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The Temple was quiet, save for the sounds of nature. Nothing but the calm and gentle beat of raindrops in the dead of night, the bioluminescent lights gleaming in the darkness, and the calls of the bugs that inhabit this swamp were heard.

It had been weeks since the night of Eternal Darkness occurred. Their battle had unleashed an influx of energy that would have destabilized the Mouth of Malefor, were it not for the motivation from his peers; Sparx and Cynder. Spyro's struggles against the darkness still permeated, even after they had escaped the crumbling mountain.

For a moment, Spyro thought for sure the battle was over. After so many moons though, the night with his battle against Gaul continued to haunt him. Not because of the Dark Master's return, but because of the darkness Spyro himself tasted. It was because of that moment that he realized what he was afraid of the most was not the Dark Master, but himself.

What was a dragon to do? How could he control himself? If it wasn't for Cynder bringing him out of that dark place, he might never have escaped. He would have fallen just as well.

Cynder, the only ever dragon he's known that was his age, the only other dragon who he thought should have another chance- another chance he gave her, not once but twice- helped pull him out of that darkness. For quite some time, he found himself attracted to her. There was something about her that he felt was familiar, similar to him. Someone who had no idea of how to live out the life they never got the chance to experience and live for themselves.

Cynder had a hard time adjusting to a normal dragon's lifestyle. Even now after they had returned from the mountain, she still struggled. The dragoness who was twisted and warped to become Malefore's pawn, and was the catalyst for his return. The dragoness who really didn't see herself as something that should have been spared, and yet she was. Spyro gave her what no one else had given her; freedom.

Sure they were the same age and size but he was a hero, while she was a monster who had helped the apes nearly genocided her entire race. Yet... he saved her. Why? Because that was who Spyro was.

Even now, however, the dreams haunted her. The dark voice in the back of her mind. The fear, the doubt, and the promises.

"He will turn on you, you know? You're nothing more than a monster to them. Locked up in a gilded cage for their black canary. They don't believe for a second that you're anything else other than a monster. You saw how Cyril looked at you... with venom and hatred..." the voice hissed in her ear.

Cynder tried to shake it off but it continued its venomous speech. "You are nothing more than a pawn, a tool. And soon, they will abandon you, cast you away. No one, not even Spyro, will come looking for you."

The dark dream was cast aside as little Cynder shot up from her bed and yelled; "SHUT UP!"

Her cheeks stained with tears, her breathing raggard and heavy. The words shook her spirit, and casted doubt on her being here. "Shut up! None of that is true! None of it! I wouldn't be here at all if that was even remotely true!"

Her voice carried off from her bedchambers. Rain continued to pour heavily. A rumbling of gentle thunder responded to the little black dragon's echoes.

"Cynder?" a familiar voice called out from behind her.

A soft voice, a gentle voice. The same familiar voice that pulled her from the darkness. It called to her, pulled her back from the darkness once again; "Cynder, it's okay. It's just a bad dream."

The tired purple drake approached her from the side and draped one wing around her. Spyro had been sharing the living quarters since the last fight. He was much more prone to those outbursts, having suffered from his own as well. The purple dragon hadn't been the same since the fight and the company of Cynder was about the only thing that put him at ease. Now he had to ease her weary and troubled mind.

Cynder's eyes brightened when she heard him call out quietly. She turned to see if it was an illusion, or a trick of the mind. But fortunately for her, it was Spyro, in the flesh. Not a dream. His wing draped around her was a clear indication that he felt real enough for her.

The purple dragon whose kind eyes pierced through the dark haze of doubt and hate with nothing but warmth and kindness... a kindness the dragoness was never shown in a single instance of her life. Cynder's fearful and harsh gaze melted away quickly when she registered him. Her face swelling up with tears as she brushed her head beneath his chin.

Cynder trembled like an autumn leaf fighting to stay on a tree during the fiercest of storms. She brushed her head against his chin for a moment before coming to rest it on his shoulder. "I...didn't mean to wake you up Spyro,." Her voice was low and heavy. A part of her expected to be chewed out for her outburst.

She closed her eyes tightly as she waited for a punishing strike against her face. Something she had grown accustomed to when imprisoned by the apes even before her corruption.

Spyro instead just nuzzled her back. A soft rumble escaped his lips as he did his best to reassure her. He could tell though that she was not doing so well. Even after having to deal with Gaul and the Well of Souls, there was still the fear of rejection, resentment, punishment, and being left behind.

"There's nothing for you to be sorry for," he said, his voice soft and warm. Not at all like how the apes treated her. Or how The Dark Master treated her. "You didn't do anything wrong, Cynder. I couldn't sleep anyways."

Cynder felt his words sink in. Soft and warm, like milk and honey. How he helped push back against the darkness she endured. While the decades of pain, abuse, and neglect she suffered from would never truly leave her mind, she found there was still some semblance of kindness in the world.

Whenever he spoke to her, whenever he was around, whenever he looked at her, the dragoness felt safe. The young drake helped her immensely, to the point where she could go outside, train again, and at least spoke to the guardians. Having him around helped her confidence.

When she was alone without Spyro though, she was hardly seen out of the bedchambers. When she trained, it was always with minimal confidence and energy. Spyro was her light in the darkness of her own mind and it was light she was quickly getting attached to.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" She asked, wanting to shift the focus on Spyro before he had the chance to pry into her nightmares.

Spyro gently laid her down back on the bed and retracted his wings. He looked over her, and the teenage dragon took a moment to appreciate just how beautiful she looked. Her proportions and figure were... ostensibly attractive.

One could write it off as a consequence from prolonged exposure to Dark Aether. Cynder's body didn't exactly mirror the same as her adult form. But it was still a form that had dangerous curves that promised a deadly night for any suitor that would try to persuade her. Though now, beside Spyro, those curves were for only his eyes to enjoy right now

She laid on her side, while supporting her upper half on her front paws, leaving her hind legs to lay lazily crossed over one another, with her tail curled closely to her side.

Spyro had to admit... being this close to her now and having the chance to be with her... he discovered something that he never actually thought about before. The kind of feelings and emotions that Volteer only told them snippets of. Teachings such as dragon courtship and mating.

But feeling and understanding these emotions were two different things, and the guardians had not yet properly taught him how to control his impulsive draconian desires. He looked over her, taking in her luscious form: her rounded, robust looking chest, wide hips and shapely thighs and flank, her slim belly. A part of him stared for a bit too longer than he was comfortable with and shook his head.

"J-just... when I felt the wave of dark magic hit me.... during that night... I... been having nightmares myself," The purple dragon laid down next to her as he recited his fears and nightmare. "I was afraid... afraid that.... I was going to lose myself and hurt everyone I care about. I thought the nightmares I had were of Malefor. But.... no... the nightmares were about myself. And... I was worried I'd hurt you and Sparx and... the guardians. The nightmares... of me hurting you all, and that scared me. You... deserve so much more, so much better."

Cynder didn't seem to mind Spyro's initial admiring gaze when he was looking over her form. She had assumed that the dragon was simply trying to find the words to speak. She couldn't have known that the dragon was eyeing her red and ebony form in a much different manner.

She couldn't have known the changes going through his body, what affected her own body must have been having on Spyro. Nor how she expected her spreading her hindlegs briefly exposed her slit to her savior's eyes as she tried to sit up on all fours and give the purple dragon the proper respect.

"You are nothing like that, Spyro. We saw you come out of that darkness, and you succeeded in doing so," she said as she placed her right paw on him. "You're too kind to someone who almost killed you and then sent you on a wild goose chase. You tell me I deserve better, and yet I feel as if...I feel as if..." she looked over at her metal claw on him. Then she pulled back and gently tugged on her collar. "How can you be so nice, when the world saw nothing but a monster for so long? An ugly, horrendous monster? You're not the monster you fear you'll be. But I know I am."

Spyro lifted his own paw and cupped the side of her face. He knew what she was saying about herself wasn't true. He knew deep down that wasn't her. It was never truly her.

The purple dragon looked into her eyes, saw who she really was underneath that corrupted form of hers, and saw that she was worth saving.

"Because that's not who you truly are. You've never been given a chance, a choice. You're free to do what you want and how you see fit now. And.... if I'm being honest? I... I think you're anything but a ugly, horrendous monster. You're beautiful, Cynder."

Cynder nuzzled against his paw and let out a soft and gentle rumble in response to his gentle touch. She wanted nothing more than to keep Spyro's warm paw on her. Then she pulled back from Spyro and listened to his words, hearing him compliment her made Cynder's eyes sparkle.

"Beautiful? Am I really?" she said in such a soft and quiet voice. Then, she started to cry. Tears fell down her black scaly cheeks as she looked at the floor beneath them. "Me? Beautiful?"

Almost as if by instinct, the purple dragon reached around her with both his forearms and wings. He pulled her closer and brushed his snout against hers. "You are Cynder. I do think you are beautiful. If... I'm being honest with you right nowI... I like you. I quite like you a lot. I don't think I ever felt something like this in my life. Not since that night when you asked if we could rest together, before you left the temple. There's so much more about you that I wish to know, learn, and understand."

Hearing Spyro opened up like that to Cynder, she felt a tidal wave of different emotions hit her. She couldn't contain both the sadness and the joy she felt as she was held by him, complimented by him again, and expressed how he felt about her. Cynder wished she could speak for a moment, wished she could open her mouth and reveal how she felt back to him. Yet... her own body wouldn't allow her too, at least not with words.

As he held her close, Cynder's emotions topped off, as she devolved into a sobbing, crying fit. The dragoness pushed herself closer to him. Close enough to feel his heartbeat, take in his scent through her nostrils, and feel his hot breath against her body.

What would occur soon after that night was a domino effect within Cynder. With both their bodies pressed so close together now, a new scent developed between Cynder's legs. A scent that was so faint and far at first, that it was almost impossible to smell. However, the longer Spyro spent in the embrace, he'd be swept up, taking in the scent that not even the most stoic male dragons could ignore.

Cynder continued to nuzzle against Spyro, crying still as she released all the emotions from the decades of abuse she suffered from both The Dark Master and his Army. Sure she was the one in charge of her own future now, but it was a long road to get to that point, a road that didn't have any end or rest stop in sight.

Though when Spyro spoke to her, she felt for sure that he was here. She would be safe, she wouldn't have to fear the Dark Master ever again.

"You're... you're wonderful Spyro. These past few weeks... Thank you. Thank you so much," she whispered in between he sobs.

Spyro growled in delight. He never felt anything like this before. So much warmth and joy, to be in the presence of this beautiful creature as she opened up to him. He wondered if she would ever fully recover, or if he was going to have to be her rock from here on out.

However, with her this close for so long, he could sense it. The faintest smell of the female. His eyes widened a bit, not sure what to properly describe this as. But... it was delectable. It smelled really good. Somewhere, in the depths of his mind... something began to untangle. Mixing in with the love and tenderness he had for the black dragoness, came a distinct presence.

Spyro felt a good variety of different emotions and sensations. Whatever this was, it was new. It was... something else. A hunger, a desire. Things that Spyro only knew through lectures, but only now experiencing them for the first time. An untempered darkness swelled within him.

She needed someone in her life. Someone to protect her... keep her safe... loved... and happy. She was so pure... so innocent compared to her corrupted form. So... vulnerable.

Spyro tried to shake those thoughts out. No, no he shouldn't think of Cynder like that. She was not some broken vulnerable creature and those stirring emotions... they didn't feel right. He couldn't just take advantage of her like that!

But then it wouldn't be. You just like her a lot. You want to keep her loved, saved, and protected. It's only natural to feel like this, right? You love each other after all, right?

"Cynder..." he whispered, with his voice trembling softly and quietly. A deep growl followed after.. He tried his best to contain his excitement, but he could feel it stirring in his loins.

Hearing him speak, Cynder lifted her head up to look at him. She breathed in the spiced cinnamon and heat iron waft up as she looked at him. Though now with their faces unobstructed, the purple dragon took in a much more potent scent from Cynder. Her body being triggered by another male had released more pheromones of her own. Though clearly, Cynder hadn't realized what her body was doing to her boyfriend.

"Sp...spyro?" She answered as she swallowed back her sobbing.

Spyro lifted up his tail to wipe her tears from her face.There was something that needed to be said but words alone would not be enough. Only actions could express the desires and feelings he was experiencing.

And he felt as though he should do it now... in case something bad were to happen.Spyro couldn't pull away from Cynder, and as their touch lingered, the sensations and desires grew more profound. He had to love her... hold her... and have her. And he had to show it. With just...

One.

Kiss.

One kiss was all he needed before the floodgates of emotions bursted down. His breath was heavy, hot, but clean. As his lips pressed against hers, it was as though all the worries he himself had were whisked away. And maybe it was something Cynder felt too. In that one moment... that passionate heated kiss, felt like an eternity. How long had forever felt to him in that moment and it couldn't have lasted any longer. He wanted more of it... needed more of it.

Spyro continued to caress the side of her face. He deepened the kiss with warmth, love and passion. But mingled in with that, something instinctual and what all male dragons would eventually come to deal with when they hit of age when such emotions were going to become commonplace.

Cynder's lips quivered as the purple dragon pushed in for the kiss. First it was soft, gentle, and sweet. Then it became intense, passionate, and feverish. All the while, the poor dragoness was an emotional mess still. She wanted to apologize to Spyro for looking like a mess, and being a sad sack of scales when he had just complimented her on her looks. She felt like she was ruining it. But then this happened... and now she wasn't sure what was going on.

"Mfmh.... W-what... Spyro, what...are...you doing?" she heaved in between those invasive, intense kisses. "Nngh... why does it feel... so warm now?"

Cynder's emotional breakdown finally stemmed to a slow and steady halt when Spyro had done something no other creature had done to Cynder. He was introducing her to something new and different. Something that felt... good. No, great.

The black dragoness tried to muster the courage she could to return the kiss back in equal measure. While she was able to return the same attention he was giving, she couldn't match the vigor, aggression and passion Spyro had in that moment. How his lips pressed into hers. Loud smacking wet noises in between their snouts resonated in her ears. His paws ran down from her face and held onto her sides.

His touch even felt sensitive to her now, and she couldn't help but etch out a soft and quiet moan. Her mouth was partially opened, and it gave Spyro a small taste of her breath, which even though it was warm like his own, Spyro could still somehow taste snowflakes, as if they were falling from her mouth. It was faint, yet, it was like a sharp taste of mint that lingered on her.

Everything about this felt so overwhelming to Spyro. So many different emotions and sensations, so many different... things. It was hard to explain. Words could not match this feeling.

He could feel the excitement, the intensity, the hungering lust mixing in with the innocent love. The moan she made only served to push him further into the role of being Cynder's mate.

Yes... her mate. That's what he wanted...this is what he was striving for right now. This here... with Cynder. Everything revolved around her at this very moment. She tasted so good... so cool... minty like and soft. Oh sweet ancestors... She was everything he wanted right now.

"Cynder... Mmf... mmgrhrhh... I love you so much... please... please don't run away again," he told her as he gently pushed her down on top of her nest bed.

Spyro heaved rapidly as he climbed atop of her. Head tilted aside, he locked his maw around hers and began to furiously make out with her. Tongue and spit mixed in together as the purple dragon felt his body go into autopilot. Humping gently against his little black diamond. His treasure.

For Cynder there was no darkness, there was no fear, no doubts. There wasn't a single thought of the Dark Master, or of the apes, or of her past. Even the nightmares felt so far away.

Spyro Was the only thing on her mind. Thinking his name now caused a surge of warmth to swell within her chest. The touch of his lips were so soft that they felt like a couple of warm berries. Oh how she could push into this, feel this moment and relish in it forever. His touch could easily make her lean against him in a never ending trust fall.

His own body was something she never really thought of. As a grown dragon, who achieved her form through dark magic, she only saw the purple dragon as some silly kid who needed to be put in their place. Then she saw him as a sweet innocent that was strong but she didn't want to tarnish.

Only now when they were blooming teens, the purple dragon looked oh ever so different. He was not as small or as chubby, but he had a stronger build now. Defined, dignified. It was only a matter of time before Spyro had a build that could put Terrador to shame.

He already sported a rounded, barrel chest that was stronger than a red oak. His paws were strong, firm, ones that cut through hundreds of apes with ease. They were able to pin her full size down when they battled. Last but certainly not least, powerful strong legs that never failed to help him take off.

Then there were his scales. Cynder never cared about Spyro being a purple dragon, but she did care for just how soft his shade of purple was. Something that looked like a warm midday cloud passing yonder, while the yellow scales were like a brick road that would certainly cause her eyes to follow.

If she wasn't in a deep kiss with Spyro, she'd be singing his praises.Not like she could even summon the proper words for Spyro, but she knew her own draconian instincts. She knew how to submit to a superior and she hoped this was a good enough sign for her hero. She lifted her head up and offered him her neck.

Of course, a dragon's instinct can recognize signs of domination and submission. He tried to fight against those feelings, those thoughts... but he couldn't. He just had to delve into what came naturally for a young dragon his age.

Beneath him was a female. Beneath him was his chosen mate. No one else could compare. Not that there was anyone to compare to begin with. Here they were, alone together, in the middle of a swampy abandoned temple, with four sleeping guardians and one sleeping dragonfly. The world outside meant little compared to the here and now.

It was just her and Spyro. No one else.

He caught his breath when they finally broke their long, intensive, passionate kiss. His breathing was rapid, deep and heavy as he peered at her luscious form. His beautiful black diamond... his gorgeous treasure. How his eyes gleamed with hunger at seeing the beautiful female's perfect curvature and form, how she had her neck exposed for him.

"That's it..." he whispered.

Cynder trembled when he heard him whisper like that. She felt like a calm black sea that seemingly begged for a storm to come and tear through the gentle waters. And what she got instead was a typhoon.

Spyro leaned forward, practically whimpering with unshackled lusts and inhibitions. He opened his maw wide and snarled. Then he latched tightly around her neck, going in for a firm and aggressive love bite. His mate let out a sharp cry of pain, yet, she did not protest. Blood trickled from her neck as his sharp teeth dug just enough to puncture her scales, and he could taste the rich, warm, and sweet iron taste of her blood.

"S-Spyro~!" Cynder exclaimed as she warped her forearms around his frame and held him. Gasping and trembling as she let the wave of pain wash over her, and subside, leaving only a numbing sensation as her mate still latched on her neck.

"mfrmfrh.... C--Chhyndhrher..." he muffled against her. "Mfmrhsho..ghhood..."

With his eyes closed, the dragon's own embrace loosened. They angled downwards along her back. Then, between his legs, something else stirred.... something burned. A great desire swelled within. His sheath stirred, and his balls tingled. Slowly his fat ridged cock came sliding out from its hole as the built up aggressive sensations of ecstasy and bodily pleasures began to overwhelm him, mind, body and spirit.

The way he held onto Cynder... the way he wanted her... longed for her... it made him wonder if this was what they should be doing. This is what dragons do when they love each other, right?

Of course Spyro. look how she prostrated herself for you. This is your opportunity to take it.

He opened his eyes to gaze at his mate. He could see Cynder had begun to truly submit to him now. How her nostrils twitched as she picked up the scent of Spyro's musk, and his growing excitement. Cynder's own body in turn, easily reacted to him as she felt the pressure of their bodies pushed against one another, outside of the firm bite around her neck, and a new feeling rode up against her thighs.

In her mind, she was worried, afraid. But she also felt excited, and happy. Her body reacted naturally, and she went along with her instincts. If she didn't want any of this, she would've said something right? Or at least push him away?

No, instead, she pushed herself up against Spyro. Her female instincts being the only thing guiding her body as her mind was focused on him. "Oh.... gods.... S-Spyro...!" she squeaked, her voice ever so soft and gentle.

The wild side of the purple dragon began to peak. His body tensed, scales draped in sweat, mind fuzzy and hazed with desire. He kept his gaze shut as he focused on the feelings of his body, not the sight of it. Going by what felt natural.

And then... the dragon within him trickled out. "Mfmrhfrhfr... mfmhh...Mine." he said. His breathing pacened and increased, and his body continued to burned as he dry humped her more and more. His cock slapped against her thigh floppily.

"Mine... Cynder... I... I want... I want you!" He growled into her neck.

He was still grinding against her. Chest to chest, crotch against crotch, all they felt in that moment were their bodies bristling with ecstasy and desire. He wanted her... and he was going to take her.

Cynder felt powerless against Spyro. Being held by such a dominant male in a manner had ticked the part of her mind. The part that naturally had given into the strengths and wills of another being.

But Spyro was someone who both cared for her and loved her. With that thought in mind, it only spurred the dragoness to keep on giving herself to him. If just a bite, kiss and a hump was already making Spyro call her his, then she will ensure to give him plenty of kisses, and more of her body to give.

She had to let herself feel vulnerable, give in, let him take control.

The black dragoness' pretty legs curled upward and dangled above Spyro's waist. She didn't have the energy to lock around him, and only twitched and bounced from the forceful dry humps from her beloved.

Cynder continued to whimper in excitement and pleasure. While her breathing was a bit constrained from Spyro's grip around her neck, she was able to respond physically to his demands. Mimicking his motions, Cynder brushed up against him, feeling his half-erect cock grind against her more and more before finally, he worked his way toward her slit.

If this was feeling good for her, imagine how Spyro felt. While his tool grinded against Cynder, she felt his length and his girth work her depths, spreading her vaginal walls as he hilted close to her innermost depths.

Spyro had begun his conquest. Cynder was unable to look between their bodies, not really knowing what was happening or what she was seeing in their beautiful union, but she spread her legs for him. Though the rough grinds warned Cynder of the possible size as he went deep and slow into her slit.

Nothing in the world could have possibly prepared her for the pain as her virginity was swiped by her hero.

"SPYROO~!" All Cynder could do was tighten her arms around the purple dragon's body. Her claws flex against his back, unable to truly penetrate his thick, scaly purple hide.

Her passage was just as hot as Spyro's member when it was tucked in her supple and tight warm depths. The sheer grip of her vaginal walls made it hard for Spyro to just simply pull away. Sure, it might have been painful for her. But Cynder was already thrusting her hips forward whenever he pulled out to push back into her snatch.

The dark urges within begin to swell. They were trying to take over now. Every sensation and feeling and scent, from her pheromones, to the grip of her pussy, the cries and calls of pleasure and passion she made, it only served to fuel that hunger he had been trying so hard to understand and control.

This sweet, warm and loving first time he was having was about to be twisted and corrupted. But he couldn't let that side of him go. There was nothing he could do to keep those urges at bay. And with horny teen dragons, the alien sensation was too much for him to ignore. And so, he delved into it... immersed himself in the pleasure.

This is right...this feels right... He thought to himself.

With how loud she was, Sparx could have woken up. Or worse, the guardians. Yet, he didn't want to tell her to keep quiet. He wanted to hear her sing.

Sing for me Cynder... oh sing for me. I want to hear you cry out for more.

Every second felt like an eternity. Every moment spent with him pounding into her. His thrusts were rapid, intense, and a lot more aggressive now than they ever were before. Spyro was able to reach deep enough that the base met her slit lips. His fat golden nuts slapped against her backside as he drove in and out, in and out. Bestial grunts and pants could be heard from him. It was not a calm and composed civilized dragon that was making love to Cynder right now, but a beast.

Cynder held onto her lover tightly as her breathing became heavier and rapid. The harder and faster Spyro went, the more intense the feeling was. How her walls gripped his shaft, how his ridges scraped along her and caused her to flinch and spasm. Her mind was bombarded with a cascade of feels and sensations she never knew could exist. Somehow, the pain felt good, and the good felt fantastic. Yet, words could not describe what was going on, what she was feeling, experiencing. Cynder didn't want it to stop, even as she began to tear up and cry.

The black gem sobbed and moaned and cried out in both pain and pleasure. If it was ever uncomfortable, she never said. Yet, all she could do at that moment was submit to Spyro. Her cherry was cleanly plucked with little issue, and quickly the ness was learning to embrace the bits of pain that came with such a passionate love making.

After all, this was natural, right? He wanted her, right? That meant she needed to do whatever was needed of her to keep him, to keep Spyro happy and to keep him by her side. Her body belonged to Spyro. That didn't mean she wasn't enjoying what he was doing to her though.

The rapid thrust of his cock only made it harder for her own soaked sex to keep a firm grip on the member. Her moans and cries grew louder and more passionate, erratic. The pain and pleasure melding together had her incoherent, unable to say his name. Her voice only sang to him in sobbing cries and blissful moans. She had no right to stop Spyro from claiming what was his by right. She would do what she could to prolong his own pleasure. Even if Cynder did not know what was going on with his heart and mind at the moment. He loved her... he loved her so much.

Which is why it made sense for Spyro. It was natural that she would give herself to him. After all, she owed him. The risks he took to save her, keep her home and safe. And when she went off to the Mountain of Malefor, he went there to get her back. And he did, and she belonged to him now.

But that's wrong though. That would take away her agency and will.

But she'd be safe from Malefor if you were the only one influencing her. And she wouldn't run away again if she found a new purpose.

And she found her purpose. Being his mate. It'd make sense.

He held onto her. Both love and lust filled his mind and spirit. However, the darkness and the corruption has taken root now. It was time to give into those urges more. And he continued to fuck her harder, faster, proper,, like a true dragon should.

He held her firmly, pressed his body against hers. His thrusts became more wild and erratic, with the intent to dominate, to conquer, to BREED. He finally pulled off from her neck and stared into her emerald eyes. Grunting and huffing, the purple beast finally drove himself further into the heat of desire and locked his lips around hers. In a deep, heated kiss. His eyes were staring into hers with passion, obsession, and desire.

* PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! PLAP! SLAP! *

His forceful motions and thrusts resonated throughout the bedroom. The mixture of slapping clapping had matched the vibrant cries and moans of his beloved black gem beneath her. The bestial and domineering side of the young purple dragon did not let up. Sweat caked both their bodies, spraying out with every forceful motions he made. The colliding of flesh joining in with the moans and the sex. It was like music to the hungry purple beast's ears.

* PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! *

The music of sin and vice continued to stretch across the bedroom.

Even if Cynder knew of the darkness that was tainting Spyro's heart, she wouldn't be able to really tell the dragon not to embrace it, not when he had her pinned with his cock pounding away inside of her.

His balls slapped against her with enough force that they easily slapped her rear and caused her to wobble and buckle. And with the ferocity of his cock pounding away inside of her, claiming her so that no one else will, Cynder wouldn't be able to stop his darkness even if she tried.

And after all, how could she? She knew what her body was meant for. What it meant to the Dark Master. It was what she was trained for too.

She briefly thought in the midst of the pleasure she was feeling: This is what I was meant for. As Spyro hammers his cock deep into her soaked and quivering, abused slit. Cynder found a pleasant comfort in knowing that it was Spyro, not Malefor, who would have her.

In the middle of their kiss, Cynder started to pull away as she felt a new sensation, one that amplified everything she was feeling in one go. All while Spyro increased his force and pace ten fold. His savage grunts and snarls in their heated kiss had revealed to her that he was unable to stop, that he was experiencing something as well, deep in those hungry eyes.

Her mind felt hazy with the pain. It was as though she was about to pass out. But the buildup of ecstasy and euphoria between her legs. Her legs buckled and her body trembled and everything inside of her shook. The intensity, the savagery, the near insatiability of his motions as the pain and pleasure made her stop breathing for a moment as her body tenses. Then, after several agonizing seconds, her pussy clamped down around Spyro's cock, just to douse it with the dragoness's nectar.

She threw her head up and screamed unto the heavens as Cynder's experienced her first ever climax. Spyro loved it though when she screamed like that. So many primal intense emotions behind her expression. It was invigorating, captivating. Though he couldn't have her do that for too long. He shoved his lips back into hers, silencing her mid-scream, or muffle it. But gods the way she clamped around his shaft caused him to thrust harder to push through the friction.

And, just as she hit her climax, the purple dragon rapidly slammed his hips against hers again and again and again in a frenzy until finally, he let it go! One last thrust and the purple dragon buried his cock deep into his mate's supple depths. His balls twitched and churned, draining their contents into her fertile and beautiful pussy, making sure he filled her the very brim.

Both Spyro and Cynder kept the kiss going as long as they could. The pain died down, and Cynder could feel her body had swelled slightly to accommodate a pent up teen male's first load. Though the slight overflow did leave little to be desired. She wanted to keep the cum all inside of her. The feeling of his seed dripping down her body was wasted potential in her instinct driven mind.

Finally, when they broke the kiss, she looked to him and said; "I'm yours," with a tired, loving voice as she slowly tucked her head along the crook of his neck.

"Yours." She reaffirmed, and dared not pull herself back. She wanted to keep his cock buried in her.

Spyro, also tired, replied back in a deep, hungry, albeit still loving voice. "You are mine... and I will keep you... protect you... no one else will have you..."

Cynder eventually fell asleep, still pinned beneath him but too exhausted to adjust her body. She just let herself become wrapped up by his arms and wings as he nested atop of her. His eyes still burned with desire.

He peered up and watched the room, making sure nobody would enter as he nestled right atop of his mate, still buried in her as he whispered; "She is mine... all mine."