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Melana cursed silently and tried again. She lifted her arms up,hands outstretched, angling the finger tips into that of a triangle, with the thumps and pointer fingers touching. \n\nThen she focused on the target, centered twenty or so feet across the training hall. A large wooden circle with six rings of red and black to mark the location of her attacks.\n\nIf she [i]could[/i] hit it, that was. \n\nShe'd been trying to create the spell from the class session for days now, and no amount of growling and fussing had improved her chances, then again, neither had training. Ignitus, the dragon of fire, had shown all the acolytes in class how the spell was formed. It was basic enough that when tried in class, a few of her peers had immediately succeeded. Much to her dismay, she couldn't even feel her inner fire.\n\nThat was another thing the Elder dragon had brought up, was inner fire. Technically it was inner energy, but she knew what he meant. Each person, be they dragon, ape, or other race, had an inner energy that they could connect with and control. Melana had once connected with hers, when younger, and the results had been rather shocking. \n\nShe was no powerhouse, like Cynder the Black, or her hero, Spyro the Purple, but she had enough to be presented to the guild of elements. A school dedicated to teaching those who were capable of reaching beyond themselves. \n\nCapable of becoming more. \n\nGritting her teeth, Melana growled and closed her eyes. She sought to feel the warmth of her fire, the strength of her mind, and the power within. As time passed and the only sound was her breathing, she slowly drew deeper into herself. Yes, she could feel something! It was small, and unfocused but it was present, and she grasped at it.\n\nWrapping her conscious around it, she dragged it up to her center, her inner santum of life force. It was there she could draw upon it and use it. Her arms shook with stress from holding the position for so long, what had it been? Hours? \n\nMaybe, but she'd get it this time! \n\nWith a deep growl, she pulled back her hands and then shoved them forward, bending one knee in front of her as she thrust.\n\n\"HAA!\" She exhaled.\n\nShe felt.....she felt.....nothing. A sigh broke her lips and she dropped her arms to her sides. \n\n[i]Hopeless....its completely hopeless, at least right now. I can't seem to figure out what is wrong[/i]...Melana sighed again and turned away from the target. She grabbed her satchel with her school books and exited the hall. \n\nMaybe tomorrow. \n\nAs she left the hall, she entered into the side passage that lead to the dorms. Pillars on one side rose up to the ceiling above, and beyond them was a garden with a pond and a large old oak tree. Normally she'd slip beneath it on evenings like this and read, or meditate. Tonight however had exhausted her. her arms and legs dragged as she made her way down the hall. The moonlight reaching down and gently touching her paw pads as they met the cool marble stone. \n\nOn the other side of these, was a wall decorated with stone busts of the teachers and a few of hero's of the old days, or the new days, as she came near a newer bust.\n\nThe dragon was smaller then it's neighbors, but it made up for the size by it's lavish design. gold swirls and leaf covered the horns, purple paint from rare plants made the eyes glow and the frill that sat between the drake's head shimmered with glimmers of diamond dust. \n\nA plaque beneath the head, plated in silver read: SPYRO, HERO OF US ALL. \n\nMelana smiled warmly and continued on down the hall. She needed to sleep, tomorrow was a big day after all, and she needed as much practice as she could get.\n\nShe never noticed that the statue's living copy was watching her from within the oak tree. \n\n[center]****[/center]\n\n\"Again.\"\n\nMelana felt like her teeth were going to break if she clenched them any harder. sweat dribbled down her brow and stung her eyes, but she dared not wipe it away. it meant she was focusing on something else and not the training. \n\n[i]This morning could not have started out any worse[/i]. she mentally grumbled. Next to her, three other students, all failures of the exam like her, were just as tired. Griping and groaning only earned them more work though and so they all silently bemoaned their situation.\n\nCurrently, they were all holding large blocks of stone on their backs. the catch, was that they couldn't hold the stone in place with their arms or hands. Their hands were out in front of them in the spell formation from last night. Each acolyte had their backs leaned forward and their legs bent to keep the stone balanced. \n\nFor ten minutes they stood still, controlling their breathing and their posture. For ten minutes they listened to their teacher, a grey dragon Elder by the name of Beldanthus, drivel on about how focusing on the stone and only the stone showed one how to keep their mind clear of useless thoughts.\n\nIf a student wavered or dropped the stone, woe be unto them. Beldanthus wasn't cruel, but he was disciplinary enough to not cause any desires for more punishment. As the teacher watched them all, Melana noticed him start with surprise. She dared a peak at the teacher in front of them.\n\nThe Dragon was pleased. \"Ah, what a surprise! Lord Sp--\" The sudden ending of his sentence and the fact that his expression shot from elation, to confusion, and then to understanding meant two things to Melana and the other students.\n\nEither A; they were about to get a horrible prank done to them. Quite a common thing actually. Melana didn't think it was that this time though.\n\nStrictly because Beldanthus had clearly said 'lord' first. that meant that B; they were being analysed and inspected by one of the high council members of the guild hall. That was odd though. Most noble dragons, when arriving at the guild hall, were noted by loud fan fair and music that honored their title and home. \n\nThis one came in completely without notice, out of the blue. That was certainly not common. \n\n[i]And to silence beldanthus from his speech no less, they must be really important[/i]. Melana thought. The rock on her back slid an inch and her focus reasserted itself on her main priority. She was not going to drop her charge while in the presence of a lord!\n\nA second or two of silence went by, and Melana heard the gentle padding of paws and the clink of armor as the noble came up behind the students.\n\nBeldanthus spoke up. \"My lord....May I inquire as to what you are doing here? I did not expect--\" \n\nAgain his words were cut off, Making Melana twitch her brow up slightly. What was the noble doing here? Why was he interrupting their discipline? \n\n\"I am looking for a student to personally train, Beldanthus, and I was directed here of all places. May I inquire as to the purpose of this particular session? It was not in my schooling when I was a student.\"\n\nMelana felt the stone shift again on her back, and she cursed. If it moved any more she'd drop it! \n\n[i]Focus, I need to focus[/i]! she whimpered. This noble was looking into getting a student, something she could not let pass her up! If she could impress them, then she could--\n\nThe stone slipped, and crashed to the ground behind Melana. She heard the conversation grind to a halt as Beldanthus looked at her with a deep frown. \n\n\"As I was saying, my Lord, the stones are a way for the trainee to focus their attention on one thing. the stones are large enough to cause discomfort, but not too big to cause injury. Should they slip and drop it, however, I add [i]another[/i].\" Beldanthus very nearly growled out the last words, his eyes boring into Melana coldly.\n\n\"It would appear that one of my pupils is having a great time eavesdropping, however. Another stone for you Melana, and another five minutes.\" The gray dragon walked over and put the first stone on her back, making Melana whimper, and then he set another one atop it, nearly buckling Melana's legs.\n\nHe then backed off and looked at the other students.\n\n\"You all have another two minutes, show your strength and perseverance while in the presence of one of our highest lords. Maybe you'll be good enough for his [i]purposes[/i].\" \n\nAfter another two minutes, Beldanthus cleared the other students, and Melana both heard and felt three stones clatter to the ground next to her, but her vision was blocked off by the pain. Two stones was all she'd ever gotten, but it still sucked. She had to put all her effort into making sure her knees didn't buckle. \n\nThe punishment was far worse if she took a knee. As the seconds ticked by, she heard one of the students gasp, and then another. All the while, the sound paw pads was getting closer to her position. The third student didn't gasp, but instead cursed, and took several steps back. \n\nMelana heard him fall down on his backside and exclaim. \"Y-your him! Your Lord--mmph!\" \n\n[i]What keeps silencing them[/i]?! Melana wondered. Maybe the lord had a gaze that could render someone speechless? \n\n[i]No! Melana you need to focus, you can't fail again[/i]! She berated herself for continuing to lose ....focus?....The paws had stopped in front of her. nostrils flared and warmth caressed her face. Who ever this lord was, they were close enough that she could hear their breathing and smell their breath.\n\n[i]smells like rumcake.[/i]She mentally noted. \n\n\"Acolyte, what is your name?\" Again her face was just barely touched by the hot breath of the dragon in front of her. His breath smelled amazing, considering she hadn't eaten dinner last night.\n\n\"I-It's Melana, my lord!\" She whimpered. The rocks were becoming problematic. \n\n\"You have your eyes closed, open them and look at me. Do not drop those stones, and you'll impress me.\"\n\nHer breath froze for a moment. If she opened her eyes, she would no doubt be startled by how close the dragon was, plus there was the fact that they were someone noteworthy. Mix in that her legs were about to collapse, gave Melana two options.\n\nShe could open her eyes and risk losing balance, or she could refuse to open her eyes and potentially anger a lord. Out of those two options, she knew which one she would chose. \n\nbut she'd be smart about it. She peeked her eyes open and immediately snapped her gaze to the sandy floor and her feet. Then from there she slowly lifted them up. The first thing she saw were a pair of paws, they were dark purple in color and had three talons to each limb. Then came the chest and neck plates. Orange and purple....orange and purple, all the way up...orange and....wait a minute....\n\nMelana had only seen one mixture of that coloration before. Only one dragon in the entirety of the guild had purple for scales! \n\nHer red and yellow eyes lifted and she found herself staring into deep purple orbs that shimmered brilliantly. She was staring at her hero.\n\n\"Sp-Spyro....\" She whispered. Said dragon's eyes never closed, they danced between looking at her left eye, to her right. Spyro spoke with a light chuckle.\n\n\"Good, you didn't drop the stones, now...Beldanthus?\"\n\nBeldanthus, who'd been watching the situation curiously, stood. \"Yes, my Lord?\"\n\nSpyro lifted a paw and pointed to one of the dropped stones. \"Add one to her stack.\"\n\n[i]WHAT[/i]!? Melana mentally screamed as Beldanthus nodded and rather gently added another to her stack. Immediately her left knee bowed, but she never felt it hit sand. Instead, Spyro's talon had shot out and was holding her up.\n\n\"One minute! Do this for one solid minute, Melana. Show me your spirit!\" Spyro hissed. He was grinning, and with that determination right in her face, Melana felt it as well. The feeling was shared. She could do it!\n\n\"Y-yes sir!\" She growled. Next to her, Beldanthus looked surprised by the situation, but he didn't look displeased either, and that made it all the more helpful for Melana to keep going.\n\n\"That's good, good! Keep up your focus, you feel the stones right? You feel them shifting? Don't let them!\" Spyro hoisted her knee back up and Melani groaned aloud. \n\n\"Gah....t-too much!\"\n\n\"No it is not! I know you Melana, you once roared as a child and set an entire house on fire with your inner energy, three stones is nothing!\"\n\n[i]How did he[/i].... The stones wobbled and Melana snarled. She gnashed here teeth and brought her focus back to the center. She stared right at Sypro's eyes, seeing her sweaty, gross, and haggard reflection in his eyes filled her with determination! \n\n\"Thirty seconds left! Now, Melana, I want you to think of that spell, the one you failed today and during training the other night. Keep that spell in your mind, and focus all that stress, all that frustration, all that anger, into the center of your hands! The empty space, not your fingers!\" \n\nMelana did so, and found it was suddenly rather easy to do the spell. Fire swirled into the center of her triangle and roiled with life. Spyro pulled away slowly from her and then stood at her side. His mouth was inches from her ear fur, his voice commanding.\n\n\"Now....release it!\" \n\nA torrent of fire exploded from in front of Melana, she yelled as the fire blasted toward the far wall and into it. swathes of flame bathed the wall in crimson red, heating the stone to a nice amber glow before the spell dissipated and stopped. Melana stood there for a second, huffing in exhaustion. Her arms felt like boulders, her back felt like it'd been a bridge for an entire city of people, and her heart...her heart sang. \n\nShe'd done it.\n\nWith a ghost of a smile, she dropped to her knees and then to her chest, blackness welcoming her as she passed out in the sand. \n\n[i]I d-did it[/i]...\n\n[center]****[/center]\n\nMelana woke to a gentle slapping on her cheek and the feeling of a cold rag on her brow. She opened her eyes and found one of her fellow students sitting on the side of her bed. The girl smiled down at her. \"Oh good! You're awake. Master Spyro was here a moment ago and said that when you woke to meet him in the south wing, as soon as you could. If you hurry, you still might catch up to him!\"\n\nMelana was slightly delirious from her head swimming, but she nodded to the girl even as they tunred and left the room.\n\n[i]So...that wasn't a dream[/i]? She thought. Just thinking felt like rocks were pummeling her brain in a non-stop staccato. What had that girl said, Master Spyro was close by? She needed to see him? \n\nSitting up slowly, she sat at the edge of the bed log enough to not fall over and then attempted standing. She succeeded.\n\nThen failed.\n\nThen tried again and this time truly was successful. Was she nearly about to faint and vomit her empty stomach? yes. Was she going to keep a High Lord of the guild waiting? \n\nNO.\n\nOpening the door and exiting into the hallway, She looked around her surroundings. she was in the dormitory. The south wing wasn't too far away, but why would he be there? All there were in that hall were the statues she'd visited the night before.\n\nLet it be said that she didn't question the actions of a lord, because she most certainly did not! If Lord Spyro wanted to see her there, then that was where she would go.\n\nIt took some doing but after a few moments of fumbling around the halls, and using stair railings as makeshift 'hold-me-ups', she practically flopped into the south wing entrance. By the time she did so it was evening. Or rather, she'd been out for so long that afternoon had come and gone and now it was properly evening. She couldn't tell which was what and didn't care. \n\nHer Lord was nearby. \n\nMaking sure she looked as regal as she could in her acolyte's garb.....her garb was missing... \n\n[i]SON OF....where is my garb[/i]!? Had she just gone through half the guild hall stark NAKED!?\n\nYes...she apparently had. No one had stopped her either, that was most peculiar. On top of this, she had to find a way back before Spyro spotted her--\n\n\"Ah, you've arrived.\"\n\n[i]shit[/i].\n\nShe covered herself with an arm and immediately dove behind one of the pillars. Her blush was as bright as a wall torch. What was she going to do!? He was right there in front of her and he was smiling and--\n\n\"GAH!!\" Melana shrieked and fell onto her rump, her arms flailing to cover her indecency. In front of her Spyro simply stood and waited till her rambling apologies fell silent. \n\n\"Are you done?\" He asked smartly. Melana whimpered and looked ashamed. \n\n\"S-sir, please I didn't realize I was indecent, I didn't expect to wake up naked and I--\"\n\n\"It was expected.\"\n\n\"I figured I should head back and....wait what?\" Melana blinked in total confusion. Had her hero, Spyro, the savior of their world, just said she was supposed to be naked?\n\n\"I said it was expected, I asked for it to be so, after all.\" He said walking up to her. Melana found her words floundering as he reached out with a paw and flicked some of her red hair out of her face. He smirked.\n\n\"There is a ritual more ancient then Ignitus himself that helps bond a teacher and his student. More so than that, it helps the student excel in areas of magic that they may be lacking in, or have no talent in at all.\"\n\nMelana felt her cheeks redden and she curled more into herself. \"S-sir? I I don't understand...what ritual would require me to be....naked?\" \n\nSpyro looked away from her, staring at the oak tree as it was gently swept in the wind. \"The consummation by fire. A ritual where the dragon shares his flame with that of his first acolyte, by which I mean you, Melana.\" \n\nHe looked at her with a rather smoldering grin, and started prowling around her form, a growl bursting from his lips. Melana shivered as heat rolled off her shoulders as the dragon set his muzzle inches from her left ear.\n\n\"The acolyte, by fire's light must nude be for him to see, for with the form nature named, can swallow his fire and be inflamed.\" As he spoke, a paw snaked it's way around her waist and the other slid across her neck, Melana shivered more, and it [i]wasn't[/i] because of the wind. Behind her Spyro sat and pulled her back against his chest, still murmuring the old rite in her ear.\n\n\"Then with fire she consumed by shackled choice, the teacher and student one, perhaps rejoice....\" \n\nAs Melana tried to contemplate the meaning of those words, Spyro gripped her shoulders, and held her firm. His teeth scraped her neck nape and she let escape a moan that Spyro loved.\n\n\"We need to do the ritual.... Your hero needs you, Melana...will you follow?\"\n\nMelana barely nodded. \"y-yes...\" her voice a whisper. \n\nSpyro growled, \"Yes what, acolyte?\" \n\nMelana's world was a mixture of bliss and pain by now, and under normal circumstances, would have noticed that Spyro's expression was anything but friendly, and his grip on her arms weren't gentle at all. But she'd been put through hard labor, not been given dinner, and was floating on wisps of energy to stay awake. Her body refused to respond.\n\nIt was because of this that everything Spyro said felt like a dream. That had to be it, Spyro, a teacher and Lord, would never talk to her so lewdly, so it had to be a dream. Thus, when he asked the question she smiled and kissed the side of his cheek.\n\n\"Y-yes My lord...\" \n\nSpyro nodded, \"That's better. now come with me...\" He firmly forced her into a crawl, half dragging her, half shoving her across the hall and into a side room. It was a storage room that had been recently cleared out for....[i]reasons[/i]. Lords were not to be questioned.\n\nMelana was roughly let go of on the floor, and it was about there that she began to question how weird this dream was. Spyro would never be rough with her...something was...\n\nSomething was wrong. She realized this all to late as she opened her eyes. Spyro's talons were gripping her head and he was shoving his snout against hers, he was kissing her. Not only that, but his tongue was practically half way down her throat!\n\n\"Mmmph! mmmm!! mmph!\" She tried to scream but found her air passage blocked by his large tongue. She willed her arms to fight back, but when she went to lift them, pain in massive quantities surged through her shoulders and muscles. \n\nHer arms fell limp at her sides. And Spyro, with a knowing grin, kept having his way with her mouth. Tears began coloring her cheeks as she whimpered and kicked her feet fruitlessly. The Lord didn't seem to like that and she felt his balled fist collide with her stomach, forcing her to gasp and thus allow him deeper entry into her throat.\n\nJust when her air was at it's limit, He pulled back, letting the girl collapse to the floor, choking and coughing. Melana's world was harshly brought back to reality as Spyro flipped her over and gripped her throat with his talons digging into her neck. He snorted and a plume of smoke burned her eyes and suffocated her more. she thrashed for a few seconds but held no more energy and again fell limp as he leaned in and licked at her face and neck ferally, covering her in saliva and not trying to clean it up. \n\nThe dragon pulled off and let go of her neck, licking his lips slowly as he stood over her. \"Mmm its been too long since I took an acolyte...I'm going to enjoy this.\" \n\nBefore Melana could pull away or even speak out, the talons replaced themselves on her throat and she was hoisted into a sitting position. Spyro then reared up and griped her head with both paws. To melana's horror, through her bleary vision she could see what looked like the dragon's large cock, in fact, it was trying to force it's way into her mouth! \n\nWith a muffled whimper she tried to pulled back but instead found the object lodged itself deeper, effectively gagging her into silence. As the dragon began slapping his hips into her muzzle, Melana realized what the ritual wording had meant. \n\nit was a ritual of rape. Her hero, Spyro, was raping her.\n\nSaid dragon had opened his wings, shadowing the girl as he muzzle fucked her mercilessly into his crotch. \"Ohhhh such a good girl you are! keep that up and you'll be drinking my fire in no time!\" He practically hissed the words as Melana desperately tried to push him away, but the best she could do was grip his thigh and weakly nudge his chest.\n\nand worse yet, his thrusts were getting faster. With a growl, and a nasty wrenching of her nape hair, melana was bashed back and forth against his cock.\n\n\"AH AH AH YES! FUCKING SLUT! TAKE IT! TAKE ALL OF MYyyynnn nnNGAAHH!!!\"\n\nMelana felt his cock throb and bulge, and a moment later, her throat knew pain. Burning like fire itself, searing hot cum guzzled down her throat. It came in waves of unending pain, and as it began to seep out of her mouth, it burned her lips. It filled her stomach like a cauldron, and that too over filled, until with a terrified gag, cum exploded up her nasal passages and out her nose. \n\nAnd Spyro, oblivious to the girl's pain, looked down at her.\n\n\"And the sacrifice, marked both inside and out, was unable to escape, unable to breathe...ehehe aaaaahhhhh...\"\n\nHe let her slip off his cock, and she was sent crashing to the floor to throw up globs and globs of cum to the floor next to her.\n\n\"And couldn't shout for help, so in this ritual the dragon, by semenic fire, claimed another slave, and on to the next he would wander, in due time, in due toll....\"\n\nWith a snarl, he flipped Melana over onto her back and mounted her, pinning her arms at her sides, shoving his cock against her backside until he found purchase in her rear, he grinned maliciously as she lifted her head in an action of screaming....but no sound escaped her lips.\n\n\"But pray thee that the dragon grows weary by that first toll, for he is lustful of the other holes....Heh, there are two more rituals, my acolyte slave...\"\n\nMelana felt her wold being obliterated into pieces over and over again, as Spyro raped her anally, and then vaginally...and then orally once more for good measure....the spell she'd succeeded at earlier today was forgotten, in it's place.....only fire.\n\n>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>","description_bbcode_parsed":"Once more, the test spell failed, fizzling out with out so much as a spark. Melana cursed silently and tried again. She lifted her arms up,hands outstretched, angling the finger tips into that of a triangle, with the thumps and pointer fingers touching.

Then she focused on the target, centered twenty or so feet across the training hall. A large wooden circle with six rings of red and black to mark the location of her attacks.

If she could hit it, that was.

She'd been trying to create the spell from the class session for days now, and no amount of growling and fussing had improved her chances, then again, neither had training. Ignitus, the dragon of fire, had shown all the acolytes in class how the spell was formed. It was basic enough that when tried in class, a few of her peers had immediately succeeded. Much to her dismay, she couldn't even feel her inner fire.

That was another thing the Elder dragon had brought up, was inner fire. Technically it was inner energy, but she knew what he meant. Each person, be they dragon, ape, or other race, had an inner energy that they could connect with and control. Melana had once connected with hers, when younger, and the results had been rather shocking.

She was no powerhouse, like Cynder the Black, or her hero, Spyro the Purple, but she had enough to be presented to the guild of elements. A school dedicated to teaching those who were capable of reaching beyond themselves.

Capable of becoming more.

Gritting her teeth, Melana growled and closed her eyes. She sought to feel the warmth of her fire, the strength of her mind, and the power within. As time passed and the only sound was her breathing, she slowly drew deeper into herself. Yes, she could feel something! It was small, and unfocused but it was present, and she grasped at it.

Wrapping her conscious around it, she dragged it up to her center, her inner santum of life force. It was there she could draw upon it and use it. Her arms shook with stress from holding the position for so long, what had it been? Hours?

Maybe, but she'd get it this time!

With a deep growl, she pulled back her hands and then shoved them forward, bending one knee in front of her as she thrust.

"HAA!" She exhaled.

She felt.....she felt.....nothing. A sigh broke her lips and she dropped her arms to her sides.

Hopeless....its completely hopeless, at least right now. I can't seem to figure out what is wrong...Melana sighed again and turned away from the target. She grabbed her satchel with her school books and exited the hall.

Maybe tomorrow.

As she left the hall, she entered into the side passage that lead to the dorms. Pillars on one side rose up to the ceiling above, and beyond them was a garden with a pond and a large old oak tree. Normally she'd slip beneath it on evenings like this and read, or meditate. Tonight however had exhausted her. her arms and legs dragged as she made her way down the hall. The moonlight reaching down and gently touching her paw pads as they met the cool marble stone.

On the other side of these, was a wall decorated with stone busts of the teachers and a few of hero's of the old days, or the new days, as she came near a newer bust.

The dragon was smaller then it's neighbors, but it made up for the size by it's lavish design. gold swirls and leaf covered the horns, purple paint from rare plants made the eyes glow and the frill that sat between the drake's head shimmered with glimmers of diamond dust.

A plaque beneath the head, plated in silver read: SPYRO, HERO OF US ALL.

Melana smiled warmly and continued on down the hall. She needed to sleep, tomorrow was a big day after all, and she needed as much practice as she could get.

She never noticed that the statue's living copy was watching her from within the oak tree.

****


"Again."

Melana felt like her teeth were going to break if she clenched them any harder. sweat dribbled down her brow and stung her eyes, but she dared not wipe it away. it meant she was focusing on something else and not the training.

This morning could not have started out any worse. she mentally grumbled. Next to her, three other students, all failures of the exam like her, were just as tired. Griping and groaning only earned them more work though and so they all silently bemoaned their situation.

Currently, they were all holding large blocks of stone on their backs. the catch, was that they couldn't hold the stone in place with their arms or hands. Their hands were out in front of them in the spell formation from last night. Each acolyte had their backs leaned forward and their legs bent to keep the stone balanced.

For ten minutes they stood still, controlling their breathing and their posture. For ten minutes they listened to their teacher, a grey dragon Elder by the name of Beldanthus, drivel on about how focusing on the stone and only the stone showed one how to keep their mind clear of useless thoughts.

If a student wavered or dropped the stone, woe be unto them. Beldanthus wasn't cruel, but he was disciplinary enough to not cause any desires for more punishment. As the teacher watched them all, Melana noticed him start with surprise. She dared a peak at the teacher in front of them.

The Dragon was pleased. "Ah, what a surprise! Lord Sp--" The sudden ending of his sentence and the fact that his expression shot from elation, to confusion, and then to understanding meant two things to Melana and the other students.

Either A; they were about to get a horrible prank done to them. Quite a common thing actually. Melana didn't think it was that this time though.

Strictly because Beldanthus had clearly said 'lord' first. that meant that B; they were being analysed and inspected by one of the high council members of the guild hall. That was odd though. Most noble dragons, when arriving at the guild hall, were noted by loud fan fair and music that honored their title and home.

This one came in completely without notice, out of the blue. That was certainly not common.

And to silence beldanthus from his speech no less, they must be really important. Melana thought. The rock on her back slid an inch and her focus reasserted itself on her main priority. She was not going to drop her charge while in the presence of a lord!

A second or two of silence went by, and Melana heard the gentle padding of paws and the clink of armor as the noble came up behind the students.

Beldanthus spoke up. "My lord....May I inquire as to what you are doing here? I did not expect--"

Again his words were cut off, Making Melana twitch her brow up slightly. What was the noble doing here? Why was he interrupting their discipline?

"I am looking for a student to personally train, Beldanthus, and I was directed here of all places. May I inquire as to the purpose of this particular session? It was not in my schooling when I was a student."

Melana felt the stone shift again on her back, and she cursed. If it moved any more she'd drop it!

Focus, I need to focus! she whimpered. This noble was looking into getting a student, something she could not let pass her up! If she could impress them, then she could--

The stone slipped, and crashed to the ground behind Melana. She heard the conversation grind to a halt as Beldanthus looked at her with a deep frown.

"As I was saying, my Lord, the stones are a way for the trainee to focus their attention on one thing. the stones are large enough to cause discomfort, but not too big to cause injury. Should they slip and drop it, however, I add another." Beldanthus very nearly growled out the last words, his eyes boring into Melana coldly.

"It would appear that one of my pupils is having a great time eavesdropping, however. Another stone for you Melana, and another five minutes." The gray dragon walked over and put the first stone on her back, making Melana whimper, and then he set another one atop it, nearly buckling Melana's legs.

He then backed off and looked at the other students.

"You all have another two minutes, show your strength and perseverance while in the presence of one of our highest lords. Maybe you'll be good enough for his purposes."

After another two minutes, Beldanthus cleared the other students, and Melana both heard and felt three stones clatter to the ground next to her, but her vision was blocked off by the pain. Two stones was all she'd ever gotten, but it still sucked. She had to put all her effort into making sure her knees didn't buckle.

The punishment was far worse if she took a knee. As the seconds ticked by, she heard one of the students gasp, and then another. All the while, the sound paw pads was getting closer to her position. The third student didn't gasp, but instead cursed, and took several steps back.

Melana heard him fall down on his backside and exclaim. "Y-your him! Your Lord--mmph!"

What keeps silencing them?! Melana wondered. Maybe the lord had a gaze that could render someone speechless?

No! Melana you need to focus, you can't fail again! She berated herself for continuing to lose ....focus?....The paws had stopped in front of her. nostrils flared and warmth caressed her face. Who ever this lord was, they were close enough that she could hear their breathing and smell their breath.

smells like rumcake.She mentally noted.

"Acolyte, what is your name?"  Again her face was just barely touched by the hot breath of the dragon in front of her. His breath smelled amazing, considering she hadn't eaten dinner last night.

"I-It's Melana, my lord!" She whimpered. The rocks were becoming problematic.

"You have your eyes closed, open them and look at me. Do not drop those stones, and you'll impress me."

Her breath froze for a moment. If she opened her eyes, she would no doubt be startled by how close the dragon was, plus there was the fact that they were someone noteworthy. Mix in that her legs were about to collapse, gave Melana two options.

She could open her eyes and risk losing balance, or she could refuse to open her eyes and potentially anger a lord. Out of those two options, she knew which one she would chose.

but she'd be smart about it. She peeked her eyes open and immediately snapped her gaze to the sandy floor and her feet. Then from there she slowly lifted them up. The first thing she saw were a pair of paws, they were dark purple in color and had three talons to each limb. Then came the chest and neck plates. Orange and purple....orange and purple, all the way up...orange and....wait a minute....

Melana had only seen one mixture of that coloration before. Only one dragon in the entirety of the guild had purple for scales!

Her red and yellow eyes lifted and she found herself staring into deep purple orbs that shimmered brilliantly. She was staring at her hero.

"Sp-Spyro...." She whispered. Said dragon's eyes never closed, they danced between looking at her left eye, to her right. Spyro spoke with a light chuckle.

"Good, you didn't drop the stones, now...Beldanthus?"

Beldanthus, who'd been watching the situation curiously, stood. "Yes, my Lord?"

Spyro lifted a paw and pointed to one of the dropped stones. "Add one to her stack."

WHAT!? Melana mentally screamed as Beldanthus nodded and rather gently added another to her stack. Immediately her left knee bowed, but she never felt it hit sand. Instead, Spyro's talon had shot out and was holding her up.

"One minute! Do this for one solid minute, Melana. Show me your spirit!"  Spyro hissed. He was grinning, and with that determination right in her face, Melana felt it as well. The feeling was shared. She could do it!

"Y-yes sir!" She growled. Next to her, Beldanthus looked surprised by the situation, but he didn't look displeased either, and that made it all the more helpful for Melana to keep going.

"That's good, good! Keep up your focus, you feel the stones right? You feel them shifting? Don't let them!" Spyro hoisted her knee back up and Melani groaned aloud.

"Gah....t-too much!"

"No it is not! I know you Melana, you once roared as a child and set an entire house on fire with your inner energy, three stones is nothing!"

How did he.... The stones wobbled and Melana snarled. She gnashed here teeth and brought her focus back to the center. She stared right at Sypro's eyes, seeing her sweaty, gross, and haggard reflection in his eyes filled her with determination!

"Thirty seconds left! Now, Melana, I want you to think of that spell, the one you failed today and during training the other night. Keep that spell in your mind, and focus all that stress, all that frustration, all that anger, into the center of your hands! The empty space, not your fingers!"

Melana did so, and found it was suddenly rather easy to do the spell. Fire swirled into the center of her triangle and roiled with life. Spyro pulled away slowly from her and then stood at her side. His mouth was inches from her ear fur, his voice commanding.

"Now....release it!"

A torrent of fire exploded from in front of Melana, she yelled as the fire blasted toward the far wall and into it. swathes of flame bathed the wall in crimson red, heating the stone to a nice amber glow before the spell dissipated and stopped. Melana stood there for a second, huffing in exhaustion. Her arms felt like boulders, her back felt like it'd been a bridge for an entire city of people, and her heart...her heart sang.

She'd done it.

With a ghost of a smile, she dropped to her knees and then to her chest, blackness welcoming her as she passed out in the sand.

I d-did it...

****


Melana woke to a gentle slapping on her cheek and the feeling of a cold rag on her brow. She opened her eyes and found one of her fellow students sitting on the side of her bed. The girl smiled down at her. "Oh good! You're awake. Master Spyro was here a moment ago and said that when you woke to meet him in the south wing, as soon as you could. If you hurry, you still might catch up to him!"

Melana was slightly delirious from her head swimming, but she nodded to the girl even as they tunred and left the room.

So...that wasn't a dream? She thought. Just thinking felt like rocks were pummeling her brain in a non-stop staccato. What had that girl said, Master Spyro was close by? She needed to see him?

Sitting up slowly, she sat at the edge of the bed log enough to not fall over and then attempted standing. She succeeded.

Then failed.

Then tried again and this time truly was successful. Was she nearly about to faint and vomit her empty stomach? yes. Was she going to keep a High Lord of the guild waiting?

NO.

Opening the door and exiting into the hallway, She looked around her surroundings. she was in the dormitory. The south wing wasn't too far away, but why would he be there? All there were in that hall were the statues she'd visited the night before.

Let it be said that she didn't question the actions of a lord, because she most certainly did not! If Lord Spyro wanted to see her there, then that was where she would go.

It took some doing but after a few moments of fumbling around the halls,  and using stair railings as makeshift 'hold-me-ups', she practically flopped into the south wing entrance. By the time she did so it was evening. Or rather, she'd been out for so long that afternoon had come and gone and now it was properly evening. She couldn't tell which was what and didn't care.

Her Lord was nearby.

Making sure she looked as regal as she could in her acolyte's garb.....her garb was missing...

SON OF....where is my garb!? Had she just gone through half the guild hall stark NAKED!?

Yes...she apparently had. No one had stopped her either, that was most peculiar. On top of this, she had to find a way back before Spyro spotted her--

"Ah, you've arrived."

shit.

She covered herself with an arm and immediately dove behind one of the pillars. Her blush was as bright as a wall torch. What was she going to do!? He was right there in front of her and he was smiling and--

"GAH!!" Melana shrieked and fell onto her rump, her arms flailing to cover her indecency. In front of her Spyro simply stood and waited till her rambling apologies fell silent.

"Are you done?" He asked smartly. Melana whimpered and looked ashamed.

"S-sir, please I didn't realize I was indecent, I didn't expect to wake up naked and I--"

"It was expected."

"I figured I should head back and....wait what?" Melana blinked in total confusion. Had her hero, Spyro, the savior of their world, just said she was supposed to be naked?

"I said it was expected, I asked for it to be so, after all." He said walking up to her. Melana found her words floundering as he reached out with a paw and flicked some of her red hair out of her face. He smirked.

"There is a ritual more ancient then Ignitus himself that helps bond a teacher and his student. More so than that, it helps the student excel in areas of magic that they may be lacking in, or have no talent in at all."

Melana felt her cheeks redden and she curled more into herself. "S-sir? I I don't understand...what ritual would require me to be....naked?"

Spyro looked away from her, staring at the oak tree as it was gently swept in the wind. "The consummation by fire. A ritual where the dragon shares his flame with that of his first acolyte, by which I mean you, Melana."

He looked at her with a rather smoldering grin, and started prowling around her form, a growl bursting from his lips. Melana shivered as heat rolled off her shoulders as the dragon set his muzzle inches from her left ear.

"The acolyte, by fire's light must nude be for him to see, for with the form nature named, can swallow his fire and be inflamed." As he spoke, a paw snaked it's way around her waist and the other slid across her neck, Melana shivered more, and it wasn't because of the wind. Behind her Spyro sat and pulled her back against his chest, still murmuring the old rite in her ear.

"Then with fire she consumed by shackled choice, the teacher and student one, perhaps rejoice...."

As Melana tried to contemplate the meaning of those words, Spyro gripped her shoulders, and held her firm. His teeth scraped her neck nape and she let escape a moan that Spyro loved.

"We need to do the ritual.... Your hero needs you, Melana...will you follow?"

Melana barely nodded. "y-yes..." her voice a whisper.

Spyro growled, "Yes what, acolyte?"

Melana's world was a mixture of bliss and pain by now, and under normal circumstances, would have noticed that Spyro's expression was anything but friendly, and his grip on her arms weren't gentle at all. But she'd been put through hard labor, not been given dinner, and was floating on wisps of energy to stay awake. Her body refused to respond.

It was because of this that everything Spyro said felt like a dream. That had to be it, Spyro, a teacher and Lord, would never talk to her so lewdly, so it had to be a dream. Thus, when he asked the question she smiled and kissed the side of his cheek.

"Y-yes My lord..."

Spyro nodded, "That's better. now come with me..." He firmly forced her into a crawl, half dragging her, half shoving her across the hall and into a side room. It was a storage room that had been recently cleared out for....reasons. Lords were not to be questioned.

Melana was roughly let go of on the floor, and it was about there that she began to question how weird this dream was. Spyro would never be rough with her...something was...

Something was wrong. She realized this all to late as she opened her eyes. Spyro's talons were gripping her head and he was shoving his snout against hers, he was kissing her. Not only that, but his tongue was practically half way down her throat!

"Mmmph! mmmm!! mmph!" She tried to scream but found her air passage blocked by his large tongue. She willed her arms to fight back, but when she went to lift them, pain in massive quantities surged through her shoulders and muscles.

Her arms fell limp at her sides. And Spyro, with a knowing grin, kept having his way with her mouth. Tears began coloring her cheeks as she whimpered and kicked her feet fruitlessly. The Lord didn't seem to like that and she felt his balled fist collide with her stomach, forcing her to gasp and thus allow him deeper entry into her throat.

Just when her air was at it's limit, He pulled back, letting the girl collapse to the floor, choking and coughing. Melana's world was harshly brought back to reality as Spyro flipped her over and gripped her throat with his talons digging into her neck. He snorted and a plume of smoke burned her eyes and suffocated her more. she thrashed for a few seconds but held no more energy and again fell limp as he leaned in and licked at her face and neck ferally, covering her in saliva and not trying to clean it up.

The dragon pulled off and let go of her neck, licking his lips slowly as he stood over her. "Mmm its been too long since I took an acolyte...I'm going to enjoy this."

Before Melana could pull away or even speak out, the talons replaced themselves on her throat and she was hoisted into a sitting position. Spyro then reared up and griped her head with both paws. To melana's horror, through her bleary vision she could see what looked like the dragon's large cock, in fact, it was trying to force it's way into her mouth!

With a muffled whimper she tried to pulled back but instead found the object lodged itself deeper, effectively gagging her into silence. As the dragon began slapping his hips into her muzzle, Melana realized what the ritual wording had meant.

it was a ritual of rape. Her hero, Spyro, was raping her.

Said dragon had opened his wings, shadowing the girl as he muzzle fucked her mercilessly into his crotch. "Ohhhh such a good girl you are! keep that up and you'll be drinking my fire in no time!" He practically hissed the words as Melana desperately tried to push him away, but the best she could do was grip his thigh and weakly nudge his chest.

and worse yet, his thrusts were getting faster. With a growl, and a nasty wrenching of her nape hair, melana was bashed back and forth against his cock.

"AH AH AH YES! FUCKING SLUT! TAKE IT! TAKE ALL OF MYyyynnn nnNGAAHH!!!"

Melana felt his cock throb and bulge, and a moment later, her throat knew pain. Burning like fire itself, searing hot cum guzzled down her throat. It came in waves of unending pain, and as it began to seep out of her mouth, it burned her lips. It filled her stomach like a cauldron, and that too over filled, until with a terrified gag, cum exploded up her nasal passages and out her nose.

And Spyro, oblivious to the girl's pain, looked down at her.

"And the sacrifice, marked both inside and out, was unable to escape, unable to breathe...ehehe aaaaahhhhh..."

He let her slip off his cock, and she was sent crashing to the floor to throw up globs and globs of cum to the floor next to her.

"And couldn't shout for help, so in this ritual the dragon, by semenic fire, claimed another slave, and on to the next he would wander, in due time, in due toll...."

With a snarl, he flipped Melana over onto her back and mounted her, pinning her arms at her sides, shoving his cock against her backside until he found purchase in her rear, he grinned maliciously as she lifted her head in an action of screaming....but no sound escaped her lips.

"But pray thee that the dragon grows weary by that first toll, for he is lustful of the other holes....Heh, there are two more rituals, my acolyte slave..."

Melana felt her wold being obliterated into pieces over and over again, as Spyro raped her anally, and then vaginally...and then orally once more for good measure....the spell she'd succeeded at earlier today was forgotten, in it's place.....only fire.

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