Legend of Spyro: Gifted Curse




CHAPTER 34



"Here's a crazy off the wall idea," Cynder said as she sat at the long table in the throne room after the morning worship ceremony.  "What if we found a way to tame a giant golem creature and use that as a transport means?"

Igneocrax coughed into his teacup and splattered his face, Merl staring at her aghast and Spyro blanking out in shock.

"I'm serious though!  Like, what if we could, somehow, reprogram them magically to obey us?  They're not actually alive, and most are made of natural materials, so damage could easily be repaired and they don't need to be fed.  Imagine one of those big flat-backed ones with a building on its back - if there was a way to stabilize the building with something gyroscopic, you could have so many passengers without having to lay down track!  And if they're attacked, they can defend themselves and remain operable.  There are a lot of upsides...if the taming could be performed."

"I...hrm."  The king rumbled to himself, fighting not to react again as he dabbed himself off with a fine cloth.  "I...do have to admit the idea would have merit, but learning to 'tame' a golem would be...a massive undertaking for sure."

"I know, most of them run on ancient archaic magic structuring and you'd have to wrestle control from whoever is maneuvering them...but if we could forge our own perhaps?  The Atllawa have assistant golems.  The magical tech exists."

"But, it could also be hijacked and lead the passengers to certain ruin..."  Merl sighed softly.  "I can't deny the idea certainly would be enticing, but...indeed, quite the logistical hurdle."

The doors of the Grand hall opened again and in strode Ash, bowing low to the king and queen.  "I am here for our transport discussions, my liege."

"Rise, you may approach."  When she got herself settled at the table and a servant had brought her some snack and drink, he continued.  "Let us begin our explanations and deliberations.  For Cynder's sake, we will explain the basics of the system and the goals."

"Spyro told me much during the trip, but...I do admit I'm still a little lost."

Ash laid out her concept art again, Cynder giving a little coo of fascination as she studied it.  "This is one ideal we seek to pursue.  We are right now working out how to get a track from your pickup point to the greater area in general.  Warfang would be the first major stopping point so far south, though there will be a branch junction for connecting the Silver Grotto Temple.  The locomotives offer ease of life during transport, as well as defense from aggressors and weather.  We seek to connect to all the major territories and have smaller railways to the lesser territories, and are trying to formulate this network with great haste due to the breeding program and the urgency for our future.  We need safer passage for the females needing to breed and lessen our endangerment."

"That's definitely a scary and grand reach...and the world fractures are the biggest impediment I'd guess?"

"Yes, Spyro too came to that conclusion.  The logistics are terrifying for sure.  We would like to see about maybe making magically-powered engines, or at least some sort of flexible track of magic or ether than can bridge these gaps safely.  If the engines could float, it would make everything easier, but we are still bound to the terrestrial trails."

"Makes me wonder how the Skavengers keep their ships aloft..."

"A blend of magic and technology," Crax explained.  "We know how it works, but it only works for such large craft.  The Empire of the Velveted Claws has similar ships, from an age past when having to wage war against the sky pirates, but we cannot rely on those ships alas, as the Skavenger remnants would see their activity as a declaration of war again."

"Damn..." Spyro grunted.  "Land-based travel really is the safer option..."

Ash shook her head.  "Indeed.  And as explained before with Spyro, portal systems are out of the question as they destabilize across space and the longer they are held open.  One idea would be to connect two portals between adjacent land chunks and have them fire up when the train approaches, but if they destabilize during transit or don't fire up at all...the problem becomes lethal swiftly."

"Lady Crusche, I believe you may find some entertainment in Cynder's tale on this problem," Merl replied with a smirk.

"Oh?  I'd love to hear suggestions."

Cynder giggled.  "I stunned them with my brilliance and suggested we learn to tame the big golems into beasts of transport."

Ash's blank look of surprise made Spyro and Crax laugh.  "I- ehem.  Excuse me, that...is equal parts genius and completely insane."

"I did say it was an off the wall idea."

"Perhaps...though not too far off from one of my crazier brainstorm sessions.  I had thought about giving the engines mechanical legs, but the weight alone is an incredible hurdle we cannot at this time circumvent.  If we could levitate the engine and cars like the litters, where it can only go so far above ground, that would be my fantasy realized, though to my understanding the weight again would cause major issues with momentum.  Ground travel does offer friction for faster emergency stops."

"A walking train..." Crax muttered.  "For that matter just put legs on a building.  A walking castle."

"Perhaps.  Cynder's idea of a golem is not far off that sort of route, and an ambulatory transport would in theory be able to negotiate rougher terrain and scale plate gaps without the constraints and intricacies of the rail system...but I fear we are heading to far into fanciful conjecture and theory crafting when we are here to discuss the current reality problems."

"Not to keep the ball rolling unnecessarily but perhaps that could be a useful way of dealing with the current golem issues?  Find a way to rewire them and put them to better use?"

"Perhaps..." Crax rumbled.  "I will bring it up to the Mages guild and have them mull it over.  But the question now remains, will Spyro be able to help with the project?  I understand you can essentially fabricate the track materials or even the tracks themselves with your power."

Nodding, the purple dragon swallowed his bite of honeyed bread.  "Yes, sir.  Terrador has had me practicing such things, primarily for fabricating emergency portal gates.  If I have enough base material to transmute, it's a fairly simple task."

"I'm curious then as to the extent of your abilities.  The report from your Screenath physical seemed...inconclusive."

Spyro frowned a little.  "To be fully honest...I do not know the extents myself anymore.  I don't have a safe venue to go all-out.  I mean...my Time Fury was what stopped the planet's explosion at the end.  That was the fullest extent of my power a few years ago, and it's only increased significantly since.  Sometimes I'm afraid if I sneeze I might blow away half a continent or something."

"Mmm...the dangers of such raw elemental power channeled through one's being.  But, perhaps today or tomorrow you could meet with Lady Crusche's team and discuss some research or power display outlets?"

The black and green dragoness nodded.  "I would like to get started on such research as soon as we may, my lord.  Time is of the essence after all."

He cast an eye to her belly still slightly round with Spyro's seed and smirked.  "Have you also added yourself to the breeding program?"

Shaking her head, she mantled her wings around her belly.  "No, sire, this is...not in my womb.  I do not have the time to raise a family right now with the haste of the railways, nor the space for a belly of eggs to be safely carried whilst I maintain and operate the engines."

"Ah...right.  But, if the program and your apprenticeship candidates reach an acceptable level?"

She blushed and looked away.  "I...would like to have children, yes."

Merl sighed softly and rubbed her own belly, still quite heavy from the night's fun.  "I...would hate to push the bounds of propriety, but as some of the noblenesses and I have been blessed with new life within us, I believe it would also be good to have Spyro impregnate the other eligible females while he is here.  Though, I think it best we use the Matrons' tactic of magically sealed glass vessels rather than directly seeding the new generation, unless he does not mind that, but I think it would be the best use of time and presence to...erm... 'collect' from him so we may tend to the breeding issue and he be free to discuss with you and your team, Lady Crusche."

Spyro grimaced but nodded.  "I...well.  While I'm here that may be the best course I guess.  Tackle two issues within the same time frame."

Cynder grinned.  "Should we...get to that now then?  I think yesterday we did entertain a notion for this discussion..."

Merl's eyes went wide and then she giggled.  "Oh...well, perhaps it would be...prudent..."  

"I fear I am missing some context..." Ash muttered, Cynder leaning over and whispering something to her.  Her eyes widened too, and she glanced at the king and Spyro, the two males not connecting the dots just yet.  "Oh...that does sound...interesting and entertaining..."

"I know that look, Cynder..." Spyro grumbled, getting a playful blep in return.  "I don't remember what you're talking about from yesterday but...I know that look."

"Aaaaand~?"

"I...have an inkling..." Crax said hesitantly, though his loins betrayed him as his shaft quickly rose into view.  "But we have not the appropriate wares you mention."

"I do~" Cynder churred, fanning her wing over the table and making several glass jars appear.  "I keep spares because the Matrons ask me to collect from him.  I'm sure they won't mind these being used for the same project up here."

"We should perhaps recline in better comfort then."  Getting up from the table, the fiery lord and his watery mate led them to the side chamber they'd used the previous day.  It had been cleaned and rearranged, refurbished with different colors of sheets and pillows.  Laying on his back, Crax reclined and let his legs spread, Spyro laying down not too far aside him, the girls giggling and blushing with approving grins at the sight of male bits being presented to them.  Ash was quieter than Cynder or Merlstrom, but her gaze was definitely fixed on those hefty sets of balls.  

"So we are collecting Spyro's semen?" she asked shyly.  Cynder nodded and leaned her head down to lick slowly along her husband's incredible sack, nuzzling between the two jewels under his scales.  Merl arranged herself carefully with her middle still heavy and round, kissing Crax's neck and then sliding her face down to lick around his sheath and down to his nuts.  Both males tried not to make too much commotion, but their mates' tongues and lips were getting them hard and needy quite swiftly.  With a nervous gulp, Ash leaned in too and nuzzled along Spyro's soft sack, then hesitated and nuzzled the king's balls too, getting low groans of pleasure from them both.

"Mmm..." Crax rumbled.  "I am halfway tempted to have you get pregnant as well, Lady Crusche.  After all...our species cannot afford to wait."

She blushed again as she looked up from licking his left testicle.  "I have explained the situation though, my lord...not to be contrary, but to be realistic."

"I am aware.  However...I am of the thought that the pressure of you getting pregnant may have your apprentices study harder to accommodate your duty to the species.  You throw yourself a bit too emphatically at the problem and leave yourself fair little time for personal things...and to be frank, your apprentices have been learning in leaps and bounds.  Now, I say this not just for the duty aspect, but for your own good, and for theirs.  I know there is the pressure to oversee all aspects personally, but you will have to delegate as well.  You will not reasonably be able to oversee everything once the network expands so much."  His teeth gritted as his queen gave a long, loving lick along his firm shaft and then suckle-kissed on his tip while Ash continued to service his balls.  

"I...my liege, I do not mean to contest your word but..."

"Lady Crusche.  Tell me plainly, in your observations of your apprentices, how quickly do you think your nephew would be able to commandeer his own vessel?"

Letting his larger left nut flop out of her mouth in surprise at the question, she pulled back and stared at him while she processed the request.  Cynder and Spyro just quietly watched the exchange while the black dragoness massaged his sack with her paws.  "I...err...I suppose he could be ready within five months..."

"And, the average gestation period for a dragoness's clutch is...?"

She blushed even harder at that.  "I...see the reasoning..."  Her wings rubbed her belly.  "I cannot deny I do so much wish to be a mother too...but I would also like to find a husband to love them with me."

"Now answer me this: if I were to order you to take a vacation for a bit, would your apprentices be able to collaborate and operate the main engine together?  I know you tend to think only one individual needs to maintain it, but would it be a good exercise for them?"

She smirked and sighed.  "My liege, the notion of a vacation had been sprung upon me during the return trip."

"Then we are of like mind."  He hissed through his teeth again as Ash suckled on his right nut while Merl slowly deepthroated his shaft, his paw stroking his wife's neck gently.  "I see no reason you would not be able to take a vacation, get yourself pregnant and seek a mate.  You have replacements almost ready.  They will need to branch out and run their own lines soon enough, and most, like your nephew, have proven themselves fast and steady learners to the practice.  This endangerment is a critical issue.  If they are soon to be ready... And, it is not like you have to operate the engines yourself all the time either.  You can, and probably should, also experience it as a passenger and consultant to them en route."

"Then you would have me return Spyro and Cynder to their home, and make my vacation thus, and return to Anglapala gravid?"

"I would, yes.  And I would hope you may also take the chance for yourself and seek a partner, unless you know of any interested individuals here."

Nuzzling between his balls, she sighed softly against his sack.  "I...have not paid attention."  With another smirk, she added "I know my nephew has been eyeing my body, but he is not my type."

With a low groan his cock throbbed and spurted pre right into Merl's throat, the watery lady giggling and purring, vibrating her tongue and throat around his shaft.  "Then, as your king and the primary patron of the breeding program, I would urge you to have a period of self-care and return to me with a new generation within you.  Our communal rearing will allow you to still focus on your craft while raising your children."

She nodded.  "I...am still acclimating to that, honestly.  In my old home, family units were monogamous and very focused on their own children."

"I am aware.  But you can still serve your duties in both capacities here.  You have been going full tilt ever since the stolen train fiasco.  Please.  Take some time to slow down."

Her gaze shifted to Spyro's massive length idly throbbing along his belly and chest.  "I...would love to do that right now...but I must arrange the trip, and prepare my apprentices for their increased duties..."

Spyro gave a half-grin.  "Like I said earlier, you can hang around either of the Temples and enjoy a womb full of cum for a few days if you need to."

"As my king decrees it, I believe that would be most prudent then."

Cynder giggled and lifted her mate's shaft so it was throbbing in the air instead of along his belly.  "Why not indulge now~?"

Ash gulped audibly, her front paws pattering in place slightly.  "I-...I want to, so badly..."

"This whole cock buried in your womb~?"

Merl giggled at the naughty temptations and Crax chuckled.  "Why hesitate?" he rumbled as he slid his wife's slender hips up onto his lap, the water dragoness eagerly grinding her slit along his sheath.  

"I was of the impression this was to collect Spyro's semen for the kingdom, not to lure me into...a fantastical desire..."

"He basically never runs out," Cynder replied, rubbing her other paw over Spyro's heavy balls.  "Trust me, we could rub his dick raw milking him for his seed and he'd be cumming just as much as the first round."

Panting lightly, Ash fanned herself with her wings.  "I...can feel my heat already..."

Spyro rubbed Cynder's paw to get her attention, then turned to Ash.  "If you really do want to wait for the vacation though, we can.  What are you hung up on?"

She blinked, trying to clear her growing lust as her nethers grew warmer and puffier with her increased arousal.  "I...suppose it's that I would rather lay out a plan of attack on the various issues that have been mentioned before I...commit to this.  I do so very badly want to have eggs and finally experience motherhood...but as I've said before, I don't know how to balance that with the obligations I have."  Gazing with increasing longing at that offered massive length and its promise of knocking her up, she gulped again.  "But...my lord has made a compelling argument..."

"Nothing saying you can't continue to indulge over your deserved vacation, either," Cynder added with a wiggle of her brows.  Ash giggled nervously at that, trying to ignore the breathy moan of pleasure as Merl settled on the king's lap with his shaft fully buried in her now.

"Lady Ash, while I do admit it is fun to tease you, I am also quite serious.  We do not know when Spyro's schedule would realign in the future for an attempt.  I am only goading you on this for your own benefit - to seriously consider this chance you have that may not be available in the future.  Much as we are trying to assure a more positive future...we must also balance that with the reality of the here and now."

She bit her lip, considering the options.  

"Do you want it?" Spyro asked.

"So so much..." she whispered.

"Then we'll work out the et cetera after this," Crax rumbled with a grin, then leaned up to kiss his wife, his paws on her belly.  Merl purred happily, their tails twining together as they made love.  Cynder moved aside a little to give room and to set their eggs aside in a warm blanket wrap as Ash moved over to Spyro, blushing and grinning shyly.

"I've not been put on the spot so intensely before..."

"Maybe they pushed it a bit much," he said, giving Cynder a little side glare, the black dragoness blepping at him with a naughty grin of her own, "but he is right.  The chance is here for sure."

"Yes, it is..." she whispered, drooling a little as she watched his impressively long cock throb again at Cynder's touch.  "Ancestors...even though I've had it inside me before...it's still so daunting...yet immensely arousing..."  Leaning in, she buried her nose against his sack, Spyro groaning softly while the black and green dragoness nuzzled her sensitive nose all over his sack, her wings fanning herself again as her estrus kicked swiftly into full gear.  "So big..."

"Hehe.  Another testicle appreciater," Cynder mused.  Ash gave a few slow licks over each heavy nut, then pulled away and turned around to lift her tail for him as her instincts were screaming to do.  Getting up quickly, Spyro moved behind her and held her hips, lightly hotdogging his length between her folds and causing her to moan loudly and then clap a paw over her mouth in embarrassment at the sound.  

"Ready to become a mother?" he asked, his voice low and husky with his arousal.

"Please-" she huffed, giving a backwards hump of her hips to press herself against his shaft.  Spyro pulled back until his tip touched her heated nethers, Cynder reaching under him to help with the alignment, then with a slow push he buried almost half his length into her, Ash shuddering under him with every barb and ridge that popped through her tight grip.  Behind him, his wife churred and started nosing all over his balls again.  Still pressuring her tunnel, Spyro growled to himself, then gasped out with Ash as that tapered tip forced its way through her cervix and started bulging her belly.  Her head dropped to stare upside-down at herself, watching that glorious bulge approach her face until those heavy, pendulous nuts were pressing up against her mound, every inch of breeder flesh buried inside her again.  

Cynder couldn't help the perverse thrill of watching from the side.  There was something incredibly arousing to her about seeing just how deep he got, an angle she couldn't see for herself normally.  Despite routinely taking the entire length, there was just something so alluring and even affirming about seeing it from a detached view.  She couldn't help rubbing her swollen nethers with her tail, Crax and Merl likewise watching keenly even while she slowly bounced on his lap and his paws kept roaming over her impregnated belly.  Ash moaned lewdly as her heat surged full-force, the purple dragon above her growling lustfully and giving her short, rapid thrusts, letting her feel every sexy detail of that immense length.  Her chest dipped to her paws, that bulge of his tip nearly touching the floor at that angle with every thrust making his sheath mash up against her labial scales.  Within only a few minutes he had her climaxing, the toxin-element girl squirming and writhing and moaning deeply as pleasure crashed through her core.  "Guess those...'temptations' won out?" he rumbled in her ear, the panting lady trying to catch her breath as she shot him a smirk over her shoulder.

"S-seems so...compelling arguments...mph...won out..."

"Well, I'll make sure the crumbling of your resolve against my temptations is very thoroughly rewarded," he said with a grin, hooking his forepaws around her waist and slipping one under to seek out and rub her clit.  She gasped and shuddered heavily, almost throwing him off herself when she came again, harder than before, her insides milking his cock so tightly he hissed through his teeth.

"Suh...sorry..." she gasped, her eyes going glassy.

"Something wrong?" Cynder asked, a spike of worry lancing through her when her husband stopped thrusting.

"She's just...really super tight..." he muttered, waiting for her body to settle down.  "Ow."

"Someone's been too pent up," Merl joked.  

Finally Ash's body loosened under him, the black dragoness nearly slumping to the floor in post-orgasm hazy pleasure.  Spyro held her hinds up and pulled her back a bit so he was balancing on his haunches, and started rolling his hips into her, keeping his cock deep inside her womb.  Cynder pouted a bit when his legs and tail obscured his balls, so she shuffled and reached under Ash to feel and grope his tip through her, making her gasp out again.  "Can...can feel him...throbbing in me...soooo good..." she whimpered.

"It's my favorite sensation," Cynder giggled.  She stroked her husband off through that green belly just waiting to be seeded, both of them groaning out loudly.  Mounting her more properly again, Spyro started sawing his hips with long strokes, popping his tip and barbs in and out of her cervix, Ash squealing and hiding her face in her paws at the undignified sounds she was making, but she couldn't help herself, this felt too damn good!  In no time he had her cumming yet again, getting some of her juices to dribble down his balls this time.  

"Not pulling out this time," he teased with a whisper.  "Not gonna fill your ass...it's all going in your womb...gonna knock you up real good..."

She tried to respond but could only manage a shivering moan of needy delight, pressing herself shakily into his thrusts, her body begging for his cream.  Gritting his teeth again, he gave her a few final hard thrusts, her rear slapping against his thighs, until with a low roar he lunged up into her and held there.  Ash squirmed and almost thrashed under him at the incredible feeling of that massive length pulsing in her for a few moments before that first glorious spurt of hot seed splashed tangibly against her innermost walls.  "Yesyesyesyes-" she squealed happily as he kept pumping into her, her paw joining Cynder's in groping his tip and feeling those thick jets of cream warming her core and slowly swelling her belly, this time in the way it was supposed to.  The king and queen watched in utter fascination and spiking arousal as Ash's belly distended and grew rounder and heavier until it was touching the floor.  Finally Spyro dismounted, slowly, letting her feel every intimate detail sliding out of her well-used tunnel.  He was still rock-hard and dripping pre, patting her rump and then quickly mounting his wife, Cynder gasping in surprise and then moaning in delight as that massive breeder length made itself comfortable in her womb again.  Ash shakily rolled onto her back and panted for breath, her paws holding her belly while she tried to recover. 

"Was gonna collect some cum after you were done..." Cynder mewled, unable to help herself as she pressed back into him eagerly.

"Like you said, I don't run out.  Gotta keep my best girl full."

"Then cum in me~" she urged, clenching herself tightly and rippling her inner muscles around his cock.  To her confusion he held her and then flopped back, carrying her with him so she was sitting up on his lap, giving the others a clear view of his balls under her pregnant middle and that bulge of his tip poking out atop her gravid swell.  "Give them a show huh?  Sounds fun~" she churred, and immediately started rolling her hips with a gentle bouncing motion, letting the other three ogle as his sac shifted around under her and that massive length remained fully buried in her tight passage.  She purred and blushed in delight at the attention, moaning under her breath.  Reaching down around her belly, she started to rub his huge nuts, each one much bigger than her paws, the black dragoness churring happily as she felt them start to cinch up.  It didn't take her much longer before she heard him grunt and felt his bits lurch.  Leaning back and letting him brace her back on his uplifted paws, she happily moaned out and held still to let the others watch as her belly grew bigger with his load, surge after surge of his delicious seed bathing the eggs within her.  "Mmmmph~ oooohhh this is so good..." she purred.  "Too bad that stacking pregnancies thing hasn't kicked in yet..."

"You'd get too big to fit in the train again," Spyro joked, patting her rump and getting her to wiggle playfully on his lap.  

A moan from the other side of the room caught their attention, Crax arching up off the pillows and bucking fast and hard into Merl, the queen mewling in surprised pleasure while he unloaded in her.  "Goodness!" she squealed, her tail tightly coiling around his.  "Crax- mph- are you...are you alright?"

He huffed and went limp under her.  "Wow..."

"That's the hardest I've ever felt you ejaculate!"

He blushed a little and laughed nervously, reaching up to mesh his paw with his wife's.  "Well...when surrounded by such...admirably sexy bellies full of new life...can you blame me?"

"Perhaps we should have Spyro visit us as soon as I've laid our first eggs and have him keep me pregnant until the curse is broken?"  She shot a sidelong grin at the purple dragon.  "The concept sounds utterly wonderful~"

The king rumbled to himself as his big paws fondled and playfully squished his wife's massive middle, feeling all that seed within her.  "You look so stunning like this..." he whispered, Merl giggling and leaning down to kiss him passionately.  

"We're finally going to have children..." she muttered, a small tear forming at the corner of her eye.  Crax wiped it away with his paw and nodded against her muzzle.  

"Finally..."

Ash was quite zonked out, just laying there with a silly grin and closed eyes as she revelled in the wonderful sensations still clinging to her body after being so deeply bred.  As Cynder pulled herself off Spyro's shaft slowly, she giggled in turn and nuzzled her husband, her tail coiling around his huge nuts.  "Feels good to help out?" she whispered as the purple dragon arose, still throbbing hard.

"Yeah.  Seeing them happy about it..."  He sighed softly with a little smile, then turned to his wife and kissed her.  "Just hope anyone else I have to impregnate here will be this joyful about it."

"Well, let's get that delicious cum outta your balls and into these jars for those who won't be so accepting."  As Merlstrom extricated herself slowly from her husband's grasp, Cynder smirked.  "Wanna help me... 'milk' him?  Seems your husband could use a break and the boys here still have some technical specs to discuss."

With a sultry grin, the aquatic femme nodded and waddled over.  "I'd love to assist in procuring the next generation for my kingdom."

Shaking his head with an amused smirk, Spyro laid on his side this time near Ash, the black dragoness having no compulsion to move from her comfortable spot while her paws rubbed and explored her burgeoned belly, Crax laying on her other side and rubbing her as well.  "Lady Ash, mind if we share some slow mutual pleasure?" he asked.

"Please do~" she churred, then moaned cutely as Crax eased his shaft into her green-scaled slit, Cynder and Merl situating a bottle near Spyro's tip and immediately going down on his cock and balls, the queen lapping up the stray globs of his seed and Cynder using her shadow phasing to protect his nads from her claws while she massaged them.  

"So...this is a bit awkward...but I guess productive..." Spyro mumbled, biting his lip as Merl suckled on his tip.

"Indeed.  Very unconventional, but two birds with one stone as the saying goes," Crax replied, flexing his cock inside Ash and getting her to moan again.

"Sooo..." she slurred, still feeling heavy and lethargic, "let's...ahem.  Sorry, I haven't...felt this post-coital relaxation in decades..."  Rubbing her eyes with a paw to try to collect herself, she blushed at seeing Spyro's face so close to her own.  "I...suppose we should discuss the current research on the engine conveyance attempts."

"Yes, before you pull him into it."

She wiggled, feeling the king's penis stroke her inner walls pleasantly.  "Mmmm...that feels nice.  Well...currently we have the standard track system, as you've seen.  We're working on a self-laying system, something that could perhaps magically contrive rails for itself, while also having land functionality like the one modified by the Apes."

"What stops you from having...like...broader wheels or something?" Spyro asked.  "Those would be better for land crossing."

"Yes, but most conventional materials cannot handle the weight stress of a train.  The solid metal wheels are so far the best we can produce while we research other methods.  There are ideas for a singular rail, once which could even be suspended above the ground upon pillars to remove it from public walkways.  The rail would be the power deliverance...which puts animals in danger as well should they come into contact with it.  But it would lessen the necessity of land clearance."

"I see..." Spyro mumbled, trying to imagine it.  "And...where are you on the magical rail idea?  Still theory?"

Crax shook his head.  "We actually have small-scale models which can operate the way we desire."  He smirked at Spyro's wide eyes.  "Small scale, mind.  Mere children toys.  Once it goes above a critical threshold, that particular model of magical conveyance loses integrity.  It's barely even useful for commercial purposes."

"However, where you come in..." Ash blushed again at the pun, "is the elemental theory.  How versed are you in the mathematical models of the elements?"

"I am...very much not.  It's a bit much for me, much to Volteer's disappointment."

"Not unexpected given your life so far.  Well, barring all the science jargon accompanying it, the theory models show that there is a distinct possibility we could 'forge' a rail or a system of parallel loops along a path, ones which could carry or at least power an engine.  It's much the same as the powers which loft the Floating Isles.  There are some probable magical components to it as well, but the theory states we would need an inordinate amount of elemental concentration to force these paths or loops into operation.  The mathematical models predict that once they reach a critical threshold, they should stabilize and remain as loops.  We do not have the capacity to focus enough elemental energy for the practical aspect experimentation."

"So I'm the battery and elemental flow maintenance."

"At first, yes.  We will need to see what you can do with these elemental forces in such extreme capacity.  From there we may be able to work out a method to bring down that danger potential and perhaps even find a way to generate such power ourselves without needing you to jumpstart it."

"I see...urf-" he grunted, Cynder and Merlstrom giggling as they got him to start cumming, Cynder grabbing the base of his shaft by his sheath and giving him a firm squeeze, Merl keeping his tip aligned with the opening of the jar.  Ash and Crax watched in amazement as rope after rope after thick hot rope of cum swiftly filled the container.  When it got near to full, Cynder let go of her mate's cock and quickly leaned in to suckle on the rest of his climax while the queen moved the full bottle and retrieved another one.  

"That is...terrifyingly hot to see..." Ash muttered, clenching on the king's large malehood.  "U-um.  so, that is but avenue we are seeking.  If we can suspend the line of power between two points, as shown in the concept art, we could create anchors that will allow for flexion between the world plates.  We were also working on the concept of tunnels, much the same as how Convexity connects two portals, there would be a field between two anchor points again, or a series of anchors, and the engine would roll through this containment field.  This would be preferable as it would offer better physical security."

"Mmm...there is also the idea of the portals, now that we have the concept finalized and practicing in select areas..."  Crax huffed.  "However, while it is closer to realization in the physical aspect...I believe you know of the stability issues."

"I do, yes."

Ash sighed.  "Those are the three main attempt paths we have at present.  Rails, tunnels, portals, and all with their own significant problems."  She felt the king's shaft start to throb harder within her.  "Are you about to finish, my lord?"

"Mmm...yes...but as I have had sex with Cynder this past night, I would not wish to complicate your hopeful pregnancy with...my contribution..."

"Are you saying i could bear an heir?"

"Yes."

"Oh dear."  He pulled out slowly and she curled her tail to help him align himself with her tailhole, giving him a shy nod and then moaning softly as he pressed in deep.  "Alas that we are bound by negligent pride in the nobility.  I would love to serve more as a mother to expanding the royal line."

Crax chuckled and humped into her.  "If not for the curse I would work to abolish the bloodline purity falsehood."

Spyro grunted as the two females servicing him got him to climax again, Merl churring in fascination as she held the jar still and watched the thick, hot gouts of potent seed splash within.  "I take it there is some...tension in the background?" Cynder asked as she kneaded her mate's heavy nuts.

"'Some' would be an understatement, yes..." the queen replied.  "There are a great many that take purity pride to the extreme, willing to kill for tainting their family line with lesser seed.  Willing to wage war for the sake of establishing their lineage as superior to others.  Your guardian Cyril...his ancestors were at war with ours for a great expanse of time, ages and ages ago.  All for establishing dominance.  Not for food, or profit, or land...just for...as the vernacular would go, bragging rights.  So much life lost, blood shed, families ruined by hate and vengeance...for pride.  And many among us would happily do it again, I fear."  She blushed as she watched her husband clench his teeth while he ejaculated in the toxin female's rear, both of them moaning softly.  "Truth be told, while I value the exclusivity with my husband...if I could, I would bear the future generations of our kingdom as well.  But not from these heady nobles.  A necessary evil that they conduct business and run finances...but if not for the utter necessity of the breeding program, they would have our heads for mingling with you, with Ash, with anyone else outside of this purity.  That dear Crax would fall for me, the princess of another tribe, is a coincidence bordering fateful.  They opposed me, but could do nothing when the 'purity' of my bloodline was revealed to them.  Then their frowns reversed and they lauded me...such hollow candor.  Crax and I wish to shovel this filthy mindset from the world...but it is a dicey process, watched closely from within and without.  Some of them will have to partake of this seed we procure...but it would not be done gratefully, and we must exercise caution of a scalpel edge lest the children suffer the wrath of pride over a thing they have no control.  Even if you two are heroes and world saviors and sheer powerhouses of elemental might...your blood is still 'lesser', not of noble birth.  Or, even known lineage, as is the case with many of the few survivors of those horrible anti-Dragon raids."

Cynder scowled.  "Were I still my old self I would tell them to wage war on me and see how far their oh so better blood gets them.  Leadership should be by merit and conscience, not genetics."

"Very much agreed, but alas, the old ways cling too tightly, and it is not just among our kingdoms and cities either.  The Apes, the Rhynocs, the Cheetahs and Moles and many other species, a large number of their communities run by bloodline.  Far too often is there this running notion of a son or daughter succeeding leadership and being better by association with their parental leaders.  The children of leaders are always put on a pedestal of expected greatness, even when a leader deposes a prior one.  The people flock to the better leadership merits...but the bloodline expectation is far too quick to settle in again."

Crax sighed and nodded, churring as his shaft flopped out of Ash and her paw moved down to rub and massage his balls.  "Were I in a better position, I would abolish my own kingship and institute a new government system of the citizens choosing their leader by merit rather than inheritance.  Inheritance spoils minds swiftly in times of peace, and exposes the rot in times of conflict.  My great grandfather was...a complacent bastard, to put it lightly, and we still suffer from his ineptitude.  While war raged about the kingdom, he insisted on his convenience, throwing parties and indulging in only the finest of foods and comforts while the people starved.  All because he 'deserved' it by virtue of his kingly bloodline.  His son deposed him and struggled to rein in the chaos, and the people flocked to him.  But, he could not do it alone.  Indeed, in the shadows it was his best friends that saved the kingdom through their toils and tinkerings.  He wanted them to rule in his stead, but the people and nobles especially would not hear of it.  He struggled and they toiled to keep him uplifted in the public eye.  He was not fit for leadership at all, but was forced to by expectation.  It is...not right."

Ash nodded.  "We are getting better, my lord...I've seen it within my own lifetime spent here.  Indeed, it is...a tad mind-boggling to think I could have such casual pleasure with you."  She blushed and giggled.  "But...with this set, I must ask, are you and the queen to remain exclusive after this, or are you open to more casual pleasures as your citizens enjoy?"

He rumbled to himself.  "It is a notion I will have to quietly probe among the nobility, much as I despise being so bound to their whims."

Quiet until now with the heavy discussion, Spyro huffed loudly.  "Would it be seen as an aggression if I were to declare that my cum cannot be granted unless conditions are met?  I've been told up one side and down another that if I feel pressured by something, I can decline it, but I feel there's a lot of pressure here that my declination would cause issues for.  Bloodline purity coming back to haunt my children is exactly something I don't want to feed into.  Would they shape up if they knew that they cannot have heirs unless they change their ways?"

Cynder nodded.  "I know they're gonna want me to cure the males too but I don't want uppity snobs mounting me."

Igneocrax and Merlstrom glanced at each other and shared a weary smirk.  "That is...well.  We both feared and desired that exact question from you."

Merl moved the third and final jar to the purple dragon's tip and started to slowly stroke his shaft.  "Truth be told...it is an endangering extreme, yes.  But...it may come to that.  That is why we've told you what we have thus far, so you are aware of at least some of the boiling pressures within this issue.  As the sole provider of potent semen...reason stands that yes, the agency for this decision is entirely yours.  However, they will be swift to argue ethics."

Ash grunted.  "I can already see them crying out that you are condemning many to die without children.  A culling."

"Indeed..." Crax grunted as he shakily stood up.  "But, it would have to come down to their realization that they only damn themselves by clinging to their false values in the face of our species facing extinction...and thus damning the planet itself."

"Not to interrupt but are you alright so far my lady?" Ash asked of Merl.  "Do you not need your bath?"

"Surprisingly no, I surmise it may be the...excess of drink my womb has consumed," she said with a shy giggle, Spyro blushing.  "I am already not as encumbered as I was by the time we gave in to slumber."

"No less sexy..." her husband growled lustfully, nuzzling at her back.  He then helped Ash roll to her feet, the black dragoness shaky from her estrus-amplified orgasms.  "I am of the mind that we should be able to continue at least occasional casual fun now that the proverbial dam has been broken, if that would be your desire, Lady Crusche."

"I would not be adverse to sharing pleasure with my king, after the graciousness you have shown me in rehoming myself and my kin."  She blushed again and added "Perhaps a future mate of mine would be interested in entertaining the queen as well."

"Perhaps."  Merl purred as she leaned in and kissed Spyro's tip, licking up a stray dollop of cum from his earlier climax.  "Mmmmm...I think for now I am quite well entertained between my husband and Spyro..."

Cynder nuzzled at the purple dragon's gold-scaled nuts and grinned as she felt him tense up.  "Third bottle about to fill up..." she churred, then flexed her jaw and carefully took his right nut into her mouth to suckle and tongue on him as best she could.  She grinned when she felt her mate tense up even more and then groan out, the watery queen keeping the last bottle firmly against his tip, his cum audibly splashing and sloshing against the enchanted glass.  When he nearly filled the whole thing, Merl darted in and suckled on his tip, purring between breaths as she drank the last few thick spurts of his climax.  

"Mmmmm~" she hummed.  "You are so lucky, Lady Cynder, to have such delicious seed when you desire."

Cynder blushed at the unexpected compliment.  Spyro slowly got up and shook himself off, his cock finally softening now that Merl's and Ash's heat scents were diminishing.  "Wow...gonna need a break for sure, I'm sore inside."

"No doubt, but thank you for your contribution," Merl said as she stored the bottles of his seed in her inventory magic.  "Despite the issues we have discussed, there are more than a few deserving females within our kingdom that will have first call on this."

"So are these issues the reason the Matrons have told us that they are screening females?" Cynder asked, Crax nodding.

"Indeed.  Of course, their reasons for the screening are quite valid.  Many of the 'snobs' as Cynder puts it have toxic home environs, and for the sake of the species we cannot risk having children raised and reared in detrimental home environments.  There is also a plethora of other anecdotal data to back up and denounce any opposition to this as well, from the Screenath and other research institutes.  Should they have issue with the choices and screening denials...they have a multinational independent coalition to fight against, and that is the first step we have successfully rooted in moving against bloodline purity."

Spyro gave a sigh of relief.  "I...actually forgot all about that.  That's good to hear."  

"Yes.  It's been a project long in the making, actually, but this species endangerment has lit the proverbial fire beneath them to move and solidify.  I do fear some will attempt to combat the coalition by force...but that is also within our preparations."  As Ash finally gained her land legs, he rumbled and licked her neck.  "I dare say though, Lady Crusche...you carry the pregnant look incredibly well."

She tittered and blushed almost uncharacteristically.  "I-well...um...th-thank you, my lord."

He moved over to his wife and nuzzled at her neck as well.  "Ancestors, I cannot wait to see how many you two shall bear..."

"Thinking of adding to my carry after all?" Ash teased, Merl giggling as her husband's paws rubbed over her belly.

"I think I would not be opposed to a friendly face also bearing my husband's heirs."

Spyro and Cynder shared a happy grin, the black dragoness purring and nuzzling against her mate and teasingly trying to push him over, then moving over to the side to retrieve their eggs and carefully tuck them into the scarf around her neck.  Crax sighed softly and kissed his wife's belly.  "I am...honestly quite tempted to try.  But...propriety.  I must gauge the risks first.  Life will be as it be...but caution is utmost at the moment.  We have dallied long here as well.  Lady Crusche, If you would discuss the details further with Spyro and Cynder."

"Me?" Cynder asked.

"Perhaps your aforementioned greater mastery of certain powers could prove handy as well for the research?  We must investigate as many avenues as possible, after all."

"Oh...um.  Sure."

As they made their way out of the room, Ash stumbled a bit, prompting Spyro to lunge forward and support her.  "Oh my...th-thank you.  I am ah...not used to such en-cum-berance."

Cynder burst out laughing, then blushed and cleared her throat.  "A-hum, apologies, that caught my tired mind rather sharply."

Ash giggled wearily.  "I...may need some recovery from this unexpected workout, and to gather my thoughts and research for the discussion."

"I'm a little out of it too from all that..." Spyro muttered.

"I shall have a servant retrieve the gifts.  Sir Spyro, Lady Cynder, thank you for entertaining our discussions," Merl stated, giving them a small nodding bow, the two bowing lower.  "I must return to my pool for a while."

"I shall accompany you outside," Crax rumbled as he adorned his robes again.  Spyro and Cynder took the cue to dress as well, Spyro also adding his new ball-bra to the mix with how sore they were feeling now.  "I had other business to oversee before the day's end.  I would like to invite you to overnight in the castle again if you desire, however if you feel the need for your room in the delegate quarters, that is fine as well."

Cynder blushed and Spyro gave a shy smile when Merl winked at him.  "We shall consider the offer, your highness, thank you for honoring us with your hospitality."

The crisp winter air felt quite nice after that stuffy sex room, and Spyro and Cynder stopped and stared at the sight before them - ice dragons were gathering the fallen precipitate and meticulously molding a number of snow statues, with Moles and Cats with their finer dexterity chiseling finer details, all working from the ground up.  Crax chuckled.  "Ah yes, finally.  The snow sculpture competition has begun."  Many of the artisans turned to them and bowed to their king, the fire dragon nodding to them and flaring his wings.  With a raised voice, he addressed them.  "May the Ancestors bless this competition and its participants with inspiration, clarity, endurance, and the best of luck!" he called out, getting a rousing cheer.  "I must do some rounds of inspections.  Feel free to explore as you wish.  I hear the bakery in the East Division is working on some delightful dessert options, Lady Cynder, and Sir Spyro, if you wish to unwind we have a library right next door to the bakery as well."

Glancing at each other, they nodded.  "Thank you, my lord, I believe that would be a wonderful idea."

"May the ancestors look after you."

"May they look after us all," they replied, and with that the two made their way along the paths down the central royal rise slopes, and to the East Division.  Lamp poles carved like vines, trees, and fish borne upon tall splashes of water cast a colorful luminescence even in the middle of the day, with a few crystals giving off visible swirls of magical particles which danced and snaked through the ornamentation.   Cynder nuzzled at the eggs and sighed softly, pausing to rotate them a little in the sling.

"Eggs okay?" Spyro asked, Cynder nodding.

"Just...instincts again.  I hope they hatch soon."

Passing by a cafe, Cynder blushed at the sight of a teenage dragoness bouncing on a much older dragon's cock while they chatted with another couple over a plate of meat and vegetables.  A group of kids, a mix of Cats and young Dragons, came barreling down the road with a large sphere of snow, trying to keep it from hitting anything on the sides.  Cynder watched the littlest ones, noting their stubby horns and small wings.  

The bakery was quite the scene, with an open eating area out front and a long glass counter full of delectable treats.  "Oooooo~ this looks amazing!" Cynder churred.  Spyro smiled and kissed her cheek.

"I'll be over in the library.  I'm a little...overloaded at the moment."

"Even after all that 'unloading'?" she quipped, then kissed him back.  "Alright.  Relax.  I think I'll hang out here and try to learn some new recipes."

He watched her saunter deeper into the building and sighed to himself with a fond smile.  She was taking initiative to hang out for once.  It was quite the pleasant change from her otherwise closed-in self.  

Nudging the library door open, Spyro inhaled deeply, enjoying that old leather and parchment smell mixed with the rich old wood of the shelving.  It reminded him of the books and scrolls Ignitus had let him peruse between his adventures.  The door swung closed behind him with a quiet swish of air, the plush rug under his paws cushioning and silencing his steps.  An older dragoness smiled at him from behind a counter.

"Greetings, Sir Spyro.  Do you require some quiet space?"

He gave an amused half-grin and chuckle.  "Yes, actually."

"Just around the corner behind me, we have some reading spaces with lovely comfortable furniture to rest upon.  Just don't fall asleep, we close at sunset."

He nodded and padded further in, ignoring her watching him with quite a bit of interest around the corner.  It wouldn't do to be impregnating females outside of the king's screening, after all.  Looking over the different content sections, he pulled a few books and looked at the synopses in the inner covers, then out of curiosity picked one that seemed to be some sort of fantasy adventure setting.  Selecting a room, he closed the door behind himself and slumped onto a lounge couch, relaxing for a few quiet moments.  The library had a soft ambience to it, some sort of string-based slow melody echoing through the very structure.  Putting his clothing away, he sighed softly as his balls draped over his tail.  Looking down along his body, he took a moment to stroke over his sheath and scrotum with a small frown.  "Would like to just take a while with Cynder and go back to our roots and just...not be bothered with all this for a while.  I just wanna spend time with her."  Shaking his head, he grunted and re-positioned a bit for better comfort, then opened the book and started reading.

In the back of his mind though, he couldn't stop the swirl of the information from earlier.

Much as he had feared, there were others that took the concept of bloodlines far too seriously.  
Would he...have to threaten them into submission with his powers?  
Risk open war?
Would they really go that far despite already being on the brink of extinction?  Sending soldiers or even going after him themselves?

Then again, the king and others had gone to great lengths to keep Spyro and Cynder's status as Patriarch and Matriarch a secret.  But...the information would leak eventually.  That letter had gone out against their authorization after all, despite being official.  

"Fuck you, Malefor..." he grumbled.  "Fucking asshole..."

The further he got into the book though, the more distracted he was, until there came a knock at the door.  Redressing himself with a flash of his inventory magic, he peeked out to find the librarian waiting for him.

"Sir Spyro, I hate to interrupt your reading but it is nearly time to close."

"Already?" he asked, peering at the upper windows and finding them dark with the low reds and purples of evening.  "Yikes..."

"Indeed, it nears sunset.  Your mate came seeking you as well."

"When?"

"Just now.  If you wish you may borrow the book, it must be returned before your departure."

"I think I will, thank you."  Up at the front, Cynder was waiting with a bag of treats.  She gave him a weary smile, clearly ready to crash for the night.  Sharing a kiss, they left the library quietly.  The streets were a beautiful sight at night with the slowly twirling colored light sources carefully calibrated to gleam in certain patterns off other glass surfaces, creating an ethereal relaxing display.  "Have fun at the bakery?"

"Mhm.  Got some nifty ideas to work on.  But wow am I tired.  It's been...a hell of a day."

"On that note, we should consider lodging options."

She blushed softly.  "Not gonna lie...as tired as I am...I could go for some slow sensual sex with Lord Crax again.  Y'know, help him build up that endurance.  And I know you have fun with Lady Merl."

"Heh...kinda, yeah.  I won't deny her enjoyment is infectious."

"Guess it's settled then?  Or do you wanna take a night for just us?  I'm fine either way."

"Mmm..."  Glancing at the sunset rays through the clouds above, he huffed and watched the puff of his breath condensation in the cold air.  "Yeah, why not.  We may not get much chance to spend time with them elsewise."

"Oh?  Spend time with them?  Would you consider them on friendly terms then?"

"Would you?"

She blinked at that.  "Mmm...perhaps?  Seems a bit fast to really say, but...they do seem a bit lonely for relationships that aren't just business.  Crax was quite sweet on Ash too, they seem to be good friends but strained by the professionalism requirements."

"True.  They do seem somewhat eager to chill with us too.  I'd imagine inviting us to sleep in the castle again is not a common occurrence."

"Seems not."  Nosing at the eggs again, she huffed against them, then leaned on him, the purple male hugging her with his wing.  "Feel like I need a vacation after this vacation.  Just us again like our honeymoon."

"Mmmm...I know.  But we'd have to make a routine of collection."

"Yeah..."

Approaching the palace, the guards let them back in.  One of the servants from earlier met them.  "Sir Spyro, Lady Cynder, welcome back.  The king and queen await you in their chamber."  They were led back up to the royal sleeping chamber, and after a knock on the door they were motioned in, the king already on his queen's back and thrusting into her slowly.  

"Sir Spyro, Lady Cynder, have you yet eaten?" Crax asked, rubbing his wife's back and sheathing himself in her, the queen biting her lip and moaning under her breath.

"We have not, no," Cynder replied, Spyro glancing at her in surprise.

"Didn't you snack at the bakery?"

"Snacking a bit, sure, but I haven't had a full meal since this morning."

"We...ah...mmmph~ haven't had much either..." Merl replied, then shivered and pawed at the floor as she climaxed, her tail curling tight around her husband's hips.  

"Perhaps a late meal?" he asked, dismounting with a trail of cum still connecting their loins.  

Some light snacks were brought to the room, Spyro munching on more of those pear and spiced meat pastries while Cynder sampled a small but filling array of ice creams and cold creme pastries, the royal couple sharing a bowl of spicy noodles.  "Mmmm."  The king rumbled to himself as he and Merl slurped up the same noodle and teasingly munched closer and closer together until they were kissing.  Cynder giggled and leaned on Spyro, the purple male hugging her with his wing again.  "In all honesty," the fiery lord mumbled, "It is truly nice to simply....hang out, as it were."

"Perhaps you two should take a vacation sometime and come visit the Temple soon.  We have a home of our own out by the Dragon Temple where we lived before all this chaos started."

Merl sighed softly, wistfully.  "If only.  Alas, the water car for the trains has been several years disrepaired.  Without it, I cannot travel long.  I suppose I could lounge in a much smaller pool as I do here, but...we still require more water to refresh it."

"You said you were doing rather well with so much of Spyro's cum in you?  Why not have him fill you nightly on the trip down?" Cynder asked, the other three looking at her with mixes of confusion, amusement, arousal, and astonishment.

"That...mmmm...would not be such a bad idea I suppose, if he would be amenable to it.  But such a venture would still be at the very least a year out."

"Indeed..." Crax mumbled, then covered his maw with his wing to stifle a yawn.  "It would take me quite a while to settle current accounts and institute reasonable governance in my absence.  My prior advisor that oversaw the kingdom for my absence regarding the train incident...and subsequent meeting of my lovely wife...has since passed untimely."

"Oh...sorry..." Cynder mumbled.

"He held perhaps a bit too much control, I am finding, and the void has cost me much time in repairing what he left undone.  Balancing the powers of kingship is...a very tricky and tiresome task.  Hence my earlier wish of instituting a citizen-led voted system instead with multiple representatives.  Ages ago when a king's word was law, it was far easier.  Nowadays, it is mostly paperwork and final authorizations, with little time to consider the formalities and consequences therein.  The nobles use this to their advantage to slip small building blocks to their gain past us when we are exhausted."

"Wow, you really could use that break then.  I suppose that's why you're 'hanging out' with us so much."

Merl nodded and blushed.  "It is an unexpected but very welcome reprieve to find you two are so accepting and open to us, without the pomp and circumstance and stuffiness of the nobility.  Unconventional as your upbringing may be...it is relieving to see good sense at the heart of the breeding issue."

Spyro blushed and Cynder tittered to herself, her wings rubbing her belly slowly.  She carefully took the eggs from her scarf sling and arranged them by her chest.  "It's been...quite the trip so far, I will say.  It was kind of funny in a way to hear all the reactions to your belly up there this morning."

The queen giggled to herself and fanned herself with her wings, her small chains of jewelry tinkling at the motion.  "I've never felt so...ah, what would the proper definitions be?  To be in front of my citizens so heavy with the promise of new life...quite the thrill indeed."

"They are already connecting the dots however," Crax muttered.  "Some are passing it off as some sex-play elemental trick the purple dragon can perform.  That would be the preferable story I suppose, much as I dislike having to deceive them for now.  But, safety first."

"Alas..."

Spyro huffed.  "Will I need to knock up any others while I'm here?"

"Nay.  The ladies we sent for the first round were the ones we knew could be trusted with the operation.  Unlike many of the other nobles, Emeralda and her family have good hearts and dedication to the kingdom's future."

Finishing his snack, Spyro stretched and teasingly lifted his tail to sway his nuts for the girls to see, Merl and Cynder giggling in approval.  "I cannot deny, that is such a sexy sight..." the queen churred.  "Such gifted testicles~"

"It's my favorite sight, though I do love any set of nice round male orbs," Cynder added as she winked at the king.  He purred as she sashayed her way over to him, emphasizing the swell of her belly with her side to side sway, while Merlstrom tittered and approached the purple dragon, leaning in under his tail to kiss and lick and nuzzle his heavy sack.  The girls spent a good while just loving on the boys' balls, getting them good and hard. until finally Merl couldn't bear to wait any longer and moved up over Spyro, moaning out softly as his generous length slipped into her body once again.  Bouncing lightly, feeling his previous loads sloshing around in her distended womb, she purred blissfully as she inched him deeper, then gasped out as he penetrated her cervix and she slid him all the way in, his tip making a pronounced bulge in her hide.  Cynder likewise straddled Crax's lap and took him into her body, churring as she sheathed his shaft in herself and his big paws began to fondly rub and stroke her pregnant swell.

"You ladies are so tantalizing when you're heavy with eggs like this..." he churred deeply, making Cynder shiver with gleeful pleasure.

"Since Spyro can force females to go into heat...perhaps he should impregnate Merl after she recovers from laying?"

"Mmmm~ I would certainly not be opposed to having my wife be so round and glowing with new life..."

"I can hear you two," she mewled out as Spyro arched up off the floor to thrust up hard into her.

"And the verdict?"

"If it's doable...mmmf~ I would love that..."

"Imagine if he could make females go into heat again even while they're pregnant..." Cynder continued with a naughty smirk, watching sidelong as the queen shuddered with a spike of arousal at the idea and almost climaxed right there.  Spyro growled softly and bounced her heavily on his lap.

"N-not so hard..." Merl panted, "want to go for a good while....mmmmph~"

Spyro's paws mimicked the king, stroking and playfully squishing Merl's belly, making her giggle and moan at the surprisingly good sensations.  "Wonder if it's your aquatic nature or just how sleek you are by comparison, but it sure seems like you're holding a bit more of my cum than most other girls can."

"Mmm~ ooooh d-don't tease me so .."

Cynder slowly swirled her hips, her partner in no rush to finish either, Crax laying back and groaning under his breath, the black dragoness astride him feeling his shaft throb powerfully.  "May I ask what earns that pulsing, my king?"

"Hrrf...just...thinking about eventualities..."

"Ooohh?  Like...perhaps breeding your princesses?"  She giggled at the resultant strong throb in her pussy.  "Seems someone really likes pregnancy..."

"When I was younger I was tempted to fool around with my siblings as they did.  My youngest sister loved to kiss my testicles."  He gritted his teeth and Cynder slowed down, letting his shaft pulsate within her while he tried to hold out.  "Mmm...she was always so eager to ride our brothers and father.  I can't deny I've always wondered what it would be like to share such intimate pleasure with a daughter."

"Give her eggs too?"

"If she desires..."

Merl clenched and shivered with a shaky moan on Spyro's cock, getting a raised brow from him.  "She getting you going too?  You want to breed your princes?"

She nodded and huffed.  "I would love to share pleasurable love with our sons...perhaps even bear their eggs too..."

"How lewd is the royal family allowed to be?"

"Not terribly sure about 'allowances', we could conduct ourselves as we please... mmmf~"  Her paws groped and rubbed the bulge of his tip in herself.  "But it is a balance of...hhhah...of image and personal life..."  She gasped out and quivered, her legs clenching and shaking with her breath as she climaxed atop him, courses of pleasure rippling through her.  "Oooohohh yes...s-so good..."  Her paws moved to rub her belly, a light purr rumbling in her chest between breaths.  "I...I hope to be this large with eggs..."

Cynder giggled.  "Like I said before...it feels so sexy in a way I never felt before~ and I love it."

"So very much...I can't...mph...I can't wait to...to learn how many I shall bear!"

Cynder churred as Crax held her hips, his penis throbbing dangerously inside her.  "Am I too much~?" she teased, earning a tired smirk from him.

"Do not test your king, Lady Cynder."

"Ah, but I am a sovereign diplomat.  I have no king."

"Oh, but you do, for are you not, in the vernacular, 'taking' me?"

She laughed, the clench in her insides making him hiss and strain, trying desperately not to cum yet.  "Ah, I suppose then yes..."

"Balls, puns, and tasty food, she's getting spoiled on this trip," Spyro groaned, his partner laughing too.

"Happy wife, happy life, is that not what they say?"

"Can't argue there."

The room fell quiet as they focused on their pleasure, soft huffing and moaning replacing the banter, until finally the king could not resist any longer and bucked up into Cynder, the black dragoness purring happily as she felt him creaming her tunnel.  His wife was not long after in arriving at her peak, shuddering atop Spyro and arching back in blissful ecstasy, getting him to growl under his breath and pant as he filled her again.  Merl squealed softly in excitement as she felt his load surging and swirling in her core.  "That...hff...is such...an incredible sensation..."  Holding her distended middle, she purred between her breathy panting.  "Imagine...if how much you swell a female...is how big she'll get with eggs..."

Cynder shivered with lust at the mental image, the king chuckling at her reaction.  "Guess all four of us have a pregnancy fetish."

Spyro gave a deep growling churr of agreement as he stroked and rubbed the queen's belly.  "So sexy..." he mumbled.

With a happy blush, Merl churred back and shivered with gleeful excitement, clenching on his shaft.  "I can't wait to see how many there will be!"

Cynder purred and slowly dismounted Crax's lap, both of them groaning out softly as his ridges popped free of her tight nethers.  "That was lovely...but I am getting quite tired from the day already," Cynder mumbled with a yawn, the king nodding.  

"Mmm...I am of the mood to keep filling my wife, myself...though I too feel the pull of rest."

"Shall we rejoin our other halves?" Merl asked with a teasing grin, Spyro nodding and helping the shaky dragoness slide slowly off his prodigious length, her legs quaking and nearly buckling as small gasps and squeaks escaping her as those barbs and ridges scraped over her post-coital sensitive nerves, until finally it sprang free and slapped her tail.  "Oh!  Bit of a mess...hehe.  But a fun mess~"

They divided to their beds, Cynder retrieving their eggs and nesting on the bed, while Crax mounted his prone wife and passionately made out with her.  "I can't keep away from you like this...what are you doing to me..." he rumbled, nuzzling her neck, the watery dragoness churring and hugging him tightly.  

"Then take me...all night if you want~"

Cynder giggled softly, then moaned out sweetly as Spyro slid himself neatly into her pussy and then spooned her, covering her and the eggs with his wing.  "Guess we added a bit of a flame to their love life."

"Seems so."  Licking her neck, he groomed her gently, Cynder craning her neck away from him so he could get to her scales better.  "I'd say the diplomacy has been going well so far."

"Mmmm~ I dunno if I could be this lewdly 'diplomatic' all the time...but yeah.  This trip has been so worth it.  Thanks for talking me into it."

"Dunno how much I talked you into it, but yeah.  Worth it."  Rubbing her belly with his paw, he pulled her snug to his chest while his other paw stroked along her throat plates, Cynder shivering lightly against him and purring loudly.  "Tomorrow's gonna be interesting...elemental research and all that."

"Yeah."  She yawned again and blinked a few times, her eyes feeling glassy.  "Wow.  Sho tired..."

It didn't take long for her to conk out, snoring lightly while Spyro kneaded her belly and chest.  He was much slower to sleep, his mind still racing with all the info dumps from the day.  Across the room he could still hear the soft grinding and plapping of wet scales and the passionate moans and gasps of bliss while the two royals made love.  

It felt nice to be helping them out like this...but he also hoped this wouldn't mean anything bad for the future children.  

Laying his neck over Cynder's, he let her slow breath lull him to sleep at last.  No use fretting about an uncertain future, not right now.