Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse



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CHAPTER 29
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Cynder watched closely while Ember focused, her toes wiggling in very quick but concentrated patterns.  A string of several small jewels connected with incredibly fine silver filigree slipped into a small basin of molten gold, looping back up through the air to swiftly cool.  The chain was then likewise dipped into several other motel metals Cynder couldn't identify in their beautiful glowing liquid state, the whole chain gaining thickness layer by thin layer until Ember deemed it complete.  She laid the resultant tail-hoop on her workbench and donned some jeweler loupes, flicking a few of the lenses into place in front of her left eye and then squinting.  Tiny tools floated on her magic, bringing more molten gold droplets and fashioning some miniscule inset pockets, affixing them to the gaps in the loop between the bumps containing the etheric jewels within.  A set of ten tiny sparkling gemstones rose from one of her saddlebags, the pink dragoness sticking her tongue out a bit as she focused very carefully on setting them properly and then bending the socket forks into place to secure the gems.  Once that was done, she dipped the hoop into a clear epoxy and then set it with a careful breath of fire.  "Whew!" she huffed, sitting back and guiding the trinket to a stand.  "One simple mateship band."

"That was quicker than I thought it would be."

"Oh, I've been practicing this a lot, but this is again just a simple one.  I have designs for much more flourished bands and larger gem settings and other patterns, but all of that takes a large amount of time."

Glancing over her shoulder at her own butt, Cynder wiggled her tail a bit, imagining herself with a silver variant right where her tail met the rest of her body.  "They don't get in the way of sex?"

"Nope!  They're flexible enough to get pushed around a bit, but our hide naturally bunches up a bit, especially when you lift your tail."  She demonstrated, Cynder blushing at the sight of the pink girl's cum-dripping nethers.  "The band gets securely held between the folds of scales and skin, and if made right you barely feel the settings between your scales anyway.  Some like to have removable bands, but I prefer the closed loop ones that aren't meant to be removed except in emergency or for repairs."

"Interesting...but do they only go on the tail?"

"Traditionally, yeah, at least around here.  I know in some other areas they prefer neckbands, or elbow rings, but in these surrounding nations it's almost always the tailring."

"Huh.  So there are options?  Can you do all of them?"

"Not so difficult to change track, just need different measurements.  So!"  She clapped her paws with a giddy grin.  "You coming?"

"Not yet, Spyro's not inside me."

They shared a smirk and a laugh.  "Okay, I walked right into that."

"Of course we're going to your marriage."

"Great!  Guests of honor!  Buuuuut~ I know you're not here just to accept the invite."

Rubbing her foreleg, Cynder smiled shyly.  "I uh...well.  I wanted to ask about getting some new foreleg and tail cuffs, maybe some horn jewelry and...what does it take to make some mateship bands?"

"You and Spyro and getting hitched too?"

"Probably in a week or so before our royal visit."

"Eeeee!!"  She hopped up and hugged the black dragoness, Cynder freezing at the sudden gesture and then hugging back hesitantly.  "Awesome!  Tell ya what, on the house, I wanna make you look gorgeous!!"

"Oh no, I couldn't, that's too much material and time!"

"No no!  I insist!  Bring Spyro here and we can get your mateship bands done at least!"

"He's ah...busy at the moment."

"I know, he an' Flame are on breeding duty today.  Bring him here tonight, and we can get your inner settings charged up and ready for the forging process."

Canting her head curiously, Cynder blinked at that.  "Forging the gemstones?"

Nodding, Ember pulled at one of her drawers and exposed an open box of large gravelly pebbles, very roughly hewn.  She pawed through them and grabbed a bunch, letting it fall through her toes back into the box.  "This is the inert material, but it undergoes roughly the same process in minutes what takes the earth millions of years.  This eitrein is basically condensed 'dead magic'.  It gathers naturally in the wild in various spots.  When you charge a bunch of these small stones, they glow and contract onto themselves, and with some magic or Earth-breather guidance you can change their shape, color, luster, chatoyance, all kinds of aspects.  And they're tuned to your elemental wavelength!"

"Oh...I get it now...so Spyro and I charge up a bunch of these, you shape them, then the ones we charged will get traded to the other?"

"Exactly!  Most mateship bands have the stones fully enclosed for protection, so it doesn't matter how they turn out usually, though some designs do want to show off what their elemental charge 'created'.  To be honest, the actual elemental essence you charge them with doesn't do anything other than melt them down and ready them for shaping, but eh.  It's a fun process and you can watch if you want!"

"I think Spyro would be especially interested in that, he seems fascinated with gems and natural stuff."

"Alright, it's a date then!  Tonight we'll snack, maybe have some sex, then get you two your mateship bands started!  Aaaaand...while we wait for the boys, mind if I tape up some paper on you and draw?"

"The fuck?"

"Nah, no fucks, but I wanna sketch out some cuffs and such and get your approval on the designs as soon as we can."

"Oh, I see, modeling right on the subject?"

"You're quick!  Exactly.  If you had Earth blood I would just work the metal right on you but I doubt you still have your old lava resistance."

Her face darkened a bit and she shook her head.  "Yeah...that's gone with the Dark Master's magic."

Ember was already rifling through her stuff, grabbing some sticky resin jars and some parchment reams, mostly a lot of discarded paper cuts and pieces.  "Okay, just spread your forelegs and keep them straight, I'll make this quick.  Just need a template of your scalebands here..."  She tacked on some thin strips of resin to Cynder's scales and then carefully yet quickly smoothed out some paper scraps over her forelegs just above her paws, and then ducked behind her to apply the same to the middle of her tail.  With some claw ink, she scribbled a rough template to use, then replaced the paper and started scribbling designs while Cynder sat there as a still-life model.  The swipes of inked claws against paper were an unusual sensation to her, but she watched, albeit upside-down, as some forms began to take shape against her.  The papers were replaced five more times as Ember sketched out some very varied ideas, then when she was done she grabbed a jar of a very chemical-strong fluid that easily peeled the resin off the black girl's scales.  "Okay!  Nice!"

"I was wondering why your claws were stained purple lately."

"Yeah, lotta ink and I prefer to use my claws."  Laying out her sketches, she put the template away.  "So!  Thoughts?  We can narrow on ideas and changes as we go, these are just roughdrafts to start."

"Do you...always just work while dripping cum?"

"Huh?  Oh, yeah, kinda.  I've just gotten so used to it after all the casual sex at my apprenticeship and at home.  Did I get any on you?"

"No, just...wondering."

"It's Flame's, hehe."

Meanwhile, up at the Grotto Temple overlooking the small but growing village, the two males in question were balls deep in another set of visiting royals.  Their previous conquests were panting for breath at the other end of the room and refreshing themselves with cool water while Flame and Spyro plowed their relatives, Spyro going much gentler with his incredible length while Flame, at his partner's request, absolutely railed her brains out, her voice long gone with her eyes rolled up and her mouth hanging as she gasped for breath under his assault.   

Spyro gritted his teeth and growled out, his partner bouncing on his lap and fanning herself with her wings as she came down from her pleasure high and groped at her belly while it grew heavy and round with his seed.  Her jewelry tinkled and clacked all about her neck and head as she fought to catch her breath, eyes bleary and tongue hanging from her mouth from the unexpected intensity of having him bulging her middle.  "Ancestors..." she huffed, struggling to pull herself off his massive length.  "It's...it's like I can feel your sperm at work already..."


"Probably is, yeah.  You okay?"

"I can't... I can't feel my lower legs..."  She was too shaky to get off him.

"Need a carry," Spyro called out.  One of the Matron sisters entered with two nurses, the two working together to gently pull her up and steady her.  As Spyro's prodigious member slid free from her right grip, she shuddered and yelled, cumming once more and blushing heavily.  

"So embarrassing..."

"Nothing to be ashamed of, dear," the much older dragoness replied.  "Simply the body responding appropriately.  Now, let's get everyone ready for some refreshments -" she cut off at a curdling scream from Flame's partner, the girl nearly throwing him off in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm taking over every muscle in her body.  The fire dragon growled dominantly and clung to her, riding out both their climaxes.  Finally she went limp under him, almost passing out.  Flame churred as his finish subsided, pulling out slowly.  "An unexpected finish there, is she alright?"

"Yeah, she wanted it hard and fast so..."  He helped her up so the nurses could assist her too.  

"Yeah, she's fine, or will be soon at least.  Ma'am, can you tell me what color I am?"

The thoroughly bred girl could only stutter something, her eyes glassy in afterglow.

"Alright, get her to the reclining room and we'll get the refreshments going.  For you boys..."

"Gonna need a break soon," Spyro groaned, using a warm wet towel to slowly scrub and massage his crotch.  "Starting to chafe a bit."

"Perfectly reasonable.  Flame?"

"I'm good for a few more girls.  Got plenty of Spyro's cum to go."

"Alright.  Spyro, break time, let us know if you are available for continuing.  Flame, take a break too, and we'll have things set up for you."

The two males walked out of the room, Spyro closing his eyes briefly and bringing his codpiece out of his inventory, Flame watching as the metalwear piece materialized over his crotch and cradled his huge nuts.  "Damn.  How you move around with those still amazes me."

"Dunno, guess I'm used to it."  Stretching his wings and yawning, the purple dragon licked his lips.  "I'm parched.  Need a nap, food, and a drink."

"And some gold and jewels to match yours."

"My what..?"

"Jewels."  Spyro's clueless look made him laugh.  "Your balls!"

"Oh.  Slang.  Right.  Imma go nap."

Flame's teasing grin softened.  "So.  You two are tying the knot now, finally?"

"Finally?  You're one to talk too."

"Well yeah.  But it's official now?"

Giving a small sigh, Spyro nodded.  "I'm nervous.  I only want what's best for her and our kids."

"Well, especially in the political realm, this is one of the best steps you can take."  The red dragon smiled down at the small gold chain around his wrist, flexing his paw and watching the trinket sparkle in the light.  "Where at?  Got a place in mind?"

"Yeah.  Cynder and I both felt it'd be appropriate to have a private ceremony at the Dragon Temple, where our lives began.  Where are you planning yours?"

"Right here!  Warfang would have us wait an entire year.  The old ladies were more than happy to accommodate us here, plus a lot of our friends are either here already or planning to come anyway.  We sent out the invitations while we were at Warfang."

"I see.  But I thought you two hadn't yet decided then?"

"We were having some...ups and downs about it, yeah.  We sent the invites on one of those highs.  But yeah, now it's official, and I can't wait to finally marry my sister."

"Are you also going to marry any of your daughters if they want it?"

"Are you?"

Spyro balked at that.

"It's a fair question, dude, especially because you're a celebrated hero.  Your kids are gonna hear about it practically nonstop, and some girls are attracted to that ideal.  Plus, big balls, long dick, girl magnets as you already well know."

"If I do marry my daughters, it'll be because they see past all that like their mother does."

"Yeah, that's the way.  I'm fine with marrying my kids too if they want it.  You've seen where I come from, after all."

Food was wheeled past them, Flame drooling at the amazing aromas.  "That's your cue."

"Yep, back to work.  Can't let down the duty of the Sex Guardian after all."

"Sex Guardian...fuckin' really?  That's so corny."

"Hey, I'm in my element!" Flame laughed, heading back into the breeding chamber foyer.  Shaking his head, Spyro sighed and wandered down the hall to one of the larger rooms where a more generalized lunch was set up for all the staff, himself included.  

"Ah, Spyro sir!  Please, avail yourself," chirped a young attendant dragoness arranging some fresh yeast buns on a nearby table.  

"Are you on the docket as well, Lysa?" he teased with a smirk, making her blush and giggle.

"Not yet, I'm a late bloomer and haven't had my first heat yet.  And according to the Matrons, until I have my first heat naturally, I'm not susceptible to you."

The Patriarch side of him led his reply, "Don't have to be in heat to have fun though, but don't let me interrupt your job."

"Well, if you're free later, I wouldn't mind experiencing a hero," she shyly admitted.  "Maybe when I'm pregnant you can avail yourself on me as you wish?"

"I'll think about it," he replied with a lick of his lips that made her shiver with lust.  Making his way around the tables, he picked at a few items, taste testing some and making more of a meal of others.  In the back of his mind, he felt a bit odd about that exchange with the young girl, when had he gotten to be so forward?  Then again, perhaps the friendliness and support of this place was mellowing him.  It did feel nice to have such casual banter.  

After some food and an ice cold juice served in a melon rind bowl, the purple dragon headed out to check on Cynder, finding her dabbling with culinary stuff again at the big gathering square with the other chefs.  Not surprisingly, she was dripping with cum too, and was watching two of her companions openly stroking themselves.  As Spyro approached, one of them climaxed, aiming his penis at a collection bowl.  The second followed suit, gushing thick white cream.

"Cooking with cum?" the purple male asked as he joined his mate.

"Yeah!  They actually do have recipes for it!" she chirped back, nosing at him.  "Could be a good use for your overproduction."

The two other males huffed as they came down from their climaxes, taking the bowl.  "Alright...now comes the tricky part.  We need to add sugar and eggs and some alkaline to it quickly before it denatures too much."  Working quickly they turned the bowl of semen into a yolky soup.  "Now, if you can whip it fast into a good foam."

Cynder reached out and her claws extended with her Shadow power, tendrils whipping rapidly through the mix and aerating it.  Once it was sufficiently frothy, they both breathed controlled fire into it while she mixed, setting the proteins into a deliciously fluffy scramble.  Grabbing some pastry shingles nearby, the egg scramble was sandwiched with a few other sweet ingredients, and the treats were done.  Cynder couldn't help sampling one, chewing it slowly and testing the flavor.  "Mmmmm...that's definitely odd but tasty.  Like, I can still taste the cum, but it works well with the sweet and the slight bitter?"

"It's a traditional Anglapala dish, actually, but from before it was settled as a kingdom.  These were made back in tribal times as part of a blessing ceremony, where unfertilized eggs from females and the semen of males were combined in the belief that the sacrifice would bless the consumers with sexual vitality for the year ahead."

"Unfertilized eggs...like duds?"

"That, or the occasional off-heat eggs some females generate.  Used to be a lot more common.  Now the recipe is made with bird or fish eggs instead, but the symbolism is still there."

"Since you're a Matriarch, you're not likely to have many duds."

Nodding thoughtfully, Cynder chewed on another, then teasingly offered one to Spyro, the purple dragon shaking his head.  "Thanks but I don't really like the taste of cum all that much."

"You lick yours out of me all the time!"

"But it's got you with it."

"Cheeseball dork."  Pecking him on the cheek, she added "We're heading to Flame and Ember's tonight.  I'm gonna make them a surprise dinner  but Ember wants to make us our bands."

"Huh?"  It took him a second, then his eyes widened.  "Oh!  Right.  Yeah, what time?"

"Probs before sunset.  I'm getting the leftovers out here and making some yums.  Wanna stick around?  Unless you need to get back."

Nosing her neck, he sighed against her scales, the black dragoness shivering slightly and giggling at the warm breath amidst the wintery chill in the air.  "Gonna head back and read for a bit.  Need to get my mind off things."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just...a bit overwhelmed again."

"Awww."  Turning more fully to her mate, she pulled him into a slow kiss, Spyro sitting upright and pulling her close by her hips.  They sat there making out for a few minutes before she pulled back to nuzzle at him.  "Get some rest, okay?"

"Yeah.  I love you."

Her gut flitted with butterflies at that statement.  "Love you too Spyro.  So much."  They traded another kiss and he left, Cynder gazing after him with a small, sad smile.

"Is he okay?" one of the chefs asked.

"Yeah.  Just overthinking things again with stuff coming up."

In the Temple again, he walked past the breeding foyer, the sounds of Flame and other studs pleasuring more girls catching his ears.  Part of him pulled to join in, but his mind was a whirlwind with the golem issue, breeding worries about the future, the upcoming Anglapala visit, the Guardians disbanding...he needed away for a bit.  Heading towards the library wing, he came across Lysa again, the younger dragoness humming to herself while she organized a pallet of grain sacks.  "Oh!  Spyro sir!"

"Don't need the 'sir', you know.  I'm not knighted."

"I need it as a habit for my job.  Sir."  She blepped at him and winked.  "Heading to your chambers?"

He noticed she wasnt wearing anything now, having discarded her apron robe from earlier, exposing her fiery blonde and plasma blue scales.  "Was gonna find a book or two to distract myself."

"Wanna distract yourself with me?" she asked with a teasing tone that sounded more sarcastic than serious, but there was a gleam in her eye he couldn't ignore either.  "I could use some extra help arranging this pallet.  We needed to check bag integrity but someone did it in a hurry and they all slumped off."

He hesitated while he watched her grab a bag and drag it up into place.  She gasped when he loomed over her, standing over her back, his heavy ballsack draping on the small of her tail while his paws also grabbed the bag and helped her align it.  "You sure you want me being a distraction?" he muttered.  She shivered as she felt a growing warmth spill over her spine and throb against her, her tail lifting up against his nuts.

"I want it so badly..." she whispered back.  "I want you to be my first...please?"

"You've never had anyone else?" he asked, leaning his head down to nibble at her neck while he backed up over her a tad, dragging his bits along her.  Her breath hitched as she felt the sheer weight of those heavy orbs.

"N-no...was too afraid...and recently too busy...but I'd be so honored if you were my first..."

Spyro smiled softly, his heart fluttering at that.  "It'd be an honor for me as well then..."  Dragging his teeth gently along her neck, he made her shiver and moan with anticipation.  "Want to do this properly in a room?  Do you really want your first time being here with grain sacks in the middle of the hall?"

She gulped, her throat dry.  "Ah...could we...?"

Teasingly grinding his hard shaft along her back a few times, he furled his wings down around her and one paw reached down to hold her belly, making her give a confused grunt that quickly turned into a surprised yip as a surge of unusual power gently yanked her, their surroundings shifting instantly to one of the more private side breeding rooms.  Freshly cleaned and ready for use, it was a pleasant little nook, with a rather romantic feel with candles in sconces giving a warm orange glow, large cushy pillows and blankets everywhere.  Unwrapping himself from her, his tail nudged the door closed, open just a sliver.  "Does this please the lady?"

"Oh it sure does!  This is such a nice little room..." she replied, eagerly moving over to test the pillows, kneading at them.  He moved over again and nuzzled and licked at the nape of her neck, making her coo and shudder pleasantly.  Ducking his head under her tail he licked and kissed at her virgin nethers, getting her to squeal under her breath.

"Do you have any kind of experience?"

"Just...just, um...ooohh that feels great..." she mewled out as he dipped his tongue into her tight snatch, "I used to grind myself on my brother...we shared a nest and we'd make each other cum every night but he never entered me...then the war and..."

The fall of her tone made him pull away from her and move up to hug her softly, Lysa leaning into the gesture.  "I'm sorry...you were wanting to be with him weren't you?"

"We were like...nine or so...too young to care about mateship...but it just felt like replacing him until recently.  Took me a while to...come to terms."

"Are you in a relationship at all?"

Shaking her head, she sighed softly.  "Haven't really felt like looking...not just yet.  I do want to marry but...right now I kinda just wanna get on my own feet first after the chaos of the war...find myself, y'know?"

Nuzzling at her neck, he nodded.  "I know all too well myself.  Sounds like a distraction is what we both need right now."

"Mhm."  She wiggled against him, her tail rising again on instinct with her arousal.  Stepping over her again, he playfully ground his bits against her tail, then maneuvered his hips so his penis dipped down around her tail and between her legs, grinding between her dripping labial scales.  She gasped softly and bucked her hips into the grinding, pleasuring herself on those lovely ridges along the top surface of his member.  Hanging her head down, she gave a low gasp at the sight   "Ancestors- it's so big!"

"Having second thoughts?"

"No!  Oh my gosh I need to feel it all!  Please??"

He teasingly obliged her by giving a slow but forceful roll of his hips, rubbing nearly all of that massive length against her, making her gasp out and whimper at all the details stroking across her budding clit peeking out from its shelter.  He could feel that nub, quite a bit more pronounced than with other girls and making him wonder if she was actually a herm for a split second, but it didn't get big enough to be a penis against his, just a larger clit than he was used to encountering.  With a few more strokes, he pulled back and his tapered, barb-crowned tip pried its way into her tight folds.  Lysa clenched on him in anticipation.  "Relax, you're gonna squeeze me back out like that."

"Mmmf- how do you relax when it feels so good?"

His paw moved to stroke along her belly, tongue stroking along her neck, hips giving gentle nudges of his cock.  Gradually she did loosen up a bit more, letting him slip inside inch by inch.  When he bumped her cervix, he hissed a bit at the immense pressure of her pussy clamping all around him.  She was so tight!  "That's your cervix there.  You okay?"

Her paws were clenched against the pillows and her teeth ground together.  She tried to reply but couldn't formulate anything at the moment.  It hurt a bit, but it was also the most amazing thing she'd ever felt!  

Slowly, as gentle as he could manage, he started thrusting, rolling his hips against her, stroking her passage with his whole length, feeling her insides fluttering tightly around him every time a ridge or barb popped through her entrance.  She finally found her voice with a strangled moan, shuddering under him and pressing back for more on instinct.  It didn't take long for her inner barrier to give way to his insistence, Lysa gasping out as his tip pressed through into her inner sanctum and started to bulge her belly.  She didn't even realize what was happening until she felt his hips against her butt and his sack against her large swollen clit.  Glancing down, she stared at the bulge sticking out of her belly and under her chest, feeling it throb and move with his pulse.  

"You okay?" he asked again.

Her breath hitched and quickened.  He knew that reaction.  All of a sudden she cried out, bucking wildly against him with her first intense orgasm, dripping juices everywhere while her body rapidly milked his length.  He gritted his teeth against the slight pain of her incredible tightness around him, fighting not to cum inside already.  Lysa flopped on the pillows under her, shaky and breathless.  He took the chance to slowly start thrusting again, taking his time with her post-sensitivity making her quiver and flinch.  

She squeaked as he picked her up and leaned back on the cushions, holding her sitting up on his lap.  The sight of his penis bulging her belly and his huge nuts resting under her pussy was the hottest thing she'd ever seen.  Holding her steady, he humped into her, lightly bouncing her on his lap and listening to her delighted moans.  

"S-so good.. " she whimpered.  "More...please!"

Purring and nuzzling at her neck, he kept up the slow, deep thrusts, letting her revel in the newfound pleasure of sharing her body.  Up and down the bulge of his cock stroked against her chest, her insides fluttering tight and wet around him.  Reaching down around her, he rubbed that large clit of hers with a toepad, making her buck and squirm weakly for a few moments until she arched back and screamed a gout of fire, climaxing even harder than her first, gasping for breath against him.  Figuring this was a good point to wrap it up before she got too exhausted or sore, he held her hips and bounced her quickly on his lap, the poor blissed-out girl gurgling and moaning with the motions until he lunged in with a growl against her back.  Liquid heat surged into her body, the sensation catching her off-guard and making her quiver and squeal, her belly slowly but surely growing heavy, then round, and rounder still with each pulse.  When he finally slacked up behind her and sighed out in contentment, she panted and looked down blearily, holding her belly with shaky paws.  Rubbing her sides, he purred again while they caught their breath.  "Have fun?"

"Yeeesssss..." she breathed out, flopping back against him and giggling.  "Wow...n-no wonder everyone's so fixated on sex...thank you so much..."

Eventually his softening shaft slipped out of her with a lewd slurping noise, only a thin trail of cum following as her cervix locked in the rest of his load just like with all the other girls.  Spyro helped her get back to her feet, Lysa squeaking and wobbling at the change in her weight and center of balance.  "Careful."

"Whoa...I feel so...so full and it...it feels so nice..." she churred, giving a testing wiggle of her body and then giggling at the tangible feel of his cum sloshing lightly in her womb.  "Oof...might be a bit hard to get back to work like this..."

"Think of it as impromptu training for being pregnant later?"

She blushed heavily and hid her face in her wings with another giggle.  "I'd love that...getting pregnant later I mean..."  Giving him a lick on the cheek, she smiled shyly.  "Thank you...can we...do it again sometime?"

"Sure.  I'm glad you enjoyed it."  Watching her walk out with a bit of a waddle as she figured herself out, he couldn't help a small smile.  Giving her a lovely first time made him feel leagues better about the situation he was in.  Too bad he might not have the time for such personal one-on-one with every new girl, but he very much enjoyed her pleasant demeanor.  Truth be told he felt a little disappointed that she wasn't in heat yet...but it did make him eager to knock her up when she did finally become fertile.  

In the library, Spyro inhaled deeply, then sighed softly with a wistful smile.  It was quite relaxing in here.  The lighting was soft and warm, the choices of colors on the shelves and carpets was not too harsh on the eyes, and the smell...to him it was new and yet somehow familiar.  Old paper, aged leather, binding glues, old inks...it all came together in a unique and delightful way that put his mind at ease.  Striding up and down the aisles, he slowly read over the book spines...or tried to, anyway.  Many of them were in languages he had never seen before, or were so stylized he could barely make out the letters he did know.  Some light shuffling a few aisles down caught his ear, but he paid it no attention, poking at a scroll about mythological creatures.  Taking a few selections, he moved to the lounge and propped himself up on some pillows, his girdle appearing over his nuts to help stifle his natural pheromones.  One of the myths was a creature of unknown origin that would appear at a wedding and either bless or curse the couple, and that got his mind spinning about the upcoming ceremony and royal visit.  A dreamy smile crossed his face at the mental image of Cynder the thoughts conjured.  Memories of their time at the Temple together as kids, the small moments they shared on their quest to stop Malefor, the interim years of their blossoming and now fruitful mateship...those rare, genuine, joyful smiles of hers grabbed his attention like nothing else.  

Reading fell by the wayside as he gazed off into space towards one of the stained glass windows nearby.  He was about to finally marry his best friend, legally take her as his mate...even though they'd been mates for the last four years, it felt surreal.  Something in his gut was also excited with the potential of what Ember had told them about those mateship bands possibly enhancing their connection.  He and Cynder already had that unusual connection of sensing what the other was thinking or feeling...how much more could it get?  Some sort of mind meld?  Shared arousal feedback?  Was there actually any substance to that urban legend or was it just placebo from the excitement of the union?

His face fell a bit as more reality entered his mind, reality of the future and the uncertainties.  Anglapala was one of the very few bastions where most of the world's dragon population was gathered, Warfang and now the Silver Grotto Temple being the two other biggest ones.  If they were truly that critically endangered, how would that affect marriage traditions?  It was inevitable at this point that incestuous breeding would be the norm for at least a generation or two to help their numbers rebound.  They hadn't yet had to deal with elemental purity concerns...though he knew that especially for the Ice types to the far north, purity was a huge deal.  Even if he himself didn't have an elemental influence on the children, supposedly, how would his influence be taken?  They didn't have time to wait for whatever recovery experiments could help the males recover their virility.  Cynder could potentially help but he was quite sure she didn't want to whore herself out to an entire racial subtype just for the chance to get a few of them working, and even if her fluids could help males recover, they didn't yet understand the mechanics, so that was out.  

Could the Matrons and the Anglapala influence really help stave off interracial prejudices inherent with this new need to breed?  Questions for later, most likely...but it did worry him.

"He's in here, in the back," he heard a quiet voice.  It felt like Cynder was nearby...but he sensed...apprehension?  Was she okay?  Getting up, he moved to the front to find her rounding the corner to find him.  

"Hey, you okay?" he asked.  She smiled with an unusual shyness and nuzzled at him.

"I'm fine.  Just...got a lot on my mind all of a sudden I guess.  Seems you're the same."

"Yeah.  Could say that.  What's up?"

She opened her mouth to reply, then gave an awkward giggle and rubbed her neck with her wing, blushing.  "I uh...well.  I got cornered by some of Ember's friends just after you left.  And they...well.  Ember's trying on her wedding robes, and...she...wanted me to join and see what I could wear to their wedding...and then they wanted me to...see about my own robes for ours."

Head canted as he tried to picture her wearing robes, not knowing anything about what they'd look like, he stood there for a bit in silence.  "...And?"

"Whaddaya mean 'and'?"

"I literally don't know what any of that looks like.  What'm I supposed to say?"

"Oh...uh...right, yeah.  Sorry, I'm just..."  She pattered in place with an antsy, giddy air.  "Everything looks so nice but I felt so out of place and-"  With a small sigh, she tried to compose herself.  "I wanted you to see it, but they say it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the event.  I don't believe in superstitions, but...I wanna keep it a surprise."

A blushing grin went across his face at that and he kissed her.  "Alright.  Sounds fun I guess?  Guess I'll see for myself in a week then."

"Yeah.  Anyway.  Just wanted to check up on you.  Gonna go sit with the eggs.  You should go find Flame.  See if he can help you find something to wear."

"Actually...that reminds me.  I need to go back to the Temple for a bit.  Terrador and Volteer...said that Ignitus had...some robes that he'd probably want me to have."

A shared sad look moved between them, Spyro moving in to hug his mate.  "I...hope they fit?" she replied.

"Yeah..."  Nuzzling at her neck, he huffed.  "Sorry to kill the mood..."

"No...I...well, yeah, but...I kinda do like that idea of honoring him at the event.  If the robes are presentable."

"Need anything before you sit with the eggs?" he whispered.  She blushed and nodded.  

"I saw Lysa.  You'd better have enough left for me."

With a sultry grin, he nipped her shoulder, making her shiver and bite back a lewd gasp of arousal.  "You know I always do~"

By the time they reached their hidden alcove under the Temple, they were practically tripping over each other, kissing, licking, nosing, nipping, laughing.  The door fell open as Cynder snogged her mate, the two rolling into their second home, paws all over each others' bodies and pulses racing.  Sitting up on his lap and panting with a huge grin on her muzzle, she gazed down at her sexy stud, his massive shaft throbbing up along the left side of her gravid swell and his balls shifting against her dripping wet slit.  His paws groped her hips, her butt, her belly, possessively yet gently kneading her body, making her shiver and coo.  With her framed in the light of the spiral stairs behind them, he couldn't help a matching grin of love and intense lust.  Pulling her down, he kissed her deeply, the hungry dragoness passionately returning the gesture.  "Four years...mph...and we're still horny teens..." she whispered against him, grinding against his bits.  

"You get me fired up just as much as when we first started..." he replied, his tail reaching out to awkwardly fumble the door closed.  Once it was, he flipped her over and practically shoved his length into her body, Cynder crying out and climaxing right there, gushing all over his belly and crotch with thick waves of her nectar, his sheath kissing her labial folds.  His paws groped her belly again, shifting the eggs against his penis, her own paws kneading at that lovely bulge of his tip jutting out over her chest.  Locking her legs around his waist, she humped off the floor and moaned sweetly, then cried out when he planted his paws on either side of her and started rutting her deep and hard.  

"Yes yes yes yes!" she squeaked with every thrust, tongue lolling from the corner of her mouth, back arching up off the floor.  "Don't...don't ever stop fucking meeeee-" she keened out as she suddenly came again, blushing as she practically pissed her sweet juices all over his front.  Spyro growled and grabbed her hips, hooking his forelegs around her hinds and lifting her butt up off the floor as he stood up, sawing his hips into her, his wings flared back for balance.  Unable to help the excited squeal of pleasure that escaped her throat, she could only watch as her mate pumped into her, most of her body off the floor as he held her and fucked her deep and hard.  Pawing and clawing at the floor, she moaned loudly and gasped for breath, legs tensing around his body and tail coiling around his.  With a proud smirk at making her so limp and pleased, he finally let go with a loud roar, blasting the ceiling with a mix of fire and electricity, his loins tangibly pulsing against hers as gouts of hot fresh seed swelled her belly even more.  Cynder cried out and shuddered, hosing his belly with her sweet nectar, her tight tunnel milking him in her climax.  Panting heavily, glassy-eyed and blissed out, Cynder just laid there trying to catch her breath while enjoying the deep warmth of afterglow.  Her purple mate carefully picked her up and she felt a rush of his elemental power, then squeaked when hot wet warmth surrounded her body with him still inside her.  Blinking and regaining her awareness, she found herself immersed in hot water with him.  

"Figured you'd need this," he whispered, nibbling her cheek.  She purred and nuzzled into him, then purred louder when he pulled her in for a tight hug, cuddling her whole body against him.  

"Mmmmm <3 yessss..." she churred, taking a deep breath against his shoulder and smelling him.  Her sexy mate.  "But...we don't have a tub here...?"

"I know."

She glanced up and realized they hadn't actually moved.  A half-sphere of water had picked them up right as the doorway - they were floating in water he'd summoned with his powers.  "You smartass."

Licking along her neck and making her shiver and giggle, he purred back and rubbed her shoulders, lightly humping into her.  "Hey.  You're carrying new life.  YOu deserve some spoiling."

"And you're making new life too.  You should get spoiled a bit too you know."

"That's why I spoil you.  Because it makes me happy seeing you so fulfilled."

"Cheeseball sappy dork."  Burying her face against his neck again, they just sat there enjoying the hot humid warmth for a while, purring and licking and nibbling slowly, his penis still hard and throbbing in her depths.  After a while she pulled away to kiss him.  "I love you, Spyro."

"I love you too, Cynder."  He leaned back and let her float, spreading her wings for added buoyancy, his paws rubbing over her gravid and cum-bloated swell.  "Ancestors...you are just...so incredibly sexy when you're pregnant..."

"Does my world savior have a thing for pregnant girls?"

"Fuck yes...especially this beautiful, wonderful pregnant girl right here."  Still rubbing her belly, listening to her purring, he smiled softly.  "You're...you're amazing, Cynder.  You're beautiful, sexy, smart...I just can't get over that we're mates, about to marry...gonna spend the rest of our lives together..."

"Scary thought, I know."

"Nah...exciting.  I want this...I want you...more than anything else I've ever experienced."

Her paws held his to her belly, her toepads lightly kneading against his knuckles.  "You are an incorrigible sap, you know that?"  Her wings lifted up to hook her blades behind his horns and pull him down to herself, kissing him deeply.  His paws moved up from her belly to her shoulders, rubbing and kneading her, hugging her close to his chest while she held onto him in return.  They ended up submerging, but Spyro filtered his elemental powers and breathed fresh air into the kiss, Cynder giggling and exhaling bubbles against his face playfully.  Rolling her over to her paws, spinning her on his dick, Spyro had her land on the floor while the water lifted up towards the ceiling, leaving them both fairly dry while he started humping into her again.  Cynder purred happily, humping back against him and resting her chin on her paws, the two enjoying a slow but deep back and forth of sexual union.  "So much penis...it feels wonderful when you do this...I can feel every ridge and barb and it just feels so damn good..."

"Don't forget your favorite parts," he teased as he hilted up in her and lifted her ass a bit, angling her so his heavy sack brushed snugly against her mound.  She churred and curled her tail under his to hold his balls against herself.

"Ancestors, yes~ huge, sexy testicles..."

"Cynder, I'm gonna cum again..."

She squealed and pressed back against him eagerly, almost shoving him onto his butt.  He gripped her hips and hilted up in her again, roaring out and shuddering when her paw groped the bulge of his penis tip in her belly.  She shivered under him in anticipation as his cock went completely rigid in her, then came that glorious pumping sensation down her canal and up through his tip, her toepads feeling that wonderful thick cream and warmth gushing into her stretched womb.  Her tail pressed his balls more firmly against her mound, feeling them rhythmically contracting with each surge of his climax.  It was a sensation she absolutely adored, ramping up her arousal with each ejaculation until she too cried out and climaxed yet again, spurting and gushing all over his scrotum and the insides of his thighs.  

Some of the warm water came down and coursed over their genitals, Cynder squeaking in surprise and then giggling at the tickle as he cleaned up her mess, then she watched out the corner of her eye as he sent the pool over to their flowing fountain area.  Slowly pulling out, he grinned when she reached down with her paw to tease his urethral barbs and then licked her toes clean.  "Mmmm~ Your cum is so tasty..."

"As you've said multiple times."  Once he popped free of her pussy, he gripped her hips again and surprised her as he shoved his tip into her tailhole.

"Oh!!"

"You want?"

Giving him a grin over her shoulder, her tail curled up over his hips in acceptance and pulled him in, both of them moaning as inch after throbbing inch slipped into her tight bowels until he was up to his sheath again.  "You know I always love having your penis in me any way I can get."  Purring happily, she relaxed and enjoyed his slow, deep thrusts, lightly rocking her hips into the motions.  "Ember wants to measure us for the mateship bands and some other stuff, should we do that tonight?"

"Sure."  Hilting up into her, he rubbed his balls against her dripping mound, the black dragoness reaching under herself to cup his orbs more firmly.  


Back and forth they moved together, nipping at each other playfully, groping, fondling, purring, enjoying their time together until finally he growled out and throbbed within her once again.  She churred happily at the sensation, grinning wide as his penis lurched repeatedly in her depths and hosed her with his heavy, lovely cream.  Her belly grew even heavier, until finally she reached her limit and his load started gushing from her tight grip around his girth.  "So much cum~" she trilled.  It made him grin, happy to hear her so pleased.

About sunset, a knock on Ember's door roused the pink girl.  She grinned at the sight of purple and black scales outside the window.  "Heeeyy~" she churred when she opened the door.  "You here for measuring?"

"Brought you and Flame something," Cynder added, her shadow tendrils lifting up a large basket wafting with savory meat and herb aromas.

"Oh!  Well, thank you!  Flame should be back any minute."  Ushering them in, she licked her lips at the slight scent of Spyro's cum from the black-scaled girl.  "I see you two have been busy tonight."

"How could you possibly tell?" Spyro asked with a smirk, Cynder giggling and swaying her hips to make her belly jiggle.

"Such a mystery.  While we wait for my betrothed brother, why don't we get you two measured up for those tail rings and maybe some cuffs or a handsome neckband for Spyro?"

"Neck band?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

"C'mere."  She led them to her front workshop area, still an organized mess from earlier.  Spyro spotted a few sketches with Cynder's blade shapes and forehead pattern.  Reaching into a large chest of sample wares, she dug out a wooden, gold painted band of very broad plates, engraved with elemental sigils.  Holding it up to him, she grinned as Cynder moved around for a look.  "Broad plates tend to accent a male's bigger and thicker chest and neck scutes.  How's it look on him?"

"Oh...that actually looks quite nice," Cynder mused.  "Yeah, I've seen that on some other guys but never really thought how it would look on him.  I like it~"

"I'm thinking some flared edges to match his crests..."  She had Spyro hold it in place against his neck while she grabbed some paper scraps and then cut them with her claws to match his head and chin crests, holding them up along the top and bottom edges of the band plates   "Think that'd work?"

"Mmmmm..." Cynder mused, squinting in thought.  "Maybe a little more toned down and less pointy, pointy is my thing.  But yeah, that looks like it'd match him better."

"Alright!  And for the tail..."

He rolled his eyes when they moved around him, the purple male lifting his tail and dangling his heavy sack for their enjoyment, the two girls growling lustfully in appreciation.  "You could make a band for his balls instead of his tail."

"Nah, Flame and I tried that.  If his scrotum cinches up too far it causes pinching and could cut off circulation.  Spyro's balls can't retract as far as a normal dragon's are supposed to, you probably saw with Flame but they practically vanish into the crotch when cumming or too cold.  I could maaaaaaybe make a spring-type stretchable band, but pinching the softer scales around his sack would be an ever present issue no matter what the design is.  It's a sexy idea but...sadly, impractical."

"I don't like the idea either," Spyro added.  "I don't want girls to have to look at my balls to see if I'm married."

"Yeah...I get that," she replied, to their surprise.  They'd expected her to push the topic of sexiness.  "So, around the base here..."  She took her tape and measured around the base of his tail, though of course she couldn't help giving his huge nuts a friendly grope.  Getting her measurement, she jotted it down and moved over to retrieve the sketches for Cynder's tailband.  "Alright.  Cynder likes the idea of the tailband, but like I told her earlier, you two have options, and I know you'd want to match so I want you two to be on the same page."

"It's so weird how you can flip that switch between lecherous slut and professional jeweler," Cynder giggled.

"It cums with practice," she replied with a lewd grin, then held up a page of sketched sample types with body shape placements.  "Regionally here, the tail band is most popular, but you can also use horn or neck or arm bands too.  We'll inlay them with these etheric jewels forged by your breath.  You will craft the gemstones to set into Cynder's band, and she will craft yours.  All you have to do is breathe on them."

Spyro hummed in thought as he looked over the options.  "Much as I don't really like the idea of others having to look at my ass to see if I'm bonded to her...I guess they do that anyway."

"You can also get a matching accessory for your face area, there's no rule stating you can only have one band...though of course, it's not advised to have additional accessories also inlaid with the gems.  That can be seen as insecure.  The only time it's not is if the second set also has distinctly different inlays indicating a poly union, like with my parents."

"Hmmm..." he rumbled.  Cynder nuzzled his neck gently.

"I like the tail band, but I'm honestly fine with whatever you're comfortable with.  I only care about it being a band with you."

"Thanks, hun...but I want it to be what we both want.  Not just acquiescing."

"I...well.  Honestly, I'm also partial to those horn rings.  They're very pretty."

Ember nodded.  "Anglapalan design for horn rings also has a small chain accessory, used to hold gemstones of the same color as their kids' primary scale colors.  Some other regions dedicate an area of the band as blank for this purpose, rather than a showy dangle.  Mom and Mother opted for this.  Their tailbands have pink and red gemstones inlaid just under the row of etherics."

Spyro's eyes widened.  "I would like that...except that would get to be way too many gems."

Cynder laughed.  "He gets it."

Ember giggled.  "Yeah, you'd basically have at least half the world on your ass.  Or horns."

Cynder glanced at her mate again, getting an odd sense from him.  "Spyro?"

"....hm."

"What's on your mind?"

"Possibly a stupid idea...but...I just had a thought of a large foreleg cuff.  Not a mateship band...but...just a big plate.  To inlay small gemstones into."

Ember blinked at that.  "An inlay surface for all your kids."

Cynder blinked in surprise at the idea as well.  "Spyro...are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I'm not sure.  But...I'm thinking from the perspective of the children.  There are going to be so many of them.  Surely some would feel forgotten.  I know some would want to see it as some sort of conquest counter, like notches on a weapon...but, if I were a kid, I think I'd like seeing that mark of myself on my parents' finery.  And for me...it's a reminder that they're my child, even if one among many...they're worth the effort of that remembrance."

A smile slowly crept over Cynder's muzzle, and she leaned in again to nuzzle at his neck.  "You are just too perfect."

Ember cooed softly.  "Melt my heart and baste me in cum, you two are just too cute.  Alright.  But that's gonna get incredibly expensive.  And that design will take me a good while.  Which I guess works out since you're waiting for yours to hatch and these to pop out."  She rubbed her belly and smirked.

"Yeah, there's that.  I think I'd only want to wear it once our firstborn hatch."

"Of course.  So!  For now, we have a decorative neck and for Spyro, some bracer cuffs and a small plate necklace and tailband for Cynder, and a matched set of mateship tailbands?  Or are you leaning more towards matched hornrings?"

Glancing at each other, Spyro huffed in thought.  "What would the rings look like on us versus the bands?"

Ember procured some more samples and clipped them into the two.  Cynder had a silvery one on her right main horn, and Spyro had a similar one around his right horn.  He glanced between that and the mock band on her tail base, his mate teasing him with a glimpse of her pussy underneath.  "Not gonna lie...Cynder is rocking that band look," Ember remarked.  "She has a lot of silver and white on her head, so it gets kinda lost, but it stands out real nice on her ass.  And yours would be gold to match your plates and horns, and that looks quite nice against your purple.  Again, it gets lost with all the visual activity on your head."

"Hrm..." he grumbled, glancing back at himself.  "It actually does look nice...and I barely feel it.  Alright.  Tail it is then."

"If you're not comfortable with the base of your tail being the focus, there is also the option of a mid-tail ring or even one that comes up just under your tip fin...or blade, in her case.  Depending on the shape of your tail end growth, some even commission custom rings to fit snugly around it.  Yours would work for that with those angles, and Cynder could have one in the loop of that blade...except I know she uses her tail blade for utility and attack a lot."

"Yeah no, it'd get in the way."

"I think I'm fine with it where it is, unless Cynder wants one where her...old bands used to be?"

"No, I'm trying to redefine my image a bit better.  I like the foreleg cuff look, but I don't want that awful spiky choker or tail cuff look again.  You fine with having it on your butt?"

"Oh, I forgot..."  He winced and his girdle appeared, then he yelled and dispelled it.  "Ouch, if I have to wear that all the time, there's no real good way to wear it that won't get in the way of the band."

"Ah crap, that's right, I totally forgot about that."  Ember hummed.  "Well, it doesn't have to be in a matching spot, though that's typically traditional for couples.  Given physiological structures, sometimes it just isn't possible, like for water types.  They have a continuous ridge along the back for swimming, which would have to get cut or pierced to mount a tail ring.  They usually opt for a ridge piercing or a tail-tip design, if not a horn or arm band.  And some can't wear it there, like gladiators who scrap a lot."

"So, Cynder could do one right there under her butt mark, and I could do a mid-tail or something just a bit lower?"

"Yeah, that could easily work since you have those dorsal crests.  They keep things from sliding off.  You wanna do that?"

She moved the ring down to exemplify, and Cynder nodded.  "Actually, yeah, that looks slightly better on him."

"Let's do that then," he agreed.

"Perfect!  I'll get to work on the design.  I the meantime," she reached in the drawer from earlier and picked out two pawfuls of large, grainy lumps, setting them on two trays.  "I need you to carefully breathe over these.  Infuse them with as much of your power as you can, element doesn't really matter, just don't melt my trays."

"Oooo I've been waiting for this!" Cynder squealed excitedly.  Spyro grinned and they both set to work, focusing their slow exhale into those pebbles.  The stones glowed brilliantly, Spyro's with a purple edge and white core, Cynder's with a black edge and purple core.  In almost no time the giant grains condensed and shrank, turning into nearly perfect tiny pearls glowing and simmering with power and heat.  Ember glanced over, then did a double-take.

"I...have...never seen these colors before..." she whispered, staring keenly at them as they cooled slowly.  Spyro's pearls became like glittering amethyst orbs, while Cynder's were a deep red, almost black, but glinting a brilliant ruby red in direct light.  "This is incredibly unusual but...wow...those are so gorgeous!"

"Thought element didn't matter?" Cynder asked in confusion.

"It doesn't, but...wow...it must be your intensity of etheric power!  Usually they're just shiny and black or some other color, but..."  Picking one up, she nabbed her loupes and gazed at it through the lenses.  "Holy...dear Ancestors, that chatoyance!  Okay, I'm setting these as visible, this is too pretty to just cover up in metal!  Oh, I have to try this design!"

The door opened and Flame slumped in, stretching and grunting.  "Uuurgh...hey, Emby, you here?  Something smells good..."  He followed the sound of her tinkering.  "Oh!  Hey guys!"

"Hey Flame," Cynder replied, flashing her pussy at him with a sway of her tail.

"And how are the sexy mommas doing?"

"Can't talk, gotta craft," Ember called back.

"Ah.  She's got the spark.  Alright.  You two brought this?" he asked, peeking into the basket on the table.

"Yep," Spyro replied, moving over.  "We should probably get to it while it's still warm."

"Yeah, I'm game, I'm famished.  I keep forgetting how exhausting it is being the Stud of Warfang."

"You'd better have some cum left for me!" Ember called out, her attention fixated on her sketches.

"Gimme a few hours," he called back, gathering some plates.  "Alright.  Let's chow, I'll set some aside for her to pick at while she works."

"It's oddly nice to see how adapted you two are to each other," Cynder remarked as she sat at the table, easing herself down to accommodate the huge swell of Spyro's essence.

"Hey, what can I say, we're siblings and mates.  Gotta know each other."  Taking a plate over to her work area, he came back and they had a fairly quiet dinner.  

"So.  It's set for tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"You ready?"

Flame grinned.  "To finally marry my sister?  Hell yeah!"

Ember came over with an empty plate and sat down with a sigh, leaning on her brother and trying to push him over.  "Can't get the stain outta my claws fast enough."

"Hey.  The state of your claws doesn't matter.  What matters is that we're finally getting this done."

"It does matter!  I can't show up to our wedding all grimy and stained and gross from work!"

"Then paint your claws.  You girls do it all the time anyway!  You should've put a paint layer on to absorb the ink first."

"Ew, and have my toes all stinky with paint fumes?  No."

Taking her paw, he kissed her knuckles.  "It shows how hard you work.  I like that about you.  You focus and get it done."

"Well one of us has to."

"Hey, I can't help being born a stud.  Gotta work it."

Spyro and Cynder rolled their eyes at the sibling bickering, but couldn't help noticing their tails were tightly twined together.  "How long until the Temple wedding for you two?" Ember asked.  "A week?"

"Yes, and then the Anglapala delegates want to talk with us about the trip."

"So I have a week for your bands, and a few weeks for your other jewelry?  Or do you want it all for the ceremony?"

"I'm fine with just the bands for now," Cynder replied, Spyro nodding in agreement.

"Alright.  Anyone need some tea?  Gonna make myself some of mom's tea, you need any Cynder?"

"I'm...actually fine for now, but thanks.  Still working on that separation anxiety."

"It helps me with these sickness waves."  She disappeared into the kitchen chamber, Flame clearing the table.

"Thanks for the meal, that was delicious."

"Any time."  Cynder purred and rubbed her belly, Spyro reaching over and gripping her as well, the black dragoness giggling when he unabashedly rubbed her netherlips.  There was a soft moan and giggle from the kitchen too, Flame coming back licking his lips.  

"So...Spyro.  What's this with the Guardians being all weird lately?"

"I ..am not really supposed to discuss it."

"But?"

"...But.  Well.  They..."

"I won't tell, but I figure if I'm gonna be the Sex Guardian, and you're gonna be off doing something in their stead, I should have a heads up so I'm not left clueless "

"Unofficial sex guardian."

"Still."

With a heavy huff of consideration, he leaned forward on the table and lowered his voice, carrying it to his and Cynder's ears.  "The Guardians are temporarily disbanding in order to address their own personal issues.  The three of them are overtaxed and stressed, and slipping.  In the meantime, I've been temporarily granted the status of Aether Guardian, and Cynder is the Shadow Guardian, in case of emergency.  They need me to investigate golem surges, and attempt to collect samples if possible."

Flame's jaw dropped.  "They can't...actually do that, can they?"

"I don't know, but they're looking to improve themselves first before tackling bigger issues.  They're still handling cases for the breeding program, but are trying to reinstate the Guardianship for what it was supposed to be - monastic reflection on the elements, and keepers of that knowledge...not a small militant and peacekeeper force like what the wars turned them into."

"I...I see.  Is that why Volteer was hitting on a few of the ladies?  I thought Guardians couldn't take mates or seek such companionship, so it was a little...odd."

"Yeah.  He wants to be a father, and marry a girl.  I don't know what Terrador and Cyril are pursuing, but...that's the gist of it.  They're working on acolytes and replacing Ignitus."

With a heavy huff, the fire dragon sat back, tapping on the table in thought.  "This is serious."

"Very."

"Alright.  Thanks for letting me know.  I'll see if I can't free you up a bit more to be on call."

"You just want more sex."

"Well, somewhat, but if we can get answers on those freaks faster, the safer our kids will be."  Drumming on the table as Ember rejoined them with her bowl of tea, he hummed in thought.  "So, you gave Lysa her first time?"

"Uh...yeah."

"Do you prefer that?  The personal one on one?"

"Yeah.  It felt a lot better.  Although...admittedly, the group exploration with the nobles was also fun.  But...yeah.  It was nice to give her a pleasant first time."

"The old ladies were asking me my thoughts on how best to introduce younger girls and older virgins to the program.  I'm thinking I might ask them to have you be in charge of first times, assuming their temperaments are agreeable."

"You don't have to, you know."

"I know, but I'm thinking about longer term longevity.  Right now you and I are getting used to all this, and we're having to breed in larger quantity, but once this initial panic and shock are over and we have gravid bellies on the way, we still need to consider the current kids like that spice tent girl in Warfang.  She'll be coming up on her first heat in a few years."

"Well, who's to say she'll be a virgin by then, or if she even still is?" Ember asked with a wink.  "I mean, considering our family dynamic is far from unusual..."

"There's that point, yes, but Lysa and Liliana aren't from Warfang.  There are cultures out there coming to us where girls value retaining penetrative virginity until they're ready for kids.  With that letter having gone out, regions are already deciding how best to ship their women here."

"That sounds so wrong..." Cynder muttered.

"It's what is happening, sadly.  And Spyro may need to help chaperone some of the flights.  We're already lining up escort guard squads, land and air and sea."

"That...scares me.  We need those portal systems operational.  I'd hate to hear about ships of females getting wrecked in storms...or by pirates or rogues."

"I know...but the panic is too widespread now.  They're already on the move.  If Spyro could halt time worldwide and fuck every girl in the world so they don't have to travel, that'd be great, but...it's not realistic, is it?"

Their eyes turned to the purple dragon, Spyro frowning.  "I wish I could.  It would solve so many problems right now...but it would also open up too many.  Ugh.  There are no good answers to this...fuck you, Malefor..."

"What are you able to do though?" Ember asked.

"In terms of my overall power? ...I don't actually know anymore.  I know my powers are stronger, but I'm afraid to find out how much more.  I don't want to accidentally destroy things trying to learn my limits."

Cynder's eyes slitted in thought.  "Didn't you tell me the Chronicler had some sort of mindscape space where you fought an elemental copy of me?"

"Face alone what you fear most..." he whispered from that memory.  "Yeah...but I don't know how to reach the White Isles.  I only ever went there in dreams, or after being carried by that mythical giant turtle in the sea."

Flame and Ember gawked.  "You've encountered the Sea Savior??"

"...I guess?"

"Lucky!!  They say that turtle follows lost dragons at sea.  No one has seen it in ages."

"Yeah...after I destroyed the Scavenger fleet, I blacked out over the ocean, but I remember seeing a huge shell rising up.  When I woke up, I was at the white shores of the Chronicler's otherspace.  If I could get out there again I could test my powers, but...he's been silent, and to my understanding there's no way for a regular mortal to reach that space of their will."

"Maybe Cynder should offer to surrogate for him," Ember teased.

"I've never met him.  I only saw him once, when we regained our powers in the catacombs after our imprisonment in Spyro's crystal.  And I think that was just a projection."

"It...kinda was, but also not."  Spyro rubbed his head.  "It's weird.  He exists outside the flow of time, so he can like...superimpose himself on this plane without actually being present."

Flame leaned on the table again.  "Is it true he has books about the lives of every dragon?"

"I think so.  He showed me my book, and Cynder's was nearby.  It was...a very ethereal experience.  And the White Isles are filled with elementals and broken ancient architecture.  It's like...a fragment of an old world, forever sitting in a twilight, like it's orbiting the world just right to be always just out of sight of the setting sun."

"And this turtle can drop you off out there?"

"I guess, or he physically summoned me there.  But when I woke up in dreams I was already out on floating platforms in the void around that world.  I don't know.  The place is weird."

"I wish I could see it," Cynder mused.  "It sounds kinda pretty though.  If not for the enemy presence."

"I wouldn't call them enemies...more like...tests.  But, whatever.  I do feel kinda bad for him, being stuck out there alone."

"I bet he'd love a chance to take a break from work and dump ages worth of cum."

"Ember!"

"What??"

Cynder and Flame fell over laughing.







Flower petals filled the air and the streets were lined with excited faces.

Spyro and Cynder sat on either side of an old priest dragon, as the chosen witnesses for the couple.  On Cynder's side, the Matron triplets, on Spyro's side, Flame and Ember's parents.

From their house, Ember strode up, dressed in pink-laced white robes across her back and pinned at her chest with a gleaming gold-set pink heart jewel with stark cut facets catching the light, her horns trimmed with flowery rose-gold rings of her making.  Halfway up the road to the Temple entrance where the priest was awaiting them, Flame stepped out as the crowd parted for him, covered in stately maroon robes with a high collar held with a decorative chain, gauntlets covering his forelegs and the tops of his paws, and his horns bearing bronze cuffs.  Fighting playful grins, they both bowed deep to each other with flared wings parallel to the ground.  Holding his wing out, he locked wings with her, and they circled each other three times before heading up the road towards the awaiting.  

"Ancestors," their young mother whispered with tears in her eyes.  "She's so gorgeous in that dress and he's so handsome!"

"Shhh...keep it together," her father whispered back.  "You can gush on them after the ceremony."

Finally, they sat a stone's throw from the priest, who nodded deeply to them, the pewter chin cuff on his braided beard almost scraping the path.  "May the betrothed approach."  Flame took his sister's wing with his and they approached.

"May the ancestors bless us with their approval," they muttered together.

"And may you be blessed.  Do you, o predecessors of the betrothed, grantors of their blood and flesh, approve of the union they seek?"

Their father and mothers bowed deeply.  "May their days be blessed, their loins fruitful, and their tasks be of great service to the descendants."  The younger ones had to fight a snicker at the wording.

Turning to the Matrons, he continued.  "Do you, o elders, grantors of knowledge, approve of the union they seek?"

Bowing as deeply as they could manage, they responded in uncanny unity "May their days be blessed, their minds guided by our words of wisdom, and their hearts guided by the will of the Ancestors."

"And do you, o witnesses chosen by the betrothed, approve of the union they seek?"

Spyro and Cynder bowed to Flame and Ember.  "May their days be blessed, and..." Spyro blanked a bit, wracking his mind, "their union fruitful, to children and family."

"Betrothed, seekers of union under the sight and guidance of the Ancestors, do you vow to be faithful to one another, through ill health and disagreement, to raise and honor your children, 'til the Ancestors call your mortal bond to rejoin the world?"

Flame looked at Ember and smiled.  "I do."

Ember giggled and blushed.  "I do!"

"Betrothed.  In the sight of the Ancestors, you have established the words of the vow, and are to be held to this vow.  But, words are words, and must be supplemented by action.  Please, exchange your gifts."

Ember sat back and from under her robe, she pulled out a brilliant gold band with tiny sparkling fire insignia.  "Flame, I love you. I bequeath to you my gift of my elemental essence.  Let us become one fire of soul."

Flame likewise produced a rose-gold band of small heart-shaped flowers.  "Ember, I love you...so much.  I bequeath to you my gift of my heart's breath.  Let us become one flesh and blood."

They circled each other halfway to face each other's tails, and parted the robes and placed their gifted bands on each other.  Completing the circle, they came together holding paws, Flame doing his best to hide his raging erection with his robes.  Their tails were wagging too much to be controlled now.

"By the will of the Ancestors, may they look after you."

"May they look after us all," everyone responded.

"You are now pronounced husband and wife, mates for life.  You may kiss, and share your bond."

They tried to keep it civil.  With open mouths and spreading grins, they breathed fire and combined it into a fireball between them, coming closer and closer, that fireball becoming a gleaming core.  Cynder could've sworn she saw the bands on their tails glowing slightly.  All at once they closed their mouths against each other in a deep kiss, that fireball sending a blazing light and then a plume of smoke from their lips while they pressed back and forth in that eager kiss.  A cheer rose up all down the street and more flower petals were thrown into the air.  Flame's paws moved to his sister's gravid belly, then surged under her dress to pick her up and guide her onto his cock, Ember crying out in bliss as he fucked her in front of everyone.

"Erm, yes," the priest coughed as he turned away.  "I suppose I shouldn't have expected less of them."

Spyro and Cynder laughed and leaned in to kiss each other while the happy couple's parents moved in to try to separate their kids.  Admonishments fell on deaf ears, the two siblings going at it hard and fast right in the street until with a joined roar they both climaxed.  The Matron ladies could only giggle and shake their heads.

"Well...it is what this place is for."  They turned to Spyro and Cynder.  "Same thing next week but at the Guardian Temple?"

"Yep.  I can't wait!" Cynder squealed.