Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse



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CHAPTER 31
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With a wide yawn and shaky stretch, Cynder roused slowly, blinking back the morning light.  Nosing at her eggs tucked against her belly, she purred softly and zoned out a little, very slightly moving her head back and forth to let the shell of an egg rub over her sensitive nose.  "Must be wonderful being a Fur mom..." she whispered.  "Feeling your babies kicking in you, getting to meet them soon as they're birthed...not so sure on the nursing bit though."  Glancing at her belly, she sighed, watching her breath fog briefly against the eggshell in front of her.  "Come on, little ones...please?"

She heard the front door of their house open, a whip of cold air darting around the corners and billowing over her face.  She lifted her head to see Spyro dragging something into the dining area.  "Oof..."

"Spyro?"

"Hey.  Be there in a sec."

"What's all that?"

"Bedding stuff."  With that he dragged it through the hallway looping halfway around their home.  She could hear him rustling things and then plodding back.  "Hey."

"Hey."  Trading nuzzles, she kissed his cheek.  "Bedding stuff for what?"

"The kids' room.  Well...rooms, at this rate."

"We don't know when they'll hatch though.  That stuff could get old and musty."

"Then I'll replace it."  Laying down next to her, he groomed her neck and she purred softly, twining her tail around his.  "So...how's it feel to be my wife?"

"Not much different than before...but...somewhat gratifying still."  She smiled and nuzzled along his neck.  "I feel...strange.  Like...kinda...heavy?"

"Relaxed?"

"Mmmm...maybe.  It's kinda nice."

"Good."  His paw laid over hers.  "Maybe we really did need that bonding after all."

"I also feel like...something is in me.  Some sort of power that wasn't there before.  It's not something I can draw out though...but whatever it is, it made last night's sex even more amazing."

He blushed and chuckled.  "Guess Ember's fantasy stuff about these etheric gem bands was right, maybe?"

"Maybe.  Whatever it is...I'm glad we went through with that.  It was interesting getting a bit more of our culture too."

Edging over her, he nibbled along her neck and she purred louder, shifting her tail out of the way and moaning sweetly as his turgid length slipped neatly into her tight lower embrace.  Resting atop her and cocooning her with his legs and wings, he loved on her, the black dragoness relaxing under his weight and warmth.  "I also got those seeds from Tall Plains dispersed with some farmers for the Grotto's uses.  They're planting some now and waiting for warmer weather for others.  I figured they'd be in better paws there where someone who knows the plants can tend to them."

"Good idea.  I did like reading up on them but...yeah.  With our new responsibilities...I mean, I could probably do some gardening but tending to plants isn't my thing, and you're busy breeding or killing golems."

"Yeah...about that.  I'm gonna need to head out and investigate some sightings.  With the portal network slowly developing it'll be a lot easier, but I'll still have to be gone for a bit."

"Mmm...okay.  Be safe out there.  When are you leaving?"

"As soon as possible was the request.  But..."  Gripping her hips, he started lightly thrusting.  "I owe you a few fillings before that."

Laying her head on the edge of the nest, she smiled and closed her eyes, letting him fuck her, enjoying the lovely sensations of his soft barbs and hard ridges stroking everything just right inside her.  "Mmmmm...so good~" she churred, clenching on him for more.  "Taking Sparx with you again?"

"Nah.  He's got demigods to make now."

She giggled at that, curling her tail over his to stroke along his nuts.  "So he got the girl?"

"Yep.  They're dating and from her tone I'm betting she's as egg-crazy as you are."

"More chatterboxes.  Great.  Dunno how to feel about that."

"His words about you getting pregnant.  Funny you're both on the same page."

Cynder shuddered under him and stretched, bucking up into his thrusts.  "Cum in me...get me even more pregnant...please..."

"I plan to~" he growled, nipping her shoulder and making her gasp out and go limp with another powerful surge of ecstasy.  His balls pulled up and he growled against her, the bulge of his tip in her belly flexing with each surge of his cream all over the eggs in her.  "Get pregnant..." he growled in her ear, nibbling along her neck.  "You're gonna have octuplets~"

"Ghuuuuh..." she groaned out, eyes rolling back and another climax overtaking her from the sheer arousal.  The two of them quivered and bucked and then finally came to rest, panting heavily and trading nuzzles.

"Love you, my dark evening."

"Love you dork."

Without pulling out of her, he carefully moved her around so they were facing each other this time, his paws moving down to caress and massage and grope her gravid belly.  She purred and wiggled her crotch against his.  "Sexy mama~"

Blushing, she held his paws.  "Sap..."

"It's true.  You're the sexiest girl I know normally, but when you're pregnant like this... mmpph~"  The low rumble of lustful desire in his chest made her spine tingle pleasantly, a little shudder rippling through her.

"I wanna be constantly pregnant...I love this feeling...making new life...feeling so..."

"Sexy.  Attractive.  Hot.  Beautiful."

Blushing even harder, she lightly slapped him with her wings, making him laugh.  "You dork!"

"You glow so bright, so full of life.  My evening star."

Pulling him down, she shut him up with a passionate kiss, tongues twining and tails curling together as he set his feet and started slowly, deeply thrusting again.  Lifting her up, he sat her on his lap and bounced her, one paw and wing around her for stability while his other paw rubbed over the eggs moving around in his first load.  She leaned on him and moaned out, letting her neck drape over his shoulder while he had his way with her body.

"Horns hun."

She tilted her head, pulling one of her cheek spikes out of his shoulderblade.  "Sooo good..." she drawled out, eyes rolling up with her ecstasy moments before she quivered and clenched, clinging to him in the throes of another blissful climax.

"That's it...cum for me~" he churred, rubbing her back, letting her ride it out.  Gripping her ass he stood up off the floor and she squealed, the purple dragon standing on his hinds and humping up hard and fast while he held her, wings flared for balance.  It didn't take him much longer, his hefty breeder balls pulling taut again with a powerful lurch of his cock pressing right into the perfect spots inside her.  Cynder panted with a dopey grin as she felt him unload another hot dose of cream in her hungry womb.

"It's so much~" she whimpered in pleasure.  "I must be addicted by now...your cum is heavenly..."

"Right now, alllllll for you," he purred, craning back and lifting her up a bit to give her a kiss again.  Laying her paws on his shoulders she smiled and giggled against his mouth, closing her eyes and basking in the wonderful glow with him.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Can you put me down please?  Think my tail's getting cramps again."

"Awww.  But I wanna hold my sexy adorable super-pregnant wife."

"You can hold me all you want when you get back from your investigations."

"Mmmm...Gonna hold you to that.  Literally."  Setting her on their bed this time, he brought the eggs over to her along with a blanket to help her nest them more securely.  "Here.  Stretch out a bit.  Staying curled like that in the nest all day won't be good for your wings or back."

"Alright.  Thanks.  Be safe out there.  Oh!" she squeaked when he lifted her tail and started scrubbing her between her legs with warm water.  "You spoil me~"

"As a husband should."  Kissing her thigh, he rolled his shoulders and sighed.  "Alright.  Hopefully I shouldn't be gone too long, still gotta get ourselves ready for that royal visit too."  Holding out his paw, he materialized a small, round crystal and set it by her, the black dragoness picking it up and watching the light play around inside the yellow stone.  "This is a key for our emergency portal.  Breathe on it and the gate will activate.  ...Just in case."

"Ah...alright.  Thanks."

"I don't think anything will happen but...well.  If you have to evacuate, it leads into a cave.  I'll need to get some work done on it to make it more of a home and less of a hole but...there are fruit trees and fresh water there.  Lots of game."

Leaning in, she kissed him again.  "Don't work yourself up.  I can handle myself.  Stop stalling, the longer you stall here the longer it'll take to see me again."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Nuzzling the eggs, he sighed softly.  "Hey...wanna surprise me and hatch when I'm gone?" he whispered to them.  Cynder giggled and watched him leave, then looked over the crystal and sighed to herself, turning it this way and that, watching the gleam play off the imperfections inside.  She had half a mind to try it out for herself just to make sure it would work at all, but she also didn't want to just idly have it activated for someone to wander into or otherwise discover.







With the eggs in the nest atop some heating stones and swaddled in blankets for security, she meandered outside and rolled onto her back, stretching languidly and purring to herself at the contrast of the cool winter breeze and the warm sun against her scales.

A pleasant fullness in her butt and gentle rocking motions roused her from her unexpected nap, the black dragoness moaning softly and rolling her hips into the motions.  That girth and length felt familiar.  Cracking an eye open, she giggled and grinned.  "Hey Flame."

"Hello sexy lady," he rumbled back, making her shiver with lust.  He held her hips more firmly and gave her a good deep thrust, making her groan out in delight.  "Couldn't resist, and I know you don't mind~"

"Mmmm...nope~" she churred, lightly hooking her legs around his waist, being careful of her heel spikes.

"I warmed the eggs for you by the way, added another breath charge.  Came to drop off some official letters and...well.  The sight of a pregnant lady, I can't help myself."

"Letters?"

"Papers and such you two should keep on yourselves for this breeding stuff.  Travel things, really."

"Ah, thanks."  humping lightly against him, she squirmed a little, laying her head back.  "Mmmm...feels really nice..."

"Couldn't pass up a wanting girl's lovely ass."

She giggled again, churring as his fleshy barbs popped in and out of her tight little anus.  "You know you're welcome to my butt whenever you need it."

"Think we'll have daughters?  Will they be as open as you?" he asked hopefully.

"I hope so, if they're like me they'll be quite eager for daddy's big, thick, sexy penis."

He sighed softly, the noise catching her attention.  It was a wistful, somewhat sad tone.  His pace slowed a little bit.  "Also wanted to let you know that your idea was approved, and Ember and I are fine with it for this batch."  His paws rubbed over her belly slowly.  "Much as we're hoping for a large family...it'll be best to do it slowly.  And the kids will be in very good paws."

"You'll get to see them too."

"Yeah."  Still rubbing her belly, he started kneading her, firmly but gently, making her squirm and moan even more.

"Mmmmph...that feels so good..."

"Sounds like you need a good belly rub."

"Please?"

He grinned and sat up, propping her butt on his thighs and continuing to lightly saw his hips while he focused on her rounded middle.  "Is it bad of me that I can't wait to knock you up again?  I had this crazy dream that both you and Ember were Matriarchs and we just kept cumming in both of you over and over and knocking you up each time we came...it was so hot."

She shivered with lust again.  "Part of me kinda hopes I can do that...it's weird, because I don't wanna...mmmmmph...I don't wanna be just a breeding tool, but I find myself loving the idea of getting pregnant while pregnant already...just constantly having eggs...having Spyro and you putting new life inside me..."  His toes kneaded against her sides and she arched up and squirmed more with a loud moan.

"Just relax, you might be a natural Matriarch but I don't think your body is used to being more pregnant than normal yet."

"Even after having six and a dud my first time?"

"Yeah."  Rubbing firmly from her pussy to her chest in deep strokes, he used the motions to thrust into her, her tail wiggling against his balls.  "Ancestors, you're so sexy when you're big and round like this...pregnant girls glow but you shine, damn."

"Sap.  I'll have to tell your sister-wife you've been buttering me up."

"Oh no, whatever will I do?" he asked with a smirk, holding her waist and giving her a sharp thrust.  "Maybe I'll cum inside you."

"Like you could resist~"

He gritted his teeth and started slapping his hips against her, Cynder moaning lewdly under him and clenching on his girth.  With a low roar his tail went rigid against hers and then started flagging with each lurch of that length in her ass, Cynder purring as she felt oozy warmth in her depths.  Panting from the climax, he reached between them and diddled her clit, bringing her to a sudden climax that had her arching off the ground and bucking on him as her waves of nectar gushed all over his belly, chest, and crotch.  "Fuuuuck that's so hot..." he groaned.  Cynder went limp in the grass under him, panting heavily.

"Oh wow...that felt great...thanks..."

"Hehe.  Anytime?"

"Mmmm...just make sure you save enough for your sisterwife."

"Y'know, there actually used to be terms for incestuous relationships.  Kinda wish they hadn't faded into linguistic obscurity."

"You know 'sisterwife' is hotter, affirming your sister is your mate.  Your cock throbs in me each time I've said."

"Traitor," he growled with a glance at his crotch, Cynder giggling.  Dismounting slowly, he sighed out and stretched, Cynder rolling to her feet to stretch as well.  "Damn...I hope Spyro appreciates what you have, your ass is amazing."

"He sure does~" she churred.  "Too bad Ember doesn't like it so much."

"Preaching to the choir there.  All the girls in my family are averse to it except for the very rare occasion."

"Awww.  Well, here's hoping your daughters will change that trend."

Nuzzling her belly, he sighed softly and nodded.  "I really wish we could look after all of them...but realistically that'll be too much.  Especially now that we need to bolster our numbers with this...endangerment status.  That communal rearing will have to be the norm for a while."

She frowned a little at that and sighed.  "I wanna raise my kids myself but...this breeding responsibility... Will they really be okay with communal raising instead of personal parenting?"

"I don't honestly know.  Most of us in this generation were raised in small family units, but you've also met the Anglapala girls too, their whole kingdom setup is communal raising and they don't seem to be much different.  I...think, especially if the Matrons are setting up the Silver Grotto Temple area as a communal rearing area...it'll be okay either way.  Once we have more numbers growing up...and you have more experience under your proverbial belt...personal family rearing as the responsibility wanes for the breeding program.  Assuming the curse isn't...hereditary now."

A chill of dread rippled over her.  "I sure hope not..."  Flashes of that scene from the Pool, of her being miserable and angry, flooded her mind for a few seconds, making her shudder even harder at the idea of spending her whole life as a breeder without reprieve or replacement.  If the curse couldn't be broken...she and Spyro would be the end of their species eventually.

A wing over her guided her back to the house.  "I'm sure they'll figure things out.  This time around there are tons of eyes and minds on the problem.  Someone's gonna find the crack in the problem's wall."

Shivering a little at the change between the cool air outside and the warm air in their house, she sighed again.  "I really hope so.  I'm...not used to having so much...collaboration on a single issue.  It's always been me an' Spyro against...everything.  And things working out just by brute force most of the time.  But this isn't something we can brute force into submission."

"Yeah.  But you've got an entire kingdom at the very least, one with deep connections and a vested interest in getting this solved.  You've got practically an entire nation forming under this banner here at the Grotto now.  And most, if not all, support you two.  You're not alone anymore."  With a grin he struck a pose.  "You have the Stud of Warfang and his sisterwife as well!"

A laugh bubbled up and burst out, the black dragoness almost falling over at how silly he looked with that cheesy superhero grin, especially with his cock throbbing under his belly once more.  "You and Spyro are both dorks, I swear."

Chuckling to himself, he pawed at the letters on the table.  "Here's the documents from the Matrons.  Two original letters and several copies.  Keep the originals somewhere safe, and a copy or two on you in your inventory magic.  Ember and I and the other breeders are getting lesser copies as well.  Basically...worldwide legal protections, so far as I understand.  You can travel anywhere and enjoy exemptions from various compromising customs and such, and if there's a situation it entitles you, and us, to protections and assistance from Anglapala and several other entities and agencies around the world.  With the portal systems being set up, it's a vital thing to have, we don't know what kinds of drama are going to be stirred up with this problem and the increasing ease of travel."

"Mmmm...makes me much less inclined to travel...though I suppose my main reason would be to...check up on my children."

"Yep.  The Matrons seem to be expecting that you'll not only have large broods, but superovitation as well, so...have you and Spyro reconciled that problem?"

Nodding slowly, she sighed heavily and rubbed her belly with her wings.  "Yeah.  We're keeping our first clutch obviously, but...most of them will be up for adoption.  I'm just...nervous about the situations they'll be put in, but...with everyone curating this for best chances at our future...I really just hope for the best."

"S'all we can do, really.  Time will have to tell, and that's always the fear.  But with so many working together on this issue...I'd like to think things will be fine.  Helps keep my dick from going soft."

"Pffft!  Alright fine, Mister Hornball.  But...thanks for all this.  Need a snack before you head out?  I'm getting hungry and I think we still have some sweets that need to get eaten up."

"Sure, whatever you have.  I'm not as picky as my sister."




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"These tracks are about two days old..."

Spyro frowned as he faced into the wind blowing over the path and tried to pick up any unusual scents, but didn't get anything out of the ordinary.  "I don't like it.  First a Grublin facsimile, now the Wyverns are back?"  He turned to watch the Cheetah press his ear against the ground, holding there for a few minutes.

"Hm.  There's activity to the north where the tracks lead.  Moving away.  More than one though.  These tracks must be from one meeting up with a group."

Growling, Spyro huffed, a dense jet of fog filling the air around him.  "Great.  You sure you wanna join on this, Hunter?"

Shouldering his bow, the Cheetah gave a small grin.  "It's been a while since the Destroyer War.  I've missed the open trail like this."

"Alright.  But how do you advise we go about this?  Aerial assault?"

"We're downwind of them, that's one small blessing, but if we take to the air it could shift and give us away.  The Wyverns have been reacting to scents when they didn't before.  Their structure is different from Malefor's conjurations.  Keep those containment things ready."

Slinking through the woods as quickly as they could manage, they followed the trail of strange tracks until they trail stopped.  "It took off flying..." Spyro grumbled at the sweeping tracks at the end.

"Indeed.  The activity ahead may not be Wyverns."

The forest grew darker and thicker, and the trees were more twisted and gnarled here.  Spyro felt uneasy, as if the trees were groaning in pain.  "There's dark power remnant here...I can't tell what it is but it's like slimy fingers all over me."

"Local legends speak of a necromancer...about half a millennium ago.  Perhaps bound himself to a relic.  Necromancy often involves golem activity as well."

"Yech.  It's so horribly unnatural.  Makes me sick..."

A clearing came into view through the trees and Spyro hunkered down with a soft puff of breath, bending the light around himself and vanishing from sight while Hunter swung up into the tree branches and pulled his cloak tight around himself.

Grublins, Trolls, Orcs, and Wyverns were clustering together and milling around, but they looked quite different from their Destroyer War counterparts.  Fighting the urge to rush in and destroy them, Spyro gritted his teeth and watched for any sign of activity beyond this casual gathering.  The different types would growl at each other or make threatening advances, but nothing really happened, like they were waiting for something.

Hunter very quietly slipped back down to crouch beside the hidden purple dragon.  "Can you still use your Time power?  Capture at least one of each?"

"Should I?"

"They're waiting for something.  Be ready to rush in if something changes or if they're scattered."

"If they have a master, I hope he shows up here.  Why would they be gathering like this?"

Several more creatures filed in from around the woods, one even walking right past their hiding spot, but nothing of note happened beyond that for at least an hour.  When no more arrived for a good while, they sorted themselves by type in clusters and then gradually began to shut down, crouching or curling up on themselves one by one.  "Get the last ones before they can fully shut down," Hunter whispered.  "They might be losing their connective magic!"

Steeling himself, the purple dragon's eyes glowed brightly.  To Hunter's sight, the last ones of each group simply popped out of existence and Spyro appeared on his other side in an instant.  "We're going," Spyro whisper-yelped, grabbing the surprised Cheetah and time-warping both of them to the edge of the woods.

"What happened?"

Spyro shook his head, panting.  Something had been fighting him the entire time he'd been moving through frozen time, and when he was capturing the last Troll...now he couldn't get that face out of his mind.  A huge grin of interlocked sharp teeth and glowing yellow eyes boring into his being.  "We're being watched...or at least I am..." he finally whispered.  "This was a lure..."

"I had a bad feeling it would be.  But you have the creatures?"

"Yes...but I feel like I shouldn't turn them in.  My gut says this is a very bad idea."

"What...did you see?"

"Eyes...and teeth.  Just grinning at me.  But there was this...intense pressure that it knew exactly what I was doing, that it knew who I was."

"Yellow eyes?  Jagged jigsaw teeth?"

"...Yes.  How'd you know?"

The Cheetah growled and crossed his arms.  "The necromancer.  I didn't think he was actually still alive.  That's how he's described.  Shape-shifting jagged interlocking teeth and burning yellow eyes."

"What...is this necromancer?  Cat-kin like you?  Dragon?  Ape?"

"None.  An ancient species often called a Rhynoc.  Assuming the legends are true.  Rumor has it he's the one that taught Malefor how to summon armies from the ground, or at least taught the Apes who then taught Malefor."

A shudder of dread ripped through him.  "Ugh...and, what, he's after me now because I inadvertently completed Malefor's worldwide curse?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves.  Don't hypothesize without more proof.  All we know is he's connected to this group of golems.  We don't yet know if he's connected to the larger ones, or if he's seeking you."

"Yeah...you're right.  I'm just...so paranoid by all this magic crap..."

"I'd say we'll relay this information to Volteer and the archmages, and they can deliberate if they want these new samples or not."

"Right... Do you need a lift?"

At that, Hunter stared at him wide-eyed.  "What?"

"A lift?  A ride?  On my back?"

The look on the cat's face could only be described as humored incredulity.  "You really know nothing about your species or culture do you?"

"....Uh?"

"It's long been considered taboo for others to ride on a Dragon's back, except for when carrying another injured Dragon to safety."

Canting his head in confusion, Spyro blinked and tried to process that.  "That...doesn't make sense to me."

"It's a long story, but the short version is Dragons inherently don't trust others in regard to those vital flight muscles."

Looking over his wings, Spyro then shrugged.  "If I get ticklish and drop you I'll just catch you and carry you.  Besides the longer we stand here the more uneasy I feel about this necromancer business."

With a heavy huff of consideration, Hunter finally shrugged and hopped up onto the purple dragon's back.  "There's also the issue of not having anything to hold on to, you know."

"Well, most other dragons can't do this," Spyro replied, shoving off into the air with a great flap of his wings.  Hunter winced and braced for the lash of air and the yank of g-force, but felt none of that, just a pressure of air around him and an unusual force of gravity keeping him firmly seated on Spyro's back.  The ground below shot past at dizzying speed, but the Cheetah felt no more than a pleasant breeze for a minute or so before Spyro alighted again.

"This isn't the village, did you smell something?"

"No...but I felt something.  A surge of power.  East.  Felt like dark magic.  Like those...black crystals."  With that he darted off in pursuit, Hunter keeping up rather easily but feeling just as uneasy as the purple dragon now.  Through a sparse forest and over a prairie they ran, until Spyro came to a sliding stop and then crouched and hid himself with his light power.  Hunter kept low and still, not used to seeing Spyro this focused.

The ground bubbled and shifted as if something were swimming around under it, grass roots and chunks fraying and rolling off the swells.  Strands of plant fiber began swiftly weaving together as soil and roots and rocks rose up into a familiar form, Spyro snarling as that juggernaut-bird thing from the dragonfly escort run began to take shape again.  With a bright blast of Aether, he smote its head and darted in to capture the long stone beak before it could crumble away like the rest of the body.  Bagged and tagged, he slipped back from the rubble, then froze with fright as a long, low sigh echoed in the very air around them.

"Now...whyyyy would you go and do that, prayyyyy tellllll..." a deep and tired voice asked from nowhere and everywhere.  "Do you knooowwwww how loooong it takes to foooorrrrmulaaaate that one?"

"Begone," Spyro commanded, his voice booming with air enhancement.

"Youuuuuu may have expelled the Dark Masterrrrr from this plannnne...but you shoouuuullld leave bigger matterssss to your elderrrrssss..."  With that the air whipped around them with a mighty gust, sending Spyro sailing a frightening distance before he could right himself.

"Who are you?!" he demanded, but there was no further reply.  Hunter dashed over to him.

"I'll take that ride now."

Within moments they were back at the village meeting point, Volteer and Cyril blinking in surprise at the panting frightened dragon and shaken cat.  "Dear ancestors, what is the meaning of this?" Cyril ordered, Spyro shaking his head and taking a few deep breaths to try to calm himself.

"Cyril, now is not the time for answers, it is imperative Spyro sedate his nerves before rendering a response."

Hunter took a deep breath as well and then smoothed out his cloak and jerkin.  "A very...unexpected twist has occurred.  We have some samples, but it may not be the best idea to work with them without a sizeable increase in magical security."

Cyril's eyes went to slits.  "A danger so great as to destabilize Spyro?  We will need details."

"A danger that even Spyro might not be able to tackle without more experience, I'm afraid.  Either an imposter entity preying on legends and fear...or the Fellplains Necromancer has returned."

Volteer's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull, but Cyril clucked his tongue and shook his head.  "That ancient fairy tale?  Unbecoming of so many to place such stock in old myths..."

At that, Spyro finally sighed and managed to calm himself enough to speak.  "Cyril...this thing had more dark magic presence than Malefor.  I...I used my Time power to capture some Wyverns, and Grublins and Trolls-"

"Let us start from the beginning for context," Hunter interrupted.

"Right, right..."

Recounting their pursuit of the trail in the forest, and the gathering of creatures, Spyro recounted that horrifying face watching him in the midst of his frozen time, and how he'd sensed the dark magic forming another golem out in the prairie and how the voice had spoken to them and sent him flying.  Volteer finally snarled.

"Inconceivable!  This singular entity circumnavigating all attempts at extermination!"

"Indeed..." Cyril grumbled.  "My apologies for my...earlier disdain, but the Necromancer has long been such an abused excuse for strange goings-on that to hear of its presence again is oft worth frustration.  But this...to be able to see Spyro and interact with him even while time has been frozen still?"

"Temporo-spatial magical roundabouts!  Cognition transcending reality limitations!  By the Ancestors what a perversion of natural order!"

"But," CYril cut in, "also potentially a ploy.  Magic users have been known to leave 'messages' of sorts in the event of intrusion or obfuscation of their works or territories.  We will need more proof that this isn't someone, as Hunter suggested, mimicking the necromancer and preying on legend and fear."

"But...that look while things were frozen..." Spyro shuddered.  "That wasn't some image...it was looking at me."

"I can only hope that such remnants will be discovered within the construct you captured.  For now, Spyro, I would advise you write this off as a clever trick, until we know more.  Show us on the map where these incidents were, please, and we will dispatch the archmage's teams to investigate."

"A...trick?" he asked hesitantly.

"Up until this point we've had absolutely no proof of a Necromancer or imposter, whatever the case may be, so for him to out himself to you, the most powerful entity on the planet...does strain credulity to me.  His greatest asset is secrecy.  You can bend time, sense magic, and destroy these things with a mere breath, so what benefit does it serve to reveal himself to you, and in such spectacle?  In my experience this is all the hallmarks of a mimic, a 'wannabe' in the vernacular, seeking attention.  Therefore, even though the golems are indeed being summoned as you have personally witnessed now, it would be best not to cave to your fear until we have more proof...and then use your fear to your advantage."

Cyril's words, while grandiose, were along the same veins as Terrador's training instructions years ago.  The memory grounding certainly helped settle his nerves much more.  "Alright...thank you, Cyril."

Hunter, meanwhile, was marking their path in red ink along the map, and jotting a few notes in black ink.  "Alright.  I have recounted our venture.  I must admit I am...very shaken myself by these proceedings, but...with Cyril's logic, it does become a bit clearer.  Volteer, if required, I can guide the archmage groups, though...of course, without Spyro's elemental assistance, it will take longer to cover that kind of ground."

"Certainly.  They will be most appreciative of your guidance.  In the interim, Spyro, I request you remain isolated within the nearby quarantine fielding chambers, just precautionary and we will adjourn posthaste to assemble necessary security measures.  Please retain the capture assemblies within your inventory until furhter notice."  He cocked a brow and added "By the by did any of the assembled golemic entities possess curio compartments?"

"No, not that I saw.  I haven't seen those weird lockboxes outside of the Warfang territory."

"Curious..."

Making his way quickly to one of the provided magically-shielded tents, Spyro flopped on the soft bedding pile and grabbed a fruit from the basket, biting into it and taking another deep breath to distract himself with the sweet-savory scent of a fresh fruit.  "Mmmm...yum.  Wonder if Cynder could make a pie with this...who am I kidding, of course she would."  Sucking on the bite to keep the juices from spilling on the bedding, he mulled over the day's events, trying to get that horrifying face out of his mind.  It was almost worse than the remnant memories of Malefor's snide face and that awful glow of magic that had temporarily possessed Cynder.  The sheer unknown factor behind that visage was what gripped him the most.

It was actually hard to believe that after Malefor, there might be another villain on the loose.  What sort of being would wait this long?  For what purpose?

No, no, he had to stop working himself up.  Taking another bite, he chewed slowly and idly looked over the colorful dappled skin, red and oranges fading from green at the bottom.  What sort of fruit was this, anyway?  They were everywhere at Warfang yet he'd never tried it before now.  Dark purple-red flesh dripping with sweet juice around what felt like a stony pit.  "Mmm...tasty.  Maybe I should buy a few and bring them back."

It took almost an hour and was nearly sunset by the time someone quickly raked claws against the serrated leather strip by the tent door flap, in place of knocking or just intruding.  "Sir Spyro?" came an unfamiliar female voice.  Yawning and stretching, he nosed his way out to find a younger lop-eared rabbit girl in a starry blue cloak.  "Greetings, I am Bianca from Avalar.  Not the Avalar Valley of your Cheetah companion.  I'll be conducting your magical safety transference.  Please follow me."

As he plodded along through the village beside her, he glanced side to side, seeing various faces of awe or trepidation.  A young dragon, maybe six years old, darted up to him.  "Are you Mister Hero Spyro??" he asked with a huge grin and wide eyes.

"I am Spyro, yes?"

The little one practically jumped up onto his leg.  "You're so cool!!  You saved the world!!  I wanna be a hero too can you teach me please please please?!"

"I'm so sorry," came a voice nearby, the young one's mother racing up to pry the little one off.  "Sorry sir he ran away before I-"

"It's fine ma'am, really, I don't mind-"

"Pyrodis you know you're not supposed to bug others like that!" she hissed as she managed to wrangle the little bundle of fiery scales.

"But momma!"

Spyro huffed sadly as they retreated.  "Sometimes I hate being a hero.  Poor kid."  Pyrodis peeked over his mother's shoulder and Spyro waved to him, getting an excited rapid wave and flap of wings in response.

"It's...odd," Bianca admitted.  "Fame has a weird way of distorting someone's view from everyone else's perspective."

"Are you gonna run away too, or ask for an autograph, or demand restorations from everything I broke trying to save lives?"

"No, but it's...admittedly a little overwhelming to be in your presence."

Her tone made him squint.  "The fame?  ...oh, you mean my elements."

"Yeah.  I dunno if anyone else can really feel it but you're like...a bonfire.  Almost stifling."

"Even with my best efforts to keep it reigned in?"

"Well, I'm especially sensitive to magic and elements.  It's why I'm in charge of retrieving the samples you've gotten."

He was about to ask why she wasn't using that expertise on the breeding issue, but thought better against it.  Maybe she wasn't comfortable with that topic...or had bigger anti-magic jobs with the world shatter chaos.  "You know...I'm curious where Avalar is.  I...haven't seen anyone of your type before.  Just Cheetahs and Moles."

"Heh.  Rabbits like me aren't very common anymore, despite the stereotype."

"...I'm not familiar."

"Mmm...I'd rather not get into it then.  Avalar though...shadow of former glory, big magic capital back in the day before Malefor's fallout and the wars.  The Apes hit us hard and fast to keep our magic from interfering with their...dragon hunts."  Glancing up at him, she added "Hunter is from Avalar too.  Though, he was raised down here in the Valley namesake."

"'Down here'?  Is Avalar one of those sky countries?"

"Yes and no, the Floating Isles could be considered remains of our city.  It's sort of...enfolded in Convexity, to put it crudely."

Enfolded...in Convexity?  "All I know is Convexity can't be survived by normal denizens.  The chaotic energies would-"

"-Rip everything apart, yes.  But there are...distortions, I guess you could call them, where Convexity folds in on itself in an eddy flow, and that's where Avalar hides.  You can't see it from here, or from anywhere on this planet, but it's still a part of this world, just separated by a cloak."

"Hmmm."

"I can take you there at some later point, you might do well to learn magic theory so you can better understand the...darker side of this world's rampant energies."

"As much as I'd rather not involve myself...it seems it's getting increasingly necessary."

"It's a very pretty place though, definitely worth at least the sightseeing.  Cynder could come along as well."  Finally they were past the village and approaching several more tents in a half-circle by the roadside.  "Alright.  Things should be pretty smooth for this, but just in case anything happens, shield yourself with your Light powers if you can.  A blend of Light and Shadow would be ideal."

"Alright."

"There's a circle here in the middle of the tents.  Sit here and we'll assess what we can."

He took his seat on a pillow, somewhat grateful he'd remembered to put on his codpiece.  Gathered mages in cloaks began to swirl magic sparkled thorugh the air with their hands, some of them holding ancient-looking books.  "Am I allowed to move?"

"If you need, but not too much."  After a few minutes of their combined work, the sparkles died off.  "Alright, so far so good.  Now, take the capture devices out of your holding, and place them on the ground before you."

He did so, one by one, and the mumbling chanting and hand waving started again, a few of them aiming at the devices with their staves, creating swirls of golden light for a short while.  Spyro breathed his Aether breath and bent it around himself with mixed Light and Shadow, the two playing across his scales like oil on water, causing subtle color shifts.  Finally, the captured pieces floated up on magic control and were brought to another tent.  "That's it?"

"That's it!  Smooth as butter.  We'll get to work securing them against outside interference, and if anything unusual happens, you and the Guardians will be the first to know, of course."

Rubbing his leg, he shivered lightly.  "Is it...possible, the Necromancer is back?"

Twirling one of her long ears with her hand, she sighed.  "I'm...honestly not sure.  Like Cyril told you, it's entirely possible this is the work of a copycat.  The Necromancer isn't known to be so showy or dramatic.  Whoever this is got you rattled real good, but I think you just need some relaxation.  Sleep it off."

With so many higherups doubting it, he felt at least a little better on the issue.  "Alright.  Thanks."

"Oh, and uh...if you see Hunter again...tell him I said thanks."

"...Alright?"  With that she shot him a grin and darted off to the tent to assist with the components he'd procured.  Shaking himself off and dispelling his elemental ward, he made his way back to the regroup building, finding another gathering of cloaked individuals with books and staves and packs.  Some of them had copies of the map being magically drawn as they stood there.

"We will move out as soon as the map copies are finished.  Ah, Spyro, everything go well?"

"Yeah.  'Smooth as butter' like she said."

"Good."  Hunter picked up his bow and quiver and slung them on.  In passing, Spyro also whispered to him "She says 'thanks'?", to which the Cheetah paused and then smiled softly before going back to business.  Leaving him to the mages, Spyro ventured further in to find Volteer and Cyril discussing the subject with another gathering.

"Everything okay?"  Spyro just nodded.  "You look exhausted.  There's a room for you at the end.  Make yourself comfortable and get some rest."

"No other sightings?"

"Nothing we can't take care of, but we'll let you know if there's any bigger or threatening movement."

Flopping into his assigned bed, Spyro stretched and yawned.  The adrenaline surges earlier had definitely wiped him out.  "Hope nothing else comes up...wanna get back home."

Thankfully, it was a quiet night, and by morning nothing else had occurred, so the Guardians sent him back home.  Alighting at his door, he took a deep breath of the cool winter air, and caught the scent of Cynder's sexual mess nearby and the lovely yeasty aroma of fresh bread.  With a grin he went in, finding her reading a book on their bed while her tail rubbed back and forth between her labia.  "You're back!" she yipped, darting over and snogging him against the door, the purple dragon giving a surprised whuff of impact and then returning the passionate kiss.  Grabbing her hips, he lifted her up and she moaned against his mouth as he slid his cock into her tight depths, the black dragoness wiggling down until her folds were snuggling his sheath.  "Mmmm...right were you belong~" she churred, licking his nose.  "Everything go okay?"

"Yeah," he replied as he started lightly bouncing her against himself, Cynder purring pleasantly.  "For the most part, but they're looking into the weirder stuff.  I've been told not to concern myself with it until they tell me otherwise."

"Mmmm...good.  Because right now I need you to concern yourself with pumping every drop in your huge sexy balls into my womb."

He shivered with lust and growled up at her, making her shiver in kind, especially as his paws made their way up from her butt to her back to pull her clsoer, his hips thrusting harder.  "Ancestors I missed you."  With that he leaned in and bit her shoulder firmly, guiding her limp form to the floor and then pounding her hard and fast, Cynder moaning adorably and begging him for more.  "What's got you so worked up?" he growled deeply, "pregnancy hormones?"

"Yyyy...y-yuh..." she gurgled out, then climaxed hard, her pussy rippling tightly all over his length and her juices spurting between her belly and his, one of his paws moving down to feel that heady spray and diddle at her clit to make her cum even harder.  "Aaaaagh!"

"Mmmm...cum for me...keep cumming..." he rumbled, grinning and biting her shoulder again, delighting in the ecstatic gurgling and yelping as she was wracked with an even more intense orgasm.  Grabbing her hips he hilted in her and growled out against her neck as he unloaded, Cynder quaking with each lurch of his cock and the tangible rush of heat against her uterine walls.  Panting and moaning, they fell to the side and kissed deeply in their afterglow, the purple dragon kneading his mate and grinning as she clung to him and kept lightly rolling her hips to stir his cock in her depths.

"Fuuuuck I needed that..." she huffed.  "Flame helped...but you have no idea how badly I needed you."

"Getting that bad again?"

"It's like I'm going into heat like Ember!  I've been craving cock for two days since Flame dropped off these letters."

"Letters?"  She reluctantly pulled away from him, moaning lewdly as that glorious length slid out of her tight lower grasp and then slapped up against her.  Giving his tip a sloppy kiss and his balls a good fondling, she moved over to the table.

"Letters...more like documents really.  Official stuff for our travels.  Originals to keep safe, and copies to keep on us...in case of problems."

Coming up to the table with her, he covered her and slid his slick cock up into her ass, Cynder cooing happily and bucking back eagerly against him while he pawed the papers apart to inspect them.  "Huh...I see..." he rumbled as he lightly thrust into her again.

"Got some new desserts made up, and...mmmph, yes right there..." she mewled as he hilted up in her again and hunched his back, "actually had some of the guards come by asking for input."

"Input into you?" he teased.

"I kinda wished with these hormone surges, but nah.  Mmmmph...ancestors, your dick~ can't believe it's all in me..."  Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she lifted a paw and produced a scroll of her own.  "Tactics.  They had a design idea for outer defenses for the Grotto.  Wanted my...aerial expertise advice."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."  Clenching on his cock, she bucked back to grind her pussy against his heavy nuts.  "Mmmph~ I guess they wanted to hear my ideas in terms of a dragon assaulting the area.  Most of what they had here..."  Unfurling the scroll, she showed a map of several plans for external defensive walls and mountings for larger anti-air machinery, "it's all pretty solid...like your penis~"

"Don't equate my parts to defenses please."

"There are some weaknesses from directly above of course, but they have some ideas for floating defenses too, assuming the world stays this way.  Something that isn't rooted to the ground and thus can't be knocked over by a ground assault to cause collateral.  Floating parts could of course be destabilized and used otherwise but...point being."

"Yeah, the central weakness from above would require a tower or a set of towers but those could collapse onto the protected areas."

"Exactly.  But, they wanted to only have the heavy, slow-firing stuff mounted up there.  I had to remind them quite firmly of how fast I used to be...and still technically am.  If an enemy had a version of me, golem or...corrupted individual or otherwise...the defenses could get completey torn apart before any shot could be fired, and swift maneuvers could also pull other defenses or the protected area into the line of fire."

"Yeah...I remember you doing that at Warfang.  Versus those siege towers."

"Yep.  So...Mmmm...yeah, get in me deep...mmmm~" she moaned out as he slowly thrust his entire shaft into her repeatedly, almost pulling fully out a few times.  Shivering in delight under him, she purred and gave him a blind backward nuzzle.  "So good..."

"Gonna cum again..." he grunted, then lurched up into her and almost pinned her to the table, Cynder huffing and panting happily as thick, heavy warmth bloomed in her core.  Her tail coiled down to rub and massage his nuts, getting an even stronger throb in her depths and a tangible splash of his seed against her insides.

"Yessss...fill me~" she begged, her paw moving down to grope the swell of his load rounding her out almost to the floor again.  Finally he tapered off and gave her neck a loving nibble.

"There you go.  Did they get any lighter defenses?"

Purring and wiggling back to feel his sheath rubbing against her anus, she nodded.  "Yeah.  Their first idea was basic scalepierce arrows, but for a trained aerial combatant those are easy enough to lead and avoid, and the range is very limited, and of course not very effective at guarding the interior if the flying enemy is over the interior you're trying to defend..  They need mounted variants of those flintlocks the Skavengers used.  The Moles over at the volcano have several ideas already, we know this from several years ago, but I think after telling them it's much harder to avoid something moving supersonic, they'll be assisting that development now."

"Good."  Licking her cheek, he gave her a sidelong grin.  "See, you're not just a cock-brained slut.  You're smart.  Smarter than me when it comes to this stuff."

Her smile softened into a shy and uncertain look.  "How do you always know what I'm thinking?"

"We've been together enough.  I've told you before."  Dismounting from her, he moved around and pulled her into a hug, cradling her belly.  "Might be the marriage bond thing too but it's...stronger, somehow.  More than just intuition.  Almost like an actual sense."

"Heh...that's kinda scary, not being able to have my own secrets."

"Not when you're hurting yourself with them."  Licking along her neck and making her shiver, he churred deeply.  "Mmmm...my sexy, beautiful wife...are you full of enough cum yet?"

With a playful smirk, she nipped his nose.  "I thought you knew me."

"Mmmmm...that I do..." he growled, lifting her up again and sinking her ass back onto his stiffening length.  Cynder moaned out lewdly, eagerly wiggling her way down as he penetrated her.

"Fuuuuuck yes... it's so weird to say but I'm really enjoying being a breeder..."

"With you...yes."  Kissing her deeply, he hugged her close and started bouncing her again.

It was much the same for the next week or so, then two weeks, the two chilling together away from the hectic goings-on at the Temple, with Spyro occasinally going to donate more of his seed, but overall they enjoyed their secluded "honeymoon" together before the appointed trip.  The day of preparation came up on them faster than expected, and suddenly in the middle of their ninth passionate romp of the day, Flame knocked on the door and let himself in, not surprised in the least to see them paused mid-thrust as Cynder hung over the edge of the bed.

"Boy, those bands really supercharged your sex drive huh?"

"N-no not really," Cynder replied, stuttering as Spyro went back to plowing her.  "Ffff-oooohhh... just...just hormones...going crazy..."

"Uh huh," he said sarcastically, not bothering to hide his immediate erection.  "Well, better work those outta your systems in a hurry, you leave tomorrow, remember?"

They both froze again at the rush of panic.  "It's tomorrow already?!" Spyro yelped.

"Yes?  What, have you two seriously been having so much sex you lost track of time?"

"Yes!" Cynder barked as Spyro slid out of her depths.  "Fuck, I knew I was forgetting something today!  I was supposed to go with Ember to get more proper dresses!"

"Yes, and that's why I'm here.  You have time, it's morning right now."

"No wonder my head hurts so much..." Spyro grumbled, squinting at the crystal panes frosted over with a rime of light snow.  "Alright, let's get cleaned up and head out.  Thanks, Flame."

"Yep.  Thankfully Ember isn't this charged...not yet anyway.  She has your Anglapalan travel finery too, by the way."

"Hope you're not too mad at us for forgetting..."

Flame smirked and shrugged.  "You kidding?  You've seen the crowd I grew up with.  That I married."

Cynder blushed.  "Okay, yeah, fair point."

"But yeah, gotta ice those balls Spyro and get moving.  Sorry Cynder."

"The ladies said we could get some...relief time during travel, so I think we can wait til then."

Spyro finished cleaning them both with his water again.  "Alright, let's get."

After a quick breakfast and Spyro chugging quite a bit of water and some fruit juice, they headed out to the Temple, then through the portal to the Silver Grotto to meet with Ember and Liiana and a few of the other younger ladies and guards.  The seamstress and her apprentices were well underway already, despite half of them sporting pregnant bellies, getting their new shop set up.  Cloth, ribbons, thread, baubles, and various tools were sailing around on magical streamers.  Without much delay, Spyro and Cynder were whisked into fitting booths and measured all over, and even while the numbers were being read off the girls were hard at work rummaging through fabrics.  It was a bit dizzying for the hero couple, how quickly this coordinated group was able to move around each other.  Spyro blushed as his balls were also measured, two Electric girls giggling and playfully fondling his heavy sack for a bit, then cupping his nuts in what was essentially a ball bra, measuring how low his nads hung and what might be most comfortable while keeping him as modest as he could get with such large bits.

"Keeping this hidden from us?  Shame," they teased when he couldn't help himself any longer and his cock grew to full mast between them.  "Flame got us pregnant for you, but maybe next time you should do it personally?"

"Maybe..." he muttered.  He could hear Cynder giggling in the next booth while her belly was measured.

"Good thing you filled me so full," his wife remarked, "gives them a maximum of how far the dresses should stretch."

"No way..." the head seamstress muttered in shock, "That can't just be his seed?"

"Oh no..." Spyro grumbled, hiding in his wings while the girls giggled.

"Oh it is~"  There was more giggling as they pressed on her belly and felt his load making her middle nicely squishy.  "I mean, there's four eggs in there too but it's mostly his cum."

"Ancestors...I- *ahem* well, that's...hm.  Uh.  Good to know then.  Right, so, let's, um..."

Cynder couldn't help another giggle, the Anglapala girls adding to the mix with their affirmations.

"When he knocked us up we all looked ready to pop!  It's amazing~"

"I'm not a product or service to upsell here," he called over the din.

"Right, right, girls, let's focus..."

Once they were fully measured and the fabrics had been sorted, they were dismissed for the time being while they worked.  Pawing his face, Spyro sighed, Cynder nuzzling him.

"I guess that was a bit much again."

"Yep."

"Sorry.  It was funny though.  C'mon, let's go get some lunch?"

"Already can't wait for this trip to be over and done with so I can get away from this sort of stuff."

Nosing at the eggs in her neck incubator, Cynder huffed against the shells.  "I'm...still really...nervous.  Even with everyone telling me not to be.  But I don't...I don't wanna freak out like I did on the Warfang trip..."

"That reminds me.  We should restock on those hormonal treatments."

Making their way to one of the consultation chambers in the Grotto Temple, they found the Matron triplets going over some new scrolls.  "Spyro, Cynder, do you need something?"

"Probably more of those hormone pills for our trip."

"Ah, yes, there is a basket already added to the outbound luggage, it has new leaves for your girdle as well."

Spyro blushed.  "Ah...right."

"Though, you'd be welcome to walk around without it of course, while you're over there."

"And have the whole kingdom go into heat?"

They tittered softly.  "Well...no.  There is a salve Cynder can apply to your scrotum daily that should have much the same effect as the leaves."

"Okay.  That's a bit better.  It does get a little...cramped."

"Anglapala may require some modicum of clothing, but yes, you would not be required to wear it."  THere was a shared look of concern, then two of them sighed.  "I suppose it may be best to tell you now rather than after your trip...but we've found some more information about your Patriachy and Matriarchy.  If you have some time."

"Uh oh..."

"It shouldn't be much to worry about, just more to understand."

"We're still gathering data on it, but there have been some interesting developments on our understanding of how all this is working."  Pulling out some diagrams, she readjusted her thick glasses.  "So...we foremost wanted to understand Spyro's incredible productivity and whether or not it may pose a health concern.  Dehydration, protein deficiencies, hormones being among the concerns."

"Yeah...you said earlier that his body is using his elemental power to produce more cum material," Cynder remarked.  "I can kinda feel surges of power when I fondle his balls while he's cumming."  Spyro blushed hard at that and rubbed his neck.

"Yes, there's that aspect to it offsetting the physical draining problems.  He's actively generating more seminal fluid and other compounds while he's ejaculating.  However, we were also concerned about the size of his testicles.  His prostate hasn't enlarged for the production needs, hence the reliance on his elemental powers instead.  The prostate is where the sperm cells are mixed with his fluids to generate the actual semen fluid.  His testicles getting larger isn't just a function of his pheromone glands either.  He is making far more sperm cells than any average dragon, which is to be expected of a Patriarch after all, but we did find some interesting changes from the norm."

Her sister flipped the diagrams to a drawing of sperm cells.  "Sperm is, in basic terms, a head cell with a tail to propel it towards the female's ova.  In normal males, sperm is extremely delicate.  It's why the testicles hang outside the body, the cells cannot survive in normal body temperatures so the testicles regulate temperature by rising or dropping accordingly.  Most sperm cells can only survive hours or days within a female's body and the vast majority don't even get that far after ejaculation, which is why pregnancy isn't guaranteed even when mating in heat.  It's honestly a ton of obstacles all stacked against the sperm."

"Throwing sheer numbers and hoping one hits the target..." Cynder mused.

"Yes, and even then it may not work even if it hits, because the ovum has a defensive barrier that multiple sperm cells work to weaken until one finally enters the cell.  However...this is of course the normal baseline.  To our findings, even if he didn't have the ridiculous amount of fluid, Spyro's sperm count per ejaculatory session is actually far lower than average.  It would even be alarming."

They both sat there with wide eyes.  "Then...but...how?" he stuttered.

"Because your sperm seems to be one half of the Patriarch curse effect on the physical, the sheer semen volume being the other half.  You see, your sperm are thousands of times more resilient and virile.  They've been remaining within a female's body for up to three months now by some of our measurements, at least the head of the cell.  The tails are the first to break apart for any sperm cell, yours included, but the head still serves some functions we'll discuss in a bit.  Because of their sheer strength, your sperm can swim far longer and a little faster, and even have demonstrated a bit of a homing effect, actively seeking a nearby ovum.  Your seminal fluid plays a large role in this.  The elemental power laced in it charges the female's body a bit and stimulates her to release more ova, which are then charged themselves, and this acts as a homing signal that works elementally and chemically with your sperm cells.  Because your sperm don't have to worry about dying off early, you don't need nearly as many per ejaculatory session.  The volume you pump into a female essentially acts as a large pool to decrease chances of sperm getting stuck to her uterine walls, giving your sperm cells a much straighter shot to their targets.  The elemental power charge also serves a third purpose - once the sperm and ovum charges are combined on successful fertilization, the increased charge sharply attracts that ovum to her uterine walls, and helps facilitate attachment and subsequent egg production...and in Cynder's case, formation of an umbilical tether.  As a side note, we're finding that part of the curse magic keeps your sperm cells intact for...well.  The first samples we received are still intact and active.  Honestly it's biologically impossible.  They only begin to degrade, so far as we've seen, once they enter a female's body.  However, there is the other note - if they are not injected or otherwise introduced to her body during the act of sex, the cells seem to just immediately die off, so something about sexual activity keeps them going once in play.  Sex is a required part of the magic sustaining them."

Canting her head in though, Cynder rubbed her belly with her wings.  "But what's that got to do with the tailless ones after impregnation?  Or if she doesn't get pregnant any further?"

"That was our other point of concern on the female's side.  With younger individuals especially, such as Liiana and Lysa, we noticed an alarming uptick in sexual craving, borderline addiction.  Lonimba, Lapis, Lazuli, Glacia, Terrini, and some others reported feeling a similar craving, as if being in heat without the estrus hallmarks."

"I knew it, there'd be a drawback..." the purple male groaned, rubbing his face.  Cynder reached over to hold his paw.

"Not entirely.  It may be a function to keep females coming back to increase chances of multiple fertilizations, but the sperm heads that remain within her body act as rather potent aphrodisiacs.  Now, this is actually a confirmation of the effect, only more pronounced because they can last so much longer than a normal male's cells, the effect has been noted even for standard sperm.  The effect wears off much as the forced estrus effect as their bodies identify and adapt.  In effect it's still rather normal, just stronger given your difference from the norm.  Lysa is already calming down a bit.  It's not just your sperm cells though in the virgin girl cases, Spyro.  Simply put, you introduced them to the wonders of sexual pleasure and the gratification of sharing their bodies and having fun.  It's something wonderful and new to them, so of course they'd be eager to keep going and trying it as often as possible."

The first triplet smirked at them with a wink.  "You can't tell us you two didn't go a little wild once you opened that door yourselves."

Spyro and Cynder both blushed, the black-scaled girl tittering.  "Ooohhh yes...the first two days I don't think there was an hour we didn't have his penis inside me, hard or soft."

"Yes there was, we went hunting and swimming too."

"I knoooow."

"But how do their bodies deflate over time?" he asked, trying to change the subject a bit.  "It doesn't just...leak out, and you've mentioned absorption a few times."

"Yes, of course.  Well, you know, your flesh under your scales absorbs water a small bit, hence the importance of external hydration.  The exposed tissues of the uterus and vagina also pull in your fluids over time, which is helpful in your case especially because it helps replenish the females and actively heal them from the rigors of sex.  It also has a curious effect of strengthening their cervical muscles to keep the volume inside, otherwise yes it would very much leak back out."

Cynder purred at that.  "Good thing too.  It feels soooo good having so much cum in me!"

The pregnant triplet purred too.  "It truly is a lovely sensation.  And that is likely another intentional byproduct, to keep females coming back for more.  I know I myself wouldn't mind staying heavy with it for a good long while.  Lonimba and Lazuli have both voiced a strong desire for more as well."

"Lotta girls with 'L' names, huh..." Spyro wondered aloud.  "But me cumming in them while they're pregnant isn't gonna worsen their...attachment to it?"

"So far as we've seen, not much would imply an increase in desire beyond that initial intense craving.  As they get used to exposure to you and your volume, they naturally build more of a resistance.  Not that they'll become entirely resistant to you, just that they shouldn't become addicted in the chronic or worrisome aspects.  But they'll definitely seek you out for at least some fun, if not more eggs.  That won't be a problem will it?"

He gave a shy grin.  "Well...maybe not.  If they don't turn into snappy bitches over time."

"Well, time and life factors are more at play there than the sexual aspect.  But it's good to see you're much less stressed about the idea now."

With a small sigh, he nodded.  "It does help that most of the girls have been fun to be with as well.  That's what I was worried about...the act becoming a chore or obligation."

Cynder nuzzled into his neck.  "Like we told you, just be your fun self and enjoy it."

"Yeah...guess I needed to see those effects myself."

"And don't be afraid to approach the girls either if you're feeling in the mood, like you do with me," she added.  "Some of them would like to see you approach them instead of them having to do all the outreach for fun.  I hear Lonimba has a casual sex fetish, she would love to have someone just lift her tail and push right into her wherever she is, especially with her pregnancy making her more horny."

He blushed hard at that.  "Wait, no foreplay or getting her ready?  Wouldn't that hurt?"

The old ladies shook their heads.  "For some it's not a problem.  Some girls get pleasure out of that pain.  The body is a strange and complex thing even from one individual to the next.  Lonimba is used to casual sex so for her it's no issue."

Nipping at his neck, Cynder grinned seductively.  "Speaking of~"  He rolled his eyes with a grin and carefully mounted her, the black dragoness purring and moaning under her breath as that lovely long length slid into her where it belonged.  "Ancestors yessss..." she cooed out, pressing back and clawing at the floor as she felt his cock push the eggs aside and then bulge her belly once again.  "All the way in always feels so good~"

"Will my size be a problem for...well...younger ones wanting to explore?" he asked as he lightly thrust into his wife.

"That depends entirely on their size, but I would say if they want to engage as young as ten or twelve, your Patriarch abilities should keep them safe.  You of course won't get them pregnant until they have their first natural estrus cycle."

"Mmmph...that's...ooohhh...that's one thing I don't get..." Cynder said, clenching on her husband's cock.  "He gave Liiana a painless first time...how does that even work, is it the curse magic or- mmph! Ooohh...is it something else?"

"That, we're still investigating, but it's a known Patriarch ability even without the curse presence.  It may be a subliminal Aether influence accelerating bodily healing, or even subtly readjusting the female's body for better sexual reception.  By normal means, none of us should be having our bellies expand so much with his semen without extreme discomfort, yet even after prolonged stretching there are no noticeable detriments.  The much lower rate of stretch applied to the vaginal canal and cervix by comparison are much easier to cause by that logic."

Cynder quivered and bucked as she reached a fast but deeply satisfying climax, her fluids spraying against the floor in rhythmic pulses matching her tremors on his shaft.  He gritted his teeth and then arched up into her with a low roar, his tail pumping with his inner pulsing as gush after hot, thick gush raced up his cock to hose down her womb, Cynder purring in gape-mouthed tongue-hanging delight as she felt herself slowly swelling until her belly brushed the floor.  When she stood upright as he dismounted, that contact was lost, but she purred as she felt his load sloshing and shifting around inside her.  A squeak escaped her mouth when he grabbed her hips and pulled her back, spearing the tight divot of her anus around his throbbing girth.  "Ooohhh!" she cried out, arching back with glee to retake him to the hilt.  Her quivering, swollen mound snuggled up against his sack, the black dragoness grinding back teasingly, enjoying the feeling of her soft labial scales against his scrotum while his shaft pulsed warm and pleasantly full in her ass.  "Is it...mmmm...normal to love getting mounted anytime?" she asked.  "I can't get enough of him..."

The triplets all giggled.  "Totally normal for two lovers."  Cynder was a squirming, moaning mess as Spyro leaned back to sit up on his hinds and start lightly rocking up into her tight ass, his paws rubbing all over her front and especially over her cum-softened gravid swell, kneading at the jiggly pudge of his cream warming her from inside.  His huge balls grinding against her slit made her huff and shudder with each touch.

"Is it also normal for guys to get aroused seeing females so full of life?" he asked over her shoulder, his paws still groping two of the eggs through her and making her squeak and buck on him.

"That too is very normal, it's a primal reaction after all.  The sight of a gravid female means she's fertile, a natural desire to further impregnate her and protect her."

Nibbling his wife's neck, he lightly nipped her and made her squeal and cum again, gushing all over his nuts.  "I can't help myself when she's so big and round...so sexy..." he rumbled against her scales, lipping and nibbling, paws never stopping the sensual rubbing.  Cynder tried to reply but could only manage a pleasured gurgle as she leaned her head back against him, submitting to his whims in her afterglow.  Readjusting her head for her he pulled her into a passionate kiss, his other paw holding her steady while he bucked up hard and started ejaculating again, his orbs pulsing strongly against her pussy and his penis jerking hard inside her bowels as he further swelled her belly a bit more.  Cynder purred and huffed into the kiss, pressing into him with love and lust.  Her paws gripped the tip of his penis poking her belly out, feeling those wonderful pulsations and the slight surge of hot fluid under her hide.

"Ancestors...I can't get enough...you cumming in me...keep cumming in me...don't stop...so good..." she panted, lightly stroking his penis tip.  Reaching her limit, his seed started spurting out of her tight grip on his shaft.

Meanwhile, the old ladies were observing and taking notes, the pregnant one watching quite keenly with unabashed desire.  Spyro caught the look and gave her a shy smirk, then bucked up into Cynder again, making her yip out in pleasure.

"Dun wanna stop...but...getting sore..." she panted with a reluctant whine.  Slowly pulling out, Spyro grunted and then groaned, the black dragoness squealing when she felt him throb and gush yet again, her ass becoming a fountain of cum as she could no longer hold his volume.  Reaching over her front he rubbed her clit hard, making her clap her paws over her mouth and give a muffled scream of ecstasy, her pussy mimicking her butt with the volume of her nectar gushing everywhere.

"I must say..." the pregnant triplet said with a giggle, "this is definitely helpful to see your abilities firstpaw so casually.  Mind if I...get some more personal data as well?"

Panting, Spyro nodded and cleaned up their mess with his water power once again, flowing it to the drain at the side of the room.  "So basically every room has a connected drain for this sort of stuff?"

"We wanted the options to be available for breeding any time it was needed."

Giving his mate a deep kiss, he nuzzled her and she smiled and nuzzled back, then watched with a giddy blush as he went over and smoothly mounted the old lady, getting her to groan out in pleasure as that entire length slid right up into her and bulged her belly too.

"Ancestors...that's such a lovely stretch~" she churred, shivering with lust under the purple male.  He could feel his eggs around his shaft in her womb, just like with Cynder and Ember.  Two of them, rubbing the ridges along the underside of his length.

"Just two?" he asked.

"Mmmm, yes, I passed two duds a few days ago."

"Maybe I should knock you up a bit more then," he growled deeply, feeling her clench tight on his girth.  Slowly, he thrust into her, pulling almost entirely out and then pressing up deep to his sheath against her labial scales, the old lady moaning out softly.  Her sisters watched keenly, one even moving over to cop a feel of his tip pressing her sibling's belly out so much.

"Amazing that such a stretch is painless..."

"Not jsut painless, it's extremely pleasurable!" she remarked with a gasp at his next thrust.  "Mmmph...it's as if I can feel my uterus conforming for him, it's amazing..."

Wobbling over, Cynder reached under her husband's tail to massage his nuts, making him grunt out in surprise and throb hard inside the Matron sister.  "Give her the biggest load you can~" she whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek.  "I wanna see what you do to me."

Getting that kind of affirmation from his mate was oddly arousing, Spyro settling into a slow, circular rhythm of thrusting and pulling, making his partner moan out loudly.  Every balls-deep meeting of their loins made her tense up a little more, until all at once she huffed and yelled out with a shaky moan of bliss, her insides milking his length and dribbling all over his balls.  Cynder gently pressed her mate's hips forward to have him give her shorter, faster thrusts, her other paw cupping those fat nuts against the old lady's clit and the underside of her gravid swell.  It was too much for both of them, the old one yowling out and cumming even harder, panting and threatening to collapse under the purple breeder while he growled up and arched up over her, tail flagging against Cynder and orbs pulsating as he seeded that pregnant womb all over again.  Her belly grew rounder and fuller with every thick rope surging into her, both her sisters groping that throbbing tip and feeling the hot cream swells against their toes through her.  Finally he petered off, panting heavily, and slowly dismounted with a few teasing thrusts until he slipped free with a lewd squelching pop and a light squeak from her, her legs twitching from the final twinge of pleasure as those crowning nubs of his cocktip rubbed her sore entrance.

"Like that?" he rasped to Cynder, getting her to giggle and kiss him.

"That's fuckin' hot..." she muttered against his mouth.

A knock on the door prompted Spyro to hurriedly swipe himself all over with water and answer it, one of the runners peeking in and blushing at the scene, her own swollen belly cradled in her wings.  "Hello Sir Spyro, I ah- um.  The seamstress is ready for your initial fittings."

"That was quick," Cynder said.  "Um...do we need to help clean up here or...?"

All three triplets shook their heads.  "No, dear, go get yourselves ready!"  The one Spyro filled struggled to get to her feet, then laughed when she gave up and slumped to the side.  "Oh dear, not again...you two should have him fill you when they return, it's such a wonderful sensation..."

With the haze of having orgasmed so much, they were a bit zonked out, not really remembering much of the walk or the fittings until they had a few snacks and came back for the final dress fixes.  Cynder stared wide-eyed at the mirror, blushing, unable to really process what she was seeing.  Instead of her usual black scales evoking memories of the Terror, what peered at her in the silver was instead a regal-looking reflection with silvery horn drapes flanking her neck, which bore a stylish maroon velvet scarf, tucked into the shoulder drapes of a silver and maroon dress secured around her belly, the drapes over her sides tied up in a neat, soft bow atop the base of her tail, of course leaving her groin bare for her mate.  From the shoulders, the same velvety scarf material stretched up between some gentle membrane and arm clips, just enough pressure to not cut off circulation while staying put, and the clips all had small silvery dangles matching the silvery necklace Ember had finished and brought over.  The pink girl grinned at her and clapped.

"Wow, it's so much better with complementing fabric!"

Pawing at the swirly neckpiece, Cynder felt a shy smile pulling at her lips when the reflection mirrored her motion, as if affirming it was real and not just some girlish fantasy.  "Wow..." was all she could muster, just a quiet whisper while small tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.  Ember came over and gave her a soft hug.

"You can look pretty, you know.  Nothing stopping you."

"I..." she quivered.  "Why is this...?"

"Let's go look at Spyro."

Just around the corner, they both paused and gazed at what was sitting before them.  He had an open-faced helmet covering his cheeks and forehead, and sweeping back between his red crests.  A stately anodized aluminum collar sat atop his shoulders, anchoring robes draping over his sides and across his belly, deeper red and purple than his scales but a lovely accent, the top of the X across his belly bearing a round pinning clip with a purple cabochon, oddly reminiscent of the tip of his penis currently peeking out of his sheath.  Like her, he had scarves of maroon from his shoulders to clips across his wings, forming lovely draping sweeps that were nicely tucked up when he folded them.  He looked like a much more stately Guardian now, with that wide shoulder-collar stained bronze-gold and bearing the sigils of all the elements.

He almost looked like a king in his own right, if not for the uncertain look on his face.  A look that evaporated into blushing awe when he caught sight of Cynder looking like a matching queen.

"Wow..." they both whispered, blushing more at the coincident, to the amusement of the seamstress girls and Ember.

"Does it fit well enough?" the pink girl asked.

"I think so," Cynder replied.  "Can I just...think this off into my inventory like the armor?  So it doesn't get in the way of travel?"

"Of course!"

Spyro moved over and nuzzled at her.  "Ready for tomorrow?"

Glancing at the eggs in their carrier nearby, she sighed softly and nodded.  "I think so.  I jsut...don't know how to feel with this kind of clothing.  It's so beautiful but...I don't..."

"Then feel beautiful...because you definitely are," he replied, kissing her.  She melted into the kiss, especially as he pulled her close and held her belly, sandwiching his erection between them.  "Don't think.  Just do.  Just be.  Be mine, my wife, my mate, my heart."

"You fuckin' sap..." she whispered into the kiss, then buried her face in his neck with a shy smile.  The other girls all quietly "awww"'d until she broke the hug and sighed again, nosing at his jaw.  "Thank you..." she said to no one in particular.

Thanking them and paying them rather generously, Spyro ushered her out before she could have another breakdown, sensing her tension starting to waver.  Taking the egg carrier from her, he affixed it around his own neck and stored his new attire, Cynder doing the same, watching as it vanished off their bodies with a dim silver sheen.  "You okay?" he whispered.

"Just...nervous, I guess...I really don't wanna fuck this up..." she whined.  "There's so much hanging on this...on us..."

"Hey.  We'll get through this.  We have help this time, like we've said before."  Pulling her into another cock-sandwiching hug, he held her belly and nuzzled her, giving her another deep kiss.  "You're not alone."

Despite her anxiety, she felt those happy butterflies in her gut as he lightly ground his massive length against her egg-heavy middle, the tip poking her chest.  His paws kneaded her belly, sending pleasant waves through her.  What really did it for her though was that they were right out in the street, making out without a care of who saw them.  Her huge belly still stuffed to the brim with his load, on full display with the cock responsible for it throbbing between them...and no one telling them otherwise, telling her she was terrible for it.

"Right here?" he whispered against her neck as he nibbled on her scales, raking his teeth delicately against her and making her shiver and coo.

"Y...yes..." she stuttered with a flare of mixed audacity, lust, and embarrassment.  She moaned softly as that huge cock trailed down her belly and then prodded at her entrance, the purple dragon standing up and lifting her to then sink her onto his length.  Her whole body quivered and her neck fell back with a lewd moan from her lips, her other lips tightly hugging her husband's shaft and feeling all the intricate details on its way in.  Settling onto his hinds, he sat back and held her, bouncing her quickly on his lap, paws supporting her back, teeth locking onto her shoulder.  Him almost breaking her skin with his teeth in that sensitive spot made her shudder all over with limp submission, his paw having to reach up with a good stretch to cradle her head as she bounced weakly in eager need.

They didn't care that they had a growing audience watching her belly bulge out around his tip with every thrust.

It was just them in their own little world of love and pleasure, Spyro making her quiver and cum over his lap again and again, forming a puddle of her nectar around them until he finally stood up once more with a strangled roar and started ejaculating, his tail striking the street repeatedly with every surging clench of his insides jetting rope after creamy rope into her.  Having been filled to max earlier, it all came gushing back out despite her tight, spurting grip around his shaft, audibly splashing on the ground under them.

"Hahh...haahhh...hh...fuckin...yes..." she panted, managing to flop forward onto his shoulder instead of arching back, hugging him tightly and purring as he rubbed her back.  "Spyro...I love you so much..." she whispered.

With a grin he lightly scritched her back and flexed his shaft in her depths, making her squirm and churr happily.  "Love you too."  Ignoring the others watching them with various levels of intrigue and arousal, he held her tight, stood up again, and spread his wings, taking off with a great shove of his elemental powers to loft them both swiftly.  He couldn't help giving her a few more humps as they flew, Cynder just relaxing and enjoying the pleasure until the jolt of his touchdown at their home nudged her clit against this sheath and made her gush everywhere for one last time.  "Feeling better?" he asked as he carried her awkwardly into their home.

"Yes...I really needed that."  She churred as he laid her out on their bed and put the eggs in a blanket in the middle, nesting them firmly.  She curled her tail around them and purred as he clambered into bed with her as well, then leaned in to kiss him.  "I wish I could get over these swings..."

"You will.  You're not nearly as bad as you were a few years ago.  You're making progress.  It's just...all this.  It's stressful.  It wears down your defenses...I know it's wearing mine down.  We'll get there.  Together."  His paw roved her belly and she smiled.

"I can't wait to lay these so you can fill me even fuller...I want the next clutch to be ten or twelve eggs."

His eyes widened at that, then he growled lustfully and nibbled her throat, making her gasp softly and shiver.  "Stop that or I'll have to fuck you to sleep."

"Is that a threat or a promise?~"

"Yes..." he growled, moving over her and rolling her onto her back, Cynder squealing happily.






As the sun rose again, it glinted off a large gilded lapis-blue box with crystal panes and silver royal insignia on every face.  Several more behind it, of various other gemstone colors, all floated in single file between two lines of armed guards.  "These things are entire rooms..." Cynder mused as she and Spyro lounged on the spacious cushions.  A central heater had some hot water for teas, and was warming trays of meats and hard cheeses for snacking on the trip.  Their clothing felt a bit warm and ostentatious for such a small space, especially so out of sight, so they were naked again as per their usual.  Rolling onto her back and mindful of her horns and neck spikes, Cynder got comfortable and rubbed her belly slowly.  "Oh hey, the ceiling is the constellations!"

Spyro was gazing out one of the windows, watching the sunlight refract inside the crystal and cause multiple overlapping views of different colors for everything that was visible.  "Feels awfully rich, and these are just the litters.  Feels...weird."

"Kinda does.  Knowing someone lives in this kind of comfort daily and probably takes it for granted."

"Exactly."

"What did Lonimba give you?" she asked, pointing at the little wrapped package.

"Some more of those heart candies you liked so much."

She smirked at him.  "Did you... 'repay' her?"

He smirked back.  "When she turned around to leave...don't think she was expecting a belly of cum to drag back."

She giggled at the thought.  "Surprised her?"

"Very, but she...heh...she orgasmed on that first thrust."

"Oh my..."  Her tail curled up to rub between her folds, the black dragoness churring softly.  "That's actually really hot to think about..."

"You're gonna get me hard again and you're too full right now."

"I knoooow..." she whined.  "With how fast these are moving though, how long do you think it'll take to get there?"

"Emeralda said it's a seven day journey even in these, and we take midday breaks to have proper meals and give the guards some downtime."

"Seven days..."  She glanced at their eggs sitting by the central warmer device.  "I should've brought those books, I forgot them on the table."

Moving over to her, he started to rub and massage her belly, Cynder stretching and purring loudly in response.  "Feel good?" he asked as he rubbed firmly up from her crotch to her chest and then back down around her sides.

"Yesssss..."  Folding her wings, she hugged him with them, bringing her paws down atop his and smiling softly.  They stayed like that for a good while, just enjoying the sensual closeness while he kneaded and massaged her middle.  "It's still weird...thinking back to being younger...I never thought I'd ever be in this kind of position, especially not with you at first."

"Heh...me neither, honestly.  But it's a good destination to have reached, I think."

"A very good one..." she churred, squirming as his toepads kneaded at a ticklish spot.  "Sharing my body with you.  Not having to worry.  Being...one, with you.  I keep cycling back to this, I know..."

"Hey.  Life is cyclical.  And I'm glad you're happy with this."

"Only because you're with me."  Curling her tail around his, she leaned her head back carefully and closed her eyes, letting him do his thing with her.  His paws roamed all over her belly in slow circles and sweeps, over her sides, her chest, her thighs, her wings, up her neck and down to her butt and tail, even toeing along her vulva here and there in passing.  She blushed and opened her eyes when she felt his claws gently spread her tailhole so his toe could massage the tight hole as equally as he was relaxing her pussy.  "No stone unturned, huh?"

"Hey, if you're fine with it, why not?" he asked, gently swirling his toe against her anus.  She stretched and purred, lightly hooking her legs around his back.

"That actually feels nice."

A deceleration caught their attention, the litter slowly coming to a stop.  After a few moments of helping her back to her feet, there was a knock at the door and it pulled open slightly.

"Lady Cynder and Sir Spyro, if it pleases you there is a scheduled picnic lunch and stretch break."

"It is a tad warm in here," Cynder remarked, stepping towards the door and pulling it open.  "Thanks-" A cold wind nipped her nose and she squeaked in surprise.  "Oh!  The weather sure changed fast!"

"Indeed, you may adjourn to the tent at your discretion," the burly Earthen guard replied, his scales obscured in fur-lined leather jacketing.  Shivering a litt,e Cynder produced a thick jacket of her own, then squeaked when she realized that not only was it too small for her at all, it also couldn't cover her belly.

"I forgot all about that."

"There are spare weather cloaks and wraps within the underseat compartments," her guard instructed, pointing with his wing at one of the nearby lounge cushions.  Spyro lifted it up to reveal a compartment stuffed with folded things and various travel kits.  Pulling out a luxurious silky fluffy black blanket, he draped it over his mate and used the provided sash to secure it to her, Cynder purred with a little grin.

"Ooooohhh...this is so nice...wow.  Royalty and luxury, hope I don't get spoiled by all this."

The scenery was quite nice, aside from thw wind whipping snowflakes into their faces.  A beautiful white countryside all blanketed in snow, some glowing fruits in nearby trees making it shine in the light gray lighting through the clouds.  Two large tents were being set up, the Earth and Ice guards clearing paths and maniuplating the snow into defensive but stylish walls around the camp.  The tents were facing each other, with a bonfire being built in the middle.  One tent for the guards, the other for the traveling ladies and their attendants.  At least two of the guards were casually humping the attendants while snacking, the girls gossiping and discussing names for their incoming heirs.  Cynder blushed shyly but raised her taila gainst her mate as a signal to him, the purple male kissing her cheek with a very quiet affirmative growl only audible to her.

"Welcome, Spyro and Cynder," Emeralda said with a dip of her head.  "Please join us if you wish."

"Seems a bit cozy in here."

"Alas, we do not do so well in the cold, else I'd be out having a walk.  I do enjoy the snow, but my body does not."

One of her daughters churred as another guard slipped into her and started to slowly thrust.  "Feel free if you wish to indulge too!  No need to hold back the body's needs."

"I would if I wasn't stuffed so full already," she admitted, both blushing heavily.  "Though...I am somewhat tempted to personally 'thank' the guards...later..."

"As stated, feel free!"

Poking at an offered meal of shredded sauced meat on a spicy flatbread, Spyro chewed on it thoughtfully, then offered a slice to his wife, the black dragoness sniffing curiously.  "Mmmm...I think I know at least a few of these spices...but there are so many in there!"

The young girl offering it to her giggled.  "Actually, it's only two spices, but they're very very rich.  Local cuisine for us, preserves travel fare quite well."

"Oh?"  Nipping at her slice, Cynder chewed slowly, then purred a little.  "Mmmmm...that's really tasty...it's like the warmth is spreading through me."

"A lovely herb for the winter season, for sure," Emeralda replied.  "Perfect for teas as well as foods.  One of my favorites.  I'm sure you'll have quite the time with our chefs once we arrive, if culinary arts are your thing."

"Mmmm..."

"If you don't mind, ladies," Spyro said as he walked back, "I'm sensing something unusual outside so I'm gonna go check it out."  With a dip of his head he left and took off.

"Was the casual sex too much for him?" the elder lady asked, but Cynder shook her head with an odd look.

"No...that was his serious tone.  I hope everything's alright."

Truth be told, he'd wanted to bury his cock into his wife yet again, but something was pulling at him and it wouldn't stop.  He'd tried to ignore it during the trip, but as they remained at the camp it grew steadily stronger.  What was this feeling?  It was like anxiety, like something bad was coming...but as he flew around and tried to discern any kind of direction, he found nothing out of the ordinary other than that gut feeling.  With his fire power blanketing his scales, he warded off the wintry chill, soaring through the sky in ever wider circling patterns, trying to see if it might be something in the distance, or the sky above the clouds maybe, but nothing was amiss that he could tell.

Hopefully it wasn't some other golem following them or otherwise nearing their location...but time would likely have to tell.  That horrid face he'd seen earlier came back to his memory and made him shiver.

"Ancestors, please let Volteer and Cyril be right...and please help me get this memory out of my head, I don't need this right now."