Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse



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CHAPTER 28
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"Now that Flame and Ember have arrived," the old dragoness addressed the group before her, "I think it's time we established roles and professions here.  This breeding program has a ten-year expectation of operation, after which we will need to see how the population is faring before we continue or restructure.  I would like to extend an invitation to you males here present in this gathering to be contracted as breeder studs and test subjects for the virility experiments.  Non-invasive, totally voluntary, and we will fully explain the procedures and expectations to you per experiment basis."  

Her sister flared her wings for attention.  "These studding jobs will be compensated, of course.  We already have an influx of panicking females and families after the audacious letter circulated through the lands.  Positions will begin immediately, and do bear some stipulations, primarily that comfort and wellbeing are top priority for both yourself and our clients.  Experimentation will be going alongside these jobs.  Mostly just observation, but we do expect- nay, require you to observe your various aspects such as stamina, semen production, soreness levels after copulation, et cetera.  We will give you a more comprehensive list should you choose to accept."

Their third sister took her turn, adjusting her ridiculously thick glasses.  "As for the females and hermaphrodites here present, we have similar duties for you to attend should you choose, primarily as consorts to entertain males arriving with their females.  Yes, we are paying you to flaunt your bodies and have sex as you deem proper.  The same requirements apply for safety and wellbeing.  If, at any time, you feel threatened, do not hesitate to call out to our security staff.  Even if clients attempt to dissuade you from raising an alarm, your safety is paramount.  We will deal with any fallout from incidents, so do not feel the need to concern yourself with our safety, we are here for your benefit after all."

"Does anyone have any questions?"

Quite a few wings or paws went up.  "Flame?"

"I get the paying us to be glorified prostitutes," he said with a smirk, getting a few laughs or snorts, "but what other occupations might there be?  I'm assuming the payments for our services aren't a daily thing since there are likely to be days we don't fuck around all day."

"True enough.  There will be a jobs board listing at various boards around the town for paid odd jobs, and we are always looking for other roles as well, including scavenging, foraging, hunting, materials workers, part-time security, waste removal, and other essential duties.  When the children begin hatching, there will be babysitting and educational duties as well, and we will do our best to make sure everyone is supported in their efforts of supporting us."

Her sister flared her wings again.  "I am also arranging for job fairs to take place here so that anyone who wishes to take up a profession can receive information and consultation.  This will be an invaluable resource once the children are old enough to start seeking their own ways in the world."

Spyro and Cynder observed the gathering quietly, keenly feeling many eyes flicking or gazing their way.  "With all due respect to the madams and the heroes, but...what will Spyro and Cynder be doing, as Patriarch and Matriarch?"

"Spyro will, at his discretion, be breeding directly or providing semen, which you will use as part of your studding duties.  Cynder, at her discretion, may be assisting us with consort entertainment or offering eggs for adoption.  We are still hashing out their roles, but for now Spyro's role is the paramount here, and as such I would advise not inhibiting his duties."

"This is important, mind you, for the future, but that is not to say your roles are not equally important.  After all, he is still only one dragon, and we will have a number of females coming for eggs.  Spyro's semen only works by copulatory interaction.  We are still determining the exact nature and mechanics of these limitations, but your efforts of breeding the clients is just as important as his production.  Spyro may also have to leave for indefinite periods of time if situations arise, and your roles will cover for his absence.  And this won't be just for this year alone.  We still have young girls and teenagers growing up who will be going into heat within months or a few years, so if you're lucky, you'll be the ones to introduce them to the pleasures of mating in heat.  The primary duty of the breeder role is to thoroughly pleasure your partner, as that gives the best chances of multiple eggs."

"What kinds of defenses do we have?  I'm...a bit terrified we might get attacked here..."

"I cannot divulge that information, but we are well aware of the potential dangers and are pursuing defensive avenues appropriately.  That being said, if you see anyone or anything suspicious, do not hesitate to let us know."

"What do we do for entertainment?  It's gonna get boring here fast."

"We have some entertainers arriving within a few weeks to put on shows. and we are also planning on some sparring arenas for you boys and girls looking to burn off some energy.  Girls within reason, of course, can't risk the precious lives growing within."

"Musicians have also expressed interest for the Silver Grotto, so we may have live impromptu music residents working with those of you already into music.  While our primary focus is increasing our numbers, we are doing our best to make sure you have creative outlets as well."

"What about the other races here?  Is this a Dragon city like Warfang or...what are they doing here?  Not to be insensitive, I'm just...confused."

"It's in everyone's best interest that we recover our numbers, as we Dragons are intrinsically linked to the wellbeing and lifeblood of this world.  The non-Dragons are here to help in matters we cannot perform, especially with their more nimble hands.  There are some jobs we just cannot do.  And no, this is by no means a Dragon-centric locale, despite being a breeding center.  We will not tolerate elitism, and this will be made very clear.  Everyone is here to help in some capacity, so if you need that help, please reach out, and if someone needs your help, likewise."

"Things are still under construction...will the school be ready in time?"

"It is on schedule, yes, and there are still families looking to move here for the breeding program, families with young children, so they will need the educational outlet ahead of these new generations."

"I know we've been having some displays of casual sex in the streets, but is there going to be a policy regarding this?"

"Depending on if issues with it arise, but not much more than what is already commonly accepted.  We are not averse to public intimacy, sex is what the Grotto here is for after all.  Just don't let it interfere with operations and responsibilities."

"Why are you looking at us??" Ember yipped, getting a few laughs.

"Flame, are you willing to take up the mantle of a breeder?  Your earlier volunteer work precedes you and we are willing to give you a more...executive position as such."

"So I'm the Sex Guardian?" he asked with a smirk.

"I don't know if we can go that far, but perhaps it would be equivalent for this location."

"Heh...well.  Breeder, hell yeah, but I'd have to think about that kind of higher responsibility.  Would it interfere with my relationship with Ember?"'

"Likely no further than any other provisional job here.  We can hash out the details afterwards.  This is a family-oriented location."

Cynder idly nuzzled at her eggs under her wing, tuning out most of the conversation.  Spyro kept glancing at Volteer and Terrador across the room, their warning still rattling around in his head.

The meeting finally came to a close, with the interested parties gathering to chat with the Matrons about the positions.  Flame and Ember, predictably, were at the head of it all.  Nosing at his mate, the purple dragon gave her a quick nibble.  "Gonna go follow up with the Guardians.  Wanna come with?"

"I think I'm gonna stay and watch how this plays out.  I'm probably gonna be part of this virility experimentation so I wanna see if they want my input."

"Alright.  Love you."

"Love you too."  Sharing a kiss, they purred to each other, reluctant to part, but finally the purple male went over to the two Guardians.  Retiring to another chamber, they closed the door tight and Spyro sighed heavily.

"So...you're sure about this?"

"As sure as we can manage..." Terrador grunted.  "I am loathe to admit but...times are changing and we must adapt.  The Guardianship will be retiring in a month, temporarily...but of course, as life will have it, as soon as we reached this decision another potential crisis is rearing up."

With a light growl, Volteer shook his head.  "Curses and vexations, temporal alignment consternations befoul us malignantly.  But we have more or less confirmed earlier suspicions.  Spyro, it would be prudent to gather your copious ejaculations in earnest these next few days, as a stock for research and breeding needs.  The Matron's would like for you to collect a few jars today to bring the new breeder jobs immediately as a panic reduction, and continue to do so for the next few days to generate a buffer.  I...do not anticipate any golem obstructions of operations but...do be ready to move quickly.  If you do have to move against them, I am providing you with these magical snare devices."  Holding out his paw, a group of small cuboid devices floated, orbiting each other slowly.  "These are still experimental, but efficacious nonetheless,  capable of enshrouding golem detritus and cancelling the self-deleterious magical breakdown.  The fangs Cynder procured have proven vital, but only so far, we require more samples if at all possible."

"What are you looking for in them?" he asked as he took the cloud, watching the tiny objects gravitate to his paw and remain circling each other.

"Magical programming, activation source, guidance commands, perhaps even a direct link to the caster, should such exist.  And...of course, that potential fear we spoke of earlier."

Spyro shuddered at the idea.  "And that's why you're having me attack them?"

"Predominantly because you are the most efficacious choice by blessing of your color significance, but the secondary being that concern, yes."

"How will I be contacted then?"

"Messenger here, so it is imperative for a while that you run a more or less regular routine so we know where to expect you.  I know this is not ideal after you intended to settle down but...our hope is it may provide the missing links in our research into your curse."

"Alright...do I need to inform Sparx and my parents?"

Nodding slowly, Terrador flexed his wings.  "It may be good to do so, yes.  Considering the density of golems in Tall Plains, I am wary of the potential that they could go rogue.  There is no evidence yet that they would, but...if there truly is a driving force behind these things, Tall Plains would be an ideal place to strike with a golem attack.  The harvest economy they command is a crucial keystone in our world recovery efforts.  I hear they're seeing improvements already after one of their rituals."

Spyro rolled his eyes and sighed.  "Great...my balls are in danger."

"What was that?"

"Nothing.  Sounds like I might be needed there soon again.  I'll go pay Sparx a visit after I...collect."

"Good.  I would like for you to revisit Dante's Freezer again as well if you are able, and verify the Trolls are no longer active.  I am wary of the quietude there."

"What does Dante's Freezer have to do with anything though?  It's a frozen wasteland...isn't it?"

Volteer shook his head.  "After the planet's fracturing, the area has been flowing with Aether of the gelid type.  Scouts have reported seeing various strange creatures therein, including some thought long extinct.  But the main concern is the Trolls and their warlike tendencies.  Many of our scouts have not been able to weather the deepened cold of the Freezer with so much Aether flowing freely, and we'd like to confirm the Trolls are not mustering their undead forces with this confluence of superfluous energy.  If they are...you know what to do."

"I...kinda do miss the adventure scene, with all this stress about the future.  But I don't want to miss our kids hatching..."

"Yes...a reasonable concern, but life is apt to frustrate our desires.  Just do be aware of what needs to be done.  Our paws are tied with the temporary Guardian dissolution and rearrangement as we attempt to better ourselves in our directions.  For now, Spyro...you are the Aether Guardian.  The Temple will respond to you appropriately should you require it.  Cynder, likewise, is the Shadow Guardian, again temporarily until we iron out these issues."

"You...haven't found a successor for Ignites yet, have you?"

They glanced at each other, looking a bit crestfallen.  "Not as of yet.  Some Fire acolyte hopefuls, but...none with the tendency for sagacity required of Guardianship.  We had hoped to perhaps convince Flame, but he is not leader material in the sense that the position requires, and his talents are better spent in a family role as he has chosen with his sister."

"As for the invitation to Anglapala, Ignitus has some old vestments at the Temple you may use to elevate your appearance for royalty.  I...think he would've wanted you to have them anyway, now that you have grown enough to fit them."

"...Thanks."

"Are you holding up well here?  You do appear less stressed."

At that, he smiled a little.  "It's still stressful, but...I think I'm just slowly getting used to the insanity of this situation.  My biggest concern was Cynder losing her progress on her mental health, but she's settling into this more easily than I am and it gives her an outlet for her sexual needs.  And...she has friends here now.  I think she needed that."

"She certainly did.  It is good to see her finally opening up socially."  Stretching his wings again, the Earth Guardian sighed slowly.  "Now that you have the capture devices, we must take our leave and return to our chores."

"How do I use them?" he asked.

"Bring one from your inventory, or several if you anticipate the need, and throw them, and guide them with your elements to ensure impact.  They will automatically operate themselves on contact with magically contrived surfaces, but there is a size limit to their shroud.  Those fangs are at the limit.  You can use multiples to form a net, but it must be an inert piece, they are not capable of withstanding the struggle of a motile subject.  I understand the last one you fought could summon it's pieces together?  The field should negate such a summon ability.  Bring us any captured pieces at the Temple and we will deal with them from there.  The devices should allow you to safely pocket any catches with your inventory magic."

"Alright.  Thanks.  But how did Cynder manage to net those fangs?"

"We are still researching that, but the predominant theory is that her specific usage of elements somehow stopped the self-deletion pattern of golemic magic, at least for the frequency of that particular material.  If you are up for experimenting on using elemental combinations to try to achieve a similar effect, your notes could be extremely valuable to this research effort.  Do take note of any oddities experienced in combat or potential reactions to your elemental wavelengths."

"Got it.  So...I just wait around to hear anything?"

"And pray nothing happens...that would be ideal, but just in case of the worst."

"Forewarned is forearmed, and forearmed is foremost."

"You remember my lessons."

"How can I not after several boulders to the head?"

That got a chuckle from the older dragons.  "Take care, young one, and may the ancestors look after you."

"May they look after us all..." he replied, hearing Ignitus's voice echoing in his head with that response.  "...I miss him so much..."

"We all do, Spyro...but I know he'd be proud of you."

After the purple dragon left the room, Volteer stretched and quivered.  "I am...shockingly apprehensive for this endeavor.  I have not courted females in decades..."

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?"

"After the last few days of meditation...I am still unsure, but I do detect a form of prompting, perhaps.  I feel less inclined to Guardianship and moreso towards family life."

"I am sure you will find someone, then.  I will return to the Temple."  

Terrador left, the Electric Guardian remaining to mull over his own thoughts for a bit.  Reaching down, he gently groped his balls and sheath, slowly rolling his testicles back and forth between his toepads, his eyes absently studying the flexible scales covering his scrotum.  Would any female still find him desirable as a life mate?  Ember had been quite eager for him to mount her, but casual flings were one thing...what he wanted was something else entirely.  "Cirra..." he muttered, then sighed heavily and shook his head.  

Cynder slowly ambled down the hallway, her mind spinning in thought while she idly nosed at her eggs in the carrier around her neck.  Without her Matriarch abilities in full blossom yet, she didn't know what she could provide for the breeding efforts beyond egg adoption.  Consort duty for incoming breeding families sounded nice and all, but also overstimulating for her social anxiety.  Maybe she could focus on culinary stuff instead?  And then there was that invitation pending for them to visit royalty...but her eggs were about to hatch.  Would they be protected if they were to hatch in transit to or from Anglapala?  Or even there at the kingdom itself?

Her mind tumbled with darker thoughts on that subject.  She did want to visit and at least try to make an impression, but something nagged her in the back of her mind.  If her babies hatched on Anglapalan territory, would someone raise a stink about them being citizens of the kingdom instead of the Grotto or Temple grounds that were her home?  She didn't like the idea that someone might try to claim citizenship of her children as a control tactic against them.  Her time under the Dark Master's rule had left an indelible distrust and wariness of the potential dark sides of political manipulations.

No...perhaps it was better she remain here with the eggs and have Spyro represent both of them to the royal families.  It was at her discretion, after all.  

But, then again, would it be safer for her babies if they were considered Anglapalan by rite of hatching there, and thus be more eligible for protections?  If there were dark tendencies for politics, could she maybe turn those tables to her uses to protect her kids?  A brief thought raced through her head that perhaps if she were to lay with the king or prince, she could curry some favors for her family...but that was a hot mess unto itself and likely not worth the trouble.  All kinds of political doors that could spell disaster.

Back to the more immediate concerns, she felt a bit of peer pressure...so many younger and older girls here looked up to her as an example...would it be right for her to leave them to the breeding duties, or should she work on her own issues and join them in pleasuring the males while their females were impregnated?  It was an alluring idea, at least for her enjoyment of sexual pleasure...but that concept Spyro had brought up back at their home, having so many dicks in her...it did still leave her with an odd sensation of guilt.  While she loved sharing her body with those she considered "worthy", to be mounted by males she didn't share that connection with felt...wrong, somehow, like the aftermath of that party.  It has been a fun and mostly worthwhile experience, and she did enjoy the sluttiness with her friends...but outside of that chosen circle, she couldn't really shake that awkward regretful feeling haunting her.  It was the same thing Spyro had been concerned about when this curse issue had first been sprung on them.  His naive insight had been strongly on-point.

Maybe it was best for her to remain selective.  After all, the insistence on her discretion was there.  The sexual pleasure was great, but she was more than just her bits.  At least she had that knowledge contrast after the party...had that been Ember's design?  That damn minx...Cynder rolled her eyes and smirked.

Her musing brought her to the library, where Volteer was chatting with one of the older Matron students, a fiery lady with yellow scales fading to red and maroon candle-flame crest sweeps.  "Ah, Cynder, are you well after the meeting?"

"Yeah...just got a lot on my mind."

"Do you require insight?"

"...Not sure, I'm just...worried about the royal invitation."

Volteer smiled at his companion.  "Apologies, madam, I should adjourn briefly.  Perhaps after your duties, a culinary assemblage?"

"I look forward to it, I need to get back to my sortation anyway."

Cynder blinked at the exchange, then followed the electric dragon out of the library.  "I...thought Guardians couldn't date?"

"It is complicated, but suffice to say we require some...personal redirection to face the challenges of the new world workings."

"Huh..."

"So what befuddles your mind regarding the Anglapala invitation?"

"I'm just...I feel like I should go and make an appearance as a courtesy but I'm afraid of showing up there and being targeted for my past...and our eggs are showing signs of hatching soon, and I'm kinda concerned that if they hatch on the trip, someone might pull some legal bullshit on us regarding their citizenship.  I mean, Anglapala may be providing us protection and funding for the breeding effort...but the children of the world saviors being citizens of the kingdom...sounds like a huge opportunity someone might take."

"Mmmm, yes...your tactical mind is still sharp as ever."

"Kinda have to be since some are still on edge about me..."

"Unfortunate necessity.  Admittedly it has been quite some time since I last entertained royalty, but your concerns are valid.  Towards which vector does your instinct incline you?"

"I'm not sure.  I don't have enough information about Anglapala or it's leaders, and I haven't been able to ask the visiting ladies."

"I would highly suggest asking Drakasini Emeralda.  She is a proud neutral party as part of the kingdom's advisory board."

"I'm also concerned someone might ask me to have sex as a means of some kind of favoring or conditional for something."

"That, you need not worry about.  To my understanding, using sex as a means of manipulation is tantamount to treason within their borders.  You can thank the Matron sisters for setting up that protection years ago." 

"I see...that helps to know."  She eyed him sidelong.  "Were you trying to date that researcher?"

He gave a little half-smile.  "Your inquiries gave us...a lot to think about, honestly."  He paused and turned to her.  "It was perhaps your outside eye looking in that led us to the current decisions we are partaking.  I...have been entertaining the notion of pursuing fatherhood and mateship.  Though, finding a suitor is difficult with age.  She is...at least open to the attempt, but any staying power is yet to be seen."  He opened his mouth for something, but then stuttered and looked away.  "Are you...still amenable to your idea of surrogating eggs?"

"I think so.  We did find a family interested in adopting my next clutch."

"I see..."

"Flame and Ember are still debating keeping them but...I kinda don't think they will, at least not this clutch since they already have four incoming."  She smirked a little.  "Why?  Are you looking to get under my tail?"

His wings flared a bit.  "N-no of course not, that would be inappropriately forward of me!"

"Would it help take the edge off your dating worries?"

"Cynder, are you offering me your body as stress relief?"

She glanced at her egg-heavy belly, rubbing herself with her wings.  "I couldn't help but see how you were looking at me while I'm pregnant.  And...I do kinda want to try it.  Ember said you fucked her quite well, so there's also that."

"And is Spyro amenable to our...exploration?"

"Considering he fucked ten girls in a row last week, yeah, he's fine with it."  She blushed heavily.  "Would also be...experience, with older, larger males...and if you are okay with it...I'd like for you to be my first experience in that regard."

His storm-blue eyes roved over her body with a longing gleam full of restraint...a swiftly eroding restraint.  "I...cannot deny the thought had long plagued my fantasies..."

"Only if you want to...and it sounds like there's not much standing in your way anymore."

"There is...one...aspect I am somewhat unable to circumvent for myself..."  he cleared his throat and his wings rustled nervously.  "I am not really one for...casual spontaneous flings, in the vernacular, without due prior relationship formation...hence my desire to court that nice lady."

"Ah...I guess you're more of a slow build up?"

"Yes.  Flame and Ember were...again, a lapse in judgement, out of sexual frustration, and it is not something I wish to make a habit of...while I would love to mount you and take up your offer, I'm not sure I can mentally motivate myself on such a spur of the moment decision."

"I see.  I'm so used to everyone just going at it whenever and wherever.  Would you need to take me out on a date too?" she added with a giggle.

"Erm...perhaps something more...akin to teacher and student perhaps such as earlier...but a gradual process."

"That'd be fine.  I didn't really take you for a slow burn type with how quickly you fire up for chatter topics."

"Mmm...different strokes, I believe the vernacular goes.  Knowledge is one thing...intimacy is another."

"I guess I'll wait for an update on those fangs and we go from there?"

"Perhaps, or something else.  But...yes, I would like to experience that with you.  Just need...the circumstance."

"Perhaps a more thorough sexual education session?" she asked with a wink.  "You Guardians didn't really help us much in that regard, after all."

"Hah...apologies again on that.  Perhaps that would be a good route.  Let me get my thoughts together about this dinner date though.  I should prepare for her."

"Oh yeah, no, go get ready then!"

"I think I can better answer you about the royalty topic when I am...less distracted."

On her way to head outside, Cynder passed by the breeding rooms, smelling her mate nearby.  Peeking into an ajar door, she smirked and shook her head when she found Ember happily bouncing atop Spyro's lap, her swollen belly sporting the telltale pronounced bulge of the purple male's generous length.  Another room over, she could hear why, Flame's voice muttering something with a naughty tone and a replying shy giggle.  Nudging the door open, Cynder found a small stock of more magic containment bottles at the ready.  "Helping him collect?"

"Oh hey...mmmph~" Ember replied, biting her lip when Spyro thrust up off the cushions into her.  "Yeah, I got horny again listening to Flame...but he cums enough to fill me at least once right?  I need it!"

"He sure does~" the black dragoness churred, coming over and kissing Spyro deeply.  The purple male growled into her mouth and kissed back, lifting a paw to hold her cheek.  

"Hey...was gonna collect but...you see what happened."

"Inevitable."  Smiling at him, she giggled.  "Make sure you exhaust her.  We can collect after she gets what she needs.  Not like you run out, right?"

He smirked back, then grabbed Ember's hips and started bucking up off the cushions into her, making the pink dragoness cry out in bliss and squirt all over his belly, her body seizing up and quivering with the waves of ecstasy crashing over her.  Continuing to piston into her depths through her climax, Spyro rubbed his cock against the eggs in her womb, grinning at the sight of her blissed out pregnant body riding him.  "Let's see how many times I can make her cum before I fill her."

Cynder couldn't help rubbing herself with her tail, already rather aroused from her earlier discussion with Volteer.  Ember tried to reply, but could only force out a pleasure-strangled gurgle between gasps for breath.  She fell forward, Spyro catching her and holding her up while he kept thrusting.  "Haaaah-" she churred out, then shuddered, cumming again and spurting all over his crotch.

"I know the feeling, being pregnant just intensified the pleasure," Cynder cooed.  It felt odd yet somewhat satisfying to see someone else going through exactly what she'd experienced.  Wet scales kept plapping together while her mate fucked Ember through yet another climax, the pink girl's eyes rolling back as she lost herself to the pleasure of that massive breeding tool plowing her.  

"Think she's had enough," Spyro muttered, giving her a few more deep thrusts before holding her hips to his own and growling out.  Cynder watched closely as that bulge of his tip in Ember's belly scales throbbed visibly and her pregnant middle started to slowly but steadily increase in size, his thick hot cream bathing their eggs and filling her up in an attempt to further impregnate her.  Ember squealed out and peaked once more, humping pitifully against him in her exhaustion, riding out the blissful shivers in her core.  Finally they both came to rest, Cynder having to help him get her off his lap, his huge cock slipping free with a lewd wet noise, only followed by a thin trail of mixed fluids.  Panting heavily for breath, Ember could only moan softly and slowly writhe in place as she stroked her huge, sensitive belly, enjoying the mild pleasure in her afterglow.  

"Yeah, she's gonna be out of it for a bit..." Cynder murmured, licking her lips and kissing her mate.  Spyro sighed into the kiss as he relaxed from his orgasm, nuzzling Cynder's nose.

"Hi."

"Hi.  Love you."

"Love you too.  Did you get your answers yet?"

"Nah, not yet.  Ran into Volteer, he was...distracted.  And I got horny."

With a smirk and a shake of his head, Spyro nudged Cynder onto her back and mounted her, the black dragoness purring in delight as he sheathed his sticky shaft into her eager tunnel.  "Need me to take care of that?"

"Yes please...but then you've got bottles to fill."

"I'll make it quick..." he whispered, nuzzling at her neck and then giving her a firm bite on the shoulder, making his mate go limp with a loud moan.

Ember woke up to a low growl of feral lust, sending shivers of need down her sore back.  She slowly opened her eyes to find Cynder deepthroating the purple dragon with a huge grin on her muzzle around his shaft, his balls on her nose while she swallowed around him and stroked him with the undulations, seven containers already full of pearly cream.  The black-scaled girl's belly was much bigger than earlier, one of Spyro's paws rubbing that firm roundness.  He growled out again and his balls rose up off Cynder's nose, the dark dragoness pushing him off.  He reluctantly stepped back, that incredibly long cock slipping out of her mouth.  Grabbing a nearby empty bottle, she eased it over his tip and then started kissing and licking and nosing all over his shaft, setting him off with another low growl.  Ember watched with a slack jaw as his tail bobbed with each heavy ejaculation, his cock surging, the cum audibly splattering and sloshing inside the enchanted glass.  Cynder giggled and reached out with her paw, her digits extending with her shadow power and curling sensually around his heavy nuts, massaging them for every drop he could produce.  

Finally he tapered off and sighed heavily, panting.  "Urf...enough...gettin' sore..."

"Yeah, can tell, it's not as forceful as before."  Sliding the bottle off his penis, she kissed him tenderly and licked him clean, Spyro wincing but letting her service his shaft before it retracted.  Sated, she moved up to kiss him again, the two standing there purring back and forth for a bit while he settled.  "I'll go get these to the Matrons and see if I can't find the royal ladies to answer my questions."

"Do you...want me to find them?  Since we're planning on me going?"

Her eyes darkened and she looked away with a small sigh.  "I...really don't know.  It's like the decision between living here or at our house.  I just...I want our eggs to be safe.  But...we're a team.  I should be there too."

"Hrm..."  Tail swaying in thought, he eventually nosed at her.  "You should go ask them then.  I plan to anyway, but later.  Maybe they can give you the information you need to come to a decision."

"Alright...what're you gonna do though?  Got any plans?"

"Not really, but tell you what.  I'll go take the bottles to the old ladies.  You get your answers.  There are some other things I need to check up on after Terrador and Volteer's discussions.  Speaking of which...you said he was 'distracted'."

She giggled and shook her head.  "He's got eyes on one of the assistant girls.  Might be having a dinner date."

His eyes widened and he blushed a it at the unbidden mental images of Volteer fucking an anonymous dragoness.  "I...see."

Her smile faded.  "Yeah...they probably told you already about the temporary hold on Guardian duties but...apparently me questioning him got them all to reflect on their status quo.  So...I'm feeling kinda bad that it's indirectly because of me that the Guardianship is on hold."

"Mmm...but it also sounds like it was a necessary step back for their own sakes.  Also explains them giving me these guardian duties against the golems."

"So you're gathering info on them?"

"More like waiting it out."  Nuzzling into her neck again, he sighed, his own hide shivering against her a little when she returned the nuzzle and huffed against his scales.  Licking her shoulder, he nibbled lightly, raking his teeth gently against her.  "Alright.  Enough playing chicken.  I'll go get these delivered, you find the ladies."

"Alright..."  Pecking him on the cheek, she nuzzled at him and then hugged him with her neck.  "Think I'm gonna need you tonight..."

"You'll have me.  All to yourself."

Ember giggled at the sight.  "You two are adorable.  Get going."

"You alright after that?" Spyro asked.

"I've literally had worse...and technically better," she admitted with a shy blush.  "But yeah, I'll live.  Just feeling jelly legs right now."

"Sounds like Flame's finishing up, you should see to him too."

"He'll have to cum here, I'm a bit shaky."

Cynder smirked.  "Alright, you carry her to Flame first.  I'll be back later."

It took her some searching, but she found that the royal entourage was in the spa chambers relaxing and recovering from the vigorous breeding session.  Two of them were on the side casually fucking some of the Matrons' staff members, while the other eight were in the hot water chatting and languishing.  The hot, moist air made Cynder consider a soak herself.

"Cynder!  Please, avail yourself as you need!" came a voice from the side.  She didn't recognize the staff member, shyly waving in return and suddenly feeling terribly self-conscious.  Drakasini Emeralda motioned her over, the black dragoness slowly slipping into the spa. 

"You look to have some questions," she muttered with a small smile.  "What brings you here, other than the spa?"

"Well, I...uh...the spa wasn't...um.  Sorry.  I uh..."

"If you need a minute or two to gather your thoughts, I don't mind.  You're considering the invitation?"

Sinking down into the water 'til just her neck and head were out, Cynder sighed out long and slow.  "Yeah.  But...I'm worried."

"About your brood."

She blinked.  "It's that obvious?"

"I would expect such from a first-time mother, especially one who is having social anxiety issues.  Fret not, little one.  What do you seek to know?"

She tried to ignore the other girls ogling her through the water, clustering but keeping their distance.  "Um...namely...well.  The eggs are moving, and chirping."  A few of the girls squealed under their breath.  "What would happen if they hatched on the trip, or at your kingdom?"

"Mmmm..."  There was a long and ironically pregnant pause as she mulled her response.  "That is a very valid concern, and I'm afraid I do not have a reply that can cross your ears.  I will let you know that political tensions are...very, very high at the moment, especially with this sudden breach of information and inherent trust in a system of necessary secrecy.  You are right to doubt and fear as a mother for the safety of your children.  But, do not let my words scare you, for you will not be traveling alone.  While there are many out there with ulterior motives, my king and queen do genuinely wish to meet you and your mate, and are willing to furnish you with their own personal guard, present at all times to watch for any threats.  These are individuals who have passed secret training regiments designed to ensure only the most loyal to our royalty are among their ranks.  And, dare I say, I know a few among those ranks eager to meet you in person.  Like many of the younger girls, they hold you, a converted enemy, in the highest regard of heroism for your efforts with Spyro in saving the world."

Lonimba's earlier remarks echoed in Cynder's mind, making the black dragoness blush.  "I...I see...but to my question?"

"Traditionally, any egg that hatches in our territory is considered our citizen.  But, your diplomatic immunity exempts you from such, unless you desire royal citizenship for your children.  Should they hatch, they will be under our protection, and we will furnish everything you need for their care for the duration of your stay and travels.  I can guarantee you that much."

"That's...actually a huge relief..."

"I can imagine.  And, should you require some personal privacy to escape the prying eyes and ears, you are at full liberty to cut off a discussion and retreat.  We have several royal litters as well, if you know what those are."  Cynder shook her head.  "A litter is essentially a mobile tent that nobility and royalty are carried in, lofted with magical weaves or carried by guards, with sides that can be opened for visibility or closed for privacy, should you need to rest your senses or require some intimate time with Spyro."

She blushed heavily at that with wide eyes.  "You can...have sex while being carried in public?"

"Oh of course!  It can be rather thrilling knowing you're only a blanket of fabric away from thousands of eyes."  She giggled and blushed herself.  "Though I imagine such would be less...easy to get away with, considering how...unorthodox your mate's...eheh.  Semen production.  He is incredibly virile."

At that she couldn't help a giggle, rubbing her own belly full of that exact topic.  "That he is..."  The other girls all giggled in amusement or shyness. 

"Might I...inquire as to his availability before we depart?"

"That, I don't know, he kinda just floats around the Temple for now doing whatever.  You'd have to ask him."

Emeralda's smile faded a bit.  "I am...somewhat alarmed by the news I've received concerning the ancient magical constructs.  Is Spyro truly at the fore of the defenses for this danger?"

"Mmmm...so far as I know, yes.  I think I'm being kept out of the loop so i don't overstress my eggs."

"Yes...may I ask how many he's fathered this time?"

Cynder glanced down at herself through the water and giggled again.  "These?  They're not Spyro's this time.  They're a test of restoring Flame's virility by exposure."

"Ahhh...I see it was successful."

"Yeah.  They're not due for a while now so I should be good with them for the trip...but the ones I've already laid are Spyro's and mine, and they're showing signs of activity."

"A true blessing!"  She smiled wide at that.  "Perhaps they will bless you with an early hatching.  Two of mine are still...waiting."

"How...how long?"

"Fifty years now."

"Oh..."  A chill of dread ripped down her spine against the heat of the water around her.

"It can happen.  Their siblings are grown and have families of their own now...though if Spyro is willing, their daughters could use some eggs."

"Eheh...um...maybe.  I was under the impression this was a more diplomatic meeting.  What exactly are we expected to do?"

"I do not know the itinerary myself, but primarily the king and queen simply wish to meet with you and hear your stories for themselves.  Whether or not such a meeting may generate new heirs to the various clan houses...that will be meted out at the gathering.  Of course, your diplomatic immunity allows you to accept or deny completely at your discretion...and do not be afraid to call out even the king or queen themselves should they cross sexual boundaries.  Anglapala prides itself in our honor system.  While you do have immunity, not even diplomats may throw their weight for sexual favors or such.  I would expect a very pleasant trip, but I do warn against crossing or discussing potentially sensitive political matters, or matters regarding the breeding attempts here.  For now, secrecy is of utmost import, and not even my king or queen know that you and Spyro are the mentioned Patriarch and Matriarch of the letter's mention."

"I see..."

"They only know that you two are involved with the breeding program...and I advise you keep it that way until security on the matter at large is more complete and you two have settled into your roles.  Stability and all that."

"Yes ma'am."

"Did you have any other questions?"

Readjusting herself in the water and spreading her wings above the surface to cool off a bit, she hummed to herself.  "I guess just...you mentioned casual sex.  Just how casual is it?  Like...I don't want to be caught off guard."

"A fair point.  Anglapala does expect some modicum of decency and propriety, so having Spyro mount you in front of the lords would not be taken lightly, but there are some areas and moments where casual conduct or mounting is permissible, namely the side rooms or other private chambers.  Rooms of casual conduct generally have blue ribbons prominently displayed.  As to casual courtship seeking mutual pleasure, in our culture non-mated individuals will dip their heads while touching wingthumbs together as a show of openness to sexual conduct.  If you are likewise open to exploration, you can reply in kind, if you are debating it or neutral you can simply dip your head to them without the wing gesture, and if you are not open to them, you flare your wings a bit instead.  You may change this at any time with the appropriate gesture.  Sexual fluids are expected to be cleaned up...though considering what I've heard that may be challenging for you two."

She blushed again at that.  "Y-yeah..."

"Within the palace there are designated rooms where you can get as messy as you wish.  If you require some downtime, you may use these rooms too."

"Mmm...where will we be staying?"

"The palace is set up as three main buildings.  The grandest building is the Grand Temple, where we start and end the day with meditation, which may or may not be casually sexual as per your desire.  Sacrifices of animals or harvests are held daily per religious observations.  There are reflection pools and gardens for your enjoyment.  The second building is the royal palace, where the king, queen, royal families, and ruling nobility reside and entertain guests and generally run the nation.  The third building is where you will be, the diplomacy center, where other delegates will be and where most of your business will be hosted until you are called directly to the throne room and grand dining hall to meet with the royalty.  The diplomacy center sits up on a lofty hill overlooking the other buildings, so you get quite the nice view, as well as a lovely flight deck should you need to depart for matters or for exercise."

"Sounds kinda nice actually."

Emeralda stretched and pulled herself out of the spa, fanning her wings to cool off some before laying down gingerly on some towels and cushions nearby.  Cynder couldn't help overhearing orgasmic cries of bliss at the other end of the room, Liiana bucking and cooing as her accomplice filled her.  The old matriarch of their clan shook her head with a wistful grin.  "Were I younger...alas."

"How...far is it?" Cynder asked.

"Anglapala is a fair distance.  Perhaps a week and a half of travel by foot.  However, we do have some technological assistance.  Given your involvement with the production at Munitions Forge, you are familiar with steam engines?"

The subject make her balk a bit.  "Uh...yeah, kinda."

"The Apes copied that technology from us, though admittedly we garnered the idea from others in history as well.  We do have vehicles capable of carrying us at least part of the way on steam power.  We are working on setting up deals for rail systems on which these vehicles could better traverse the lands, though...the fractured nature has drastically offset these plans for the time being."

"Yeah, I can imagine it would...and getting those things up and down between floating land chunks wouldn't be easy with their weight and the fuel requirements."

"Exactly.  But there is some nice flat land between us and the next fracture point, and we have an adapted vehicle that can cross land without rails.  A small fleet of vehicles awaits us, and we shall procure them for your visit.  It's a delightfully smooth ride."

"But if you have magical litters, why not use that for vehicles?"

"Mmmm...the litters are...shall we say, unique?  I cannot say more than that."

"Ah...I see."

"Do you need to know anything else?"

"I think I'm good for now.  Thanks for speaking with me, ma'am."

"You are most welcome, dear."  She rubbed her belly still heavy and round with Spyro's seed.  "Mmmph...I do have to ask, how long did it take you to deal with the offset of this weight?  I'm impressed you bear yourself so easily.  I am exhausted just walking around here!"

Cynder couldn't help a self-pleased giggle.  "It ah...took some conditioning I guess, but I think I had the luxury of being with Spyro as his...production...developed over time, so I got used to it as it increased.  Everyone seems to be having the same kind of issue now that they're being suddenly laden with it."

"That is logical, yes.  I do hope this volume is a foreshadow of the clutch size..."

"That I can't answer, not yet.  It's all still so new to us."

The old lady covered her mouth with her wing and yawned long and slow.  "Dear me, this is quite the toll on my body...but, hopefully, with many blessings to come."

Slipping out of the water, Cynder shook herself off fluidly.  She could feel the other girls ogling her belly visibly jiggling with Spyro's heavy load of cream.  "Think I'm gonna go get some more to eat, I keep forgetting how draining it is carrying eggs."

"Yes, dear, keep yourself nourished and hydrated!  Take care."

Rather than food or water, though, what Cynder found next surprised her.  "Oh, Volteer!  Heading out to your date?" she asked as she came to the foyer and found the electric elder there.

"Salutations, Cynder, I have just returned from my adjournment with her!"

She blinked at that.  Where had the time gone?  "Wait...already?"

He cocked his head at her.  "Nocturnal hours have just fallen."

"It's night out already??"

"Yes?"

"Damn, I must've spent longer than I thought..."  Shaking her head, she sighed softly.  "How'd it go?"

He blushed a little, Cynder catching a glimpse of blue peeking from his sheath.  "Quite satisfactory for the gastronomic system and establishing common grounds for return visits."

She canted her head, trying to puzzle the words and what he was dodging.  "So you two only had dinner?"

"Yes.  Admittedly I had somewhat hoped for...more.  But, haste makes waste, it is best not to rush."

"True I guess.  Would you be up for that overdue lesson on our...biology, on that front?" she asked with a little smirk, gesturing her wing at his peeking shaft. 

"Mmmm..."  He gave a nasal sigh of contemplation, then a shy grin.  "I presume we possess some spare time enough for a lesson."  She followed him to one of the breeding rooms, watching him look around at the space.  Her heart was pouding in her chest with anxious eagerness.  Once in a while she had entertained the idea of sex with the older dragons, but here, about to do it for real, it was exciting and nerve-wracking, to be crossing that boundary that had been so forbidden for years.  "On your back please."

She got comfortable on some cushions and blushed as she spread her legs for him, watching him pause at the sight of her netherbits so open to him, student and teacher boundary about to be crossed.  "Ember told me a bit but..."

"Yes...apologies that your instruction had to come from sources other than your...well, assumed guardians.  Bygones be bygones however."  Clearing his throat, he added "Do I have your permission to touch your body?"

"Where do you think we are?" she asked with a smirk.

"Granted, but professionally, I do need to hear your consent."

"Yes, Volteer, you may touch me."

She flinched a bit when the smooth curve of his claw graced over her arousal-swollen nethers.  "So, to get the anatomy lesson underway, these are your labial folds, which comprise your vulva, this pubic mound of skin and scales that swells up when you are aroused, like they are now.  In olden times this area was more muscular, keeping itself firmly closed to ward off attack or attempted unwanted sexual congress."

"Why do male and female bits look so different if they're in the same spot?" she asked.  "I mean, most of our other organs are the same..."

"An excellent question, and the answer is here," he replied, rubbing her belly.  "When an ovum is fertilized by a male's sperm, the combined cell splits, and splits, and continues splitting over and over, growing and multiplying into a zygote.  At various stages, this cell cluster forms other cell clusters that develop into organs and other internals, but at conception we are all technically female.  The divisions of cells and genetics, and some hormonal exposures and other environmental influences at key stages, can cause certain...features...to specialize, causing a more firm gender designation.  This here," he nudged her clit, making her squirm and moan under her breath and dribble along her tail, "your clitoris, is technically an undeveloped penis.  It is the foundational stage that develops into a male's external genitalia.  Should the child be male, the gonads develp and descend and the pubic mound becomes a scrotum enveloping the testicles, which were earlier to be ovaries, as well as forming into a sheath while the clitoris grows out and envelops the urethral tract, forming a penis.  Hermaphrodites are still an unknown in such development as they are so rare to observe."  His claw very gently poked at her openings.  "This is your urethra, and this is your vaginal canal.  I'm sure you know of these by now."

"Very much so, yes~"

"Deeper inside the vaginal canal is your cervix, the entrance to your uterus, or womb, and at the back of your uterus are two small tubes leading to your ovaries, which produce the ova that, when fertilized, become eggs.  Egg formation is a topic we can cover another time.  These are the basics of female anatomy, but I'm sure you've borne witness to your own body...perhaps betraying your will in some instances."

"Instinct?"

"Sometimes, yes."

"And how does that work?"

"If you would, assume a prone position."

Rolling onto her front, Cynder giggled and blushed a bit, side-eyeing Volteer's rather impressive storm-blue shaft throbbing against his belly and his sizeable balls dangling behind his sheath.  She was already wet with anticipation of feeling her mentor inside her.  "So this is how dragons used to court?"

"It's a much more ancient source of our current instinctual processes and reflexes, yes.  During estrus a female would lie prone, but defensive, ready to bolt or snap should a male become too feisty in his eagerness to prove himself to her.  Males would compete for her permission by wrestling with each other, and the female would remain prone and ready, either to receive the victorious male or fend him off."

"Huh..."

He approached her and nuzzled at her neck, right in that sensitive spot she knew so well from Spyro's explorations of her body, unable to help a highly aroused shiver.  "This began the permission process and tested her reception.  A bundle of nerves, I shall spare you the scientific names, but a ganglion directly connected to the pleasure centers.  But, as you can feel, also an adrenaline boost.  Over time this dulled into excitatory purpose, but in our ancestry it was priming her even further should she require defensive means from the male or a jealous sneak attack."

"Arousal but readiness?"

"Yes, and it heightened sexual pleasure and encouraged her ovulation further.  A prone female would remain prone and lift her hinds to give him permission...or lay low and snap at his nethers in warning if he tried to sling over her in a dominating maneuver to keep her from running."

"Ouch...I can't imagine snipping at someone's testicles."

"That was the counter purpose to the male's biology, yes."

She slowly lifted her butt into the air for him, curling her tail aside.  She heard him swallow nervously, watching his penis throb and drip a heavy white bead of pre.  He moved around her and held her hips, then started to hotdog his urethral bulge against her needy lips, making her moan softly.  "This was the male's final step, and if she denied him here she could kick back against him powerfully and possibly gouge him with her hindclaws and then take off, but have you found it comfortable to rest your tail over a partner's back during copulation?  Er...sex?"

"Yeah.  Is that her last permission step?"

"Correct."  She did so, blushing in anticipation, then moaned out in delight as he slipped into her roughly and immediately started to hump her, his shaft thicker than Flame's but slightly shorter, his ridges more pronounced than Spyro's.  "Mmmmf...remarkable how you preserve your vaginal grip strength..."

"Ooohhh fuuuuck..." she moaned out, her voice bobbing with the impacts of his hips against her butt.  "What're...mmmph~ what're the...ridges for?"

"For scooping out a rival's semen from the vaginal canal should the female be receptive to successive attempts," he muttered, rather cohesive despite the action of his body against hers.  She couldn't help laying her head down to watch his testicles bouncing with the motions.  "The clavicle bite was the final step of the courtship, exciting the female's reproductive system with stimulation of another ganglion cluster, but it's theorized that back in older times females could withhold ovulation should they second-guess a partner and this would disarm that, should he succeed in wrangling her.  This far down the evolutionary line it's purely sexual pleasure, and culturally reserved for mates."

"What're...ooohh...what're the barbs for then?"

"Uncertain, but considering their growth over time, perhaps just selective breeding as females preferred males with more pronounced flesh nodules for greater vaginal stimulation."

"Mmmm~ they definitely feel great..."  His paw snuck down along her belly and she cooed happily as his toepad expertly massaged her clit, the black dragoness clamping fiercely on his penis with a shuddering wail as she came hard and spurted all over, her stream of heady fluids splashing all over his swinging balls and leaving a large puddle under their union.  

"Ancestors that volume-" he groaned out, then hilted into her and roared out low against her shoulder.  She quivered at the sound and moaned happily at the throbbing in her loins, that wonderful pulsing sensation of a male's penis jerking as he ejaculated in her.  

"Yessss~ fuuuck I love it when someone cums in me..." she mewled out, clawing at the floor.  Milking his cock, she bucked her hips lightly to match his throbs, then purred as he dismounted and slipped out with a lewd squelching noise and the pattering of their fluids dripping into the puddle beneath.  

"Dear skies, Cynder, I had heard recounts of your orgasmic volume but to experience a Matriarch firstpaw is...a bit overwhelming!  I hope I wasn't too quick for you..."

"That felt wonderful," she purred back with a smile.  "But like always, I wouldn't say no to more rounds if you'd be up for it!"

He chuckled and shook his head.  "Had you asked me thirty years ago, I could, but age has reduced my stamina and increased my refractory period considerably."

"Awww.  But what exactly is that?  A refractory period?  I think Flame mentioned it a few times while he was trying to impregnate me."

"It is the male's recovery time between ejaculations.  For most males it can take an hour or so before they can become aroused enough again for more sex.  Younger individuals with more energy tend to have shorter periods.  Spyro's appears to be negligible."

"Hehe...yeah.  When we first started having sex he'd get soft and then hard again in a few minutes."

"Ah, the joys of youth and exploration..."

She glanced at her belly and sighed softly.  "I can't wait 'til this superovulation starts up.  I wanna have lots of eggs..."

The older electric male leaned in to nuzzle at her belly, a sad desire in his eyes.  "Would you still be willing to surrogate later?"

"I'd happily give you eggs, Volteer, you've done so much for us across the years."

Hope gleamed on his face as he nuzzled her life-swollen ruby middle.  "Ancestors, the bittersweetness of my situations and life choices...I do hope that one day soon..." he muttered, then nuzzled her again and pulled away.  "Thank you, young one.  I...mm.  Thank you.  I need to go sort my thoughts."

"Thanks for doing this with me," she replied with a smile.  "It was fun, and if you need some relief again later...don't be a stranger~"

"Do you open invitation to your vagina for all your exploits?" he teased, Cynder blushing and laughing.

"Not all of them!  I just really like sex, and I trust you.  Do I need more reason?"

"Not at all."  With that he dipped his head to her and strode out, with just a hint more pep in his step than before.  She purred to herself, then laid on her side and licked at her folds.

"Mmm...not as tasty as Spyro's.  I should go suck him off, I'm getting really needy again."  Stretching languidly, she shivered lightly.  "But first, food and drink...then another 'drink'."

Not much later, Spyro glanced up at the door of their cave rolling open, Cynder striding through looking quite pleased with herself.  "Hey hun."

"Hi!" she chirped, sauntering over and giving him a peck on the cheek.  "Need some dinner?"

"Not right now, but maybe in a bit, I had to get a snack to wash down some medicines the old ladies want me to be taking."

Her smile flattened at that.  "Medication?  Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but they want to see if it'll help me curb the pheromone production.  Seems I'm leaking even with the girdle."

"Ah."

His nose twitched a bit and he smirked.  "You smell like Volteer...and cum."

She smirked back and hummed "innocently" to herself as she moved over to their kitchen area and got herself a bowl of juice.  "Maybe, maybe not.  How're the eggs?"

Lifting his wing, he revealed the six shells.  "Quiet today.  Unfortunately."

"Mmm..."  She nuzzled at them one by one, rubbing her nose against the shells in hopes that she might feel a tiny paw press back against her.  "I did find the royal ladies and we got talking."

"How'd that go?"

"Mmmm...thinking I might go...but right now I really need you."

Carefully so as not to disturb the eggs, he got up and Cynder took his place, rolling onto her side and cradling the eggs against her belly with her paws.  "Under your tail?"

"Mm-mm," she shook her head with a lick of her lips.  He turned around and offered her his cock, laying down on his side so the eggs were between them.  Cynder purred happily and nuzzled against his sheath and heavy nuts, then started kissing all over his emerging penis affectionately, licking between every ridge and fleshy soft barb until it was at full glorious mast, throbbing against his belly.  Her paw moved up to stroke his length sensually while she took his left nut carefully into her mouth, shadow-phasing her teeth for his safety and lightly suckling on his orb.  Popping it free with a slurp, she giggled to herself and suckled on his right nut too, her paw pumping his cock slowly but firmly, feeling his pulse with every heavy strain of his loins with her attentions.  "Mmmm...such wonderfully big balls...such a big long cock..." she purred.

"You love them."

"Of course I do~" she whispered back, then licked slowly from his balls up along his sheath and along his urethral bulge to his tip, giving him a wink as she suckle-kissed his tip, earning herself a droplet of his sweet-salty pre.  He bit his lip as she went back down his cock, that sinuous tongue lavishing every physical detail she could find.  "Imagine if our kids hatched and saw me playing with your penis like this...or even having you inside me."

"Seems a bit awkward but..."

"Mmmm?"

"I dunno.  It's not something we grew up with so I don't know what to think on that."

"Understandable..." she whispered against his sheath.

"So you're tempting the elders now?"

She shot him a smirk.  "Not 'tempting' but...mutual curiosity.  Besides, you got to impregnate one of the oldest crones we've met, I think I should get to lay with an older guy to experience that side too."

"It feels weird thinking about that."

"Only because we're new to the casual nature of our species sexuality?"

"Maybe."  He groaned as his mate sheathed his penis in her throat, giving a powerful suckle and loud purr to vibrate around his enormous shaft.  "Mmmmph- g-gonna..."

"Mmmmmmm~" she purred eagerly, her tongue slithering out to tease at his sheath and what she could reach of his heavy nuts.  Spyro groaned out and arched up off the bed, Cynder purring and swallowing around him in perfect sync to gulp down the first thick rope as he throbbed mightily in her slinky neck, lightly bulging her throat plates with each pulse.  Drinking from his tap, she smiled and closed her eyes, nursing on her beloved's member and daydreaming about their daughters eventually doing the same.  Reaching up, she cradled his huge balls against her nose and inhaled deeply, lightly nuzzling his sack while they pumped their load into her stomach.  Finally he petered off, panting heavily, the black dragoness sliding back and running her tongue around every barb and ridge until he slid free of her mouth with a playful suckling kiss to his tip, getting one last delicious droplet of his cream.  "Mmm...so fucking tasty...I could drink your cum all day~"

"Hfff...I think...there are wombs that...hf...need that drink a bit more than you do."

"True."  Patting his nuts tenderly, she laid her chin on his sheath, feeling his body at work under her as his penis slowly retreated and his balls descended, that heavy sexy pouch draping along the inside of his thigh.  She kissed each testicle slowly, affectionately, then the tapered tip of his cock when it was all that was left outside of its snug home.  Opening his eyes, he smiled lightly as she shifted to drape herself over him.  

"Hi."

"Hi.  Feeling better?"

"Much.  Thanks."  Nuzzling his neck, she purred again, the purple dragon hugging her right and rubbing her belly.  "Cynder...what do you want after these?  Do you want me to knock you up again, or do you want to do more surrogacy until you can superovitate?"

With a soft breath, she shrugged.  "Dunno yet.  I really want a large family with you, but that'll be easy since I have so many eggs at once...and you could give me eggs at any time once I can super.  But...I want to raise them.  I want to be a mother.  Can I realistically raise and look after babies if I'm having sex all day?"

"We'll make it work."

"I just...don't want my love of sex to interfere with my love for you and our kids."

"Yeah, it'll be a while until you're having sex with them too."

She napped him on the nose with a laugh.  "Dork."

"Besides, like they said, all-day sex wouldn't be a thing.  You'd chafe."

"Yeah, guess so."  She licked his cheek.  "But I really really want you in me all day every day.  I can't get enough, it feels so good..."

Reaching down he cupped her rear and lifted her up, Cynder squeaking in surprise and then moaning in bliss as his stiffening cock slid up into her pussy where it belonged, both of them grinding back and forth until he pierced her cervix and started bulging her belly as he reached full length.  "Then enjoy me," he growled lustfully, licking her neck.

"Yesssss~" she churred, bouncing happily atop him.

"Are you sure you want to come with me though?"

"Yeah.  We should be in this together, I think."

Pulling her down to himself again, he kissed her passionately and bucked his hips, making her quiver on his cock and moan lewdly against his mouth.  "Then let's get married.  Next week.  After Flame and Ember."

Cynder squealed at that, a surge of warmth crashing over her and causing her to practically drown her mate's loins with her honey.