Ten generations had passed since the death of Hope, when Malefor had taken the world and steeped it in His darkness.  The prophecy was undone, and the only one who had been foretold to stop him, was now at his mercy in a vicious cycle.
His long crimson horns scraped the fires in their sconces as he sat on his throne.  The monstrous purple dragon stretched his bloody wings with a smile from his hooked chin.  Scars riddled his form, but his power fumed across the hall with such force, that a simple breath caused the flames to wilt.
Kneeling before him were his two favourite subjects, a smaller purple dragon with amber belly and golden horns, next to a dragoness of black scales and wine-red stomach.  They no longer needed their shackles, so obedient they had become after the first death they experienced.  Malefor had lost count how many times they had died, not that he cared feeling their tongues caress his long superior shaft that thickened on their lips.
	"Tis not a beautiful day to die, my children?"
	"Yes," Spyro gasped, "hohhh it is master."
	"Will you kill us again?" Cynder murmured.  "I crave our deaths again, every second I live makes me suffer."
	"But of course," their god grinned with a rumbling purr, "am I not your saviour?  One who brought you to ascension, to the heavens where you belong forever?"
	"Absolutely," the dragoness licked across his tip, "this is the only time I'll ever be happy, dying for your sweet pleasure, dear master."
	"I wish you had killed me sooner!" whimpered Spyro sucking the head.  "Ohh master, I never want to leave your body again, let me feed you, please you, a-anything, PLEASE!"
	"Such good little ones."  The beast stroked their heads.  "Share your execution, savour it.  The greatest tragedy would be to die alone."
They took turns pleasuring him, sucking the glans one after the other in long deepthroating gulps.  When one dragon swapped to the other, they would taste each other's saliva in long dripping lines, before they would kiss with the swollen tip in their mouths.
Malefor shuddered with bliss, his thickening pre swelling up to bulge their cheeks as they struggled to swallow it all without coughing.  Eventually they let it smother their faces, hot sticky webs painting their scales white before the great fiend pushed them back.
	"I think for this cycle, it would do you good to be more proactive in your deaths.  Choose one."
He offered three small chests for them to open, as they gleefully picked one each.  Spyro found a cruel-looking knife that glinted with emerald song, whilst Cynder found a long rope ending in a noose.
	"What, what is this master?" the young drake asked.
	"Your suicide," Malefor chuckled, "your loyalty and acceptance has marvelled me with such joy, I now give you the gift of taking your own lives."
	"Hohhh!" Cynder shivered through her tail.  "Ohhh master, ohh you shouldn't have, s-such a wonderful gift!"
	"The rope I need not explain.  The dagger, is a special tool for sacrificial rituals, to keep an offering alive for longer...despite its eventual death."
	"I'm so honoured," Spyro picked up the blade in his front paw, "I...I want to slit my throat, feel my blood stain your beautiful shaft."
	"Let us not be hasty," the great dragon patted his head, "I would dearly love to fill your body with my godly seed...if it were opened up for me."
He gave a sadistic wink as his slave understood, giggling like a hatchling before he turned to Cynder already putting the noose round her neck.
	"My, aren't you a fetching little girl."
	"Th-thank you master," she blushed swishing her tail, "how do I look?"
	"Like no one would miss you, little Cynder."
Her face turned to beetroot as her wings flapped in excitement.  Malefor pointed to the rafters above his head.
	"Hang yourself there," he pointed to the rafters, "so I may still taste you whilst your friend demonstrates his loyalty."
	"Yes, yes, thank you again master, you wonderful creature you!"
She almost tried to kiss him, but he met her first with a long lick and a deep tongue that consumed hers.  One sweet suck before they pulled apart, as Cynder flapped high to the rafter.  There was no need to restrain them anymore, so lost in his power they were given free reign of the castle but they never came close to leaving.
So entranced by generations of deaths and revival at his whim that they were helplessly placid.  The dragoness tied the knot, then stood on the rafter with noose round her.  She watched and waited until Malefor could see.
Spyro laid on his back beneath their lord, the knife temptingly placed on his belly just above the slit where his cock would be.  Malefor looked down upon him, his own gorgeous shaft looming as he dripped on the young drake.
	"Show me your death, Spyro.  Tell me how much you wish to take your own life."
	"I...haah, I-i wish I'd never been born, I wish...I wish my egg had been crushed under your foot and smeared on your heels!"
	"Good," he shuddered with bliss, "why do you wish to die, dear hero?"
	"Because...I," Spyro gulped back tears of joy, "i-it's the only thing that makes me truly happy...to die for you.  Knowing someone, is happier because I'm dead."
	"Good boy."  Malefor bent down to kiss him.  "Kill yourself, Spyro.  Bring me the only joy I would ever know in this life."
His tongue stuffed into Spyro's snout, moaning whimpers lost beneath the deep bass growls and consuming his thoughts with lust.  Malefor's warmth rumbled in his heart, as Spyro turned erect almost instant with a peaking timid length.  Once his master pulled back, drooling hot spit across his neck, the smaller drake gripped the dagger in both his front paws.
In the first four cycles, he would have hesitated, struggled to hurt himself even knowing it made Malefor happy.  But now it was easy, a beautiful pain he wanted, almost relished when he plunged deep into his stomach.  Cries of anguish filled his throat, red trickling out his belly before pulling the knife hard towards himself.
The knife was perfectly sharp, cutting his scales apart and gliding across his ribs, severing the fleshy wall that kept his organs contained before the flesh unfolded.  A luscious crimson would form a river as he screamed in panting sobs.  But his smile remained, always happy to see Malefor's face grinning upon him.
Spyro stopped just before his neck, exhaustion building as he managed to grab both sides of his chest and pull it open with great agony, exposing himself and all his beautiful innards.  His heart beat with desperation inside its little prison, along with his stomach, liver and kidneys twitching as well as the three lungs that dragons had, two of which were for breathing and one for the flames.
	"D-do you like it?" the failed hero whispered.  "Did I...make you happy, master?"
	"Yes, my dear Spyro."  Malefor licked his lips.  "What a beautiful sacrifice you make.  But now it is Cynder's turn."
He looked up to the rafters where she stood prim and waiting, excited but nervous like a baby chick about to fly.
	"Do you desire my joy, with the end of your life?"
	"Yes, master," she purred feeling the noose, "I hope, I-i hope my suicide makes you even happier than Spyro's death."
	"You think you're more worthy?"
	"I-i was yours first...was I not?  Who cares about that little drake, even I won't miss him when he's gone."
	"Good."  The master raised his head closer to her.  "Drop yourself before me...and let me taste your last breath."
Cynder folded her wings and dropped off the rafter.  The crack of the rope was sudden, ripping her spine back with a gasping howl as her legs kicked in frantic spasm.  Yet through the many deaths she had savoured, the dragoness learned to suppress the survival instinct, giving over to recklessness just as Spyro had done.
The old Cynder would have fought and kicked, pulled herself up and flown free from the trap.  But here she accepted it, her wings forced down and her legs only twitching by the desperate yearn to breathe that all creatures had.  Her tail swung back and forth, her pussy dripping wet for the coming abyss, as she felt Malefor's thick breath across it.
The choking gasps excited their master as her eyes rolled up, the dragon lord kissing her lips between her legs before pushing his tongue within.  Such a sweet bitter taste she had, as he plowed her depths and suckled her walls that  clenched against him.  Her death in turn would benefit Spyro, who watched in excitement at Malefor's thick pillar of flesh starting to pre on his stomach.
	"HAAAH!  A-AAAH!  M-master, YES, please, drown me in your seed, ohhh master!"
The young former hero panted with joy as his body cavity was slowly filled in.  Thickening white would pour over his organs, drown his heart and kidneys to the point that every rapid beat caused the goo to sputter and pop with bubbles.  The dagger had infected him with a burst of vitality, a swarm of jade motes around his heart to keep him living just that bit longer.  Long enough for Malefor to bend his hips and buck against his slave.
The grand obelisk would scrape along his opened belly, catching the folds and plucking his liver with a hard pull that made Spyro shriek from its displacement.  But he only grew harder, throbbing in his own member as he jerked himself off frantically, adding his own pre to mix with his master's.
His heart kept pumping beneath the growing pond, thudding against his ribs with a trembling minuet that made Malefor groan into Cynder's pussy.  The dragoness could not speak, choking in bliss as her legs twitched against her master's teeth, fucked on his tongue that almost crept into her womb.
	"Yessss," murmured their lord, "suffer for your god, little ones.  I have never known a sight greater, more joyful, than your deaths.  I only regret, that the world you once had could not witness your extinction."
	"H-haaah," Spyro gasped, "I-i wish...everyone saw us die too, s-so many would want it!"
	"Th-thrrnk...yuu," Cynder struggled in her last.
	"Perhaps one day," Malefor chuckled, "but for now...your suicides are the perfect gift to me, and me alone."
Grabbing Spyro's body to cradle in one hand, he splayed him against the underside of his mighty shaft and fucked through his insides.  The young drake cried at the brutal tip stabbing beneath his ribs, scrubbing out his organs and crushing his stomach to a gooey paste.  The failure of a hero watched with a crooked smile, almost laughing in anguish as the monstrous meat punched his heart.
His own cock was crushed underneath, not that it mattered, he didn't even notice he had cum from the abject suffering he came to love as spots of pathetic white smeared along the base of Malefor's length.  His godly lance speared the hero's heart and ripped it asunder, tearing it wide like wet cardboard to spackle all over his great obelisk.
The young purple dragon spasmed with the loss of blood, his eyes rolling up and his brain screaming with adrenaline, a fire that would prolong his agony a little longer.  Malefor hooked his cock beneath the ribs and pushed through Spyro's throat, turning it to his own personal cocksleeve.
	"Ohhhh Spyro," shuddered the villain, "if only Ignitus could see you now, so proud he would have been.  Just as I am proud of you, Cynder."
The black dragoness would scream her last, her lungs burning up to shrivel as her neck became purple.  Her eyes were bloodshot, her muscles burning as her voice turned to a ragged shriek.  She came in her last moments, spurting juices down Malefor's tongue that danced and twisted inside her folds, feeding her master with her last moments.
Her body twitched as her head would droop, legs falling down as her mind began to lose sight of all her dreams and memories.  It was a wonderful feeling, like walking into dreams and never returning, an odd floating sensation when her heart would finally stop.  A smile flickered across her, as Malefor kept eating her dying pussy.
Once he felt her last twitch, he opened his jaws and swallowed her whole, his teeth closing above her head to snap the rope and send her slithering into darkness.  One deafening gulp was the last Cynder felt as his throat muscles embraced her, down into his stomach to rest her weary head.  She was gone to her dreams, as light after light within the synapses of her brain would flicker into darkness.
	"Beautiful," the great Malefor sighed, "like watching the stars disappear.  Just as you did, Spyro."
He looked down at the flayed-open corpse dangling off his meat.  His cock had pushed through the throat and was now bulging so thick he didn't need to hold the dragon, letting his purple flesh dangle.  The swollen glans had broken through the jaw and now peeked out of Spyro's throat, his eyes rolled up as a river of blood dripped off his legs.
	"Fear not, little failure.  No one misses you."
The lord grabbed his shaft and pumped himself with a blissful snarl, as Spyro's corpse hung like a tattered flag of eternal surrender.  Bubbling pre sprayed out his lips, festooning his body until his master would cum at last in a roar triumphant.  His rightful seed would drench the floor, shooting out of Spyro's throat as he stared gaping at his master.
Flensed and bedraggled, he hung upon the lance that slayed him until Malefor was finished, smothering the dead drake in porous cream.  He grabbed Spyro's hanging body and pulled hard, causing his length to creak downwards still caught inside the throat, until the flesh would tear and the spine would snap.  Spyro's skull remained affixed on the shaft, his body tossed aside as the cumrag he had always been.
	"Mmmmmph...good boy."
The god of this world laid on his back to look upon the hero's head, his jaws wrapped round the glans like a macabre cockring with eyes rolled up, and his tongue drooling jizz.
	"I am so fortunate you exist...how could I ever despise such a dear young thing, who knows his place as the whore of death?"

Another cycle would pass, another generation of creatures doomed beneath the wrath of Malefor.  The world crumbled a little further, mountains fell apart and lakes turned drier in a caustic plague.  The sky kept burning, and even in the dreams of those who found safety beneath, the claws of their master would rake through their minds to infect them with nightmares.
In the midst of that cycle, up high in Malefor's dreadsome fort, two souls would return after their joyful suicide.  Never would they be free, not even death a refuge from their master, who by his great and fearsome power, would pull them back by tethered strings of misting green.
Even when their bodies had been completely dismembered, they would both be revived by an agonising process.  The soul was the truth of the body, and with his dark incantations he watched the two little spirits convulse and twist with vile rejuvenation.  Their pale forms would turn solid, their bones reforming in horrid splinters that grew into femurs.
Blood veins and scales rippled along the marrow like cherry blossoms in spring.  Their voices came gasping from the abyss as wretched howls when their skulls reassembled with a crackling shudder, horns twisting out their scalps and eyes filling in with watery fluid.
A scientist would have considered this similar to cloning, but it was not.  Their souls were always the same, they remembered every death and they smiled every time upon awakening.  Knowing they would suffer again for their lord's great pleasure.
	"Return to me...my children."
Malefor licked his lips at the two dragons' revival, their legs stumbling forth on moulting claws.  Their eyes solidified and their tongues turned thick with one heaving gasp, collapsing on the ground with a wretched cough.
	"Welcome back," the dread Malefor chuckled, "how was the great beyond?"
	"C-c-cold," Spyro rasped, "s-so cold...I missed your warmth...raping me, master."
	"M-me too," whimpered Cynder, "ohhhh...it was so...mmmph, the best part of death was...dying for you."
	"Such good little dears."  he stroked their heads.  "Attend to your duties...and if you are good, I shall end your lives again."
	"Yes, master!  Th-thank you, thank you for killing us, every death is a joy!"
They staggered off into the halls to fulfil their duties, which largely consisted of preparing food and cleaning rooms every once a while.  Malefor only ever used two rooms, his throne and his chambers with the rest left to ruin.  He liked the aesthetic, finding a strange beauty in the destruction and desecration of all things.  A book told a far better story when its pages were burnt and tattered.
	"Do you think we'll ever die truly?" asked Cynder smoothing the sheets.
	"I don't know," Spyro pushed a broom across the floor, "I know we were supposed to save the world but...doesn't this feel like where we belong?"
	"I think so too," she fluffed pillows between her claws, "it's strange how this came to be, even after all the prophecy and adventure we had."
	"What matters is we're happy...right?"  The drake leaned up against Malefor's bed.  "We're together, and we're doing what we always wanted to do."
	"Dying together?"
	"To make others happy.  And I'm happy too, even if that means I'm a failed hero."
They both kissed across the bed, a giddy little smile as they finished cleaning the bedroom.  Afterwards they returned to their master, who as eager as he was to kill the failures again, both subjects and lord knew that every revival required some "soul-settling", some time for the spirits to readjust to corporeal state.
Not that it didn't stop them pleasuring their master, a pair of tongues licking across his enormous shaft and occasionally stuffing holes to fill with his splendour.  But of course their needs were great, and a week after their previous death, they were summoned once more to the throne.
	"Good tidings, my children," said Malefor tapping his claws, "have you slept well?"
	"Yes master," Cynder bowed, "what do you need from us today?"
	"Mmmm, perhaps your deaths would bring me joy on this lonesome eve."
	"OH, yes!" Spyro bounced like a puppy.  "I've been waiting so long to die again, please master!"
	"Ha ha ha...such a sweet failure you are," he stroked the young drake, "a pathetic hero makes a beautiful corpse."
	"I've never been happier than the first day I died for you...how can we please you today, master?"
	"I am somewhat ravenous more than usual," the great lord stretched himself, "perhaps you two could sate my needs, and feed your king."
They watched his grand belly expose itself with a gentle heave, their bodies trembling in excitement as they walked up towards his powerful gut and pressed their heads against it.  The shuddering rumble as deep as a cavern made their skulls shudder, their crotches tightening from the sounds of gurgling acid that popped in their ears.
	"Hohhh...it sounds so beautiful," Spyro kissed the belly.
	"Are we...are we to feed you?" gasped Cynder nuzzling it.
	"But of course," Malefor chuckled, "what else is your purpose?"
	"Mmmmph, c-can I be...alive this time, to suffer in your stomach and...feel my body nourish you?"
	"As you wish...my dear Cynder."
He leaned down to kiss her lips, still keeping on his side with his hot meaty breath washing over her face to tease her even more.  The dragoness started dripping from her pussy as she kissed him deeper, suckling his thick tongue as Spyro whimpered at the side wanting his own smooch from the dark lord.
Malefor kissed him in turn, plunging his tongue deep to make Spyro throb from between his legs, a pulsing young shaft as he bucked with anticipation.  Their master pulled back before opening his mouth wide, laying his chin on the floor to let them walk straight inside between his rows of long teeth.
	"Ladies first," he rasped.
	"G-go on Cynder," Spyro nudged her, "I wanna...I wanna see you go down his throat."
	"Thank you," she licked his face, "I'll see you soon Spyro...my love."
Stepping on her master's tongue, she pushed her head beneath the dangling pearly whites that scratched her neck.  It was a slight squeeze for her fully body, but she managed to turn herself round to stand at the back of the tongue and wave to Spyro, watching the jaws close and the light of the world disappear once again.
The master raised his head and swallowed deep, feeling her full body creep down inside as Cynder cried out from within.  Spyro watched her large bulge travelling down the throat with glee, as she soon disappeared into the stomach where he called out.
	"Cynder!  Are you still there?"
	"Spyro!" she cried from inside.  "Oh, it feels so wonderful, come join me in death!"
	"I'll be right there!"
He turned towards Malefor's widening grin, the great lord of darkness opening his jaws once again and rolling his tongue out like a red carpet.  Spyro struggled not to just run in immediately, laying himself down on the tongue and rubbing his preing cock against it.
	"Do I taste good, master?"
	"Mmmmhhhmmm," Malefor muttered.
	"Good...I'm ready master.  Swallow me...eat me...let this failure of a hero feed you!"
A raspy chuckle punched Spyro's face with a gasping heat, before Malefor closed his jaws and lifted his head.  The smaller dragon watched the abyss before him, a long dark tunnel of rippling muscles and drooling walls that embraced him when his master gulped.  The swallowing deafened his ears, gurgling down as Spyro slipped through the oesophagus that pushed his back legs and opened around his head.
Sliding further he felt the air become heavy, until he splashed down into a thick pool of acid.  The bubbling spew tickled his scales with a tingling sensation, as he saw Cynder faintly through the murky gloom, darkness consuming their vision apart from the simmering heat of the gurgling pool.
Spyro saw his beloved already fingering herself, panting moans echoing through the walls as he crawled into the stomach juice.  Slithering like a shark towards her, the young dragon surprised her with his snout pushing into her cunt with a giggling gasp.
	"OH!  Ohhh, I-i thought Malefor was the only one eating me today."
	"Mmmmhhh...can't help you're so delicious," he muttered licking her walls, "let's have some fun, before we're gone forever again."
The dragoness shuddered as she spread her legs, letting Spyro eat her out even deeper with a trembling gasp.  Cynder cried out as she bucked her hips against him, his tongue swirling around within her depths as they splashed the stomach acids around them.
The tingling became a sizzling heat, as the juices started digesting them slowly at the behest of Malefor.  Being the master he was of his own body, the great lord could control his metabolism and prolong their suffering much to his whims.  Spyro became ravenous, eating her pussy more as he stuffed his snout so deep it started to hurt, her cunt tightening in reflex to almost suffocate him.
Not that he minded one bit, desperate to see if he could lick her cervix as she yelped with cries of bliss.  She slipped her tail out to his shaft and stroked him longfully, teasing the purple drake as his pre drooled on her razor tip.  She contemplated cutting him, slicing pieces, but knew that their master would want them whole.
	"Yesss...aaah!  Ohh Spyro, eat me, breed me!  F-fill me nice and full for our master."
	"Mmmmmh!" he pulled out with a shlurp of his drooling snout.  "That's a wonderful idea...let's give our lord a nice thick meal."
He clambered on top and shoved inside, pumping his length deep to the hilt as Cynder cried with joy in the depths of the stomach.  Pounding her pussy with reckless abandon, the former hero cried out in bliss at her wondrous body, kissing her deep as their tongues entwined in his rabid thrusts.
Every pump of the dragon's hips made the waters slosh around them, hot sticky acid clinging to their scales and slowly peeling them off in stinging burns and scalds that made them clench their teeth.  Sometimes the juices would slosh inside of Cynder's cunt, tearing at her walls and weakening Spyro's shaft bit by agonising bit in little flakes of skin.
But still he kept thrusting, whining like a dog in the heat of his season as he grabbed Cynder's neck in his jaws and ravaged her harder.  His hips were screaming with fire, his tail splashed the acid behind him as the dragoness wrapped her front legs around him.
	"Y-yes, yes, h-harder, fill me Spyro, please fill me!"
	"MMMPH, MNNNNH, HAAH!  C-cynder, ohhh Cynder I'm so glad we can die together!  I want to watch you die again and again!"
	"I-i...I-AAAH!  I want to watch you die...so much, dear Spyro!"
Malefor chuckled hearing all of this as he rubbed his thick belly, feeling their bodies convulse and kick against the walls, even touching his claws when he patted his flesh.
	"Such tender love," he moaned licking his lips, "so beautiful to watch it die, savouring your last moments together in blissful anguish."
Slipping his hand down towards his pulsing pillar, he jerked himself off and rolled on his back to watch his stomach gurgle and twitch even harder.  Spyro and Cynder felt the shifting of his weight, rolling in turn with the dragoness now on top of her lover.  Riding him hard she slapped down her hips, pumping with hunger and pushing his head down into the acid bath.
His skull started burning as he closed his eyes in reflex, feeling the juices seethe at his eyelids and scar through the thin layers of flesh.  Drowning in the pool he struggled to hold his breath as Cynder wrapped her claws round his neck, smiling at his gasping face with bubbles popping from his nostrils until his lungs became liquid fire.
She pulled him up before he could drown, kissing him deep and for a moment tasting the acid, feeling it slither down her throat like hot poison as she grinded her thighs thick on his own.  She came for the first time since her awakening, moaning as she tightened her cunt and sucked him off within her depths.
But Spyro did not cum with her, teasing her with a grin that said if she wanted it, she would have to earn it.  Malefor chuckled feeling their spirits riding high, their lustre so thick that he couldn't help stroking off faster.  As his own arousal grew, his stomach became more active, the bubbling pops and squishing groans of his walls suckling their limbs.
	"Yessss...die for me, my worthless little drakes.  Ohhh...Spyro...Cynder...your only worth in life is just...meat."
His shaft dripped all over his belly, claws pumping faster as he felt their bodies writhing in his guts.  His acids became more intense, stronger and thicker to become goo that smothered their bodies and splashed over them, feeling like they had suddenly fallen into a burning oil sea.
	"HAAAH, A-AAAAGH!" Cynder cried.  "SPYRO, S-SPYRO HE, HE'S DOING IT!"
	"YES, OHHH!" the purple drake cried still thrusting.  "THANK YOU, THANK YOU MASTER, MELT US AWAY, MELT US 'TIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF OUR WORTHLESS HIDES!"
	"Hmhmhahaha!" Malefor cackled.  "Ohhh Spyro...you were always worthless.  You just finally realised?"
The servants fucking inside his belly caused their master to belch suddenly, a deep rumbling burp that shook the walls and sucked all the oxygen out of his stomach.  Spyro and Cynder began to suffocate, a gasping shriek escaping them in frightful elation as the hero-who-never-was felt his back getting peeled away.
His lover watched him half-drown in the pool of acid, getting a full view of his limbs starting to unravel.  Those wondrous indigo scales turned to flimsy paper, crackling to a dry brittle black that melted off into the acid pool.  She watched his bones become exposed as the flesh and muscle were eaten away, Spyro's breaths turning laboured with increasing anguish.
His chest crumpled apart, and his organs were soon bubbling.  His heart beat savagely against the juices, causing ripples throughout the lake as the back of his skull melted away.  Cynder watched with a predatory glee at the shards of bone trickling off, the brain bleeding out its grey matter as the drake gasped his last.
	"C-cyn...der...h-hhhrrrkh!"
	"Yes," she whimpered, "fill me...fill me then die, my worthless sweet Spyro!  I'll join you...where we deserve to be."
The purple dragon came with a howling moan, spraying her insides with hot luscious cum drizzling all her walls.  His heart gave out at last when it folded on itself, crumpling wet with a puddle of blood streaming out that soon disappeared in the ether.  His eyes rolled up fully as the juices ate his brain, his final breath rippling the water when his head sunk beneath.
	"Thank you."  Cynder bent down to kiss his melting face.  "I'm coming...ohhh, gods I'm coming."
Seeing his death gave her a second climax in turn, crying out in elation at his desiccation.  In her gushing breach she grabbed Spyro's skeleton still half-composed of flesh, and pushed herself underwater with him to let the rolling waves of acid slosh over her back.
So her wings would peel into stiffening branches, long bony reeds as her organs sizzled from the liquid fire of Malefor's gut.  Surrendering herself to the darkness, Cynder cradled her beloved as his eyes melted away, leaving behind a hollow skull that she peppered with kisses and tongued inside his empty mouth.
Malefor groaned as he felt their struggles cease, and with it his own climax came as he blasted his seed all over himself with a roar of victory.  Proud royal jizz splattered across his scales, painted his body and some of it even shot in his mouth.  Drinking down his cum, it sprayed across the bones of his slaves before they would melt away forever.
	"Haaaaah yes...ohhhh such a wonderful feast the death of hope itself is.  Mmmmph...thank you, my children.  Again you served your place, in the annals of my conquest."
Rolling himself over on his throne, the lord of darkness drifted off into slumber with a peaceful grin, his cock dripping high above his belly which heaved in content.  Spyro and Cynder disappeared from the world once again, and just like before, no one mourned for them when their skeletons evaporated, their skulls staring upwards together before dissolving completely.

So the next cycle would begin without a hero in the world.  But then something happened, something shifted in the weight of existence.  Some would claim in histories after that it was Malefor's complacent minions that let it happen; others said that betrayals had occurred from those too miserable beneath his rule.
Whatever the case, when Spyro and Cynder were still in the depths of eternity, they felt a shudder from their master's influence which started to weaken.  In his urge trying to summon them back, the two spirits sensed a fearsome strength near him.  Something they had not felt in so many years, that it was almost alien to them.  A light shining from the darkness.
Through the realm of the farplane where all souls lived, they pushed frantically onwards, desperate to return to their master's side in his time of need.  The ties that bonded them to his unshakeable will were starten to weaken, as both Spyro and Cynder felt a panic rising in their beings.  Someone was fighting him.  Someone was winning.
The battle would be over by the time they returned, with one last pull from Malefor's wretched soul as they stumbled upon his death.  As two souls entered, one would leave, banished to a deeper darkness than they could ever imagine.
	What...what happened?
	A New Curse...Blights The Land With Hope.
	But...master!  Master you are...you are dying?
	I Could Not Bring You Back In Time...To Defend Me.
	Where are you going?  Where are WE going?
	Somewhere We Can Never Be.  You Served Me Well...May You Hope, That My Darkness Returns, My Most Faithful Children.
Spyro felt a shudder through his soul, a long lingering black trickle down his essence and fill his mind with a strange ability.  A cold rasping shiver that he had felt many times before, as his eyes widened at such a beautiful gift.  There was a sadness he did not understand, nor did Cynder comprehend when their master, their enslaver and abuser disappeared into the nether.
	"Who, who's there?!"
With crackling bone and forming scales they returned to the mortal realm, a pair of skeletons howling from the breach before their colours came back in glorious sheen of deep black and royal purple.  They landed on the cold stone floors of the castle, where the throne had fallen silent.  Malefor was gone, nothing left but a pile of ashes spilled across the cushions.
	"Are you...are you alright?"
They looked up towards a new dragon, a scarred purple drake older than them and twice their size.  His sharp blue eyes and red horns shone in the blighted sun, wearing a buckler that shielded his front paw, and a green bandanna round his neck.
	"What...what happened?" Cynder gasped.  "Where is Malefor?"
	"He's gone," the newcomer said, "he's finally gone...were you his prisoners?"
	"I-i...guess we were," Spyro muttered shaking his head, "who are you?  How did you...how did you beat him?"
	"My name is Beldein," said the older dragon, "you're purple too?"
	"Yes, I'm Spyro...I thought, I was the only purple one left."
	"Spyro?  Wait."  Beldein knelt down to get a closer look.  "You...by the gods, I thought...we all thought you died!"
	"Technically we did," Cynder stepped closer.  "We...we came here to fight him and...a-and we failed."
	"Yes the legends said, passed down through ten generations, so that must mean you're Cynder."
	"Yes."  Her head drooped with a pang of regret.  "I suppose creatures would still remember me."
	"Did you say ten generations?" Spyro gasped.  "It...it's really been that long>"
	"It has," the older dragon rubbed his chin, "the way you appeared before me, that was a soul-stemming spell yes?  Teine mentioned this in the old records that were left, did Malefor enslave you?"
	"Y-yes," Spyro nodded, "it...I'm not sure what to think, it's like walking out of the fog I've been trapped in for...centuries."
	"Alright.  Come with me."  He slipped his wings round them both.  "Let's leave this cursed place, let it rot with its master."
The first time they had seen the outside world was a shock to both Cynder and Spyro.  As they flew with Beldein they briefly remembered places from the distant past, now ravaged by the depths of time.  Everywhere they flew, there was joy in the air, and all creatures seemed to cry with victory in tears as Beldein's passing.
The floating islands had fallen upon Warfang, now a ruined necropolis where dragons stood cheering upon the towers; Twilight Falls had been reduced to half its former size, the grand waterfall now shorn in half as the ensuing rockslide crushed half the forest; lastly, the Burned Lands were somehow greener than before, with small villages now farming plants in the rich volcanic soil.
A brief flicker in Spyro's memory made him think of a dragon he had known.  The Belt of Fire, a glorious red drake whose voice soothed him in old forgotten dreams.  But after ten generations that voice had faded, and as he struggled to remember the name, he thought back to Malefor.  His voice soothed him now, a smile on his lips with a wistful sigh.
	"We'll land here," said Beldein in the woods, "this was where Malefor's forces first retreated, so we're safest here."
	"How did it happen?" asked Cynder.  "We were...it's been so long since we saw the world outside."
	"And yet you never aged in all that time?  Malefor's magic is cruel indeed, what did he do to you?"
	"That...is for another time," she blushed, "thank you for...taking us back."
	"I understand you're both shocked, you've been imprisoned for so many years, but here."
He led them to a cave deep beneath the roots, the sounds of hooting creatures almost nostalgic as fireflies danced in the wind.
	"This is an old haunt of mine.  The roots have an aura that hid me from Malefor's forces, you'll be safest here until I call the leaders.  I can't believe the failed hero is still alive!"
	"Okay," Spyro sighed sitting down in the dark, "thank you uh...Beldein.  Sorry if we sound a little strange, it's been a very-wait...failed hero?"
	"Well, yes," the older dragon shrugged, "that's what they call you now, the records that is.  Spyro the Failed Hero, and Cynder the Slave of Darkness."
	"S-slave?"  Cynder whimpered.  "That...that's quite blunt."
	"I'm sorry.  I can't imagine what Malefor's done to you to make you his servants.  But it's alright.  He's gone, finally, and you both can live free at last.  I'll help you adjust back into the world, ust sleep here and be safe.  I'll be back in a few hours."
Taking flight he departed, the wind whistling through the trees as he ascended to the evening sky.  Spyro and Cynder looked to each other, lost and dazed in a reverie as the cold breeze brought scents of water.
	"This is so...familiar," Cynder said, "have we been here before?"
	"It's hard to say," Spyro chuckled, "we did travel to Malefor all those years ago."
	"Was it to fight him?  It must have been.  We were such fools to think we could stop him."
	"We must have been," the purple drake shook his head.  "Did you feel something when he left us?"
	"No?" the dragoness cocked hers.  "What do you mean?"
	"I felt...his power.  That same power he does when he's bringing us back from death.  I think he passed it on to me because we're...well, the purple race."
	"Do you...do you think you can do it?"
	"When we were coming back," Spyro licked his lips, "I felt that part of me was bringing us both back, I felt that energy, his strength flowing through me.  I think it was a gift for us, for our...service."
	"...do you want to?"  Her smile grew with a hopeful gleam.  "You heard what that Beldein said, you're a failed hero and...I'm a slave to darkness, just as Malefor said."
	"Even the world thinks that of us...he...he was right.  So it wouldn't matter if we just-"
	"Enjoyed our deaths, over and over?"  Cynder leaned close with a nuzzle.  "I don't care what happens to us, I never did for...all those years.  As long as I could die with you."
	"I...I'm so glad you said it first," the younger purple drake kissed her, "I was just thinking the same thing."

Over the course of next week, the two were brought into Warfang where the new council of dragons would judge them.  Most of them were astonished, or even pleased by the fact they survived as relics of the past with many questions to ask them.  Others however were disappointed, showing no restraint in their contempt for the failures that allowed the reign of Malefor to live.
They were always compared to the new hero, who was humble for his part and tried to praise the mental diligence of the two former slaves to even still have their sanity.  With the Age of Malefor finally over, the council were more focused on their citizens regaining homes and rebuilding their lives.
Spyro and Cynder, for their part were given a small house left abandoned in the woods, but no special status due to a conflict in the council that eventually acknowledged to let go of the past and accept failures were made.  This suited the two fine, not wanting to be in the public spotlight if only for their new existence.  In fact they even insisted no one come bother them, unless specifically invited.
In a small way Malefor had won, ruining the heroes with a taste for death that lasted forever, as they searched out for whoever despised them the most and gave them an offer.  If Malefor's magic had not remained in Spyro, then this would truly be their end.  And neither of them were afraid of the prospect, when they invited two dragons full of scorn to their new home and gave them the best relief they could want.
	"This smells like a trap," snorted a blue drake.
	"And yet you came," Cynder smiled walking to her bed, "you know the council don't care of us, we have no status."
	"But you got that revival magic," scoffed a green dragon, "Beldein told us, you got soul-stemming."
	"I do," Spyro nodded, "so I'll just come back, no matter what you do to us.  So even if anyone DID care about us, you'd never be punished."
	"I mean...you're both failures, and you're the reason we had to suffer for so long, lost families for years...you just wanna die that badly?"
	"Yes!"  The purple dragon sat up on the same bed.  "I know I failed...and I feel, in order to pay back my debt, I should let those who suffered most at Malefor's claws, take their vengeance out on me."
	"That's the truth," the black dragoness rolled on her back, "you want to beat us, fine.  You want to kill us, even better.  You want to violate us, rip us apart, do anything you want.  All we ask is for your payment."
The two males looked to each other, a growing smile creeping over their snouts as ideas came rumbling in their cruel hateful minds.  They were perfect choices, rumours abounding of their desires around Warfang that Spyro and Cynder seeked them out just for this.
The blue drake put a small sack of coins on the table and walked over to the purple drake, in the small stone-house bedroom with one single large bed where both Cynder and Spyro slept.  The dragon azure put Spyro on his belly, hiked his tail up and soon mounted him.
	"I'm going to make you wish Malefor let you die, you worthless abortion."
	"Y-yes," he whimpered, "please...make me suffer, I deserve everything for failing you."
	"You deserve MORE!"
Lunging at the failed hero, Blue pinned him down with his shaft thickening out against Spyro's belly.  He wasted no time in using him, fucking his ass with hateful glee as the purple dragon shrieked.  It wasn't explicitly painful after all the times Malefor had used him, but he wanted his new master to enjoy his pain, even if he was only master for a night.
	"A-AAAGH!  AAAAGH, YES!  Breed me, m-make me HURT!"
	"You like it huh?!" Blue sneered upon him.  "You filthy BRAT, you're the reason we all suffered for longer!"
	"Same with you," Green turned to Cynder, "slave of darkness, more like the whore of Malefor!"
	"I was, absolutely!" the dragoness grinned flicking her tail.  "Please, don't be gentle, violate me all you wish!"
	"Oh I plan on it you WORTHLESS BITCH!"
Mounted savagely on her back, Cynder screamed in an anguished smile, her cunt brutally fucked by the verdant drake's shaft pumping as deep as it could.  He was bigger than Spyro, which made her blush to think of as the length drilled her repeatedly, almost tickling the entrance of her womb.
It stabbed her with such force, such ruthlessness that she turned wet almost instant, pleading for more with whimpering cries.  She looked over to her lover, defiled the same way as they grinned to each other, their bed shaking with such force that it creaked against the stony walls.
	"MMMMPH, ohhh!" Green panted.  "Damn this whore feels tight!"
	"Really?" Blue cackled.  "As tight as this failure is!?"
	"Mmmmhhhh maybe...I thought Malefor had his use of them."
	"Well it's time WE had our use too!"  The sapphire drake leaned over in his rampant breeding.  "You want me to kill you bad you filthy scum?"
	"Y-yes, YES!" Spyro sobbed.  "Hurt me, k-kill me, PLEASE!"
	"Even if I violate your skull?  You heard about me, right?  The things I did to grublins got me banned from Avalar."
	"I-i...yes...please...defile me.  I deserve everything you want."
	"A-and then!" Cynder shrieked.  "When we come back...you can kill us again!"
	"D-damn these two are FREAKS!" Green gasped ravaging her.  "Let's see how tighter you get choking on your blood!"
With a snarling hiss the jade dragon bit her throat, crunching jaws on her neck as she screamed with a sudden crack.  The vengeful male ripped her throat clean, a bloody chunk he spat out and watched her eyes roll up in a desperate agony, her red fluid sucking down into her lungs to drown her in her own blood.
	"YES!  OHHH, YES!" Spyro pumped back against his user.  "Th-thank you, thank you for killing us, w-worthless failures!"
	"Damn RIGHT you are!" Blue chuckled in his ear.  "You'll never be trusted again...I hope the day you're finally gone, I'll be marking your graves in a ditch!"
	"I-i...hope you're the last one to use me...when my corpse is still warm."
A soft boyish giggle escaped him with glee as he watched Cynder's body, gorgeous crimson staining the sheets along with her juices that flowed from her cunt in death.  Green couldn't stop himself, so young and incensed with hatred that he came much faster than expected, filling up her walls and spraying into her womb.
He didn't care of course, pumping his cock in her still as he watched his friend ruin Spyro's ass, hammering his hips so hard that the indigo drake felt a stinging burn in the back of his knees.  His anal walls puckered and sucked with such greed for more, trying to be tight as he could to please the hate-filled shaft.
	"N-NNNGH, n-no, no you deserve worse!"  Blue pulled and suddenly mounted his head.  "Say goodBYE you EGGSUCKING FAILURE!"
The former hero had no time to scream before he was fucked through his earhole, the small socket just below his horn cracked wide open by the ruthless dragon shaft drilling into his head.  All he could muster was a shuddering gasp, the agony burning through his skull so sudden it stopped his voice as the sapphire beast ruined his head.
With claws scraping over his scalp, Spyro felt the thickening pole drive deeper and deeper with cracks to the bone of his ear, deafening him with a punch through the drum until the cock tickled at his brain.  Four thrusts would erase his memory, seven more would kill all motion in his legs as he slumped in his killer's grip, a life-sized toy for him on this night.
	"N-NNNGH!  AAAAGH!  OHH GODS YOU WORTHLESS BASTARD, I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN YOU F-FILTHY, HAAAAH!"
A gurgling shudder was Spyro's response, almost a thank-you as his brain was fucked through into mush.  The dragon's shaft was smeared with brain, cold and sticky that dripped out of Spyro's head in greyish-red lumps.  His smile was almost angelic, his legs gone limp and his heart beating slower with each knifing thrust that stabbed his cerebrum.
His last thoughts for his first life without Malefor, was thinking how happy he had died next to Cynder.  Next to who?  His memories were being splattered across the inside of his skull, along with the thick dollops of cum that sprayed from his killer's orgasm.  Hot sticky webs of white dripped out his eyes and both his ears, the clapping pump of blue hips the last thing he ever heard.
	"MMMMPH!  Haaaah...gods...n-never thought I'd get to do this to the failed hero."
	"Same," Green shuddered pulling out of Cynder's cunt, "she got way tighter when she died."
	"So did he," Blue kicked Spyro's corpse off the bed causing his neck to crack askew, "mmmph...heh, you really think they'll come back."
	"Beldein said they had that soul magic, he's smart about those things.  Should we just take the money back?"
	"What, no!" scoffed the azure drake.  "I paid for them dead, I got what I wanted, I'm not a thief."
	"No just a killer," his jade friend rolled his eyes.
	"If they come back to life, we're NOT killers by law."
	"Heheh...true.  Alright."
They stepped off the bed and took their leave, the failed hero and the slave of darkness left dead and ravaged in their bed.  No one bothered to come check on them, as the days would pass with their souls drifting somewhere in the ether.  Then came one night, a stirring of forbidden magic trickled through their bed.
It was happening.  Spyro and Cynder were returning to life, albeit much easier than when Malefor had killed them, ripped their bodies apart and left no trace of their existence that cycle.  With but a torn throat and jizz-splattered brain, their revival was faster than usual as their wounds reversed, the blood seeped back into their bodies, and with one last gasp, their hearts restarted with a brutal thump.
	"HHHHHHH!"
Both dragons cried clutching their chests, then looked to each other.  They could hardly believe it, Spyro's body emanating some black fiendish aura that they recognised instantly.
	"It...it worked."  Cynder whispered.  "We're alive."
	"I knew it," the purple drake felt tears from his eyes, "he really did...leave us a gift."
	"This is it.  This is our destiny...oh those two are going to be so happy."
	"Hahah, if they didn't already despise us so much...there may be others too."
	"Gods I hope so," the dragoness trembled through her tail, "let's...let's rest some, then go find them again."
	"Agreed," Spyro kissed her, "I can't wait to die again."
	"I can't wait too."
They cuddled up in their bed, trembling with thoughts of their previous deaths and how even those amongst their own kind would depise them with such malice, they would never be free of death wherever they roamed.  The bag of coins still sat on the table, and it would not be the first payment they received in their new lives, of being killed for others' pleasure.  A place where they belonged, as the Failed Hero and the Slave of Darkness.