Sleeping Bettayal
Another thing that popped into my head and I put on the internet.
The dream was always the same; Spyro wakes up with a massive headache, his throat dry and sore as hell. He would look over to find Malefor looming above him with his dick deep in Spyro's mouth and a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. When Spyro tried to pull away, Malefore's hand would clamp down around Spyro's neck like a snake, keeping him pinned helplessly under his big dick until he came. It had been going on for months, the nightmare always followed by Spyro waking from Malefor pounding himself into his throat over and over. The worst part of all though was the fact that whenever the nightmare ended and Spyro awoke, he would be covered in sweat and have a nasty taste in his mouth. That night's dream had been no different. Spyro felt sticky as he sat up, his heart rate already elevated at the memory of it all. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been able to sleep through the entire night without waking up sore and nauseous.
"Good morning Spyro," Ignitus greeted as he came out from behind a wall in his private study room. His voice was smooth, like honey flowing over your tongue. "How are you feeling today?"
"Like crap." Spyro muttered as he pulled off his blanket. The room they were in had been made up just for Ignitus; the ceilings were vaulted and decorated with murals painted by some unknown artist. They also boasted two comfortable beds, one that looked out over a magnificent view of the ocean below them and one with soft pillows where Spyro lay.
"Well I am pleased to see that you are up," Ignitus continued as he strolled around to the foot of Spyro's bed and took a seat there. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed contentedly, as if enjoying the cool air coming in through the glass windows. "You seem to have been having some trouble sleeping lately."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Spyro denied, trying to sound nonchalant despite how hot he was feeling inside.
Ignitus smiled down at him. "No? Well let us hope that the treatment we will be discussing today will help to make you sleep properly again." He turned his face back to the floor and spoke up loud enough for Spyro to hear over the sound of crashing waves. "I do not want to have to repeat my last visit here after you collapsed during our session."
The last time they had worked on a treatment together, Spyro had collapsed in Ignitis study room. He was supposed to have been getting some help for his anxiety problems.
Ignitus knew exactly why he had failed to get help for his problems and now was using Spyro's weakness against him. Unbeknownst to Spyro, Ignitus has been the cause of his continued nightmares.
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Spyro is a very deep sleeper, and one night Ignitus had come to Spyro's aid when he cried out in his sleep. His mouth was open, as if something was lodged in it, and he was trying to push something off of him. Seeing this awoke something within Ignitus, suddenly a heat emerged in his loins, the likes of which he hadn't felt sense he was in his first rut.
Looking at that warm inviting throat Ignitus couldn't resist. Spyro had already gone through a few ruts himself and had learned to control himself by now but Ignitus felt like it was his first rut. His large cock emerged from his well hidden sheath, his large pent up balls twitching in anticipation. His pupils becoming slits as he moved forward carefully; wanting to keep Spyro asleep. He couldn't resist as he slid his hands down the soft smooth flesh around Spyro's throat and then guided his dick head to that parted maw. Spyro was already experiencing this in his nightmare and this just made it more lucid for him.
Ignitus slowly pushed his dick into that waiting mouth, gliding along that tongue and into the throat surprisingly smoothly. It didn't even seem to register with Spyro as Ignitis kept pushing his cock deeper. Soon he had the head lodged all the way inside the back of the throat and Spyro was gagging loudly as it went beyond and into his esophagus. Soon Spyro was kissing Ignitis' sheath and was having a hard time breathing, his hands weakly pushing against Ignitus' legs, or as he saw it Malefor's. Ignitus could hardly believe he was completely sheathed in the younger drakes throat and stopped moving. It really had been too long. The feeling of this throat wrapped around him was unlike anything he had ever experienced before and it felt so good that he decided to stay where he was a while longer.
With one hand still on the back of Spyro's neck and with another gently rubbing the dragons stomach, Ignitus began thrusting slowly, enjoying every minute of it. Spyro seemed oblivious to the fact that his body was being used for such depraved pleasure; the only indication was a soft whimpering noise that managed to squeak by the large cock in his throat. The sound made Ignitis want to make it go on and on as he thrust into Spyro over and over again, feeling the younger dragons throat clench up each time he did so. It didn't take long until the older drake could feel that familiar tingle growing in his groin. With a last, deep thrust and an audible groan from Ignitus, he began spewing long ropes of hot sticky cum into Spyro's throat.
Ignitus was dazed by the intense orgasm, not noticing as Spyro's belly started to inflate with his cum. More and more, it started to backflow and spew from around his dick. By the time Ignitis came out of his he looked down and quickly pulled out of that lovely maw in shock. His cock blasting cum all over Spyro's face as Spyro coughed up cum and started to try and breathe again, still too immersed in his lucid dream to realize that it was all too real.
The sight of Spyro's cum bloated body and cum covered face burning itself into Ignitus' memory. He couldn't believe he had just done that. He felt guilt, embarrassment, shame, but overall LUST! He wanted to do it again. He would do it again, and he wouldn't ever stop. Not after finding this wonderful little fuckhole. One that doesn't fight back or require any work to get into. One that could be all his.
Ignitus made a decision to find out why Spyro was like this and keep him this way, his own personal sex toy for him to relieve his stress in.
He used his dragon magic to clean up all the visible evidence of what had transpired, and stepped out of the room. Spyro gasped himself awake a little while later with an awful taste in his mouth and an upset stomach. He felt bloated and dirty for some reason. Looking around he noticed he was still in Ignitus' study and sighed in relief, reassured that he was in a safe place away from Malefor and his dark desires.