Life as she knew it had been nothing but calamity.  Cynder had always accepted it, embraced the chaos that followed her, hooked to her soul like an anchor.  But then she saw a light, a pale sun of strength and hope that for the first time in years, had frightened her more than her master's shadow.  The light of Aether.  A brilliant purple flame tearing at the shackles that bound her spirit.
Her eyes opened.  There she found herself in the void between dimensions, stars of brilliant pink drifted across with golden scatters between great platforms.  Serpents made of pure energy drifted between monstrous whales and jellyfish, eyeless, senseless, soulful beings who knew that destiny was near, but not for them.
Cynder watched her own body fumbling through the mist, small and helpless like a hatchling in her egg with her dark scaled body and red-bellied front, silver claws and sharpened tail.  Then she saw him.  The dragon in purple scales, shining in the cosmos, his gold-amber belly and hornes with flaming crest between.  He reached a paw towards her, and her mouth twitched upwards.  She almost feared she was having a stroke, but then she realised it was the first smile she had ever made, painfully reaching back across her cheek.
She reached out towards him.  The stars began to scream, as she felt the darkness yawning from behind with infernal gleam, a red glimmer from the depths as it became a living maw, pulling all towards it.  Cynder drifted into the depths, her body small and frail, her eyes shining teal with a greater smile.  Spyro fell with her, never letting go, even when the black tendrils wrapped round her throat, pulled at her wings, and brought them together in a cold harsh embrace.
He smiled with her as they fell together.  The writhing dark gripped his body as he closed his eyes and and wrapped his wings around her.  For the longest time Cynder had thought she had known true suffering from her imprisoned mind, watch her body become a savage beast of cruelty and ruin.  But she was wrong.  She knew true suffering when Spyro embraced her, for now she knew what she had lost.
	"I'll stay with you...Cynder.  Cynder?  Cynder?"

Her eyes opened again as she awoke from her memory.
	"You alright?" Spyro's voice drifted back.
	"I...yes," she shook her head, "sorry, I fell asleep there for a bit."
	"Having a bad dream?"
	"Yes," Cynder breathed deep, "I was...dreaming of the void."
	"Hah...weird," Spyro scritched his head, "I was dreaming of the same thing."
	"Really?" she gasped.  "The void and its whispers?"
	"Sort of.  I remember grabbing you...you were smiling when you fell back in the darkness."
	"I'm sorry," she shuddered, "I...I-i don't know why I dream like this-"
	"It's fine!" he nodded.  "They're just dreams Cynder, they can't hurt you."
	"But that's the thing...I've had that dream ever since, even before we met.  The darkness embracing me...it's so strange."
	"Heh...well, I like strange."  He smiled with his toothy little grin.  "All my best friends are strange, just like me."
She started to giggle at his silly face.  He was older now, larger, longer, more handsome with a square snout and his sweet purple eyes flickering in the light of the volcanic burn from beyond the castle walls.  Scars and burns covered his body, his wings and legs and throat shackled by red circles that silenced his flame and stifled his flight.
Cynder was the same too, herself having grown more slender with red wings and her sable skin turning amber in the fires of the dreaded lair, scarlet rings trapping her body next to Spyro.  In the depths of a tower, on a pinnacle of rock forever held aloft by the heart of a wretched volcano, the two dragons had found themselves beaten and bereft, waiting for the call of their master with a deep sigh.
The shackles glared with a burning sound as they gasped from the sting against their scales, warning they had to march to their ruler as they were given freedom to walk.  When they were inert, they felt like the weight of a hundred stones, but when glowing they were light enough to move with a magnetic pull towards their master.
Through halls of floating debris they walked through twisting mortar, the corridors folding into ramps and stairs as they approached the sky.  A blighted world laid beyond the smoke and fumes with broken lands, scarred empty lakes and skeletons within houses.
	"You alright?" Spyro asked.
	"How can you ask me that?" Cynder gasped.  "We...we lost Spyro-"
	"It's not over 'til we're dead," his eyes tightened, "we'll find a way, we have to, we're the only ones who can!"
	"But we lost!"
	"I brought you back from the void.  You don't think we can do this?"
The small trembling in his voice made her heart twitch as she stuttered, shaking her head and nuzzling him as they kept walking.
	"You're right.  We have to believe...we must believe."
	"I know we can," said Spyro nuzzling back, "I believed in you ever since."
	"You were the only one who did...thank you."
The moment they walked into the throne room, a grand hall with a giant seat of lumpen velvet beneath tattered banners, Cynder stiffened with instinctive fear, but only for a second.  There was an aura she had known as familiar as the flame in her throat, lurking inside her head like a dream she still remembered.
But now it came from the room as a vile flame grew around them, circling around them with a black purple-crimson.  Spyro stepped in front of her with claws digging in the dirt, her eyes casting downwards in a brief sense of pity.
	"So...this is my legacy."
The throne itself unfurled to reveal a head with deep red horns, the fires lighting a great and horrific dragon of cragged maw and bloodied wings.  His body was violet like that of Spyro's, aged with scars of both sword and magic, his eyes cruel and glimmering with great power as Cynder tightened her jaw at the sight of her old master, the great and fearsome Malefor.
	"Fear not," he began, "I am not disappointed with either of you.  All you have done, Spyro, was complete the destiny both of you seeked."
	"What do you plan to do with us?!" Cynder cried.  "Don't think for a moment you've won just because we're in chains!"
	"We're still here aren't we?" Spyro snorted.  "Long as we're still breathing, we can still fight you!"
	"Hmhmhm...such spirit," whispered Malefor leaning close, "truly you must carry some of my greatness in you-"
	"SHUT UP!"
The young purple drake lunged to scratch Malefor's face before the shackles went inert, dropping his legs like sodden weight as he crumpled to the floor and struggled to push himself up.  Cynder she roared trying to summon flame from her belly, the tightening collar numbing her magic as Malefor smiled.
	"Did you truly expect to conquer me?"  The master put his foot upon Spyro's head.  "The first of the greatest dragons, our royal creed of violet scale?"
	"You, w-won't WIN!" he snarled underneath.
	"I already have...but I forgive your ignorance, they always said our kind were...arrogant."
	"YOU are not of his kind!" Cynder shrieked.  "You're a mockery of all that dragons stand for, a black-hearted THING wearing our skin!"
	"Bold words from a slave to the dark," Malefor chuckled, "or were those the words that others called you?"
	"I am NOT your slave!"
	"I never said you were MY slave."  The dark master stepped closer to her.  "Were you ever seen as an equal, and not the pet of a purple breed?  Look at him."
She turned her head towards her friend, Malefor bending his head down towards her with a growing grin.
	"Whether it was in service to me, or with Spyro, you have always known your place where it truly belongs."
	"That's...that's not," she shook her head, "I-i don't belong to you, OR him!"
	"When did I tell you that you belonged to me?"  He grinded his foot into the hero's cheek.  "Did you dream that up yourself, to justify your guilt?"
	"I...I know I have done terrible things.  But I will make amends!"
	"What amends do you have?  What crimes did you commit?"
	"YOU MADE ME DO ALL OF THIS!" she stomped her feet.  "Always with your whispering, your cold touches, even in my dreams I couldn't get rid of you, you made me become this!"
	"What dreams would that be, little Cynder?" the master grinned bending down.
	"The void that swallows me whole, the dark embrace, the voice that pushes me into the abyss every time-"
	"That you have always had since you were an egg, yes?"
Her eye flickered with a gentle glint.  She cocked her head slightly as Spyro tried to speak out, his voice muffled underneath the master's paw.
	"Do you think I was the one who brought you those whispers?  That darkness, that voice, did you truly believe that was mine?"
	"Y-...yes, of course!" she stepped back.
	"Why do you think I managed to defeat you both, after all this talk of prophecy and bringing light back to the world?  If you two are such heroes, how could you fail?"
	"I-...I don't know!"
	"Let's ask the hero, shall we?"
He pushed Spyro in front of him and pinned the purple drake on his back, Cynder getting knocked over and pinned alongside him as he bore his weight steady upon their chests with a gentle creak.
	"Enlighten me...hah," he chuckled grinning at Spyro, "how could you have failed to defeat me?"
	"GUH!" the hero groaned heaving his chest.  "W-we...haven't failed!"
	"But you had everything, your power, your companions, what could have gone wrong?"
	"NOTHING!  We'll stop you, no matter what happens we'll stop you!"
	"Even when you desired this ending?"
	"...what?"
Cynder felt Spyro's gaze upon her.  She gasped with a little start as Malefor grinned.
	"I did not even say her name, and already you assume...because you know the truth."
	"N-NO!" Spyro shouted.  "You're trying to trick us, everything you say's a lie!"
	"Then I'll ask Cynder," the dark master looked over to her, "you speak of cold whispers, but they have always been in your mind ever since you were an egg."
	"That...that's not true!" she shook her head.
	"How would I know of your dreams then?  Dreams are unique, wondrous, and terrifying.  No magic exists that can fabricate them, but you have always dreamed of those whispers and the abyss."
	"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!" her friend screamed.  "YOU'RE NOT LIKE THIS!"
	"She is not."  He looked back to Spyro.  "Nor are you, Spyro, both of you trying to be heroes and fighting against your truths.  But you would never understand what she dreams of."
	"THAT'S NOT TRUE, I DREAMED STUFF LIKE SHE HAS!"
	"Really?"  Malefor gasped with a twinkle in his eye.  "How pathetic, you would even lie about your dreams just so she doesn't feel alone."
	"I'M NOT LYING!" the young drake kicked against his paw.  "I dreamed of the void, the darkness, Cynder falling in and she was smiling!"
	"And what did you do?"
	"I followed her!  Trying to save her!"
	"How interesting."
His smile grew as Cynder looked nervous at him.
	"Your friend told me about those dreams when we first met, did you not, Cynder?"
	"I...I-i did?"  She shook her head.  "But I must have...no, the void was where you were, it-"
	"How would you have known?  I had yet to reach you when you were an egg."
He lifted his feet off them and walked back to his throne.
	"I am not a scholar of dreams, but if you have always dreamed of embracing darkness and it fills you with peace...that means you always wanted it."
	"No," Cynder clutched her head, "no, I can't, I'm not listening-"
	"That is why you lost to me," said Malefor with a smile.  "Not because I defeated you...but because you WANTED it, both of you, in your deepest dreams."
	"Th-that can't be true," Spyro rolled on his belly, "that...b-but, NO, Cynder this can't be right, we were supposed to beat him, right?!"
	"Then tell me."  Malefor draped himself across his seat.  "Was there ever any part of your great battle against me, that you did not recall your dream of embracing the dark?"
	"I-...wait."
Cynder watched Spyro's face in a gentle hope.  But he found himself speechless and in turn she became silent.  She remembered the battle, the great and terrible clash of flames and magic, claws and horns as they faced down the dreaded Malefor and it seemed like they would win.
But then it happened.  She remembered the dream.  And there she saw Spyro, falling in the dark, with a smile on their face.  Then they had fallen, their bodies shackled.  They both looked to each other, a quiet, terrible revelation slowly forming in their minds.
	"N-no...no that can't be right," Spyro shook his head, "you...you weren't thinking that, were you?"
	"I was," she whispered, "were you?"
The look on his face said everything.  Searching deep into their hearts they stared at the floor as Malefor sat watching with a devilish intrigue.  They tried to justify every single reason, Spyro shuffling closer to Cynder to ask:
	"Is he right?  Is there...really no dream magic that could, do that to us?"
	"There isn't," she shook her head, "that's never been, we...how could we have dreamt the same thing?"
	"I don't know, I-i don't know this makes no sense unless-"
	"Unless we wanted this."  Her voice trembled.  "Spyro I...I-i need to confess something."
	"Cynder, no, no this is-"
	"Ever since I had that dream, of falling into the void, I was always alone.  But only in recent times there was...you, with me.  And you're always smiling, all the more when it embraced us-"
	"-with black tentacles round our throats?"
	"...I never told you that."
They turned their heads towards Malefor, still seated on his throne.  His smile was oddly content, a rare moment of humility that made them look beyond his cruel visage to see just another dragon.  It was the strangest thing, and for a moment, their spirit wilted in questioning doubt.  They both came to the same conclusion.
	"Did you know about this?" she asked Malefor.  "About...this desire?"
	"That is why I brought you in," he nodded smiling, "I did not enslave you, I merely granted you your deepest desire, one that laid on the other side of your heart.  So too, did I grant the wish of your friend, by merely existing.  The prophecy was never about defeating me Spyro, it was us coming together."
	"But what you're doing to the world," Spyro shook his head, "it's horrible, it shouldn't happen-"
	"But your desires are greater.  The ones so deeply locked in your heart, that it took a dragon more attuned to her needs to coax them from you.  You only had these dreams when you first met Cynder, yes?"
	"I...is...b-but, what does that mean?"
	"It means you wanted this."  His words softened like sweet honey.  "That is why I have not destroyed you immediately.  Because I pity you.  A dragon who desires the abyss, not to control it, but to embrace him and erase all that he was."
Cynder felt something pull in her heart.  Her footsteps echoed in the hall as Spyro joined her with the same feeling.  She couldn't explain it, it was something close to ennui but also something deeper.  Something wanted to break free and release from her body, something different yet so familiar to that cold embrace.
Her face mirrored that of Spyro's, and it was then they knew with a trembling fear for their mortal selves, that all of this had perhaps been a charade to their truths.  This wasn't Malefor controlling them, she knew what it felt like, and she knew further that Spyro would never succumb to the same spell that he had put on her before.
	"What...what is this?" she asked.  "Why do I feel so...so relieved?"
	"I don't know, Spyro whispered, "it's like...like I stopped thinking about tomorrow.  LIke I just...I just want to be here."
	"That is good," Malefor nodded, "you have found your truths, haven't you?"
	"It...it doesn't feel right to say it."
	"Do you think I'll judge you?  I am in no right to do so."
	"No...I guess not.  Cynder."
He looked to her as she felt her stomach clench.
	"Did...did you want this all along?  To not win against him, to just...end it?"
	"I...I think I do."  A tear streamed down her cheek.  "I've been...I've been trying to hide it so long because I knew it wasn't right to say it-"
	"I want it too."
Her heart stirred with a sudden gasp as his soulful eyes gleamed.
	"I never realised...how much I wanted to just disappear from the world as...as nothing left.  Never thought how happy I'd feel at last if...if I was just gone."
	"S-spyro...ohhh...Spyro you mean it?"
	"I do."  He gulped gently.  "That's why we're here, that's why we shared those dreams, so we could-"
	"Be together in death."  She smiled wider.  "That's why all these adventures, all these risks we took-"
	"Hoping we would die at last to the great abyss?  Yeah...I just thought I was being a fool, all young and silly but...if you feel that way too."
	"And now you are here."
They turned towards Malefor who grinned stretching his legs.
	"The world is no longer yours to concern with.  You have arrived, at your deepest most fervent wish, because you knew that I would provide you with the greatest death one could ever reach."
	"Y-yes," Cynder gasped, "that...th-that must be why we did this."
	"Then I shall grant you that wish," the master leapt off his seat,  "I shall send you to the deepest of darkness, where NOTHING of you shall remain.  All you ever were, your hopes and dreams, your names and your histories...shall be erased like dust."
	"H-hhhhhh!"  Spyro twitched feeling a bulge in his crotch.  "Wh-why...wh-wh-why does that sound so...so wonderful?"
	"It is your greatest desire, Spyro.  But...ladies first."
The dark dragon turned towards Cynder who also felt something twitch beneath her tail.  A short snap of her appendage made the first streams of something white and thin trickle between her legs, Malefor sniffing the air with a lewd grin as he straightened his legs to reveal his own forming arousal.
	"Shall I bring you the greatest pleasure, dear Cynder?  Would you like to see each other die in true bliss only I can give?"
	"Yes," she whimpered quivering through her knees, "y-yes, hoh, yes please M-malefor, please erase us from this world!"
	"Th-this feels so wrong," Spyro mewled feeling himself harden further, "but...b-but I DO want it, I want this, please Malefor I-i want to be destroyed!"
	"Then let us begin," he pulled Cynder beneath his body, "as for your brave fallen hero, I shall pleasure him too."
Crawling under the great beast, Cynder found his erection swelling from the slit between his legs.  A monstrous thick length with a flaring head of softened barbs around the tip, it looked a third the size of her body as she trembled with a growing fatalistic glee.
	"Hohhh...s-so big, this...this will hurt me won't it?"
	"Indeed," her master grinned flexing his shaft, "my pleasure is yours, as you suffer beneath me, not because I want it...but because you desired it."
	"I did...I wanted this."  She licked across the thickening glans.  "S-so powerful...I want to be destroyed, oh please destroy me!"
	"Your wish shall be granted.  Present yourself to me, and submit...once and for all."
Cynder turned herself round and lifted her tail, her dark velvet pussy puffing with a growing need she could barely understand.  But her heart demanded it, her soul was screaming to be ruined as her feet trembled feeling the godly shaft scrape against her scaly cunt.  Malefor only had to thrust his hips once to break through, Cynder pushing herself back to impale her body hard on the brutal length.
	"A-AAAAAGH!  AAAAAHH!"
	"MMMmmmmhhhh...ohhh how I longed to feel you like this.  Now, little hero, lay on your back for me, and I shall prepare you."
	"Y-yes, sir," the drake whimpered.
Feeling the master shudder above her, Cynder pushed back harder on the pillar of flesh that forced her lips and stretched her walls to a painful breach, her eyes clenching shut and her claws scraping the floor with a piercing scream.  The growing pain in her belly only made her drip thicker, shuddering as her folds turned thinner and wider to take Malefor in.
Through her eyes slitted she watched Spyro roll over like a puppy in front of their master, facing towards her as they shared a look of mutual bliss and showing he was already hard.  His legs were spread with his cockslit revealing his adorable little shaft, a miniature version of Malefor's own that pulsed with pre.  The dark lord bent down with a long lick across the hero's belly, dragging his hot tongue across Spyro's meat before he closed his lips round the little cock.
Cynder watched him moan, little twitches in his feet framed either side of Malefor's head, the sounds of thick slurping and the master's throat flexing and gulping against Spyro's belly.  She almost was in sync with her friend and saviour, both of them staring at each other, whoring themselves with the girl shoving back even harder.
Deeper the master thrusted into Cynder, grinding her walls and splitting them farther as she howled and whimpered with gasping twitch and spurting juices along the great dragon's shaft.  His pulsing obelisk plucked against her trembling walls as she squealed and grunted, wrapping her tail round the warm beastly pole as if trying to pull it inside her.
	"Haaaah, A-AAAAGH!  Ohhh YES, m-my lord...ohhh thank you f-for this."
	"Th-thank...haah," Spyro whimpered bucking in Malefor's throat, "I-i...can't wait for this...so tired of existing."
	"Mmmmmhhhh," the dark lord slipped the cock from his lips, "such a sweet boy you are, so desperate to be extinct.  And I shall be the only purple dragon in existence."
	"G-good," he mewled, "f-feels like...the first time I'm finally...free."
	"And so you shall be...when I have...ahhh...f-filled you both, to my whim."
With one last thrust he filled Cynder deep, roaring with victory as Spyro watched her face contort in a spasm of bliss.  Flooding white spilled between her legs, gushing with seed from their lord's pulsing shaft, her belly bulging with a visible creak of his strength as her feet almost lifted off the floor.  Spyro almost came there and then at her submission, spraying thick wads of pre onto himself.
	"G-GUH!  NNNNGH!  Haaah...th-thank you, master."
	"Now...your turn little hero," the great fiend purred, "clean your friend, then come to me."
	"YES, m-master!"
Rolling back on his feet, Spyro saluted with a whimper as he watched Malefor climb onto his seat, splayed on his side like a lord of decadence as the purple drake shuffled close to his friend.  She turned herself round with trembling knees and lifted her tail, imagining how thick and gaping her pussy was from such royal seed.
	"Taste me...taste him, Spyro," she whispered, "taste our destruction."
He gladly obliged, a long drag of his tongue making Cynder shiver with bliss, the sounds of his snout suckling making her quiver with her orgasm approaching.  In the mix of pain and pleasure she hadn't managed to reach it, but with Spyro's help she did as he swirled deeper inside, glancing her walls, flicking the dark lord's rich salty cream into his gullet as his own little member dripped.
	"Haaah, a-aaah!  Good boy."
She blushed looking up at Malefor, a smile and a nod on his face as he snapped his fingers beckoning the young hero to come clambering up in his shackles and nuzzle into his lap.  Cynder joined him in turn, scrabbling up to sit on his front leg and looking towards Spyro.
	"I am pleased to bring you death," he gave a soft lick to her, "but even greater is a death you can share with friends."
 	"Ohh yes," Cynder nodded, "I'm so glad we could die together...to think all these years...was leading up to this."
	"All for your greatest destruction.  Impale yourself on me Spyro...like a sword to a beast."
	"Yes master," he blushed raising his tail, "I...I haven't done this much before."
	"All the better," he grinned with full teeth, "now show me what a whore for death you desire to be, little drake."
	"I...I-i'm a whore...for you, master.  I'll be your whore, til this day I die."
Pushing himself down on the dripping shaft, Spyro whimpered feeling the head open his sweet tender hole, aided by Cynder's cum still slickly wrapped on the pulsing head.  Cynder watched him as Malefor shivered with delight, the grand lord pulling her up towards his maw and licking across her cunt to taste his victory.
The dragoness squealed feeling his deep hot tongue, stuffing into her moist depths to slurp and drag across her opened walls and savour the richest seed from both her and himself.  In front of her, Spyro panted like a common mare, pushing himself harder onto the lord's sceptre with a deep impaling slam, a sharp cry trembling from his throat with a face of happiness that she shared.
	"HAAAH!  A-AAAAH!  Ohhh h-he's so big."
	"He is," said Cynder, "so...mmmmph, and yet, it feels so perfect a fit, doesn't it Spyro?"
	"NNNGH...it does...I've never...haaah, f-felt more...did you ever feel something was missing, you weren't complete for so long-"
	"Absolutely.  Until this day."
She cried out when Malefor's tongue tickled her walls, his snout pressing thick against her rear as she grinded back against him.  Spyro in turn clenched his teeth through the first waves of discomfort, his gaping rear taking the thickest cock he had ever felt, and ever will, in his life.
The dark lord was surprisingly patient in watching Spyro fuck himself, savouring the sight of such a willing hero submit to supremacy.  His own kind, this prophesy in living flesh, casting away his hopes for a future just to embrace the abyss.  A hot spurting of pre thickened in Spyro's rear, dripping out between his legs which made Cynder squirt on her lord's tongue.
Her friend and saviour rolled his eyes in hellish bliss, grinding his anal walls against the delicious pulsing rod that speared him ever deeper as his tail flickered high above him with a shivering spasm, his eyes rolling up with whorish panting as his belly turned thick with a bulging girth.  Cynder had never heard him sound like this, mewling whimpers as he grinded his rear against the swollen hilt and pumped himself faster.
	"AHHH!  A-AAAH, AAAH, b-breed me, ruin me, M-malefor!"
	"In time," the dark lord chuckled, "for now, just savour the last warmth you shall ever feel in your life."
	"F-feels so good, please, d-don't stop, never stop 'til I'm DEAD!"
A deep chuckle came from the lord that trembled through Cynder's body, making her almost cum again as her legs quivered against his snout, clenching around his tongue that plunged and fucked her ruthlessly.  Spyro in turn bucked his hips with pumping shudders, eyes flickering in rising bliss as neither of them noticed a dark incantation trailing from their master's head.  A shadowy tendril that was oddly opaque, like glass turning to liquid creeping towards the hero.
Cynder was so drawn-out in her lust, that she only realised what would happen a few seconds before the tentacle caressed Spyro's head, stroking fondly as he shivered with a happy sigh.  She could have warned him, and a part of her almost wanted.  But she smiled and kept silent, watching the tendril turn to a jagged shard and gently slice open the hero's skull.
	"Can you feel me in your mind, Spyro?"
	"H-hhhhrrrkh!" his eyes tightened.
	"Tell her what you feel...tell your dear friend, how you die."
	"H-he...he's creeping inside me, a-aaah...hoh, it f-feels...I feel I'm finally where I want to be, Cynder."
The tentacle carved through the bone and slipped into his cranium, a cold tingle crossing over his hemispheres and licking across the scalp.  It was an odd thing to watch, more painful a sight than the actual experience, Cynder seeing Spyro's eyes roll up into his head as the sounds of a gentle sucking could be heard.  The tentacle wormed inside his skull, connecting him to Malefor's own as the dark lord smiled upon the hero's stuttering whimpers.
Cynder could not comprehend what her friend was feeling, seeing his eyes twitch and his fingers creep against Malefor's skin as the tendril slithered deeper inside and wrapped around the folds of the brain.  Sometimes she saw a black sliver cross over his eyes, searching for his soul to pick like a carcass.  She clenched around her master's tongue from the slow fade of the hero's lustrous sheen, that spark in his eyes starting to disappear.
	"Please," she whispered, "t-tell me, what you're feeling Spyro."
	"I feel...cold," he gasped with a strange little grin, "like it...like water's pouring between the cracks...and washing away the thoughts I used to have."
	"Which thoughts?"
	"About...myself.  My family.  My master...night?  What was...was his name Night?  I can't remember, that's really weird."
	"You are simply accepting your need," said Malefor, "what good is a memory, when you have only the abyss waiting you?"
	"Yes...I can let go now.  Hah...that feels so good to say."
	"It does," the dragoness sighed, "I can't wait to die soon, with you Spyro."
They smiled wider with excitement of their approaching death, Spyro's head twitching vile as the tendril sucked out his brain with a thick slimy gulp.  Pieces drifted out through the tube that Cynder could see, parts of gristle and medulla oblongata that unravelled like string into long grey strands as the young purple drake sputtered and whimpered with a throbbing cock underneath.
Every tweak and rip and tear of his brain sent him closer to his climax, tightening with clenching spasms as his eyes turned more and more glassy, the spark of intelligence and heroic spirit slowly dying in his submissive mind.  Cynder found herself reaching a climax too with Malefor's tongue sucking on her walls as she could only imagine the wondrous death Spyro was feeling.
	"A-AAAAGH!  HAAH!  H-hoh it's so cold, I-i-i love it!"
	"How deep is he?" she shuddered.  "Is he in the depths of your soul?"
	"S-so much...deeper I-i...I...h-hah...I can't...I can't even remember where we came from."
	"Do you remember me, Spyro?"
	"...n-no."  His smile widened in a reverie.  "I...I don't...remember you at all."
	"Such beautiful loss," the lord grinned licking his lips, "all of his memories, his hopes, his dreams...a feast for my darkness, to swallow into the abyss, where you both belong."
	"Th-thank...thank you."
Tears trickled down Spyro's face as his eyes rolled up, Cynder crying out in elation as she watched her friend breathe his last.  The hero of the Dragon Realms was soon gone from the light, his eyes dimming as his memories were completely erased, a gasping drool from his snout as he mumbled something to the last of his ability.  Crackling squirts and tearing chunks turned thicker through the tendril, each second rendering Spyro more and more lifeless as he lost his voice, then his eyes, and lastly his spirit.
One last suck pulled the thickest chunk of his brain free, a sound like peeling velcro as the saviour slumped upon Malefor's seat.  Twitching in horrid spasms, he pleasured the lord with a final clench as the master roared with a filling blast.  Cynder saw her friend cum one last time in pathetic little dribbling spurts, gurgling with his head being wrenched back one more time, before he crumpled forwards with a filling belly of hot pulsing seed.
	"Excellent," Malefor sighed, "haaah...there are few pleasures greater than that of such willing death."
	"Y-YES!" screamed Cynder.  "Please, PLEASE end me, I-i want to die, I want to be erased from this world like Spyro was, master!"
	"Your wish...is my desire."
His smile twisted to a savage gleam behind her as she finally came, spurting her delicious juices down his tongue as he groaned with a rumbling of bliss, his cock still throbbing inside of Spyro's fresh warm corpse.  The tentacle now ripped from his skull showed the crack in his head drooling of brain water upon Malefor's thigh, making Cynder cum even harder with euphoric desire for her coming death.
It was then she was the same tendril come down towards her from above, gently caressing her snout with a teasing slither like a serpent in amour as it wrapped round her throat.  Then the spearing tip sliced open her cranium and dug its way inside, cracking the hole open as she felt the cold piercing blade shunt into her parietal lobe.
She lost control of her front legs, a choking shriek filling her lungs as Cynder felt her third orgasm approaching, her master still sucking and flicking along her rich pulsing walls as his tentacle searched for her memories.  Not that she had many that didn't involve him, so Malefor searched for the ones he wasn't in, combing her mind for the happier, recent times with Spyro.
There was such joy and adventure, the coliseum where they met again, the lands of Avalar, the binding chain that forged a deeper friendship and perhaps something more.  But that ship had long sailed into the afterlife, as Cynder watched Spyro's face disappear from her memory, bit by bit, the sucking gulp of the tentacle ripping out pieces of her brain, the concept of hope, the dreams of the void even fading from her.
	"Can you feel it, Cynder?" her master breathed above her.  "The end of your existence, the death of all that could have been your future.  You wanted this for so long...wanted to die in the greatest tragedy that you and your dear Spyro...have long deserved."
	"Y-yes," she sighed sweetly, "this is...th-this is...I've never been so happier."
	"Do you remember a time you were?"
	"N-...no.  Not at all."
Cynder said this with the greatest relief she ever felt, a long singular breath like her soul was escaping.  And soon it did, once the great master's tendril sucked every inch of her brain out, the chunks of grey whittling away into Malefor's essence where all their magic, all their memories would become part of him, and strengthen him further.
Her last orgasm came at the apex of her death, the greatest feeling of her life as she clenched on Malefor's tongue in a fatal spasm.  She collapsed against his body, the tentacle ripping from her skull with the last bits of her cranium slipping into the dark lord's being.  He smiled at the hollow crack in her skull, but what he didn't see was Cynder's spirit flying free.
Death was a strange thing when it came at last, moreso when she did not refute it.  Her soul felt weightless, with more freedom in her life than ever before she had felt as Cynder drifted across the way, swirling above Malefor's head as he vaguely sensed her existence, but said nothing of it.  But he felt her smile, her joy, her absolute bliss escaping her body as the soft mint-green essence of the young dragoness looked on.
	"Such a beautiful waste," he sighed in his victory, "two precious lives with grand futures before them, severed by their own hand.  All to feed my superior strength."
A long lick of his lips made Cynder's soul shiver in excitement.  The look in his eyes was of a primal hunger as he pulled Spyor's corpse free from his pulsing shaft, hot spillings of cum down his lap as the purple drake limply dangled from his claws.  Filled with his jizz and eyes half-open with glazed pupils, the hero forsaken was soon staring down the gullet of the dark master who opened his mouth wide.
Cynder quietly thanked him from the beyond, a small whisper of warmth in his ear as he dropped Spyro's body between his jaws, and swallowed him down with one single gulp.  Her friend, her saviour, the hope of this world, gone in an instant as a bulge in his throat, thickly descending with a rumble in his belly as he sighed and picked up the dragoness next.
	"Goodbye...little ones.  Thank you for leaving this world...I shall ensure that no one will miss you...or remember you."
Her cry of elation rang like a bell of mourning, a joyous sound that made Malefor squirt more pre onto himself as he swallowed Cynder's mortal remains, his former puppet swirling whole down into his belly where it would rejoin Spyro's corpse.  Perhaps in time, they would witness the pure destruction of their home.  But for now Malefor would sit content, digesting his meal, and savouring the death of hope.