuggling it!"

"Nooo!" she squealed, falling over laughing. He took the chance to pounce her and started tickling her, the black dragoness squawking with laughter and squirming to get away.

"Tell me who's buying!"

"Noooohohohoo! ACK! No staaahhp!" she wailed out, flailing against him, but his paws were all over her, claws tickling at her most sensitive ticklish spots. Breaking free, she darted away, stumbling and laughing, Spyro catching up and pouncing her, catching her in a tight hug as he rolled aside and cocooned her in his limbs and wings.

"Rawr!"

"Raaagh!" she groaned as she struggled against his grip, but his paws were getting much more sensually feely, rubbing her just right to get her arousal spiking almost instantly.

"Rawr~" he growled, nipping at her neck and making her shiver.

"Rerrrrrr..." she growled back, gritting her teeth in a last defiance against him exciting her like this.

"Rerr~" he growled back with a deeper, lusty tone.

"Rrrrrrerrrr..." she churred, humping lightly against his sheath, feeling his tip poking at her slit, already dripping with fluids and ready to go.

"Rrrr..." he churred back, then caught her shoulder with a strong bite that made her go limp against him and buck her hips back to take his tip on instinct, the black dragoness eagerly helpless against her mate's insistent libido. Within moments he was fully hard and thrusting up into her, prodding her cervix open and then slipping completely into her body where he belonged, earning a deep moan of satisfaction from her. Playfully chewing on her shoulder, he grinned against her scales, rubbing her belly with one paw and her back with the other while rolling his hips against hers.

"Spyro..." she whispered, trailing off into a lustful breathy moan. "Yes...m-more..."

Hugging her tight to his chest, feeling her purring rumbling, he wrapped his legs around hers and used them to pull her down into his gyrating thrusts, arching his back off the ground for leverage and rocking her inside the tent of his wings. She pawed and scraped at him, mouthing inarticulately as pleasure assaulted her core and left her wordlessly babbling for more. Just like her earliest months of pregnancy before, she was quick to melt into the ecstasy. Keeping her firmly in his jaw's grip, the Patriarch male bred his Matriarch, slowly, sensually, deeply, making sure to keep hitting as many of her pleasure spots as he could. It wasn't long before she quaked and gasped for breath over him, her body squirming and jerking and her legs flailing weakly as she came hard, her insides rippling around his malehood and gushing all over his lap with thick spurts of her heady nectar, making quite the puddle under him. He didn't care, splashing his hips against the ground as he kept humping into her depths. He couldn't see her face, but from the vocalizations, he could imagine her eyes were rolled back and her tongue was hanging from her gaping mouth as she panted and squealed in utter bliss. The way her paws kept lightly stroking and pawing at his neck and shoulders and chest, it was almost certain that was her reaction.

Finally, though, he couldn't hold off any longer, pulling her hard down onto his lap and making her cry out in orgasmic paradise, his balls pulling up under her tail against his sheath and his lengthy member pulsing and throbbing, then rhythmically lurching with each strong rope jetting against the walls of her womb and adding to the pool of seed already contained in her body. Cynder gurgled and flopped over him, going fully limp and basking in the intense afterglow sensation of her beloved claiming her body yet again and swelling her belly so deliciously. His paws roamed that growing orb of her red scales, stimulating her further with the unusually pleasant touch only present when she was so encumbered. Letting go of her shoulder, he kissed and licked at the bruising divots in her scales, then let his head flop back to side-eye at her blissful expression, her eyes glassed over with a thousand-yard stare while her mind vacationed on cloud nine for a short bit.

After some time recovering in the sunlight, she shifted and nosed at him, drunk on pleasure and love, licking and nuzzling at him while he kept kneading her body wherever he could reach. The sticky mess between them was getting a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for them to care yet. Eventually she mustered the strength to properly sit upright, purring down at her mate and lightly bouncing her hips on his,enjoying the feel of his softening cock still gently stretching her pussy. He smiled up at her and she leaned in to press foreheads together, the two closing heir eyes and just resting like that for another good while, basking in each others' loving presence. His paws found hers on his chest and held her, toes locking together, her tail twining a few times around his.

"I love you..." she finally whispered.

"I love you," he whispered back, trailing his paws up along her forelegs to rub her shoulders. When she pulled back to sit up on him more fully, showing off that cummy globe of her middle for him to admire. He could feel his softening cock somewhat flopped over inside that mess, gradually sliding against one of her eggs as it made its exit from her depths. "You look amazing so full of life like this."

"I feel amazing," she affirmed, purring happily. "It's so weird to look back on my bratty past and see where I am after all that."

"Yeah, you were kind of a brat, not wholly your fault though." His paws rubbed her belly again, lightly squishing that roundness of cream. "At least now you can be this happy. That's all I wanted."

"But you want more now," she added with a smirk.

"Ancestors, yes...I want a family with you, I want to be a father, I want to see you blissed out on my cock every day...I want you to be full of eggs and cum every day, I love how you smile when you're this full..."

She shivered atop him with an excited squeal in her throat. "Gaaaah, Spyro, you have no idea how hot and sexy it is to hear you say that..." she cooed, clenching so hard on his shaft he started erecting into her again. "I hope you make more eggs in me right now like Flame did to Ember..."

"Gonna be a lot to look after though."

"Yeah..." She sighed softly, pausing her humping gyrations. "I really think, at least for the first few years, we're gonna have to give up our eggs for adoption. If I keep having huge clutches like this...it'll at least speed up the recovery."

"Yeah...probably best to do that. Not much different from us being war orphans at the Temple in a communal nest or what other dragon villages do with their communal nests."

Still swirling her hips lightly against his lap, grinding her labial scales against his sheath, she purred lightly in pleasure. "One more in me?"

His paws fell to her hips and he started thrusting lightly, bouncing her on his lap, grinning as she leaned her head back to moan unashamed to the sky. A chilly winter wind whipped past the Temple balcony and they both shivered. "It's getting pretty nippy out here."

"I know...but I don't wanna ruin this moment and have to move..." she whined, bouncing more firmly atop him. "Your penis feels too good to stop now..."

"Out in the open here? Really?"

They both jolted and Cynder whipped her long neck around to see Flame smirking at them. "Yeah, what about it?" Cynder asked, challenging him by lifting herself up to show quite a bit of Spyro's generous length, then smacking her butt down on his lap and sheathing it handily into her body again, biting back another lewd moan of pleasured bliss.

"Careful or his balls'll freeze off in this wind."

"That's what my tail is for," she replied, coiling it dextrously around his sizeable nuts, Spyro gritting his teeth at the added stimulation.

"Point enough."

"Hey Flame," she started, then squeaked with Spyro teased her clit with a claw. "Mmph! Spyro you ass! Flame, Ember was...ooohhh...asking us when we're good for that Warfang dinner...leave tomorrow?"

"Huh?" He canted his head in confusion, then his eyes went wide. "Oh right! That thing I owe ya! Yeah, I got nothin', question is you two with the eggs 'n all."

"Yeah we're...we're goooood~" she drawled out as she fought back a climax spiking up in her core. "Oooohhh yes..."

Spyro grinned at her, purring softly. It was a bit embarrassing for him to be caught balls-deep in his mate like this, but it also felt oddly nice that they could be so casual about it. "Yeah, we'll be ready to set out tomorrow. Gonna have to run it by the Matrons for any advice though."

"Yeah. Alright, I'll go let her know." He started walking past, but Cynder caught sight of his raging erection.

"Wanna take care of that?" she asked.

"How?" both the boys asked in unison. Cynder wiggled her tail and licked her lips as a subtle hint. Flame smirked and shrugged. "Very tempting, but I'm probably gonna have to... 'motivate' my sister to get moving."

She gave him a pout, but couldn't hold it for more than a few seconds before she arched back and shuddered with another low moan, fountaining all over her purple lover's belly and crotch. She leaned back to hump her shivering hips on him, the motions making a few of her spurts drench his face. Spyro groaned with sheer arousal and lurched up off the balcony floor nearly hard enough to buck her off his lap, his paws clamping her thighs down to his, and he held her up in the air with his arched back and his straining legs, his tail flicking as he ejaculated in her once again. Feeling those powerful throbs in her core made the black-scaled girl squeal with glee, her belly slowly rounding even more until she hit her limit and it started leaking out around him to gush and puddle all over the floor. Panting heavily, they both collapsed into a snuggle for a few minutes to relax in afterglow, absently nuzzling and licking at each other. Finally lifting her head up, she caught his gaze and rested her nose against his, and they just laid there in their own mess staring lovingly at each other for what felt like an eternity.

"I think...all this waiting has helped," she whispered, laying her paws on his chest. "The more time I've had to think about all this crap going on...the more I think we're ready to tackle it. We can do this."

Spyro smiled back and kissed her. "That's good to hear...I was really worried about how it would affect you."

"It's...annoying, and probably gonna be exhausting...but I mean, I get to have sex with you whenever I want and no one can say otherwise. What other couple can say that? Not even kings or queens can do that apparently."

"If you can call those couples most of the time."

"Yeah, true." Slowly pulling herself off his wonderful shaft, she moaned softly as his ridges and barbs stroked her passage, then with a wet lewd noise they separated. Spyro used his usual water trick to clean themselves and the floor as he rolled to his feet, Cynder shivering at the cold touch of the water in the wintry air, then he breathed fire over both of them. Giving him an appreciative lick, she darted back into the Temple to check on her eggs hidden in a corner of the Pool of Visions chamber, out of sight behind some mossy growth. They were still plenty warm in their incubator, their mother gently nosing each of them in turn. She sighed softly to herself, playing back those sights of seeing their ether patterns on the crystal screens. She couldn't wait to see them for real...soon, hopefully.

Part of her wanted their first clutch to be the first of the new generation, and not potentially wait for some untold time later. She wanted them to be the older siblings the other adopted eggs might be able to look up to.

That was such a strange concept to her...siblings, being older or younger. It felt alien, but it was something she'd found herself wanting when her life with Spyro had started normalizing after their world-saving antics. Seeing families interacting made her realize just how much of an oddball she was...how much she and Spyro both were, given their histories.

It made her doubt she could even properly raise them.

Now wasn't the time for such a conflict though.

Affixing the incubator to her chest, she trotted down the halls, hoping to find at least one of the Matron sisters. Not having any luck, she reunited with Spyro at the portal chamber with Flame. "She went to the Grotto?" she asked, both of them nodding.

"We just got here too, and I need to refresh my stock of...leaves..." Spyro muttered, blushing in embarrassment. Flame cocked his head.

"Leaves?"

"For his balls," Cynder replied with a toothy grin.

"Huh??"

"Herbs that're supposed to help him repress his pheromones."

"Weird...but okay. That'll definitely be helpful for the dinner outing at least. Don't need all of Warfang going into heat and rut."

The portal flight was as smooth as ever, leaving them in the sky just over the Grotto. Coming in for a landing, Cynder nosed at her eggs again, Spyro nuzzling at her. "They're fine."

"I know...I just...it's getting cold and I can't help worrying."

"We can wrap them up in little sweaters and scarves."

Cynder rolled her eyes with an amused smirk and batted him away with her wing. "Dork. I'm gonna go find the Matrons and ask them something real quick."

"Alright. I'm just gonna chill out here and wait."

Every time they visited, the place looked a little nicer and more complete. Some soft rugs of vibrant hues were gradually being laid out in the hallways, Cynder kneading on one for a few seconds and feeling the luxuriously new soft fabric against her paws. She was half tempted to roll over and wiggle around on it. It didn't take her long to find one of the sisters, the elderly dragoness reading over some sort of analysis report.

"Ah, Cynder. Come in, dear," she crooned, readjusting her crazy-thick glasses. "What brings you in today?"

"Flame and Ember want to treat us to a dinner at Warfang. It's been something Flame took on himself to owe Spyro for getting them back together."

"Oh that'll be a nice outing for sure. Do enjoy yourselves, dears. But I suspect there's a question regarding...certain after-party activity potentials."

Cynder blushed and nodded. "Is it...alright for us to have sex outside of this...um...operation going on here?"

The Matron sighed softly. "Again, I can only emphasize that you exercise caution, but we are dallying too long for comfort. I would be greatly surprised if anyone else added to the brood in your womb, but Spyro...well. It's probably going to be a good low-key start to publicizing the project, if he desires to attempt with other girls at this function. Assuming you two get to that kind of point."

"I think it's just gonna be Flame and Ember's closer friends at the dinner if it's not just us four, though we do plan to give him the news."

"That's good. I would say that if anything does advance beyond mealtime, keep it to their circle. Do enjoy yourselves. It is nearly time for us to go public with the news, so don't let the anticipation hang over your heads. What happens will happen."

As she left the chamber, she found Spyro wearing his girdle and shoulderpads. She couldn't quite directly smell his pheromones, but she could definitely tell he wasn't producing them at the moment, rather fortunate given how needy she was in her early pregnancy. "You ready?" he asked, looking her over with a small smile.

"Yeah. What, do I have something on me?"

"Just natural beauty," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "You look so sexy when you're pregnant. You glow so warmly."

Blushing and giggling, she batted him with her wing again. "Suck-up. Yeah, I'm ready, let's get going. It's gonna be a long flight."

Flame and Ember were waiting by the portal with one of the other Matron sisters, discussing something in quiet voices. "Ah, I see you are ready to leave. Are you bringing your eggs with you?"

Cynder paused at that, then glanced down at the eggs in her neck-borne incubator. "I...don't know. I don't know if I can leave them for very long, but I also don't want to risk them while we're traveling..."

"I know it's asking a lot, dear...but the safest bet would be to have them here. They still have a while until they hatch, and they will be safe with us. You won't be missing anything." Cynder was silent for a while, internally debating the idea and clearly very hesitant. "It will also be good training for offering adoption."

Looking up at her mate, Cynder bit her lip. Spyro, too, looked very apprehensive. He leaned in and nuzzled at the eggs, Cynder licking his neck. "Yeah...it might be the best idea," he whispered, nosing at her. "Think of it like a hunting excursion or...materials for a better nest. You can't carry the eggs with you when hunting or foraging. If it helps at all, we can definitely do some shopping afterwards and you can carry everything back to them."

His confidence and brainstorming was a much-needed comfort on the issue. With a heavy sigh, she nodded and carefully unclipped the incubator, holding it for a few moments and nuzzling tenderly at her brood, wishing she could feel a tiny paw tap at her through the shell or some other confirmation that her babies knew she was there. Giving the device another charge of her firebreath, she slowly handed it to the Matron and she gently took it. "This is a good first step for you, dear. Don't worry, every young mother has to go through this separation anxiety, and we'll make sure these little ones are safe and warm the whole time. You need your rest and fun, especially if you're planning to continuously get pregnant for this breeding program."

"I know...thank you."

"You're very welcome, dear. Now shoo, go have your fun!"

They took off without much further dalliance, taking to the skies and rising up on some strong thermals over the coastal ridge, the wind bearing them west to the forest and beyond. Cynder was very quiet and distant for the first hour or so, constantly glancing back at the ever-dwindling shape of the Grotto Temple and its surrounding village. Flame and Ember were quiet too, seeing she needed some time to process, and Spyro was anxiously side-eyeing her. He could feel her growing discomfort the further they got from the eggs.

"Is this...really okay?" she finally asked. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea..."

"It'll be okay," Ember reassured her, falling back to brush her wing against Cynder's. "They have no reason not to keep your eggs cared for."

"But what if someone gets in and-"

"And what? Pisses off the Terror of the Skies and the Purple Hero, the two dragons that could take down an entire kingdom army? I know you'd go to literal war against anyone who hurts your eggs." She smirked at Cynder's affirmative growl. "Come on, girl, lighten up a bit! The Matrons do this for a living, they're the most experienced ladies in the world for this stuff. Your eggs are safer and better cared for there than most girls will ever get to have."

"I...guess so..."

"Hey!" Flame barked, pointing ahead at a flock of large birds. "Trail snack time! Largest catch wins!"

"Wins what?" Spyro asked, but Flame barreled past him with a sweep of his wings and shot ahead.

"He's gonna scatter the flock and win!" Ember yipped, winging faster. Spyro and Cynder had no idea what was going on, but she gave a great shove of her wings and folded them with a spinning flourish, jetting ahead with a powerful snap of air and cleanly yanking a bird out of the sky with her jaw, snapping its neck in the process. Flame nabbed another one and Ember just barely grabbed a third. Spyro shook his head with a small grin, then sniped a fourth bird from the air with a blast of electricity, killing it instantly and then diving to catch it as it fell. Coming in for a landing on the trail from the coast to Warfang, they compared their quarry. "What's the largest catch, I mean what're the qualifications?" Ember asked.

"Well, I think Cyn won squarely," her brother groused in defeat, the black dragoness grinning around her catch's neck.

"But what did she win?" Spyro asked.

Ember rolled her eyes and huffed with a smirk. "Trail game he and his friends loved to play as kids for this sorta thing... winner of a random competition out in the wilderness, gets to call the shots for the night's...after-dark activities."

Spyro facepawed and Cynder giggled. "Is everything about sex with you two?"

"Most of the time, anyway," the red fire drake replied with a shrug. "But yeah. Winner got to tell others what to do all night. Within comfort ranges of course."

"So I can tell Spyro to mount you and make you look pregnant too with his cum."

"Well yeah, but only if he wants it."

Rubbing his neck, Spyro groaned. "Neeeehhh..."

"Yeah, I take that as a no. Let's get these birds grilled up and we can snack on them as we fly."

"Oh that'll be easy enough." Cynder shot her mate a smirk, then blew him a little gust of air and he grinned at the idea.

"Haven't done that in a while. Sure. Pluck 'em and stuff 'em, get 'em ready for the heat source."

Her idea was fairly simple - getting the carcasses on a spit and having Flame and Ember slowly rotate it, Cynder focused her Wind power on her breath and Spyro used his fire to heat the air, the two containing the heat and air flow to make a rotisserie air fryer setup. It still took a while, but was much swifter than a regular campfire, and cooked the birds much more evenly.

Soon enough they were back in the afternoon sky, idly gliding and munching on their catches. "Are we flying through some of the night or camping at dusk?" Spyro asked. "I could try to get us there much faster but I guess you'd rather have a scenic route?"

"Yeah, getting out and flying back to Warfang is a nice change of pace," Ember replied. "I'm more worried about Cynder's stamina though after being pregnant and unable to fly for long stretches earlier."

"I'm fine for now," she replied, spinning in the air with a sweep of her wings. "It's good exercise. But...I might be tired by dusk, yeah. It has been a while."

"Spyro could carry you and fuck you while he flies," Ember suggested with a toothy grin, the other couple blushing at the idea. "Although that might wear him out faster. Flight sex is tricky."

"That's...not something we've tried yet..." he admitted, Cynder sharing his glance of curiosity.

"Hey, if you two wanna try it, we can slow down a bit while you figure it out," Flame added.

"Or model for them~" his sister said with a sultry grin and a lick of her lips.

"Not right now," Cynder relented. "It's a nice evening, and I haven't been away for a while, kinda just wanna see the scenery for a bit."

"Well, she won," Flame shrugged, though he and Ember shot each other a naughty grin. Spyro rolled his eyes and did his best to tense his loins and keep himself sheathed in his girdle...though, he couldn't deny, the thought of trying aerial sex with his mate did seem very alluring for some reason.

Sunset brought a short break for them, deferring to 'the winner' to decide if they should camp or keep flying. She opted for the latter. As the sunset colors waned from gorgeous fiery tones to soft relaxing purples and blues, and then into the dark blackened blues of night speckled with silver stars and platinum moonlight, Cynder softly smiled to herself. Night had a power on her that she couldn't explain. Perhaps it was the relaxation from her earlier troubled life, perhaps it was the peace and calm, but the serene beauty of the silvery light over a blued world below brought her a deep tranquility, one she had missed for a while due to her heavy pregnancy. It felt nice to get back to nature for a bit, undisturbed as they were, just coasting on the wind. For a short while she even stopped worrying about the eggs.

Spyro gazed sidelong at his mate and smiled to himself at her expression. Periodically she'd watch the landscape below, or tilt her head up to study the constellations glimmering above. From Flame and Ember's attitude, the dinner party was sure to be quite the ruckus, so seeing her enjoying herself in the peace and quiet here was nice. The calm before the storm.

Finally, though, her endurance wore out ahead of theirs and they made a quick camp at a traveler stop, another of those tall roofed open-sided structures for dragons and caravans. No one else was around, so a small fire for warmth and some not-so-innocent snuggles brought their day to a close...for the most part. Cynder kept nosing at Spyro and then waking up with a jolt and looking around with rapid panicked breath when she realized the eggs weren't there. She'd lie back down and close her eyes, and drift off from the physical exhaustion of flight, but then within half an hour she'd snap back up looking for her brood.

"You okay hun?" Spyro whispered when she gasped for the seventh time and whined to herself.

"I can't sleep...where are my eggs??" she groaned.

"They're safe, Cynder," he urged sleepily. "Don't worry. Just get your rest and we'll be back with them soon enough."

"Spyro I- I need them, I need my babies!" she insisted, getting more urgent now that she had someone to focus on.

"Come on, Cyn..." he groaned. "Are you really gonna smother them like that? You need this break."

"But what if they- what if someone leaves them cold and-"

"No what-ifs. You heard Ember earlier. The Matrons are the most experienced in the world when it comes to egg care. There's no way they'd let anything bad happen. Especially not to the first eggs in four years. Literally the first of a generation."

She was starting to calm down, but he wanted to sleep and she was too riled up. "But I...I can't sleep without them..."

"Your eggs aren't a teddy bear, hun. Come on, get some sleep."

"I want them..." she persisted with a whine.

"Here, y'know what?" he grumbled, rolling onto his back and lifting her onto his belly so she was laying across him. She squeaked at the sudden insistence, then grunted when his paw found her head and pressed her down to his crotch. She gazed in the dimming fire light at the two huge orbs before her nose. "Big enough to be eggs, according to you. Just pretend they are."

She blinked, a bit dumbfounded, then started nuzzling at his hefty testicles, breathing softly against his scaly scrotum and closing her eyes. They were, indeed, big enough to be eggs, and his comforting male scent brought back fond memories of their early relationship years and how she'd spent whole nights just loving on these same balls. Spyro grunted when she started shifting herself atop his belly and tail and legs, but finally she curled up around his crotch with his balls at her belly and her chin resting where his sheath met his sack. Occasionally she'd nuzzle and lick at his heavy nuts, but finally she fell asleep for good this time. It wasn't ideal or terribly comfortable, but Spyro also managed to catch at least a few hours before the rising sun lit up his eyelids.

"Maybe we should've brought some trainer dummies," Ember whispered to her brother when they caught sight of the hero couple's arrangement.

"Maybe. But we can't do anything this far out unless we happen to come across some egg stones, but I doubt those would appease her."

"You can show her how to shove them up into her cooch," she teased, wiggling her butt at him.

"Probably not the best idea, hun, that's for estrus."

"I said her cooch, not her womb."

"I heard you the first time." Stretching his wings, he grunted at the crack in his back. "Ouch. Gonna go rustle up some breakfast snacks. If we can get some good flight time today, we should get there morning or midday tomorrow."

"Hrm...yeah, but they need some rest. Is it better to let them sleep and we just get there later, and arrange for a dinner the day after we arrive? Might give them time to chillax some more especially after so much flying."

"True, but if she's gonna be like this..."

"Doesn't matter how quickly or slowly we get there," she countered. "Best to take it slower, I think."

"Iunno, might be better to get there quickly and then relax. It's gonna take just this long again to get back, unless they have a portal gate active there. But enough yammer, I'm hungry."

Ember's idea won out in the end, the two letting Spyro and Cynder sleep until finally Spyro had to get up and keep his wings from falling asleep. After some berries and some more roasted bird they were off again. The midday winter sun was warming enough on their backs to counter the gusts of wind that swept across the land. By afternoon there seemed to be threat of snow with how darkly cloudy it became, but nothing fell yet. The clouds persisted well into the night, the four dragons having to make camp in a forest.

Travel can do strange things to the mind, and hours of weary silence and focusing on the travel itself can make one very distant in addition to the exhaustion. With the nature wonder gone from the first day of their journey, Cynder had been very quiet, perhaps embarrassed or anxious from her incident the previous night, and she was the first to fall asleep, without her usual hanging-on to her mate's privates. The tension was palpable, and uncomfortable, even Flame and Ember had no desire to engage in their usual naughtiness. Spyro was both grateful for the break from sexual focus, but also apprehensive, hoping Cynder wasn't about to have another of her relapses.

She just needed the rest, it seemed. By morning she was the first up, doing some quiet hunting and coming back with an enormous elk-like creature with four massive antlers. Flame teasingly tried to put the antlers on his shoulders like pauldrons while the others cleaned the carcass, the fire drake tending to bits over a fire until Cynder could break away from the cleaning to do the air-fryer trick again. Having caught some quarry on her own and gotten that sleep lifted her mood, and by the time they were in the air again she was joking sex stuff with Ember like nothing had happened the previous two days. By nightfall they found the shelter where Spyro had told Flame about the Patriarch problem, and the purple dragon was a bit anxious that Flame might bring up their little... 'cum'petition, but thankfully for him the fire dragon had other things to think about. He kept asking Ember about different names.

"Lapis and Lazuli, definitely, yeah. Flagrantis, maybe, I don't think he's still on good terms with you after that stunt you pulled."

"Oh come on, it was just a joke..."

"Well, you can invite him if you want then, just...don't say I didn't warn you."

"Probably gonna have to wait out at Warfang for a night then while I get all the invites done."

"Yeah for this kinda dinner whoever's doing the cooking needs prep time too."

"Does it really need to be a party?" Spyro whispered to Cynder, the black dragoness nodding.

"Gotta announce their parenthood to their friends, as well as their departure for the Grotto. Might as well have it all in one tidy event. He still thinks it's just a dinner though."

"'Tidy' is my concern here."

"I'm...kinda excited, really, I've never been to a party before." She rubbed her foreleg and her smile faded. He could feel her social anxiety starting to well back up.

"I guess it'll be fine then. I just don't really like the loss of control some have when they're partying."

"Yeah...but if it's just dinner and an announcement, should be fine."

Night fell around them, the moon finding Spyro and Flame balls deep in their mates, both couples enjoying some slow, sensual cuddling and lovemaking. Ember and Flame were particularly excited to be heading back to their first home, though Spyro and Cynder were fairly sure it was mostly because they wanted to... "catch up" with their friends after such an unexpectedly long stay at the Temple.

Warfang was as busy as ever, but to Spyro and Cynder it definitely seemed to be catching up to its name of "The Dragon City". Usually, it had been more of the bipeds and other races, with a few dragons here and there, but perhaps due to the growing alarm of their endangerment status, there were a lot of dragons out and about in the streets. A few groups of older children here and there, and a few little toddler types just growing into their wings and earning a fond smile from Cynder, but true enough to the passage of time, there were no eggs anywhere, or any tiny hatchlings crawling around or being carried. No gravid bellies waiting to pop with eggs. Landing on a large, long flight ledge, the four shook themselves off and Flame took the opportunity to duck under his sister's tail and give her pussy a sloppy kiss, making her moan and giggle in appreciation. "Alright, well, best get this started," he huffed, though he had a very excited grin pulling at his lips. "You go make sure everything got packed in our absence, I'll go round up the contacts and get the dinner going."

"Yeah, whatever, leave me to the heavy menial labor while I'm pregnant while you go fuck someone in the ass until they 'cum'ply."

"That's the plan, yes," he replied with a wink, then took off again, circling swiftly around the buildings. Cynder cocked a brow at Ember but she smirked back.

"Everything's gonna be boxed up and put in a wagon, or should be already. We don't have a lot, admittedly. We tried to stay as low as possible on possessions until we knew we were gonna settle in for good."

"Well that's a handy lookout," Spyro muttered, pointedly trying not to look around too much. "Er, outlook. Blegh. Do you need help with the wagon?"

"I just need to go check on it. Dad already paid to have it towed to our new place after it's been confirmed."

"Alright. Where are we meeting up?"

"By the gate horn on the main street. You two go ahead and browse around the shops if you want, get yourselves some snacks, but tonight we're gonna lodge at the inn for tonight and let Flame get everything ready. Just don't get too noisy at night and we should be good." She grinned at that and trotted off, Spyro's eyes lingering on her swaying tail and slight bounce of excitement in her step, her belly now visibly swaying side to side too with the heft of her future children.

"You okay, hun?" Cynder whispered, nosing at his neck.

"Hm?"

"You're awful stiff and you've been unusually focused since we got here."

Glancing sidelong at his black-scaled mate, Spyro froze up and for a moment Cynder felt a flash of alarm rip through her when she saw his pupils dilate at something behind her, but he shook it off before she could look around. His breath was a bit shaky. "I'm...I'm fine," he grumbled.

"No you're not. Talk to me." She sat back and reached up to cup his cheeks, making him look more fully at her. "No one else is here."

She wasn't going to let it go and it irritated him, but he relented with a groan. "Ugh...fine, whatever...it's this city, Cynder. It's that...that horrible fight we had here...with the Golem..."

He had a deep pain of fear in his eyes and it sent a sympathetic pang ripped through her chest. "You mean...?"

"Yeah...I almost lost you...several times...because of that damn magic tether...all our best effort and it was almost not enough..." His restraint was breaking and she could feel him shivering a little. "I keep seeing it glaring at me, grabbing at me around corners...every time I'm here and I know it's dead but it's an animation, a magic amalgam, what if it reactivates and..."

"Hey.." she whispered, shifting closer and wrapping her slender wings around him to shield him from the city. "It's been four years, Spyro. Almost five now. Most of it's been dissected and taken away. I don't know a lot about magic but its leylines were destroyed when we killed its brain cluster. The city's fine and we'll be fine."

"I know...I know..." He pressed in against her and she hugged him more properly, rubbing his wings with her paws. "I just...I can't help it, Cynder, I don't want these memory flashes but even when I was here with Flame earlier, I kept seeing glimpses...and with all these other golems popping up lately..."

"It's scary...but we're gonna be fine. Remember how I was having all those night terrors about Malefor?"

"I can't forget that."

"Right, but I found a way to deal with it, kinda. When you're out...I mean, it still happens sometimes when I'm alone and I don't always remember it right then and there but...I tell him to fuck off, I scream it if I have to. Sometimes it just feels good to do that. For me, turning that fear into a flash of anger helps...get me back to reality, I guess, and it's a vent. If you see the golem pop up again...try something to scare it off? We beat it. We killed it and we're way stronger now than we were when we faced it. It should be fearing us," she added with a hiss, trying to sound motivational. It seemed to work, she could feel a small surge of confidence in her mate.

"Yeah...I guess so."

"I know so. You're so much stronger now than you used to be. That golem would be a toy to you." She kissed him and purred softly to try to relax him. "C'mon. Hunting catches are good and all but I wanna go hit up the spice tent...and...meet my little fan if she's there."

The distraction of that idea put him at much more ease. "Alright."

Their landing circling had drawn some attention, and crowds were gathering in the streets. Cynder felt a little awkward without her jewelry on, but she kept up beside Spyro, his presence a bit comforting as she gazed at faces that she couldn't quite read. Whispers and excited clamoring surrounded them, but no one really approached the two, making an uncomfortable aura. She followed her mate down to the big market street, and right there at the corner like his last visit was the blue-fabric tent wafting all kinds of savory, sweet, spicy, minty, earthy, salty, and other various scents. Cynder felt her pulse quickening at the prospect of meeting someone genuinely excited to see her...someone well below her age range, at least.

"Mister Spyro!" came an excited chirp inside. The little girl bounced up to the front of the tent. "Mom an' dad found a really good calymara patch and-" She stopped cold and her jaw dropped when Cynder came into view. "Hhhhhhh- no way!"

"Yeah, Cynder's here with me this time."

Her tail was wagging hard enough to start gusting some of the herb piles at the back of the tent. "C-C-C-Cynder!!" she squeaked.

"Hi?"

She practically threw herself from the tent, tackling the taller black female's leg. "HiHiHi I can't believe you're here this is so cool you're so cool!!" She squeaked again and caught herself, clearing her throat and backpedalling and shying up a bit at the realization that she was drawing attention from the crowd nearby. Cynder was blushing heavily, completely unused to such attention. "I uh- I just...sorry, I've just, I've always wanted to meet you after hearing you saved the world! And traveling with the strongest dragon in the world!"

"I uh...thanks?"

"Oh wait hang on!" She darted back into the tent and rummaged around some of the store crates, then came back out bearing a medium-sized leather drawstring bag with Cynder's pattern sewn onto it with silver thread, bordered with reddened stamps of fire sigils. "I made this for you! An herb pouch!"

Cynder delicately took it and stared at it, feeling a surge of emotion suddenly yanking at her core. "It's so pretty...thank you..."

"I've been holding on to it cuz I wanted to give it to you! Wanna get some herbs to put in it?"

"What a sly marketing tactic," Spyro noted with a smirk, Cynder laughing and slinging the pouch around her neck. "Alright. You said there was more calymara?"

"Yeah! Fifteen a bag this time! We also got some new stuff from the south - niderian root powder, ologo seeds, wanna sample?"

"Sure!" Cynder replied, carefully tasting the small sample pieces proffered. "Niderian is bitter...but a sweet aftertaste... ologo is strange, this one is raw and this one is roasted?"

"Yep! The raw seeds are used for tea and medicine, the roasted ones are for snacking and food apparently? I don't like either of them." She made a face and Cynder giggled at how cute it was.

Spyro watched with a grin as his mate and the young girl hit it off, Cynder eventually getting pushed into telling her some small bits about her adventures. "Yeah...I didn't get to be a kid. I was raised by the Apes...not really 'raised' either."

"And your boyfriend saved you from that?"

"He's my mate now, yes. He freed me from their evil magic."

"Aww you shoulda gotten married here!"

Spyro and Cynder both felt their pulses freeze at that. They were indeed mates, but hadn't really had any formal event to celebrate it or even legally confirm it. "Maybe we should," she replied, with a sly sidelong wink at her purple lover.

"You gonna have eggs??" she asked, a bit more excited than Spyro felt was necessary.

"We already have!"

"But you're still young!"

"Maybe, but what about you, you have a boyfriend yet?"

She balked and blushed, wings flaring in surprise at the counter-question and then folding to her sides. "N-no...not really, not yet, I just stay in this tent all day while mom an' dad are out foraging and curing the herbs."

"Awww..."

"But I'm saving the money to go to school across the world and study like the Matron sisters! I wanna learn how to use herbs to help everyone!"

There was an idea brewing in Cynder's eyes, Spyro could see it plain as day, but she kept it to herself for now. "You said your name was Jade?"

"Yeah. Not a big fancy name like a lot of others."

"It's short and cute. I like it. Thanks for the herbs, Jade. I'll have to come back sometime."

"Thanks for coming by!"

When they'd walked a bit away, Cynder sighed softly. "It's so weird seeing someone as young as we were when you saved me...and we're only what, five years older but so much taller and having eggs?"

"We're weird creatures."

"Makes me wonder what the youngest age is for a dragoness to have eggs." She caught his indignant look. "No, not about to ask you to breed her, but...it's definitely a relevant question for when our kids get to that age range...if male fertility hasn't recovered by then, they'd have to go to you for eggs, or be careful if they're already having sex with us."

"I kinda just like seeing the younger ones as innocent for now," he rebutted defensively. "I can't see her so sexually liberal like we've heard about."

"Never know."

They were close to the other stall Spyro had stopped at before, and he smirked and nudged her over. "Someone else will want to see you."

"Another fan?"

"Yeah."

The Cheetah lady at the pillow stall peered out when their shadows fell over her counter, and she nearly fainted at the sight. "Oh my stars, Cynder, my lady! I never thought I'd see you here!"

"Hi? We're kinda just browsing the street. Um...thanks...for those pillows before, they're very comfortable."

"I'm so glad you like them! Please, if you want more for a nest or something, free for you!"

"Oh no I can't just rob you like that!"

"It's a gift!"

"No! You need the money! I can't just eat into your profits!"

Spyro put thirty coins on the counter. "Three pillows please, whatever isn't selling well."

"Oh! Thank you..." She sniffled and darted to the back of her stall, coming back with six pillows of odd fabric colors. "These are five each right now."

"Alright, I'll take them."

The cat femme couldn't take her eyes off Cynder, watching her as she gathered the pillows and nuzzled at them. "Made for Dragons, Cats, Moles, anyone with claws or fangs! Soft and supple filling guaranteed to endure years of use or child antics!"

"How perfect..." Cynder whispered with a smile. "Thank you so much."

"No, my lady, thank you. You two saved all our lives, it's the least I can do to repay you for all the bad things you had to endure..."

"I think we may need to buy an extra shopping tarp, do you have one available?" Spyro asked, the Cheetah nodding eagerly. He forked over another five coins and she slid a neatly folded dark mauve shopping tarp for him to use. He and Cynder tucked the pillows into the bag and secured the flap, then gave her their parting thanks and made their way to the gate horn to wait for Ember. They didn't have to wait much longer, the pink girl trotting down the lane with a big grin on her face and a new necklace bouncing against her chest.

"Oh hey, hope you weren't waiting too long!"

"Nah, we basically just got here."

Cynder smirked. "Flame rail you again?"

"Oh, this?" she asked, glancing back at the white drip under her tail. "Nah, dad was inspecting the wagon for me when I got there. I thanked him."

"You just...walk through Warfang dripping cum?" Spyro asked, Ember blushing and giggling.

"Not all the time, obviously, I thought I cleaned up a bit better. Guess not." Spyro glanced at his paws, half-wondering how much dried cum he might have inadvertently walked through on his visits to this city. "If you're ready to head to the inn, let's get! Dad gave me some extra coin to help with all the moving and lodging, so between that and my passive earnings with metalwork here, Flame and I have enough to cover you for two nights."

"Oh we can't impose like that..." Cynder started, but Ember shook her head.

"It's Flame's idea, and if we run out of money, he's the one gonna work his sexy ass off recouping the costs. I'm making sure of it."

"Well, when you put it that way, let's get going then."

The inn was in one of the areas under reconstruction, but the rooms that were available were luxuriously clean and colorful. Ember paid for two adjacent rooms and they headed in to settle down for a bit, stopping by a small fountain pool to wash their paws. Their rooms shared a side door, and the main access doors bore a heavy-duty lock system for security, so Spyro and Cynder could offload their purchases and not worry about something disappearing. Lounging on the nest-like bed full of soft, plushy blankets, quilts, and cushions, Cynder purred as she practically sank into the softs. "Oooohhhh...I should've laid the eggs in this, this is niiiiice..." she purred.

"We kinda got caught up chatting with Cynder's little fan, so we haven't eaten yet," Spyro informed Ember when she peeked her head in through the connecting door.

"Coincidentally, I haven't either. Dad's cum isn't a meal in itself like yours." She shot him a wink, then giggled at his blush. "There's a public grill area just down the way, next to a bakery, we can get some good food there and wait for Flame."

"Does he know we're here?"

"Yeah, and the guy at the desk knows who we are, so when Flame gets here he'll tell him. There's a spare key for him too so we don't have to be here to let him in."

Their dinner was a fairly quick affair. The grill was an open fire with grilling mesh over top, and everyone could bring their food to roast or buy something someone else had made, if they were selling. A few meat vendors had stationed themselves nearby, offering discounts. Ember got herself "the usual", just some lightly seasoned poultry, but Cynder had such a twinkle in her eye Spyro felt he'd go blind if he didn't oblige her fancy. Some of the spices she'd bought, a few vegetables and fruits from nearby snack vendors and some cuts of meats...he'd have to watch their wallet more closely, but for now she was in her element. Crushed herbs and some powder mixes, some fat trimmed from others' cuts and melted to make a basting oil, some sugary fruit juices, and she was off grilling herself and Spyro a meal. It smelled fantastic even before it hit the heat, and after the flip to the other side she topped it with more sauce, some onions and savory root vegetables, and some juicy milder-sweet fruits, letting them go mushy in the heat and drain their juices into the meat. The drippings made the coal pit spit and spark with mouth-watering aromas.

"She's good," Ember remarked, nibbling on a leg bone.

"She sure is..." Spyro replied wistfully, his eyes never leaving his smiling mate. Soon enough she was plating their meals and they were chowing down.

"Mmmph...can definitely tell I'm pregnant again," she murmured, chewing slowly. "So frickin' hungry when I get around to eating. It's so weird."

"Eating for more than one, as the saying goes." Spyro sampled the fruit and veggie mush atop his meat and purred. "Delicious as always, hun. This is a new flavor for sure."

"New herbs. I've got so many ideas I wanna try out at home."

"Maybe we should have you cook for the dinner party," Ember joked. "But that would negate the point of Flame treating you out."

"Sure would. I kinda wanna see what else is on offer for this dinner of yours."

"I'll see if I can wrangle up some interest in more...exotic flavors. Flame's arranging the actual event but his palate is a bit one-tracked."

"And yours is bland as hell from his remarks."

"Hey! I like what I like." Sticking her tongue out, she looked up at the higher road ridges and the towers above, sighing softly. "Gonna miss this place, but I was kinda stagnating here. The more I think about it...the more I kinda wanna spend some time as a breeder, if I can. My jeweling work isn't that intensive that I have to sacrifice it for pregnancy."

"There's my sister," came Flame's voice and Ember turned and smiled at her brother, the two exchanging a rather passionate kiss. "Almost everyone's rounded up. A few won't be able to make it. Alabaster is handling the menu and prep and he'll get me the price tomorrow morning."

"Alright. I need to talk with him about that menu. I'm gonna go head off and see him. You guys have the key?"

Spyro produced the inn key and Flame had his copy already. "Yep."

"Cool. I'll be back soon." Kissing her brother again, she waved her butt at him with a teasing wink over her shoulder and headed off.

"I already had dinner, and I'm kinda beat from running all over the place. Let's head to the rooms." Flame led the way back to the inn and he promptly flopped onto his bed, groaning softly in relaxation while Spyro and Cynder curled up in their room in the nest-bed and quietly groomed each other, purring softly.

"How're you holding up?" he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

"I'm fine, Spyro." Nipping at his horn, she frowned and sighed. "Look...sorry about that...the first night. I don't know why it hit me that hard..."

"I know. Don't think about it. We're on a well-deserved vacation right now. Tomorrow's a dinner party for us, and after that I wanna show you that pool. We could also go crab hunting for some extra cash, we're running a bit low on coin after today. Just a bit."

"Yeah...sorry."

"Don't be. You're enjoying yourself and that's important to me. To both of us. You needed this."

She didn't want to admit it, but he was absolutely right. She'd kept to herself for so long, but now it was nice to have met at least two who were genuinely excited to see her. Exploring new flavors had also helped a lot. She felt much freer now than she had in a while. Laying her chin on the edge of the bed's bowl frame, she purred quietly while Spyro kept nibbling and licking along her neck. "You know..." she finally broke the silence to look up at him, "the Matrons said that if things get a bit...heated...at the party, it's probably a good time to quietly extend the breeding program. If you're up for that if it happens."

"...Maybe. We'll...have to see...if-when-if it happens."

"Yeah. But...it's at least a step in the direction you were wanting, if you think about it." At his confused expression, she rolled smoothly onto her back to look up at him more properly. "Think about it, Spyro. You bred Ember first because you're uneasy just 'doing it' with 'random' girls. Then Jeela, because you half-knew her from your visit here for the testing. Now it's gonna be a bunch of strangers, but Flame and Ember are essentially curating them, even if that's not their intention. If we can trust Flame and Ember, we can probably trust their choices of friends for this too. We don't really have to tell them about the breeding project...but if the subject of sex comes up, they'll have to know you're a Patriarch and what that implies. Jeela's already gonna be there too, I heard Flame confirm she was among the first he'd contact."

"I guess so. I dunno, Cyn, I just...I hate the idea of just fucking them and putting eggs in them."

"Is that what you did with Ember or Jeela?"

"Well, no, but..."

"I don't see a reason to worry then."

"I do. I don't want to just fall into the pleasure of doing it...I don't want sex to become just another activity. Especially not if I...have to impregnate our daughters too, if it comes down to that. I want sex with you and them to be special, always."

Leaning up, she kissed him with a purr. "You're so sweet, Spyro. You'll figure it out. We can't take our time prepping and worrying anymore though. It's almost time for the news to go public. If the dinner gets lewd...consider it training for what's coming." She smirked slyly at that and he rolled his eyes.

"You and your puns."

"I love you."

"Love you too." With her on her back, he moved over her and without any words needed they joined as mates again, his shaft erecting into her depths while they rubbed each other with paws and kissed deeply. Cynder purred louder and moaned into his mouth as he started to slowly thrust, keeping a very slow pace, both of them enjoying the closeness and intimacy for the moment.

"And if you want...I don't think I'd mind you mounting me at the dinner. Show off that...Patriarch dominance~" she whispered.

"If I didn't know better I'd think you were hinting at something. You really want me to just fuck you right in front of everyone? While we're eating?"

"Maybe~" she churred. "Only if you're okay with it..." she added as she pulled him into another kiss. "If things get to be too much we'll just excuse ourselves. Like the Matrons said, don't let yourself feel pressured into anything, Spyro. I might be a lewd hornball with you, but I don't want you to be too uncomfy either." Wrapping her legs around his, she pulled herself against him and cooed cutely as her netherlips kissed his sheath, his entire length once more buried in her body where it belonged. They held there for a while, just hugging, rubbing, kissing, purring, melting into each others' love.

The next room over, Ember had returned and was suckling on her brother's cock while he fawned over her growing belly. "Four eggs? Really?" he asked, both excited and a little disappointed.

"Yep~" she churred around his shaft, pulling off to kiss the tip and watch it throb in the air for a moment before going back down on him. "Mmmmm..."

"I know we were hoping for kids but I wasn't expecting so many so quickly."

Ember shrugged and gave him a strong suck, making his toes curl and his jaw clench, loosing a thick gout of pre for her to eagerly gulp down. Pulling off again, she licked him from his balls to his tip. "We'll need to see about the housing and nesting situation and our job ability at the Grotto...but I'm fine with giving eggs for adoption too. Some couples need them more than we do, especially as this breeding program ramps up soon."

"Yeah...I guess so."

"Why don't you busy your snout with my pussy instead of with worries? We're having dinner tomorrow night, let's relax."

"You taste like dad. I only like semen in my butt, not my mouth."

"Loser," she teased, going back down on him and bobbing her head fast, not giving him a chance to rebuke.

It was almost midday by the time Spyro and Cynder awoke. The sheer plushiness of the nest-bed had practically knocked them out and kept them hostage in sleep-land. Spyro was the first to wake, but nodded back off with his face buried against Cynder's neck. Not much later she woke up and yawned, then rolled over to get comfy against him, which woke him back up. Big purple paws stroked over his mate's body, eliciting a sleepy, absent purr from her chest, then as he stretched his limbs and hugged her closer, he purred back, lightly humping his morning wood against the slickness of her netherlips and the soft roundness of her life-filled belly. Cynder yawned and stretched against him, opening her eyes and purring happily, feeling his ridges and soft barbs stroking her vulva scales.

"Morning..." she whispered.

"Mmmmh..." he groaned against her scales, then arched his back and started humping against her more vigorously, making her gasp and moan softly.

"You wanna cum in me a few times before we get out of bed?"

"Mmmmhmmm~" he growled eagerly, his paws curling against her back.

"Then get that sexy long penis of yours into me."

He slid it into her without delay or question, both of them moaning under their breath, but as soon as his sheath met her labia and her legs wrapped around his waist, the door to Ember and Flame's room opened and Ember peeked in. "You two up yet? It's noon!"

"It is?!" they both yelped in surprise, pulling back just enough for Ember to see their mateship union on full display.

"Yeah! But if you wanna finish that, I can wait."

"Sorry...we just woke up." Ember moved into the room and Spyro moved to pull out of Cynder, but the pink dragoness smirked and pushed on his hips, forcing him back into the black dragoness.

"Give her womb a good breakfast, stud. You'll wanna make a good impression on the guests tonight~" She left them to think about that, the two looking at each other pensively while he throbbed in her belly.

"Well, if she says so..." Cynder churred, wrapping her legs back around him and giving him her best bedroom eyes while nuzzling his nose, "let Warfang see just how much you love me."

Something about that appealed to him, perhaps as a male, perhaps as a Patriarch, perhaps just wanting to see her pleasured and happy and a bit defiant of the city that had scorned her past... whatever the case, he grinned and set his paws around her, then started fucking her deep and hard, Cynder clenching her teeth in a desperate effort not to scream out in ecstasy for the whole inn to hear.

An hour later they were on the roads, the winter sun gleaming rather warm on them, Cynder's belly big and round with eggs and fresh cum, a shy grin of satisfaction and maybe some degree of exhibitionism spreading across her muzzle. Spyro had his girdle back on, and his matching pauldrons, though he began to wish he had more pieces, feeling an odd amount of attention being drawn to the armor over his nads. His balls were definitely bigger than the last time he'd been here, and he sure didn't feel like having them bouncing around in full view for the whole city to see...maybe not yet, anyway, not until the breeder program news was spread.

Flame was biding his time working with the archaeologists on those odd lockboxes and shiny pearls, but Ember had confirmed with Spyro and Cynder that he still thought the dinner was going to be a small function with friends to meet and greet the hero couple. The pink dragoness smirked as she led them to a different party house than Flame had arranged for, the doors opening to reveal an elaborate setup already underway with streamers gleaming with tiny crystal frosting, floating glowing gems, a long table decked out with a beautiful set of tablecloths criss-crossed in red, pink, black, and purple, flanked by other tables bearing heating elements and tray stands for keeping large dishes of food warm. Off to the sides of the large room were collections of lounging pillows and blankets, all kinds of things to be comfortable in, with a few long frames to stretch out on and chill while chatting.

"This is...a bit extravagant, isn't it?" Cynder asked.

"Nah. Extravagant would be way, way shinier here. Besides, we're here to have fun!"

"But...what do you do for fun at a party?" Spyro asked, then instantly regretted the words as soon as he heard himself utter them, Ember's eyes encapsulating exactly what he dreaded hearing.

"Sex~" she replied quickly, then giggled. "Nah, not always, though sex is always a welcome funtime with our friends. I'd imagine most of them will be super curious about what you two went through. Sometimes it's nice to just chat and share stories, but there are a few games planned too if anyone wants them. Like, over here for example," she led them to a sectioned-off area with ribbons tacked to the floor in parallel lines, "there'll be pins at the ends of these lanes, and you roll a crystal ball down to knock them over, or into each others' lanes without the ball leaving yours. Five or six rounds, highest score wins. There are also really sturdy, soft pillows for pillow-fights, those can be lotsa fun too! The others might bring their own game materials and ideas."

"Sounds interesting," Cynder replied with a somewhat nonchalant tone, unsure of how to take any of this, but her welling excitement displayed itself with her tail swaying back and forth. "Are pillow fights safe when expecting, though?"

"We'll have to be careful, yeah. Us, and Jeela, she's gonna be here."

"I thought Jeela was over by that village near Screenath?"

"She lives there, yeah, but she still apprentices to my teacher here, so she spends a few months here. Spyro got her knocked up just after she had Terrador appraise her work, like meee~"

The purple male blushed at that. "But...wait, why does Terrador do appraisals? That's a long trip to make."

"He's a master of earth power, which means he's also able to feel the quality of our projects and give feedback. He helps us determine what we need to work on and how to price the pieces. It's not something just any Earth-type can do. He was doing that kind of work before he became a soldier and tactician, and then a Guardian."

"...Huh...I honestly can't see him as a blacksmith or jeweler."

"He was. Had a lot of promise but applied himself instead to defense and security. At least, as far as I've heard from my master. This was waaay before any of us were born."

"Obviously."

Cynder looked around the room again, sighing softly at an egg-shape in the negative space of streamer overlap above. She suddenly wanted to be with her eggs again. Spyro felt her apprehension and draped his wing over her back, bringing her back to reality. "So...Flame still thinks this is a small private function...that's kinda funny."

"Yeah, and we're gonna show up together with him a bit "late" to surprise him. Not too late, just enough to keep him from finding out early about all this."

"Do the guests know? I mean, shouldn't you be greeting them and such?"

"Nah. I asked Amaranth to pass along the message about the surprise. They should be showing up earlier than Flame expected so everyone's here to surprise him."

"Like I told Cynder, you girls are devils," Spyro groaned, the two giggling. "What time is the dinner?"

"Sunset. We should go and get a snack, but don't fill up too much...trust me, you'll wanna be good and hungry for tonight." She turned around to look at some commotion behind her at the door. "Oh! That was fast!" she called, bounding over.

"Hey Em! Haven't seen you in months and you crash us with a party request-...are you pregnant?!"

"Yep! Havin' a party for it!"

There was a lot of excited squealing amongst the girls delivering whatever was being unpacked, it looked like an enormous banner. Cynder smiled a little at the excitement, but sighed to herself and nuzzled against Spyro, somewhat wishing she had a group to girl-out with like that. Her purple mate kissed her forehead and purred softly to her.

"So- wait but why the 'Congrats Stud'?" her friend continued, pulling the banner out fully. "I mean you're totes preggers now, he has to know!"

Ember jerked a wingthumb behind her in Spyro's direction. "Technically he got to me first...but this is part of a surprise for Flame, you'll find out why tonight!"

"You lucky bitch!" her other friend squealed, jaw slack at the sight of the hero couple watching awkwardly. "You got bred by Spyro?!"

"Play your cards right and you might too~" Ember whispered with a salacious wink and a lick of her lips. Spyro couldn't hear the reply, but he blushed, having a strong feeling what it was anyway.

"But that's- Cynder's right there with him!"

"I'll explain it tonight. But if things go well...this party won't just be about my eggs~"

Cynder shuddered. "I can't hear her but why do I get the feeling she's roping us into something?" she muttered to Spyro, the purple dragon grimacing.

"Same..."

As they left to let the decorators set it all up, they passed by two beautiful water 'nesses. Very clearly female, slinky and sinuous and graceful, but a bit shy, waving to Ember's greeting but staying silent. Cynder couldn't help noticing under their tails though and it made her pulse jump. Slender sheaths, and cute little scrotum bulges just at the apex of rather puffy vaginal slits. "Lapis and Lazuli are twin herms," Ember whispered with a saucy wink to Cynder and Spyro, the two blushing profusely at the notion. "They're also mates~"

"Twins...and herms...that's super rare..."

"Mhm. So is their health. Usually, herms are stunted in growth, as far as I know anyway."

"I...guess since they're mates they've been trying for eggs too?" Spyro muttered.

"Yeah...one of the many, many couples you're probably gonna have to help."

Cynder's curiosity was getting the better of her. "Does...does one prefer getting dicked or...how does that work?"

Ember shrugged and giggled. "I dunno. They're actually fairly private, even with the casualness of sex in our friend group. So far as I've seen they both love sex any way they can get it, but together in private is a mystery."

"Surprising..."

"Oh there's a lot about private sex life that Flame and I don't know...or tell others." Leaving it at that she smirked. "Let's head back to the inn and grab a snack, things are pretty much set here for tonight."

Spyro's pulse raced as they approached the small house again, Ember and Flame darting up to join them. "Sorry!" Flame panted. "They wouldn't stop asking me to help with stuff."

"Small detour, too," Ember added, getting her brother's attention. "You ran so quick I didn't get a chance to tell you!"

"Sorry! What's going on?"

"There was a scheduling snafu for the party houses but they got us a slightly bigger one. I had to go tell everyone about the change."

"Oh for- can't they do anything right? Bureaucratic idiots... i hope no one is too late or gets lost..."

"Let's get going!" She shot Spyro and Cynder a wink out of Flame's line of sight and they were off, lightly jogging with the sun casting long shadows across the city, climbing up the walls and covering everything in a warm amber tone fading to darkness. The party house was glowing brightly inside and there were lots of voices audible even through the curtained windows.

"Wow...it's already hoppin' in there," Flame huffed as he came up to the door. "Well, it's sunset, I should've been here to greet them."

"Fashionably late," Ember countered. Spyro and Cynder were fairly silent with the butterflies in their stomachs. The idea of so many dragons in one small area made Spyro a little shy and Cynder fairly anxious, both of them fearing the possibility, however small by now, that someone would take umbrage with Cynder's past. Trotting up the stairs, the pink dragoness pushed the doors open.

"There he is!" came a cry inside and cheers went up, dragons of all colors (except purple, of course) jumping up from their various reclining spots to gather around the table. The smells inside were amazing, meats and breads and sauces and cheeses and so many others.

"Hey everyone!!" Flame called, flaring his wings. "Sorry I'm late!"

"Fucking the archaeology girls?"

"Not this time. I got a little caught up, but thanks for making it here!" Mantling one wing over his sister and kissing her cheek, he extended the other one with a gesture. "I'd like you meet my new friends Spyro and Cynder, our guests of honor!"

Gasps and applause went up as the two made themselves known, Cynder blushing and looking away, Spyro half-guiding her wing his wing across her back. Much to their surprise, though, there wasn't a flood of excitement or paws scrabbling to get up and meet them face to face, everyone remained seated and waited for the four to take their places at the head of the table. "So! Without further ado, I think we can do some meet-and-greet after we've stuffed our faces," Ember announced. "I know we're all super hungry by now." Nods went around the table. "Lots of names to go around, but it'll be easier with some hot noms settling. Let's eat." She turned to Spyro and Cynder, the two watching as several dragons started wheeling carts with the heated food on them. "It circles around the table. Let 'em know if you're interested and they'll plate it for you."

"Oh...that's an interesting setup," Cynder remarked as some fried poultry approached. "Oooo...smells tasty!"

It was a fairly efficient setup, avoiding lines and bumping trying to get back to seats. When everyone had their desired first helping, the table went quiet and Flame flared his wings. "May the memories of the ancients strengthen us through this food grown and borne of the planet they have returned to. May the ancestors look after you."

"May they look after us all..." came the more or less unified mumbled response. With that, they dug in. Several opted for ring-based cutlery on their foreclaws, while others just used their claws or tongues and teeth. Cynder opted for cutting her food with her tailblade and then daintily licking it clean. A few of their friends were using magic to levitate and manipulate utensils. The food itself was quite rich in flavor and substance, giving Cynder quite a few new ideas as she slowly chewed her meal and tried to guess at the ingredients and spices. Without distractions of conversation, the meal went by faster than expected, with the carts making a second round to refill plates for those interested. It was here the conversations began, a few whispers and gestures to the head of the table regarding Spyro and Cynder, until finally Jeela cleared her throat.

"So what's this big grand occasion?" she asked out loud, getting everyone's attention. "Free food is good but what's up, Flame?"

"It's a dinner I owed to Spyro for helping most of us here get back to Warfang safely after the war exile," he replied, pouring a goblet of wine. He lifted it and grinned. "It's been a while in coming, but it's also a celebration for him and Cynder and their incoming kids."

"And ours," Ember added, lifting her cup. Quiet murmurs went around the table. "Yeah, the Stud of Warfang isn't shooting duds like you all kept teasing."

"Ember," he whispered. "Those are Spyro's eggs."

She shot him perhaps the biggest sly smirk he'd ever seen from her and it made his pulse speed up with apprehension. The hell was his sister planning with that look? "Spyro got me an' Jeela pregnant," she said loud enough for the others to hear, Jeela blushing with a shy grin and rubbing her belly with her wings, "but when you recovered, Flame...two of these are yours. Not Spyro's. Aaaaand you also got Cynder pregnant."

The room went silent, then a bunch of them started laughing at Flame's completely dumbstruck, floor-jawed expression. "Y...y-you're kidding!" he finally blurted out.

"Nooope~ The Matrons confirmed it a week ago. You're officially a father."

Party poppers went off overhead and a banner unfurled over the table, proclaiming "Congrats, Stud!" to the entire room. The laughter rose at his continued stunned look, his breath and pulse quickening, until he suddenly flared his wings. "No shit?! You're serious!! FUCK YES!!" he screamed, punching the air and then slamming his paws on the table with a loud laugh, most of their friends cheering and clapping. "YEEEESSS!!" He started bouncing around, flailing his wings, punching the air, roaring out, making his sister and their friends laugh hysterically. His wing caught a few ribbons and he yelped and pulled down several decorations, getting wrapped up in the trimmings.

"Oh you dork," Ember giggled, helping him right himself. He kissed her and she purred. "Hello 'daddy'~"

"Hello you gorgeous sexy mama," he churred, nuzzling at her and purring back. "You're serious? The Matrons confirmed it?"

"Yep. Just before Spyro got back."

"I-I think I need some water..." His eyes were damp and his smile looked ready to break his face.

"You good dude?"

"More than good! I thought- fuck...I thought... no, nevermind." Wiping his eyes, he gave a few deep breaths to try to recompose himself. "Fuck...I didn't think it'd hit me this hard!"

"Wait...but I'm confused, why is it such a big deal if you already knocked up Cynder? Aren't those your eggs too?"

Flame nodded and rubbed his neck with a wary glance to Cynder and Spyro. Cynder nodded her permission. "It's...well. Cynder is apparently a natural Matriarch."

A collective gasp went around the table. "Is that why Malefor took her?!"

"He couldn't have known when her egg was taken. Matriarch and Patriarch qualities don't surface until puberty changes start occurring. Cynder was taken from him well before that, so he'd've never known. But...yeah. I did manage to get her pregnant with eggs too."

"Still growing," she added, patting her belly gently.

"But thing about Matriarchs is they're practically guaranteed to get pregnant no matter what guy mounts them. So...me gettin' her pregnant isn't that unexpected."

"What about Spyro? Ember said he got her and Jeela pregnant."

Spyro gave a nasal sigh and a small puff of smoke. His pulse raced. "I'm...a Patriarch." More gasps and whispers echoed out. "I dunno how it all happened. But...it seems right now I'm the only one that can naturally give girls eggs, and we've been working for months now to find a cure for other males."

"But then how did Flame knock up Ember??" came a confused, somewhat desperate male voice.

"He uh...had sex with me. A lot." Cynder blushed and smiled shyly. "We're trying to see if males having sex with a Matriarch might be able to...at least, temporarily, revitalize their virility."

There was clear, almost alarming interest on everyone's faces, making Spyro gulp nervously and Cynder swish her tail in anticipation. The desire for eggs, for starting a family, was not something they could easily keep at bay anymore. "So...if...i-if we have...if we have sex with the world saviors, we can have families?"

Ember was beaming and Flame was smirking. "Seems so."

"He cums an awful lot though," Jeela piped in. "We're gonna need some massive cleanup or something..."

"Hah!" laughed one of the icy boys. "He may be purple but can he really out-produce more seasoned drakes?"

Cynder nudged her mate, and when he looked at her, her eyes flicked down to his tail. "C'mon, Spyro. Off with it, let 'em see."

"Oh joy..." he grumbled, then unlatched his codpiece, unable to help a small sigh as his balls were freed of their containment. Stowing the armored piece, he reluctantly stood up, at a slight angle so everyone could see his growing erection and his low-hanging fruits.

"Lift your leg!" she teased.

"Cynder..." he grumbled, but she shot him a look and he groaned and obeyed, hesitantly raising his leg to show off his assets. The chatter around the table went almost totally silent with the looks of shock.

"That can't be healthy..." one of the older males grunted.

Cynder reached under her mate and grinned, bringing his penis to full length with a few gentle strokes, the purple dragon biting his lip and trying not to dribble pre everywhere at her touch. The other girls were staring with saucers for eyes, a few practically drooling, and without his armor and the herbal treatment in them, he was already giving off pheromones to trigger their heat. The guys were a mix of disgust, horror, embarrassment, intense arousal, or even jealousy. "Guaranteed to get any girl pregnant, verified by the Matrons themselves," Cynder practically bragged.

"I'm not some display piece, you know," he replied, putting his leg back down firmly. "But...if girls want eggs, I can help."

"That can't be real, gotta be some sorta purple dragon illusory magic."

Something about that statement hit both him and Cynder. She felt put on the spot for manipulation, and he felt like his pride had just been attacked.

A fire of defiance suddenly stoked in their bellies, being prodded by the Matriarch and Patriarch tendencies.

"Can't be real huh, even right in front of you?" Spyro replied. He glanced at Flame and Ember, and they both shot him the same kind of defiant smirk he was feeling internally.

"Go ahead...show them," Ember churred, lounging against her brother and prompting him to wrap his wing around her and start petting her belly with his paw.

If this was some sort of show Ember had secretly put on to flaunt for her friends, Spyro had had his reservations before, but being put on the line by the doubt...well, what male in his own right wouldn't wish to correct this fault? Especially when Cynder stood up and curled her tail over her back with a sly grin over her shoulder at him.

It was definitely another "fuck it" moment for him.

Cynder bit her lip to stifle an overly excited squeal when his paws gripped her shapely hips and his chest and belly brushed along the underside of her tail as he stood up and immediately sank his tip into her, right in front of so many onlookers. The thrill of doing it in a public area like this made her shiver as more of his ridged and barbed length slid home into her body. Spyro, for his part, was only focusing on his mate, tuning out the dinner guests so he could bury himself in his mate's depths again. She moaned out when his tapered, crowned tip pressed through her tight cervix and into her womb, then with one slow, steady press of his hips he sheathed himself in her. Cynder made sure to shift herself to show off that proud bulge of his tip just under her chest. With all his cum from earlier still rounding her belly, he couldn't feel any eggs in her. Slowly gyrating his hips, he pressed in deep, Cynder purring and moaning adorably in bliss, blushing heavily at all the wide-eyed looks she kept catching sidelong.

Maybe it was her doubts regarding how others saw her and her past, but being claimed so openly by Spyro like this felt so exciting, like a long-deserved justification finally making itself known. She clamped hot and wet around her lover's shaft, panting already on the verge of climax. Spyro leaned in to lick and nibble along her neck, rubbing her belly with his paws while he fucked her slow and deep.

"Cum in me...please..." she begged, craning her neck back to try to nuzzle against him. Spyro growled lustfully, the sound making Cynder and quite a few other girls shiver with arousal.

"As you wish, my black night," he churred, then settled into a much faster, harder pounding, making the black-scaled dragoness cry out and gush all over the floor. "You want my cum...here it is," he groaned, then gritted his teeth and bucked up hard into her, his tail flagging with every strong pulse jetting a fresh batch of hot cream into her belly once more.

The murmurs turned to excited whispers and gasps of shock as Cynder's belly started visibly growing. Not wanting to leave any doubt for their audience, Spyro pulled out just before his orgasm ended, his penis slapping his belly with each hard throb, thick gouts of white cream covering his mate's back and wings. She squealed out softly and giggled, rolling onto her side and catching his last spurt in her mouth as it flew over her body.

He was half-expecting to see looks of social disgust and audacity, but much to his surprise, some of the guys were stroking their dicks and almost every girl present was rubbing herself. Flame and Ember were masturbating each other.

One of the earlier commenters, the icy male, shook his head in disbelief. "Gotta...gotta be some sort of trick..." he insisted, but his tone held no water.

"It's no trick," Jeela replied, bapping him on the nose with a frown and slinking down to the end of the table, then leaning in to lick slowly along Spyro's shaft, firming it back up at her touch. "I had this in me too...all the way in, first time. Wanna show them?"

The purple dragon huffed, then gave a little half-grin. "Alright. Though, I bet half of this is just you wanting to feel it again."

"Mmmm..." she churred as she turned and raised her tail, giving him a lovely view of her swelling nethers already dribbling and eager. "Not gonna lie, I've been wanting to feel it again at least once..."

"Well...let's show them your first experience again." He sat back on the floor, letting his long length jut up into the air. Jeela purred and nuzzled at that massive spire, then turned around and used her tail to bring it down to align with her netherlips, pressing back to sink it into herself with a low moan. Spyro helped her back up onto his length, the water dragoness huffing and panting as she adjusted to him again. His tip prodded her cervix, but this time there was no pain, only pleasurable pressure, then a pop with a jolt of ecstasy as he slid into that muscular canal barrier.

Jeela groaned and huffed as Spyro's massive length burrowed into her womb, much more pleasurably than the first time, until with a shaky cry of bliss she felt his sheath kiss her netherlips and her belly bulge out around his tip. The others watching were all stunned into silence at the sight, but the two were lost in lust, Spyro humping quickly into her and the water dragoness huffing and moaning lewdly as all kinds of nerves were stoked again. He could feel her eggs, their eggs, around his cock, four healthy little eggs on the way, stroking their dad's ridges and barbs as he repeatedly bulged their mother's belly, to her immense satisfaction. "Cum in me!" she gasped, bucking back into his thrusts. Spyro stood up on his hind legs and hugged her to his chest, bouncing her against his sheath, the blue dragoness crying out and cumming hard all over his crotch and prompting him to hilt fully within her with a loud roar of conquest and a gout of fire to the ceiling. The gathered all exclaimed in surprise and clamored in shock as Jeela's belly started to get rounder and rounder every time Spyro's hefty nuts flexed under her tail for them to watch. Just like with Cynder, he kept cumming in heavy spurts, until she looked ready to lay several clutches! Panting and moaning, Jeela went limp against him, thoroughly blissed out and full to her brim, leaking a bit of thick cream as he withdrew from her depths.

All the attention had Spyro nervous and anxious, yet hard as a rock still, coming back to all fours and laying her down on the floor. Ember squealed and butted up against him. "Me next! Please? I wanna see if you can bulge my belly too now!"

"Alright, you've waited long enough for that," he huffed with a smirk, mounting her right there and making her squeal out again in pleasure. Like Jeela, there was barely any pain as his tapered, crowned tip prodded incessantly at her barrier, then she gasped out and shuddered at the surge of unusual sensation when his tip pressed right up into her womb, nudging aside the four eggs within her.

"That feels so weird but so fuggin' gooood!" she moaned lewdly, pawing at the floor and spreading her legs wider.

"No fair, I wanna feel that!"

"How can anyone take that whole thing?!"

"This is the hottest party I've ever been to!"

"Oh I want a turn I wanna get pregnant!"

Ember churred under the purple dragon, then squirmed when she felt another unusual sensation along her front. Glancing down between her forelegs, she watched with intense arousal as her belly poked out around his tip, his sheath meeting her nethers at last. She had his entire penis in her! It was so hot in that moment, her eyes rolled back and she quaked and shuddered under him with a breathy moan, cumming all over the floor under them. He could feel four hard shells against his length. Off to his side, he heard Cynder moan out in pleasure, and with a quick glance he saw that Flame had mounted her. He could smell so many different girls in heat. Moans around the room gave away the same thing - the party was heating up.

A heady rush of excitement filled the air, palpable by all, infectious and driving.

Estrus madness settled around the whole party and it quickly became one big squirming orgy, partners mounting each other without a care in the world, moans and roars and happy squeals of bliss echoing around the small party house.

Spyro lost all track of what was going on - all he knew was that everything felt so good, he didn't want to stop. The Patriarch in him was winning over, and for once, he didn't care.

In fact, for the moment, he relished it.

"Every girl here is leaving pregnant by the end of the night," he declared with a growl, grabbing his current partner's hips and bucking into her more forcefully, getting a sharp cry of pleasure in return. It was either Lapis or Lazuli, he couldn't yet tell the difference, but the way she clenched on his cock at his declaration told him all he needed to know - she was in heat, and she wanted his eggs, and he was going to give them. Bottoming out in her pussy, he grinned to himself when he felt her paw groping his tip through herself in astonishment.

Cynder purred and moaned under her partner, a big ice dragon plowing away at her pussy, while she suckled on an electric boy's tingly cock and someone she couldn't see licked all over her stretched pussy lips. She'd already lost count of how many loads had been loosed in her so far, and by whom, but now she didn't care as long as someone kept her filled, the Matriarch side relishing in all the sexual freedom. Flame and Ember were having passionate lovemaking, moaning to the ceiling as they thrust into each other and two of their friends thrust into them in a rare occurrence of Ember allowing anal sex.

At some point while refreshing himself with some cold juice, Spyro cleared up enough to realize a bit of what was going on. At least half the girls by now were full to the brim with his cum, and they were laying around on the floor in various stages of lucidity, some fast asleep, some looking ready to pass out, some being vigorously humped, and some chatting and giggling with each other. The girls not yet swollen with his cream were either busy with their partners or were forming a small line, anxiously waiting for him and fighting their own urges to tackle him and mount him themselves. One of the herm twins was round and heavy with his essence, but her sister wasn't, not yet anyway, currently too busy getting fucked silly by her sister-mate ahead of Spyro's impending breeding.

"Um...Spyro...?" came a shy voice to his side. One of the girls had approached him, a pretty peach-colored fire dragoness with ruby-red wings nearly the same as Cynder's. "Um...we were wondering...our mates are here with us but...could we...y'know...does it work if we get your cum in us while they're breeding us?"

He nodded. "Yeah. The Matrons tested that. There're a bunch of girls already pregnant with that technique while I was..." He sighed softly. "It...took me a while to get comfortable with the idea of having sex with other girls, not just my mate. I know for you all it's pretty standard but...for me an' Cynder, we were each others' everything for a while. So...while I worked out whether I could do this or not, the Matrons used my...my cum..." they giggled at his embarrassment, "to get some other girls pregnant in the meantime. Flame probably fucked it into most of them at the Temple."

"So...could we like...get a bunch of your cum right now and have them fuck us and...we'll get pregnant from it?"

"Yep. That's how it works."

A collective squeal rang out in the small group. "Can we do it right now??"

With a shrug, He smirked and rolled onto his back, presenting them with his bits and blushing a bit. "Just...be gentle please, already been through a bit tonight."

"It's so fuckin' huge!!"

"Ancestors look at these testicles!"

"Fuuuuck he smells so good..."

"We're not gonna have little purples though are we?"

"Seems not, sorry...but the Matrons said the babies should take after you."

"I need eggs in me!"

With that statement they were on him and Spyro had to fight not to moan out loud or buck up off the floor as no less than nine sets of paws and tongues were lavishing all over his crotch and his male parts and his belly. Off to the side, Cynder was watching sidelong while sucking off one of Flame's fiery friends, her paws cupping his warm nuts and her tongue bathing his shaft, making his toes curl and pre squirt into her throat. One of the shyer guys that had been sitting watching for most of the party, a younger electric boy with stormy-blue crests and a glaring white belly, nervously approached her and readjusted the wide glasses on his muzzle. "Ummm...miss Cynder...would it be alright if I... um..."

"One second," she replied, feeling her current partner about to pop. She purred on his shaft and deepthroated him, making him groan out and buck into her face, his member lurching and jetting a salty string of seed across her tongue. After having humped his girlfriend earlier, he was spent, and she gave his cock a parting kiss to the tip.

"Thanks..." he whispered, too tired to do much else besides wander off to flop against his newly-gravid girlfriend lounging on a pillow. Cynder turned to the new boy and smiled at him.

"Sorry."

"It-it's okay...um...is it...is it true you...heal guys?"

"Something about me seems to make them virile again, yeah, but I don't know what it is yet. This is still all new to me."

"...Could I...mount you too? I wanna get my girlfriend pregnant...she's been crying so many nights after our families were killed in the war and she wants to be a mother so badly!"

"Awww..." Rolling onto her back, Cynder spread her legs. "Well, we can definitely try!" His excitement was only barely contained by his hesitance to mount such a "legendary" figure, but his lust and eagerness won out and he carefully climbed over her and slipped his cock around on her cummy undertail a few times before finally sinking into her body, both of them moaning out in pleasure. "If it doesn't work," Cynder started, then moaned when his tip pressed against her g-spot, making her toes curl, "you can bring her to the Silver Grotto Temple that's being reconstructed...and we can try there with her...oooohhh that feels good..."

Off to the side, Spyro roared out and the girls around him squealed and laughed, a fountain of pearly white cream gushing into the air and splattering everywhere on them, one of the girls trying to catch the mess in a bowl. After collecting a decent quantity from him, they moved to get their boys, leaving Spyro to bask in afterglow and recover. Surprisingly, he wasn't chafing or sore yet, at least not externally, but his ejaculatory muscles were starting to burn inside.

"Is it...too late to get my turn?" came a voice nearby and he opened his eyes to find the other of the twins gazing at him nervously.

"I think I've still got some left..." he replied, stretching a bit. "Oof...bit worn out though...I haven't been to a party before or...had this much sex like this..."

"Can I ride you then?" she asked. "I wanna be pregnant too...please?"

"Sure." Wiggling to get himself more comfortable, he watched as she gleefully straddled him, rubbing her soaking netherlips against his chest as she tried to align herself with his tip. Soon enough he was inside and she was pressing back with a lewd, happy moan, eagerly grinding back and trying to get his tip through her cervix just like everyone else. It took some effort, but they both groaned out in ecstasy when his tip pushed through that tight barrier and into her womb, bulging her belly just like it had with her twin.

"I can't wait to have eggs..." she muttered, bouncing on his lap and groping at his tip through herself, gasping under her breath when the action made his penis throb powerfully inside her. For Spyro it was an odd sight, seeing a cute set of netherlips clenching around his girth while a pair of testicles bounced lightly under a slender shaft bobbing in the air with her motions and dribbling pre. It felt so strange seeing male bits on a female body, especially having a tangibly female part wrapped around his cock simultaneously. After so many orgasms so far, it took some doing to get him going, but presently he growled out and bucked up off the floor, his partner gasping out and cumming hard, then watching with glazed eyes and a look of pleasured surprise as she felt her belly swelling with each hot rush into her inner sanctum. "So much cum...!" she gasped.

"Yeah..." he grunted, coming down from his high and petting her belly. "And hopefully, lots of eggs."

She laid down atop him, blushing and smiling shyly and wiggling her hips to rub her netherlips against his sheath. "I...wow...thank you..." she whispered, her lip quivering. "I'll definitely get pregnant right?"

"So far as I know, yeah. The Matrons have a new space at the Silver Grotto Temple if you want to verfiy in a little while."

She looked off to the side at her twin and sniffled with a grin, then wiped her eyes. "Sorry...I shouldn't be...but we thought we were...defective for so long and...just...I can't wait to see if this works!"

"Seems Patriarchs can force a girl into heat and they're so potent it guarantees a pregnancy...and I could smell you in heat when you came over. So...here's hoping."

The smile on her face, that sheer eagerness and excitement, caught his attention and made him smile back. She slowly pulled herself away from him, moaning cutely as his shaft slid out of her tight snatch, then she turned around to kiss and lick him clean, giving his balls a parting nuzzle. Getting up slowly, a bit sore now from laying on the floor for so long, he stretched again and got himself another drink. He found Cynder on her back rubbing her belly while getting spit-roasted by the twins, Lapis thrusting into her pussy and Lazuli using her mouth. From what he could see of Cynder's muzzle under that heavy cum-belly on the watery dragoness, Cynder was smiling in bliss while suckling on that cock. Off at the dining table, Ember was on her side on the table, eating the cum out of one of her friends while a dark-scaled Earth dragon creamed her ass, his balls getting suckled on by an icy girl, who in turn was getting eaten out by Flame while a fiery orange male humped him. Most of the others were winding down though, snacking or getting drinks, idly chatting while reclining, but most were fawning over cum-bellies and talking excitedly about future prospects.

Seeing them so happy made him grin to himself.

This was what he needed to see. That the effort would be paying off.

It was almost morning by the time the party was "officially" over. Spyro and Cynder were thoroughly wasted, the purple dragon falling asleep nearly as soon as the last guest left, and Cynder following him soon after getting herself a cold water bowl. Flame and Ember grinned at each other, drunk on lust and love and exhaustion, giggle-fitting at nothing and everything.

"That was great..." she muttered, stumbling against him and nuzzling at his leg. "We gotta do this again..."

"Two eggs...I wonder how many others I must've sired by now then," Flame mused to himself, gazing at her cum-heavy belly. Ember purred to her brother and kissed him, Flame returning the kiss passionately and rolling her over to hilt himself into her snatch, both of them simultaneously moaning and gritting their teeth from the sensitivity and soreness. Slowly, gently rocking back and forth, they purred and kissed, relishing the quiet togetherness and the exciting news that they were officially parents together as well as with Spyro's progeny.

"Trying to put a few more in me?" she teased, squishing his cheeks playfully.

"Every chance I can get," he growled back, then bit down on her shoulder, making her go limp and gurgle in bliss and clamp on his cock. The noise made Spyro and Cynder wake up and stretch, then curl around each other with sore groans.

"You okay hun?" he whispered.

"Yeah...that was so much fun...but Spyro?"

"Yeah?"

"No more parties."

He gave a single chuckling huff in agreement and closed his eyes to nod off again.