Somewhere in the Dragon Realms, there was a small fortress nestled up within the mountains.  If one could hear closely, the sounds of a frantic screaming could be heard from within its cool stone halls lit by flames of violet.  The wind whistled through its passages with a shivering gasp, the cries of an anguished soul strangely laced with a tint of ecstasy.
	"Beg me to end you."
	"H-hhhhh!  A-AAAH!"
	"Beg...and I will make it quick."
	"I-i...HAAH!  P-please, oh please, s-slit my throat, let me, l-let me feel it in me!"
	"Hm...pitiful."
The sound of a knife slithered across bare scale.
	"Such a worthless little thing."
	"A-AAAAAAAAGH!"
A stuttering shriek came with brief moans of bliss, both of the quadruped dragons shuddering as they reached their climax together.  With claws entwined, the black drake straddling on top of her mate, feeling his cum shoot up inside her dark velvet puss.  Dribbling white spilled across her lover's belly, riddled with fresh scars from the knife in her hand dripping crimson.
	"Mmmmmph," she sighed grinding her cunt, "ohhh Spyro...haaah...was that good?"
	"Hoh yeah," he whispered, "that...th-that was the best."
His smile returned as he dropped his pained facade, the purple dragon renowned for his heroic deeds now sprawled out beneath his beloved Cynder as he laid upon a thick stone slab in the centre of a basement.  With a much darker indigo look, Cynder cast a dominating look with her blood-pink belly and sharp teal eyes piercing through him.  But that was one of the many things he loved about her.
Rolling herself off of him, his cock spurted free from her snatch and drooled more upon his golden stomach, the rippling scales resembling armour despite the numerous cuts that decorated his body.  With horns of flaming yellow to match his amber wings, Spyro smiled at his mate who twirled the knife in one of her front paws whilst walking on three legs.
	"You had fun too?" he asked.
	"Of course," she lifted her tail to show her dripping puss, "why wouldn't I, you make such a lovely painslave."
	"H-heh, heh...is it weird?"
	"Nooo of course not, we're just having fun."
	"Flame and Ember are always asking," Spyro twitched his hips, "I keep telling them it's just us practicing, which isn't exactly-"
	"You can't even lie without looking cute," Cynder slipped the knife in a bucket to wash it clean, "are you off to your friends then?"
	"I promised I'd be there this afternoon," the purple drake walked past her, "but I'm glad we had enough time to play!"
	"Mmmm, I see."
	"Did I tell you what me, Flame and Ember were up to?!  We found a hot orb in a cave, and another and another, and thought it was magic stones, so Ember thought he could get rich off them!  Guess what happened?"
	"No."  Her face fell flat.  "What."
	"I-it wasn't magic stones at all, KHAHAH, i-it was lavabat guano!  The elders caught us trying to sell them, we got told off, but it was really funny!"
	"Hmhm," she put the cleaned knife on a wallhook, "still a boy at heart I see."
The dragoness tried to hide her scowl, but the eyes of her lover's violet pupils stared through her side as she turned to meet his gaze.  His body was riddled in scars, across his belly and limbs, giving him a rather rugged appearance that his youthful grin immediately disspelled.
	"You alright?"
	"Oh, yes, sorry I just, got a crick in my wing," she flapped it weakly, "stings a bit, it's really annoying."
	"Should I get some ointment?"
	"No no, it's fine, go see your friends.  If they ask about your scars, just tell them we fought a yeti in the mountains."
	"Hahah, okay."  He smooched her on the cheek.  "Love you, mistress."
	"Love you too...little slave."
They grinned like bashful teens as Cynder kissed him back, watching Spyro leave the dungeon where they had their secret fun.  It was a charming old place, the castle having once belonged to a sorcerer in olden times for when he needed some peace and quiet.  It was by chance the two had discovered it, and with its many tools and rooms they found a perfect place to live their lives together.
A hall with an open roaring flame, a bedroom where they could sleep, a kitchen they could stock and cook food in, and of course, their dungeon for their special fun which was really just the former spell-training room  that they redesigned for their lewd purposes, such as the knives on the wall and the blood-letting channel beneath the slab.
Since she began her life with Spyro, she always felt happiest at his side.  It had taken a few years of trust between them to come to this, moreso to even convince her that he was fully willing to be her sub during intimate encounters.  She knew she had a certain strength, a power of darkness that always felt like a stain on her soul but Spyro had always celebrated as part of her unique personality.
	"Haaah...you're such a damn fool."
She smiled as she walked through the castle and up towards the courtyard, ascending out into the pale winter of the peaks and just catching a purple speck on the horizon.  The white mountains with their biting chill always rejuvenated Cynder as her wings fluttered brief, a pang of envy trickling through her heart.
	"He's been spending more time with his friends lately...I shouldn't feel this way but...augh, I have too much fun with him, I don't have anyone I can associate with, and his friends think I'm...creepy."
She slumped on a haybale in the corner of the courtyard.
	"Ugh...I hate I feel like this.  Is it wrong of me to say I want to keep him here, forever?  Not if he doesn't want to, obviously, but I wish he just...wanted no one else but me.  Is that bad?"
Cynder growled palming her face, stretching all four legs above her with a groan whilst her long bladed tail slipped up towards her pussy.  Teasing herself with the sharp edge, she fiddled around the lips to feel Spyro's seed drip out a little more much to her bliss.
	"I wish I could just keep you here...do you really need anything else out there?  You always said you wanted to make me the happiest and...well, without you I...ugh, what's wrong with me?!  He does plenty enough with me and our private sessions...but it's not enough."
She rolled through the hay and unfurled her wings with frustration.  With nothing else to do, she decided to follow Spyro, flapping towards the lowlands and keeping herself hidden once she dove through the clouds and spun through the trees of the great forests.  Whistling leaves ripped past her wings as she searched for her beloved, spotting the violet dragon easily amongst an old clearing in the woods.
Sitting up inside a tree, Cynder watched him with his friends as they found an old well that had been long abandoned.  Ember and Flame she briefly knew, the former a pink girl with pale wings and the latter a red-orange boy with yellow wings, but Cynder did not know them well enough to call them acquaintances.
	"Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked Flame.
	"Aaaah it's fine!" Ember waved her paw.  "Hero-boy can handle it, he's got enough scars on you, what's a few more?!"
	"Heh, thanks," Spyro threw a rope into the well, "I'm doing this because you two would somehow get lost in a straight passage."
	"That was ONE time, the light was in my eyes!"
	"In a cave?!  Anyways, wish me luck!"
Spyro clambered down the well as he gripped the rope in his teeth, tucking his wings as he disappeared whilst Cynder watched from afar in a mix of both joy and jealousy.  His voice echoed from the depths as his two friends bounced around the well, padding the ground with their feet and flapping their wings slightly.
	"Anything down there?!" cried the pink dragon.
	"NO!" he cried further in.  "IT JUST SMELLS BAD!"
	"Well that's not new," Flame shoved his friend, "sleep next to Em after she's been spelunking."
	"YOU said they were magic stones!" she shouted.  "I stank for a whole week!"
	"You picked them up you dummy!"
	"I FOUND SOMETHING!"
They turned back to the well and peered in.
	"Something...made of metal!"
	"OOOH, treasure!" cried Flame.  "Come on let's pull him up!"
Both the dragons yanked on the rope to hoist Spyro back up, helping the purple hero clamber out as he gripped a long rusted sword in his teeth, his claws round the rope as he dragged the blade onto the grass.
	"Aww," Ember rolled her eyes, "just some old sword, boooring!"
	"It's not even magic!" Flame kicked it.  "Dare you to lick it!"
	"What, no!"
	"Come oooon I bet the moss tastes real good on it."
	"NO, Flame!"
	"Eat the moss, eat the moss!"
	"Eat the moss, eat the moss!"
Cynder could not believe this was the same bold hero who had saved the lands from certain doom, or saved herself from an even worse fate.  Prancing around with a dirty blunt sword like a hatchling, jabbing his friends with it harmlessly as they ran around the well cackling to themselves.
It only made her heart burn with envy stronger, struggling to swallow her feelings as she thought back to their session today.  He was so submissive in their private time, his adventures having taught him he had a strange excitement anytime he was hurt, some sort of coping mechanism he developed, according to Spyro.
Not that Cynder really believed this, she knew he just loved to be her bitch, wanted to lose control of himself for a while and surrender his needs to her.  It was fun, it gave him less to think about after all the strife and the burden of being a hero, that sometimes it just helped to let go of it all and be a helpless slave to a trusting mistress.
	"If only you trusted me enough to be...mine, forever," she sighed dreamily in her tree, "well...this will have to do."
She flapped off when they were distriacted, back to their castle home where she glided over the trees and skimmed across the leaves with a whirling rush.  Casting her eye lazily across the woods, Cynder sighed plucking the tallest branches in her boredom to snap them between her four paws.
At the foot of the mountains she stopped, seeing something odd nestled within the glen.  An old place with the scent of steel, with long metal roofs and a salty charr that tingled her senses as she approached the entrance.
	"What is...I have never seen this place before, hello?!  Is anyone-...oh."
Her eyes widened at the empty place.
	"Ohh...oh well, this is interesting...wait...what's that?"
Cynder smiled with a tension in her thighs.
	"Ohhh yes.  Oh this is perfect."

The next day, after Spyro had returned from his adventuring with friends, Cynder took her lover to where the old house stood as he reeled from the metal scent.
	"Wow...that's really strong."
	"You recognise it?" she asked as they landed.
	"This is...yes, yes I do, this scent is just like Narga's."
	"Narga?"
	"One of the elders," Spyro said stepping in, "he always smells like burning steel, maybe this is why."
The old house was a workshop full of steel devices, shafts of light from the holes in the roof glinting off of dangerous-looking teeth from saws and blades that covered the tables and the wall.  Blocks of wood had been sheared in half with perfect trim, curled shavings littered the floor and rustled under their feet.
There were files and blades all dedicated to whittling and planing wood, with several axes of different sizes and the grand centrepiece of the room.  A large long table with deep slats through the centre, with thick belted straps across it, and where several saws hung above on steel arms.
	"This is so strange," gasped Cynder, "was Narga trying to cut wood?"
	"I think it's ape tech," Spyro rubbed his chin, "there were places like this in their outposts a few times."
	"To cut wood faster?  I see...that thing looks interesting."
She smiled walking over to the sawblades, stepping up to a control panel with crystals wedged into grooves.  She tapped one of them, causing a saw to rev up with a screeching noise that made the dragons flinch before it stopped again.  Spyro took a turn, pushing one of the crystals to make the sawblade go down towards the table and push through the slot perfectly with a firm dip, before he pulled it back.
	"It looks...VERY dangerous, doesn't it?" said Spyro.
	"It does," Cynder smiled, "how dangerous do you think it is?"
	"Well...the size of these logs, it can cut through...a lot of things."
	"And a lot of flesh."
Her grin became wider, frightening her lover as he felt something stir in his loins with a shiver of intrigue.
	"What do you think...my little slave?  Perhaps we should test our new device."
	"H-hohhhh...C-cynder, I-"
	"That's MISTRESS, little boy."  She swept her tail under his chin.  "Don't worry, we have our safe word don't we?"
	"You...you think this is a good idea?" Spyro looked to the blades.  "With knives it's one thing when you're still holding it but-"
	"The panel is easy enough."
She demonstrated with a few more flicks of her claws, the crystals shining as each sawblade arm had a similar gem transfixed upon it where power resonated through.  Each crystal she tapped made the blades rev up, the dragoness moving them up and down with exceptional ease.
	"See?" she nodded.  "Only a minute I've been using this and it's perfectly safe."
	"Heh...safe."  Spyro grulped.  "Well if you're the one controlling it I...o-oh jeez I'm feeling-"
	"A little hard?"  Cynder slipped a paw down to his crotch.  "You like those wicked teeth don't you?  So sharp, so numerous...they hunger for your flesh, my little pet."
	"M-mmmph!" he stiffened in her hand.  "I-i-i...they do look...vicious."
	"Imagine them tearing through your bone...the sound of the crack, the shards flying, the twist of your muscles...let's do it."
	"Y-yes...hohhh jeez yes, y-yes, ruin me."
	"Get on the table.  Now."
Her voice deepened as he flapped up onto the table, as Cynder tied him down with the straps.  An idea came to her as she made certain his legs were stretched out over the slats directly above the wicked saw that teased him with their fangs.  Spyro was turning harder by the minute, his shaft filling out from his slit as he pulled against the straps with a little struggle.
Cynder grinned with her pussy turning wet, pulling one of the crystals to rev up the blade and send it slowly down towards her lover.  She took aim for his left front leg, the tension of his limb turning tight with thickening veins that flexed towards the blades.  The sound was demonic, the saw screeching with a festering urge to rip and tear as Spyro clenched every muscle.
	"Will you not beg for your mistress?!" she cried over the screaming blade.  "If you beg hard enough, I shall rip you more...slowly to pieces."
	"HA-AAAH!" the dragon squirmed in his bindings.  "I-i can...I can...FEEL it from here!"
	"This is what you deserve isn't it?" Cynder licked her lips.  "A worthless mongrel, a pitiful purple beast...you don't need your limbs do you?"
	"AHHH!  N-no, e-everything I have, belongs to you mistress!"
	"You'll never need to leave my home again...imagine Spyro.  What if I did take all of your limbs, and you were nothing but a wretched worm, crawling around, needing my assistance, for every single thing?"
The blade suddenly ripped forwards when she pushed it down, frightening her lover as he yelped with tightening pupils and a sudden spurt from his cock.  His front belly riddled with cuts was turning glossy with pre, the air being ripped above Spyro's head as he felt his scales being pulled against the savage whir.
He panted faster with whimpering glee, fear and arousal blending together as the blade came closer towards his limb next to his head, aiming just below the shoulder as Cynder readied to pull back at the last minute.  Then the crystal suddenly jammed.
	"Oh...oh no!"
	"UH, MISTRESS!?" Spyro cried.  "G-getting, v-very, VERY CLOSE!"
	"WAIT, W-WAIT A MOMENT!"
She grabbed the crystal harder and tried to pull it harder, but the blade came down closer still with a shrieking frenzy.  Spyro felt his scales start to peel back, pulled by the savage gale between the razor teeth as he shuddered trying to blast his flame towards the saw.
But it wouldn't melt, no matter how hard he burst his fire, it remained unyielding as the drake pulled back against the table.  He tried to wrestle his legs from the straps but they were too tight to the point he felt he would rip his limbs out from too much force.
	"C-CYNDER, CYNDER, TANGERINE, TANGERINE!"
	"I KNOW, I'M TRYING!"
The dragoness pulled even harder, climbing onto the panel and wrenching her whole weight back against the crystal lever.  The sawblade touched Spyro's skin, parting the scales like water as purple soon turned to red.  Flesh began to form like the churning of ocean waves as Spyro screamed feeling the first inch rip into his body, plucking at the veins like the devil's fingers on a harp.
	"C-CYNDER, CYNDERRRR!"
	"G-GAAAAH, THERE!"
With all her strength she forced the crystal back, pulling back the sawblade just in time as it reared back above Spyro's head.  Hot crimson droplets trickled off its teeth to spatter on the drake's heaving chest.
	"SPYRO!"  Cynder rushed over to him.  "I am SO sorry, I-i-i, the crystal wouldn't-"
	"Th-that...th-th-that-"
	"I know, I know, I'll get you out now, I-"
	"Th-that was...th-that...I don’t know what to think.”
	"...did you...cum?”
He blinked as he followed her gaze towards his belly, still bound on the table.  His length was pulsing with hot jizz sputtering on his scales, reaching up to his chest much to both of their shock.  Drooling white rivers trailed down the hero’s shaft, a throbbing bulge at the base that sprouted from his genital slit.  One look between them said everything, as Spyro leaned his head close to hers before they kissed with a sudden heat in their breaths.
Dancing tongues wove round each other as Cynder climbed on top of him, incensed by the danger and the sight of her lover's bleeding limb.  The cut wasn't deep, but it was thick and messy, with a vile sting that seared through the dragon's body with a shudder that he resisted.  All he cared about now however, was slamming that dick straight into Cynder's wet pussy.
She was one step ahead of him, hiking her tail up and driving herself down with a full impalement, a gasping shiver running through their bodies as they fucked with reckless abandon.  The binding straps keeping Spyro down only made it more arousing as the dragoness pumped herself on his meat, sucking her cunt walls tight as she could with deeper breaths rippling across his face.
	"D-does it hurt?" she gasped.
	"S-so much," he snarled, "haaah, d-damn it!"
	"Yesss," she licked across his wound, "tell me how bad."
	"L-like...like, someone poured liquid fire all over it, AAAH!"
	"MMMPH, d-don't hold back, let me hear you scream."
Her tongue slithered across his blood as she got more excited, pounding her cunt harder and harder on his crotch until he felt a stinging throb from the heavy slap of her sturdy thighs.  The dark drake kissed him deep as he tasted his own red, groaning with a bestial sound before she growled even stronger than him, a sudden dominance taking over that made Spyro whimper in submissive glee.
Pumping her pussy on his trembling meat, Cynder couldn't last as she surprised herself by how quickly she came, incensed by the idea of her lover having his limbs cut up and torn asunder.  Spyro was thinking the same thing, imagining if she hadn't stopped the blade, if it had severed him completely to leave him dying with a bloodied stump, pouring his precious hero's blood across the table.  That sent him over the edge as he flooded her depths, roaring with bliss.
It took them a long five minutes to calm down in the post-climax, exhausting themselves as Cynder laid on top of her lover, blood still running off from his front leg as they savoured the silence of the workshop.  They kissed once again, suckling their tongues with a shiver as the last few sputters of dragon seed filmed along her walls.
	"I've never seen you so...entranced," she whispered, "you really are a masochist, aren't you Spyro?"
	"I-it's not a...good thing to be," he blushed panting.
	"Your body says otherwise...and I'm more than happy to oblige it.  How do you feel?"
	"Well...i-it hurts, really bad, can hardly move my leg."
	"Mmmm...I'll take care of it."  She licked across his cheek.  "And I'll take care of you."
Her smile teetered between joy and cruelty, a perfect combination that both frightened and excited him all the more with an extra pulse of thick jizz in her folds.  They rested together a moment longer, before Cynder would help him leave the old workshop.

For the following week, Spyro was unable to leave the fortress, resting his bandaged leg with its thick flensing cut.  Cynder had been the kindest matron, feeding him, helping him walk, excusing him from his friends anytime she went out to grab more supplies.  She loved being his carer, the idea that he had become so helpless that he had to rely on her for nearly everything, was strangely exciting.
Cynder became obsessed with the idea of making Spyro her vulnerable pet, more than she usually imagined him.  Her body trembled every time she thought back to the workshop, thinking if she hadn't stopped the blade in time, and watched her lover's leg become torn from his body to leave him permanently disabled.  He would never be able to leave her again, even with his wings.
Through the halls he would limp like a lame dog, gasping with soft whimpers that excited her body, and made her drip between her legs to the point that some nights whilst recuperating, she couldn't stop herself from coming into his room as he groaned in his bed.
	"A-aaagh, haaaah!"
	"Spyro?" she gasped.  "Are you alright?"
	"N-nnnngh...s-s-still sore, haah, s-so hot."
	"Yes it is-I mean-uhm, do you need a bandage change?"
	"No, but..." his eye drifted to her, "c-can I get some water?"
	"Of course."
She went to grab a mug of water, filling it up and carrying it with her tail wrapped round before she offered it to his lips.  A steady gulp helped soothe the fever he was developing, as she also brought a poultice to slip under his bandage and ease his scar.
	"You look so sweet like this," Cynder kissed his cheek, "like a mewling hatchling."
	"H-hah, hah, y-you sound like you want to be a mom," Spyro gasped, "I feel bad you have to look after me-"
	"A-ah...your mistress always loves having you beneath her.  In fact...I have to say your cries of pain are rather getting me flustered."
	"R-really?  Even when it's..."
Her eyes grew like a tiger ready to pounce.  The dragon patient saw and smelt her arousal thickening between her legs, which in turn caused him to throb under his sheets.  The dark dragoness pulled off his covers and climbed on top, tasting his shaft in passing with a long gliding lick across his thick pink meat.
A soft teasing suckle made the purple dragon shudder, spurting pre in her gullet.  She swallowed him to the hilt only once, then climbed fully onto his chest before grinding her pussy against it.  She was merciless upon his wounded form, smacking her hips on his own and pressing one of her paws on his wound to make it burn even harder.
	"A-AAAAGH, C-CAREFUL!"
	"Mmmmph...I told you," she murmured, "I love hearing you cry in pain...it's so sweet."
	"It...i-it is?"  Spyro moaned twisting his body.  "B-but this isn't one of our sessions-"
	"It can be...if you want it to be.  What do you say...my pet?"
	"...h-hurt me, mistress."
The suckling clench of her pussy folds pulled him into her sordid embrace, thrusting upwards inside as she stomped on his wound and scraped the bandage with her claws.  Plucking hard enough she gripped even the folds of his knitting scales, the dragoness chuckled at her lover's feeble cries which only further incited her lust.
She pumped herself fast, savouring his pain but not wanting to prolong it either as the hero snarled and shivered from her stamping paw and dragging heel.  It only made him throb even harder, and the surprise of her sexual hunger combined with his weakened body, made certain that he would cum much faster than he anticipated.
	"AAAAGH, A-AAAGH MISTRESS IT HURTS!"
	"Yes...scream for me," she shuddered, "feed me with your seed, fill your mistress with the song of your anguish!"
	"A-AAAAAARRGH!"
With a claw twisting inside his wound through the bandage, Spyro shot his thick wad of jizz inside her, the sharp rooting stab inciting a throb in his veins that made him flood her walls once again.  Cynder came in turn from his scream that trembled through her legs, rubbing her cuntlips on the thickening slit of her lover's crotch before he collapsed with exhausted relief.
	"Good boy."  She kissed his head.  "Now rest...I'll see you tomorrow, to hear you sing for me again."
So this would happen, every night while he was recuperating.  Cynder would arrive as the nurse, tend to his wound, feed him well, then ride his cock to the sounds of his whimpering.  Some days he managed to limp around the hall, and the dragoness could barely contain her urges to pin him there and rut him again, if he was willing.
Once he recovered, with the wound of his front leg healing over from its welted scar, Spyro was off again with his friends.  Cynder was alone again with her fantasies, which now became fervent wishes instead of dreams.  Dark sinister wishes that she knew somewhere in Spyro's heart, he secretly wanted too.
Cynder knew he loved being beneath her, savoured the pain and excitement from every slither of the blade across his neck, his legs and his belly.  For rest of the week after, she eagerly awaited him to come home with a renewed pain in his leg, whether he landed on it wrong, or just ran too much, and every time she had to nurse him even a little, her needs returned even greater.
	"How are you faring?" she asked him one day.
	"Better now," the purple drake grinned, "I can take the bandage off finally."
	"It was fun though, looking after you.  It was my fault after all-"
	"It's fine!"  Spyro grinned unravelling his bandage.  "It was really fun, even if it was really dangerous."
	"But that's WHY it's so fun, Spyro, I thought you loved danger!"
	"I do...but it was still quite scary."
	"Well, whilst you were out with your friends," she slinked her tail under his chin, "I was learning how to manage the workshop's devices...if you ever wanted to try again."
	"Really?" he gasped. "But, b-but I almost lost my leg!"
	"Because the controls were sticky!  But I managed to fix them up, loosen them with oils so I have perfect control over them."
	"I-i'm not sure, it was scary, you weren't on the table."
	"I know."  Cynder smiled leaning in.  "But you loved it.  You know you loved it, I know you loved it, there's nothing wrong with loving pain and just embracing it...you've already done so long enough."
	"...you'll be careful?"
	"I promise, to make you the happiest a dragon could be."
The purple drake looked towards his wound on the front leg, dark and glossy with scales forming over it.  His crotch started to thicken again with temptations running through him, a bulging desire he struggled to deny much to Cynder's growing glee.
	"It has been rather boring," he muttered, "since everything we've done.  I don't WANT to like the danger but it's...I've never felt more excited and alive when I-"
	"Nearly lost your limb?"
He nodded shamefully with a reddened face.
	"But you trust me...don't you Spyro?"
	"I...absolutely Cynder, I do trust you."
	"Then let's go...let's do it right."
They nodded towards the outside as they took flight towards the old workshop again, which looked somewhat cleaner than before as noted by the shiny look of the control panel for the buzzsaws.  Some of the wood shavings had been cleared by their paws and a few droplets of blood around the large wooden table.  His excitement grew once again as he climbed up on the table.
The sun slanted across his face from the crumbling roof, spots of light flickering over his horns and wondrous pupils of shimmering violet.  His leg was still sore from its recent healing, the tightening of his straps making him cringe with gasping pain as Cynder nuzzled his face.
	"Time to make you my perfect pet," she whispered, "do you enjoy our little walks, around my kingdom with you on my leash?"
	"Y-yes," Spyro shuddered slipping into character, "it was a beautiful day mistress, so cold and fresh."
	"It was...but now I think it's time you stay in the castle forever.  It's an awful big world out there and you...ohhh you sweet little thing you're just too...soft and weak to survive out there."
	"Am I?  But, but I'm strong for you mistress."
	"For me yes...to withstand my treatments.  But I know how weak you truly are...I just want to show the world your true self."
Her smile was like the tint of Malefor, frightening Spyro with excitement as his bulge thickened up once again with the prospect of her painful lessons.  If one asked Spyro how this all started, he couldn't possibly say, whether it was by Cynder's talents in the dark arts, or by his own masochistic tendencies that had slowly awakened over the course of his journey.
Whatever the cause, he had never been more excited than ever to be under the mercy of his mistress, as Cynder walked over to the controls and revved up the blades of her vicious saws.  The slow descent of the jagged teeth made him flinch with a gasp, the force of the saw pulling the air from his throat as it loomed ever closer.
	"Tell me Spyro," said Cynder, "would you ever miss seeing the world again?  Walking across the fields under the warm blue sky?"
	"I...wh-what do you mean?" he shuddered as the saw neared.
	"Would you live a life with me, and only me?  Or walk empty and alone across the warm beach, the cool winter alps, without me?"
	"OH, no!  N-no no I would never be anywhere without you!"
	"Even if it meant I took your body?"  She revved the saw harder.  "What if I took every one of your limbs, so you could never roam again without me at your side?  Think how much agony you would endure...just to stay with me."
	"H-hohh!  Ohhh jeez th-that...th-that sounds-AAAGH!"
The sawblade shrieked with a sudden lunge that almost touched his front leg, the pain spiking in his wound again from the clench of his nerves, as his wings spread out underneath his back with a sudden flap by his instinct.
	"You can be mine forever," Cynder snarled, "all you have to do, is beg me to cut everything from you.  Sever your earthly bonds, and become nothing but my helpless slave."
	"Will it...will it hurt?" he mewed.
	"Oh yes."  Her shudder breathed across the room.  "You've never known true suffering until this day Spyro.  I will make you suffer far worse than any death can bring."
Spyro pulsed with a full erection through all of this, throbbing at his thickest with veins flexing in his shaft as the sawblades came closer, teasing like swords threatening to rip him in twain.  He almost choked from the lack of air around him as the screeching blades tore past his face with a taunting sweep.
The hero pulled back his neck, tightening his legs as he felt the powerful teeth nip at his flesh once again, this time on the other front leg that was not yet wounded.  His mind was rent with panic, the subconscious urge to survive and flee trying to overpower his lustful desires.  A sudden shrikk of the scales made him yelp and turn his head, a red glossy sheen beneath the purple flesh that was ripped clean off.
	"HA-AAAH!  AAAAGH, O-OH THAT HURTS, OHHH!"
	"Good," Cynder smiled, "beg for it, SCREAM for your dismemberment like the filthy wretch you are!"
	"Y-YES!  YES, RIP ME TO PIECES MY MISTRESS, RIP MY LEGS APART, MAKE ME CRAWL LIKE THE FILTHY WYRM I AM!"
	"HAH, wyrm...ohhh you are so cute."
The sawblade pushed closer to his skin, tearing the flesh like a hot knife through butter but stopping just short of his muscles.  It was painful, but no worse than the usual cuttings that Cynder had given him, just more rapid-fire in their dozens of gouging teeth tearing away at the flesh bit by bit.  She waited until he cried out the safeword before she initiated her true plan.
	"HAAH, A-AAAGH, AAAH AAAAH OKAY, OKAY, T-TANGERINE, TANGERI-GYA-AAAAAAAAARRRGH!"
He barely recognised his own voice from the vile scream that erupted from it.  But what deafened him even more were the sounds of the sucking blood, the crunching of bone as the sawblade ripped through his leg.  Spyro couldn't believe it, his scream involuntary, but his mind not yet caught up to the horror of what he had begged for.  His wish had been granted, his blood spraying across his face for a moment as a spell cast above him.
	"IGNIS MALEFES!"
A storm of green fire whirled past his eyes, Cynder blasting a harsh breath of deep jade from her throat that spiralled towards his stump.  His leg rolled off the table, gone before he could see it, the saw spraying his blood across the walls in beautiful crimson arcs.  The severed limb was soon wreathed in a burning flame, powerful chars of emerald that melted the blood drooling into a puddle beside him.
	"C-CYNDER, CYNDERRRR!  WH-WHAT, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
	"Giving you your wish!" she cried clutching her claws.  "This is what you wanted!"
	"I SAID THE SAFEWORD, TH-THIS...M-MY LEG!  YOU TOOK MY LEG!"
	"I know, Spyro.  But look at yourself."
She pointed to his throbbing meat.
	"Can you truly tell me this was never what you wanted?  I told you I would make you the happiest dragon...through your immense suffering."
	"H-h-hohhh...h-hoh jeez, i-i-i hurts...h-hurts SO MUCH, A-AAAAGH!"
	"And you love every second of it," she cooed leaning on the panel, "don't be afraid Spyro.  You're a hero.  You knew what you wanted all along, and I as your mistress am here to give it to you."
	"A-are you...are you really...you're going to do this to me?"
	"Because YOU want it.  As do I.  Just say yes my little pet.  Submit to me, give in to your wants, your duties are done, there is no more need for you to be a brave hero.  What do YOU want, Spyro?  Truly, shamelessly, in your deepest yearning, what do you want?"
He gulped with a shivering breath, hot with the flames of agony trickling off his tongue as he looked to his stump.  He could hardly believe she did it, the smouldering flames now sealing the wound to a deep black as the blood boiled underneath.
Through the suffering of his mind, burning deep with a scarlet throb, he looked towards his aching pillar of thick dragon meat.  It had never been this hard in his life until now, that it was positively cumming, or at the very least was edging close in an instant.  He wasn't sure if the shock or the desire made him say yes.  But he said it either way.
	"Yes...m-mistress.  Please...cut me off, rip me apart...t-take my limbs until I'm nothing but yours."
	"Good."  She tapped the crystals on the panel.  "I've been long waiting for this day, my dear little pet."
The sawblades pulled closer again, this time aiming towards the left back leg that stiffened in a shrieking panic.  Now that he knew what her plan was, his fear was genuine, sweat trickling off his brow mixing with the blood that had drenched his face as the teeth of metal went straight to his leg.
There was no hesitation this time, the shattering crunch of his bone and the severing of ribbons, red muscular strands snapping apart as he screamed even harder when the shock resurged.  His heart was pounding, the agony intense like a burning needle driven through his skull as he writhed trying to kick his remining legs in frantic urge to live.
But his cock spurted delightful, cumming onto himself as it mixed with the scarlet hue that painted his belly, his scars glistening with red and white as he bucked his hips with pumping thrusts.  A pathetic sob escaped him as he couldn't believe he had submitted like this, let Cynder do this to him, his beloved tearing him apart like an unwanted toy.
And yet he couldn't stop cumming, the pleasure so sharp a feeling that it stulted his brain and briefly rendered him to a drooling mess, eyes rolling back with a guttural groan as steel teeth ripped through his bone, a wet meaty crunch that dripped off his ears.
Another burning pyre thickened around his new stump, his tail dripping in blood from the gorged wound of his former leg.  By this point Spyro had entered some sort of trance, the boundary between pain and pleasure where he balanced on the wire.  Sometimes the agony flickered in the back of his eyes with a screeching sob.  Other times he spurted so hard he shot his cum on his own face with a wheezing sigh.
	"Ohhh yes."  Cynder put her claws between her legs.  "Ohhh I've been waiting to make you so worthless my dear pet.  Look, how much you bleed, how crippled you are that I can't wait to use you, as my baseless toy."
	"H-hrrrkh...ghhhrrkh!"  His voice choked seeing his severed leg.  "M-mi...mistress...h-hhhhow h-happy I am...to please you."
	"You've never pleased me greater than this," she sighed, "I have...ohhh by the heavens I've never been this wet in my life."
	"A-a-aaaah, aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!"
The saw came down on his remaining rear leg, shards of femur became shrapnel that flew like petals from the grinding crack.  Spyro could hardly watch, but the sight combined with the pain made him spurt even harder, painting his neck with streams of white as he clenched his teeth with a muted screech.
He could hardly comprehend the fact he was being severed from limb to limb, his back legs gone fully to splay apart beneath his stumps, his tail drenched in a growing puddle of red.  The purple drake reached his head forwards to see the inside of his severed leg, a thick chunk of meat wrapped in violet with a bony centre he could barely recognise as his own body.
Cynder summoned a flame to wreathe round his stump, burning harsh into the wound and shutting down the bleeding to keep him stable.  The loss of blood even with this was starting to get to him, the dragon moaning with a soft dizzy head and a pale look come over his face.
His body kicked with a natural adrenaline, frantic spasms from his nerves that were set alight with bristling agony.  The table shook with his violent form, spraying his cock to glaze himself with jizz and even paint the sawblades that dripped red across his body, and marked his wings spread out underneath.
Oh but his wings!  Cynder gasped with a sudden idea.  To think of them ripped asunder, like petals on the breeze, the life and hopes of a dragon lived and died upon his wings.  If she took those, he wouldn't even be a dragon, or a hero.  A pathetic wyrm.  HER pathetic beloved wyrm.  But no, not yet.  Not here.  She wanted to savour his destruction, taking his legs was enough for this moment.
	"Are you ready Spyro?" she called out to him.  "One last leg...and it's the one that these blades had their first taste of you.  A reminder of your life that could have been, if you had not said yes."
	"H-h-hhhhrrrr....h-hurts...s-so hard.  Love.  L-love you...mistress."
	"Mmmmm...I loved you too."
Her lips grew wide as she pressed down on the crystal.  Spyro almost passed out when the realisation set in for his full dismemberment, his eyes glazing over with a foggy head as the blood poured from him even thicker.  His last leg on the front, cracked apart like an egg as it flew off the table and clattered to the floor.  He heard his blood spurting to the beat of his heart, the same beat that was pulsing cum from his spirited cock that struggled to stay vigilant against the growing anaemia.
His lover's flame blackened the last of his stumps.  His eyes drifted over to see that emerald fire, verdant tongues licking across his flesh to curl the scale and char the severed limb.  There were strands of bone jutting out like nails in wood, threads of loose hanging veins and nerves that continued to spasm in writhing pain like a serpent's death.  It felt like all a dream, but one that Cynder had long envisioned as she stared at him from the panel.
Never had Spyro looked more beautiful to her than this moment.  A torso, a tail, and a face that smiled back at her, with eyes weak yet full of devotion, lost without his pride of a hero that she had somehow ripped from his being along with the rest of his limbs.  He was a singular shape that resembled a fat snake, his cock still pumping with hot drooling white as he started to cry.
	"How do you feel?" she asked earnest.  "Do you feel...complete?"
	"I...I-i feel...happy?"  He asked like a child needing permission.  "It feels...feels like I'm nothing left."
	"No."  Cynder walked over to him.  "Now...you are everything, to me."

Spyro's life would end that day, under the servitude of his mistress.  She would take him home on her back, carrying his legs in a sack where she would have them hollowed out and eventually made into bedposts for her room.  From that point on, anytime she was horny, she would use him as her plaything, and not necessarily always using his cock.
He spent weeks recuperating, still in his own room, but anytime she needed him, she would climb on top of him and ride him like a saddle, panting and groaning as he would lie there with his stumps "kicking" about, waggling his useless limbs as she pounded her cunt against the bed.
His eyes were fazed in a reverie of bliss and blood loss, the room swimming around him as he stared upon his beloved mistress, every time they fucked until they were done and she would leave him once again.  Cynder could never stop herself dripping at the sight of his crippled form, writhing in the bed bereft of his feet to the point that he couldn't even roll out of bed without hurting himself.
As a result, Cynder had to help him for every single thing, the young former hero now a helpless beast whom she would have to clean, feed and water every day much to her relish.  Seeing that vulnerable drake, crawling on his belly through the halls with wings flapping weak as he slithered like a snake, caused Cynder to leave a trail of arousal everywhere she walked.
	"Let's go outside today," she said once his stumps had healed, "I'm sure your friends have been worried about you."
	"Yes mistress," he nodded with his chin on the floor, "I'm still not sure if I can fly though."
	"I'll carry you my sweet pet," she kissed his head, "then when we come back...I shall be the male and make you feel what you give me."
His face turned a luscious shade of red as he squirmed underneath, his lover picking him up onto her back half-draped like a feather boa before she would fly off across the skies and search for Flame and Ember.  Much to her joy they were in the town centre, where other dragons communed with stalls selling their wares of fine-crafted jewellery.
	"Helloooo everyone," said Cynder landing.
	"OH, Cynder, SPYRO!"
The two friends of the purple dragon came bouncing over, reddish-orange and rosy-pink whose faces widened in relief at the sight of Spyro.  That is, until he rolled off of Cynder's back with her wing lowered like a ramp.  All of the dragons stopped their business on the street, staring in shock at the hero's lack of limbs.
	"Wha-...S-spyro?"
	"Oh, hi Flame, Ember!"  The wyrm crawled up on his belly.  "How are you?  Sorry I've been away so long."
	"Wh-what HAPPENED?!" shrieked Ember.
	"Oh, I just...well, things happen."
	"You just, happen to lose all your legs?!" gasped Flame shaking his head.  "But how did i-"
	"Ahaha, that's a funny story," Spyro wiggled a stump trying to scratch his head, "I could tell you all better, but I just came out for some fresh air, after being cooped up at home so long."
	"Exactly," Cynder petted him, "we'd love to sit and talk, but for now Spyro needs his exercise.  Come along dear."
	"Yes mistress!"
He blushed realising what he said, his friends agasp and looking at each other but Cynder didn't mind.  She was all the more happy to see their confusion as she walked with Spyro towards the grassy outskirts of the town, with other dragons shaking their heads in a growing pity at the fallen hero.
Spyro didn't care.  He was happier than he had ever been to give up his freedom to the one he loved, crawling forwards on his belly like a python as his wings flapped pathetically.  The cobblestones hurt him, grinding on his scales with a rasping scrape until he reached the soft grass, where he rolled around and nuzzled the cool damp like a dog at the park.
Cynder watched him with fascination, stretching out her paws on the grass and relaxing in the sun, loving the shock, shame and sadness of the dragons who watched.  Flame and Ember would come over once again, questions burning in their mind as Spyro looked up at them.
	"Um...what, happened?" the pink drake shuddered.  "You...a-all your legs are-"
	"Gone!" cried Flame.  "How, what did this to you?!"
	"I had a really bad accident," Spyro grinned on his back, "at an old workshop, got trapped in the blades and...well, that was it."
	"Oh jeez, that's awful!"
	"Ehh...it's alright, I have Cynder with me, she managed to rescue me."
	"He's safe now," the dark dragoness rubbed his horns, "he owes his life to me, after I saved him from a terrible fate."
	"Well, thank you," Flame bowed to her, "I know we haven't talked much but, you two always seem close."
	"Where was this workshop?" Ember tapped her chin.  "I don't know anywhere like tha-"
	"Near the mountains," Cynder shook her head, "you shouldn't go there, look what happened to Spyro.  He's lucky to even still be alive, thanks to me."
	"Oh, r-right...I'm so sorry Spyro, I can't imagine how terrible this must be for you-"
	"Hey, don't worry."  The former hero smiled craning his neck.  "I have Cynder keeping me safe, and what matters is I'm still here...right?"
	"...right."
She smiled sweetly at his cheerful enthusiasm, a small tear trickling out as they talked with him for a while longer, but he never left Cynder's side.  When she went to get supplies, he followed her with a snail's pace, crawling hard through the street like a lowly runt as she gathered food.
Anytime a stall owner would ask on his condition, Spyro would simply grin and apologise before they moved on, grabbing bread, cheese and meats before they would finally return.  One entire walk around the town square that left Spyro exhausted, his golden-amber belly now flecked with marks from all his crawling before she would drape him on his back, and fly away back home.
	"That was a lovely day wasn't it little pet?" she asked once they landed.
	"Yes mistress!" Spyro cried crawling beside her through the halls.  "Everyone was really surprised to see me."
	"But they're glad to see you're well...one day they might understand your true place under me.  Speaking of..."
She placed her basket of food on the living room table before she gripped one of his horns.
	"Let's give you a special treat, shall we?"
Spyro nodded with a gasp as she followed her to her room, slithering with his stumps scrabbling hard on the floor with rotating bumps like a centipede.  She helped him onto her bed, rolling him across the covers before she went to a cupboard and fished out a particular-looking device.
The moment Spyro saw its double-ended shape with a strapguard in the middle, he throbbed with a thickening bulge as he laid on his back with a thumping tail.  The leather strap-on was one of Cynder's favourites, as she pushed one end into her cunt with a gasping sigh before using her teeth and front paws to lock the harness to her body.
	"Are you ready to be my female tonight?" Cynder purred climbing onto the bed.  "You look so pretty like this...like a doll, made just for me."
	"Hah, haaaah...I-i've never wanted to be...anything more," whispered Spyro, "being your...doll."
	"Such a good little pet."  She gripped his horn and pulled his head to her leather cock.  "Suck me like the wyrm you are."
So he did.  His eyes closed as he nursed on her shaft, moaning with his own meat throbbing in need and no means to help it, his stumps trying to reach by an instinct not-yet gone from his phantom limbs.  A pain trembled through them now and again, making him clench and spurt pre on himself from remembering that sweet agony.
His tongue flickered across the dragoness' cock, pumping his throat until he choked with a deep hilt to make her shudder in bliss when she mounted his head with both paws gripping.  Fucking his snout she pushed his head back and slapped her hips against him, her back feet inches from his blackened stumps that wiggled feebly against her paws.
	"Haaah...y-yes...that's a good little bitch.  MMmmph...I'm so glad you gave yourself up to me.  So much for being a hero...now you're just nothing.  Nothing but my property...my doll...my personal slave."
She pulled out when he started choking, a slight cough from his gullet as he whimpered happily up at her.
	"I-i'm so glad to be your pet," said the former hero, "th-thank you, for ripping off my legs and...making sure I'm nothing but yours ever again."
	"Mmmm...so sweet."  She kissed him again.  "Perhaps in a month I can take your wings and make them into a nice...emblem of sorts, to hang over my bed."
	"OH!  Th-that would be wonderful, yes, rip everything from my body until I'm nothing but your...y-your worthless cocksleeve."
	"Ohhh Spyro."  She pressed her length against his pucker.  "You already are."
With a firm thrust she plunged in deep to the hilt, a gasping cry from her lover as he throbbed with another spurt of pre from his spreading hole at the base of his tail.  Cynder knew he would take it well, having done so before but this was the first time she pegged him since his transformation to a wyrm.  She watched him with ecstasy through them both, his writhing body like a purple tube as his stumps pushed out towards her as if making an invisible hug.
Tears came from his eyes in deep pleasure at his subservience, panting sweet as they kissed once again, tongues wrapped round each other as she fucked him harder, slamming her dark pillar into his prostate to make him squirt on both of their bellies.  Spyro's walls clenched with rippling excitement, his tail flicking faster between her legs whilst his stumps rolled in their joints.
	"M-MMMPH, mmmhhh!  C-cynder, haaah, C-cynder I'm...h-harder please!"
	"Yes," she shuddered, "tell me again, how glad you are I dismembered you.  Tell me how worthless you were until I crippled you to be my permanent slave."
	"HAH, AAAH!  I-it was the best, the best pain I-i ever felt, ohhh Cynder, thank you, THANK YOU!  You crippled me so hard, I only wish you could cripple me again to make me your slave even harder!"
	"Wait until your wings are next."
She suddenly reached down to bite one of said wings with a firm tug.
	"These will be next...and you shall truly mean nothing to the world...ever again, Spyro."
Her jaws scraping along the leathery membrane made him shoot even harder, the fallen hero cumming at last with a trembling mewl as he pumped his seed on both himself and his mistress.  The clenching of his muscles inside made Cynder also cum in turn from the sucking pull of her dildo, roaring with a dominant force that made his body wither.
With spattered cum on his belly full of cuts, Spyro felt the trembling drips of his mistress pool out from her straps before her felt her jizz on his stumps.  She buried herself deep and laid on top of him, wrapping her legs possessive round his body as she stroked him with teasing claws.
	"Good boy," she whispered, "you...sweet little hero of mine."
A claw stroked over his panting lips.
	"Isn't this much better for you?  All you have to do...is serve my needs...and I shall be your claws, your legs...not that you ever deserved to have them."
	"Mmmmph," he suckled on her claw, "you're right...I never wanted them either...my mistress."