LEGEND OF SPYRO: GIFTED CURSE

CH ??IB-1??



Blushing at the scene down the road, Cynder couldn't look away.  A young dragoness, maybe only ten years old, was moaning happily beneath her father, the older dragon almost hiding her under himself as he laid on top of her and surrounded her with his legs and wings, the young one's head and tail the only parts visible as his hips slowly cycled back and forth.  She leaned her head back against her father's neck and moaned with a small shiver, no doubt reaching her climax already.  He grinned and gave her a slow lick along her neck plates.  After just a few more strokes, he gritted his teeth and she squirmed with a delighted moan while his tail flagged behind him.  Cynder gulped, knowing that action full well.  When the older dragon finally lifted himself up, he gave his daughter a kiss, one she returned joyfully, then patted her rump and ushered her off.  She materialized a cloak around herself from her inventory magic and sprinted off down the road, meeting up with several other kids, one of which was an older boy dragon with cum dripping from his tailhole.  Liiana was also with them, waving to Cynder and then turning to join the others.

Back at the delegate building, Spyro found her looking over some scrolls.  "Hey hun."

"Whahuh?  Oh, hey Spyro."

"You're distracted.  Something happen?"

"Yeah."  Rolling up the scroll, she gave him an odd look.  "Saw a young girl and her dad having sex outside their home.  Like...ten years old young, and clearly been doing it for a while."  Blushing, she glanced at their eggs.  "It...I mean, after hearing about it before...seeing it was like...wow.  This really does happen.  This really is...okay for us."

Moving over to hug her, he nuzzled at her neck.  "Lemme guess.  You wish you could have had a childhood like that.  And, stab in the dark, you probably would've lifted your tail for Ignitus too."

She giggled shyly.  "You know me too well.  Stop that."

"It's past us now, unfortunately...but we can have that with our children.  Sharing pleasure.  Showing them the wonders of the body."

"Mmm...yeah.  It hit me really hard because...I really wish my life hadn't been so fucked up.  But...at the same time...something in me also...wonders about these things.  We were both virgins when we started going at it in Avalar.  And...I'm still really grateful that I got to experience my first time...share my body...with you.  Waiting for a mate made it...special, I think? and I'm not sure if I want that for our kids or not.  If they start young, will they appreciate that special bond with a lover later?"

With a nasal sigh of thought, he hugged her with his wing.  "I think that's part of the 'interpolation' the Matrons told us about.  If we let the kids know that there's a specialness to sharing your first time with your lifemate, they can choose from there whether or not to save their virginity.  I'm pretty sure that's how it works here.  Liiana was a virgin until she came to me for eggs.  Emeralda told me her father was her first time, and she only had sex with him until she found her husband.  Her daughters opted for casual family and friend sex like Flame and Ember.  Let the kids make that choice for themselves.  Besides...just now you were sounding like you regretted not lifting your tail for Ignitus.  Would he have been your first instead of me?  We could theorize and circle on that for ages and never find an answer."

"Not...really 'regret' but...well, more regretful that we didn't have that option presented to us.  I get why they didn't, but at the same time..."

Licking her cheek, he purred softly to her.  "Let's be better than that then.  We can't change the past and it's no use fretting over what happened or could've happened.  We don't have that choice.  But our children will, if we inform them.  That's our job as parents.  To guide them in how to think for themselves when they're older.  Will some of them regret opting for casual sex instead of saving for a partner?  Will those who abstain regret not indulging?  Everything is a choice.  We choose to omit things every time we make a decision.  Nothing we can do about that but live with the choices we make."

Leaning on him, she purred back and fell quiet, her paw softly rubbing over an eggshell.  "Yeah...give them what we didn't have."

"We didn't have a lot.  But we can do better for them."  Nibbling on her neck, he added "Bet it was really hot watching them."

Blushing profusely, Cynder squirmed.  "So very hot...yet also incredibly adorable.  She was in so much pleasure.  It wasn't just sex for pleasure, it was them sharing love.  And...I don't know, maybe I'm kinda...excited? to see you doing that to our daughters?  Seeing our sons' happy faces while they cum inside me?"

He blushed at the idea of a young Cynder lookalike trying to take his cock, Cynder giggling when his penis practically shot up along his belly from its sheath.  "That's...um...a lot for them to try to take..."

"Yeah.  That was my other thought.  Lots of young girls will get to experience their father's cock, but...yours is so long, they can't reasonably take the entire thing.  Unless that weird thing about your Patriarch curse makes them...stretchy...enough for it?"

"Grown girls are one thing..."

"And it's super hot..."

"-but this entire thing inside a girl whose whole body is shorter than this?  That's...terrifying to think about."

"Yeah.  But if it does happen..well, more to add to the data about the curse at least I suppose?"

"I'd rather not think about having cocksleeve daughters."

"Or sons, hehe."

"....y-yeah, that too."  Leaning down, he nuzzled the eggs.  "I just want them to be cute and innocent as much as possible.  Enjoy life before they have to get bogged down with all this sexuality and other grown-up stuff."

"They can have fun without it bogging them down.  We did that, remember?"

"I guess so.  I just...I'm nervous about their future.  I don't want to do...or be...something that would end up hurting them or their ability to make good decisions for themselves."

"Afraid they'd get addicted to your cock like their mother?"

"...Possibly.  It's a valid concern.  Too much pleasure can be addicting, can burn someone out on anything else.  I mean...look at us.  We're having trouble finding other things to do outside of sex lately.  Everything else just isn't as engaging or fun or fulfilling."

"Mmmm...true, I guess."  Rubbing his neck, she added "though, the sex is part of our lives now as breeders.  Most others don't have that problem."

Silence fell for a bit until he nosed at her neck again.  "Watching her must've gotten you really riled up.  I can smell your need."

Cynder blushed and giggled softly.  "It was...very arousing to see..."

Spyro grabbed her tail and she squeaked when he lifted her butt up and dove under her, a long shaky moan escaping her when his tongue shoved into her pussy and he started to sloppily make out with her tight needy passage.  "So needy all the time..." he growled, giving a suckling kiss to her netherlips that made her legs quiver.

"Sp-Spyro-!"

With a grin he dove back into eating her out, the black dragoness clawing at the floor and huffing and panting.  In barely a minute he had her squealing into her paws, her body quaking and her juices gushing into his mouth.  "Mrrrr~ wonder if our sons will enjoy getting their mother to gush like this..."

Gasping for breath, the black dragoness tried to recompose herself with a few deep breaths.  "Ancestors that was fast..."

"Riled you up more than you thought, hm?"

She gave a shy smile and hid her face in her wing, Spyro moving over to pull her wing aside gently and then kiss her cheek.  "Yeah...it was really hot...but...I think what really got me going was...the intimacy.  More than just hot that she was taking her father's penis so casually...I think what got me going was how much she was enjoying it.  The love there."

"Mmmm...I know the feeling."  His paws stroked over his wife's body, making her shiver and purr in anticipation.  Kneading along her neck, he pulled her into a passionate kiss, the two of them pressing their bodies together and embracing tightly.  His member throbbed against her huge belly, Cynder giggling in appreciation.  

"Spyro...I love you so much..." she whispered into the kiss, then giggled again as he edged over her and eased her onto her back on the bed nearby.  Rather than with words, he replied by nibbling down her throat and grooming her chest, rubbing her belly with his toepads firmly, getting her to squirm and blush and arch back with a heated moan.  Diving into her muff again, the purple dragon made love to her nethers again, licking, kissing, nibbling, and tonguing her pussy, grinning to himself as he felt her legs twitching and clenching by his head.  Moving back up over her and nibbling the entire way, sratching her lightly with his sharp teeth, he dragged his long cock and heavy balls along her tail and slid right into her eager entrance, Cynder wrapping her hind legs and her tail around him to welcome him to her body.  Kissing her deeply again, he started giving deep, long thrusts, draggong his barbs and ridges along her passage, then he leaned in and firmly bit her shoulder with a lustful growl.  Cynder couldn't help the breathy moan of submission as that bite overrode her senses, going slack under him, letting him sensually ravage her.  

"My beautiful...sexy...wife..." he grunted between thrusts.  His paws were all over her body, hitting every erogenous spot to heighten her pleasure.  In no time he had her melting on the bed with a shaky cry of bliss, her climax wracking her body, the purple male holding her steady while she drenched his crotch and legs with her sweet fluids.  Once she calmed enough that she wasn't about to buck him off the bed, he bit her other shoulder and kept going, stroking his cock through her cervix and against the eggs in her womb.  "I love you..." he whispered, hugging her hips tight and growling against her scales as he unloaded, Cynder climaxing a second time with the heat and force of his cream in her core.  Relaxing by her side, he held her paw to her belly, both of them feeling his cum swirling under her stretching middle as it swelled outwards against him.  

"Thasssooo hot..." she purred.  He kissed her once more and she purred into the kiss.  "Ancestors, Spyro, I still can't get over how much you cum...it feels soooo damn good..."

"All for you~" he rumbled, grooming her neck gently.  She purred and relaxed against him, closing her eyes and letting her other senses take over for a bit.  

Their reverie was short-lived however, the bell outside their room giving a small tinkle.  "Sir Spyro, Lady Cynder?  Lady Emeralda would like to meet with you at her abode."

Giving a nasal huff against her scales, the purple dragon slowly extricated himself from his wife, Cynder pouting but moaning under her breath as all those intimate details popped back out of her cervix and stroked along her walls.  "We'll be out shortly, thank you."

"Mmmph..." Cynder spread her legs a bit wider as she craned her neck down to watch that generous length slip out of her, until with a loud lewd wet noise his tip popped free and flung a bit of cum up along her belly and onto her nose, making her squeak and giggle.  Licking up that tasty thread of seed, she pulled him forward with her wings, Spyro rolling his eyes with a smirk as she slowly but steadily deepthroated him to clean him off, his balls resting on her belly and her paws massaging them.  "Mmmmmm~..."

"Don't spend too long making out with my penis."

"Mmmm..." she whined around him, suckling a bit more fervently and swirling her tongue around his ridges and soft barbs.  Finally though, she pulled back and he eased off from over her, the black-scaled female giving his tip a suckling kiss.  "Dunno if it's the pregnancy hormones but I just wanna slut it out on your dick all day."

"Sadly that'll have to be later."  Stepping off the bed he donned his regal winter gear from his inventory magic, Cynder being decidedly slower with the heft in her middle but no less graceful as she practically slithered off the bed to join his side.  "How you do that, I will never understand..."

"What?"

"You're so sinuously graceful even while you're practically dragging my cum around.  You move so beautifully."

Blushing, she giggled shyly.  "I dunno, I just do it.  Though...it...does help to be appreciated for it..."

Kissing her cheek, he nuzzled her and she necked him affectionately, purring softly together for a moment.  "I love you.  So much."

"Dork..."

"C'mon."

A servant was waiting for them in the foyer, bundled up against the inclement weather.  They wouldn't have guessed it from how the building sheared the wind with its design, but right outside the door was a swift, howling gale that nearly whited out the entire town.  "Oh!  That's terribly brisk!" Cynder squeaked.

"It is not far, but we should hurry."

"Agreed."

Even with "not far", it was still a hike to trudge against the piling snow and the whipping ice particulates.  Cynder was half-tempted to ask about the royal litters, but figured that was for showy transport.  Spyro kept a wing over her, mostly to ward the wind off her burgeoned middle.  Emeralda's place was usually a gently curved, almost seashell-styled building, though with the weather as it was, now it was almost entirely a snow dune with a single melted path to the lantern-lit doorway.  Once they were in the melted path, they had some peace from the wind, instructed to knock as much of the snow and ice from their clothing as they could before entering.  

"Welcome, Sir Spyro and Lady Cynder," the elderly noblelady greeted with a dip of her head.  She was done up in a puffy fur cloak a few shades darker green than her main scales.  "I apologize for the sudden summons, but there was a matter I wished to discuss with you privately.  Come, make yourselves comfortable, I have some drachalla tea mixed with honey and some finely ground dragon's breath flake."

"Only a small pinch, I imagine?" Cynder asked.  

"Oh indeed, hardly a few grains even, but enough to warm a cold body after that walk."

As they entered the adjacent room, they found a younger couple and their two daughters already there, the kids barely ten years old themselves.  "This is my great-granddaughter and her cousin-mate, Lady Augrana and Sir Ashtooth."

The Earthen female and Fire male stood up and bowed deeply to the two, Spyro and Cynder bowing in reply.  "It is an honor to meet the world saviors," she muttered, a bit shaky, clearly nervous.

"Hello and well met," Spyro replied, hoping it was the correct greeting.  "Is there some sort of trouble?"  In the back of his mind he was hoping it wasn't some sexual issue.

"Trouble...in a way I suppose," her mate replied, sitting down as Spyro and Cynder arranged themselves on a long lounge couch.  "It is not about the breeding situation, at least."

Augrana sighed deeply.  "This is embarrassing..." she whispered to him, prompting him to nuzzle her.

"Go ahead."

There was a long pause, before Emeralda sighed as well.  "I suppose I should break the ice with some context for our guests.  You see, she is to come into inheritance within a short while.  Her uncle, his father, is on his deathbed."

"Oh no...I'm so sorry to hear that..." Cynder whispered.

"He has made his peace, but he is adamant that she learn to better control her elemental power if she is to maintain rank alongside her mate."

She gulped and nodded.  "I-I...I've...um...I've struggled with...with my...with my Earth power all my life...a-and it's important to us that we have better control with it..."

Her mate held her paw and nuzzled her again, then looked to the hero couple.  "My name, Ashtooth, is not my given name, but an honor title for seeing combat in the Destroyer War.  With my fire power I incinerated nigh on two hundred Grublins.  I...should contextualize with the fact that I am not a trained soldier."

"That's impressive for a non-combatant," Cynder agreed.  "Was Anglapala that hard-pressed?"

"The capitol here, no, but I hail from one of the northern outlying watch villages.  Unfortunately, my defense of my home has created...some outside friction for us, largely the comparison between myself and my wife."  The following silence grew a little awkward until he nuzzled Augrana again.  "That is your cue, love," he muttered.

"But..."

"Is there some sort of requirement for elemental ability?" Spyro asked, glancing between them and Emeralda for explanation.

"Culturally, yes," the eldest replied.  "She will be expected to prove her inheritance...it is unfortunate but many of the nobility take the bloodline purity too strictly and expect that deserving children and their mates should have a high degree of elemental capacity, finesse, and power."

Augrana's paws tightened.  She looked close to tears.  Giving Cynder a small nuzzling nudge, he prompted her to give him space to get up, nodding respectfully to the earth dragoness.  "Let me see.  Give me your anger."

"I...what?" she asked, momentarily stunned out of her speech etiquette.

"I want you to hit me as hard as you can with your Earth power."  The three nobles and two little girls stared at him in shock.  "Don't worry.  I'll contain it so nothing is damaged."

With a worried look at her mate, she shivered.  Ashtooth nosed at her again.  "You need to do this, Ana.  Please.  I know this is a ridiculous expectation from the others...but it is one we must abide by."

"What if she doesn't?" Cynder whispered to Emeralda, the old one's face darkening.

"Their union will no longer be seen as valid and either she will have to leave him and their children...or they will all have to leave."

Cynder had to fight herself incredibly hard not to growl out at that.  "Forgive my lower language but that is fucking stupid as hell."

"It is very fucking retarded," the elder replied in a small whisper, unable to help a small smirk at Cynder's surprised brow-raise.  "Trust me, no one but the highest nobles like it...and they're the ones in charge of the marriage certificates."

Standing up, Augrana sighed deeply.  "I don't know if..."

"Don't think about anything else but hitting me as hard as you can."  Spyro de-robed himself, his clothing flashing dimly and vanishing into his inventory.  

"Mama...I wanna see your Earth power!" one of the little ones piped up.

"Yeah!  I wanna see too!"

Biting her lip, she hesitantly looked at the purple dragon sitting in the middle of the room, then at her family, Ashtooth giving her a smile and a shooing motion with his wings.  Her daughters sat there with wide eyes, little tails wagging.  "I...f-fine..."  She blinked and rubbed at her eyes with her wings as she approached the purple dragon, blushing.  "I...but if they hear I attacked a visiting dignitary..."

"What happens here stays here," Emeralda said firmly.  Cynder's eyes glowed silver as she slowly exhaled, leaking some of her Wind control and sealing the room.

Sitting up a bit, Spyro lifted his paws out to his sides slightly, the air shimmering with etheric power, making the others except for Cynder shiver at the surge.  "Nothing here will be damaged.  Go ahead.  Show me."  She sat up and shakily inhaled, but then second-guessed it and shook her head with a whimper.  "How angry are you at their audacity?" he whispered.  "They're going to ruin your life, all for pride, all for image, all for some stupid standard?  It's their fault, isn't it?" he goaded, seeing that fear in her eyes turn swiftly to anger.  "Yep.  Show them.  Are you really going to let them take you from your kids?  Your mate?"

"NO!!" she screamed and blasted him with an Earth Shot breath, the clap of the energy making the room shake.  Cynder's silvery eye-glow flashed a bit at the strain of the sonic outburst.  Augrana panted, then backpedalled with a wide-eyed whimper of shock.  "I-I-I'm so sorry-"

"Hey.  Look."  He flared his wings a bit.  "I'm fine.  Look around.  Nothing's damaged?"

Glancing around, she gulped.  "N-no..."

"You can do this.  What else can you do with your element?"

"Um...well..."  

Reaching out with a paw, he produced a rock, one of the samples Terrador had given him for studying how to transmute stone for portal frames.  "Lift this without touching it?"

She stared at the stone, then breathed out slowly.  The rock quivered and vibrated, then lurched into the air and fell out of his grip, Spyro catching it before it hit the floor.  "I can...really only use an Earth Shot..but not even very well..."

Her daughters were leaning side to side to watch, but one leaned to the other with a whisper, "I didn't know purple dragons had such big testicles..."

Spyro missed it, but the others heard it, Cynder failing to suppress a surprised giggle.  Augrana turned and gave her daughters a surprised look of audacity.  "What?" Spyro asked.

"Nothing, nothing, carry on," Cynder remarked with a paw over her mouth, looking ready to burst out with rolling laughter.

Augrana shook her head again and turned back to Spyro.  "I don't...understand how attacking you will help me."

"It will.  Show me your Earth Shot.  Hard as you can again."

Setting her paws and grimacing, she inhaled and then gave a sharp exhale with a green rippling blast of earth power against his scales, the little girls staring wide-eyed as that destructive power simply washed over his scales and then winked out on impact with his shimmering control field.  

"Good.  Now, deep breath.  Show me how long you can maintain it."

Giving a few deep breaths, she gave a shaky exhale, the ripples of green power matching the shakes.  Breathing out as long as she could, those ripples began to lose intensity until there was barely any earthen light left and she gave a sucking gasp.  "Ow..."

"Okay.  Last one.  Close your eyes.  I'm going to cover your ears with my air power so you can't hear.  Just zone out and relax.  Listen to your breath, your heartbeat in your ears.  Listen to you.  Try not to think about anything else.  And when you feel ready, blast me.  Hard as you can, long as you can."

Giving him a small, frustrated glare, she sighed and nodded and closed her eyes.  Spyro's eyes glowed silver like Cynder's, and suddenly she was blind and deaf to the world.  It was shocking at first, but with a few deep breaths she allowed herself to relax.  

"Daddy...what're they doing?" 

"They're trying to find out why she can't access all of her Earth power."

"But what is he doing?  Why's the air so wavy and sparkly like that?"

"I...don't know."

Spyro shot them a small sidelong grin.  "It's Aether power.  The core of all elements."  Their eyes widened in awe.  

Augrana took a few more deep breaths, just sitting there in the imposed silence, then slowly set her paws again, took a lower stance and a deep breath.  With a sharp exhale she blasted the purple dragon with a brighter and much stronger Earth Shot, and held it with a small, barely audible yell over the rippling pulses shaking the air around them, until she ran out of breath and opened her eyes, panting and looking at herself in surprise.  Spyro removed the deafening sonic block around her.  "Wha...what was that?  I felt...something different..."

"Have you not felt that before?"

"No, never!"

"That was a much stronger and more focused Earth Shot."

"...Truly?" she whimpered, looking to her family.

Ashtooth was staring at her in shock.  "Ana...are you alright?  Where was all that?"

"All what??"

"It was so bright Mama!!"

"It shook my ears!!"

She looked up at Spyro in surprise.  "I can't have...did I?"

"It's as simple as Terrador said..." he muttered, lowering his control field.  "So, basically, you're overstressed and thinking way too hard into it.  You're creating too much tension."

"B-but...I thought...wasn't the meditation enough?  This is...it's too simple a fix after all this time!"

"Were you meditating with other noise and stimulus around you?" he asked, Augrana opening her mouth to reply but then staring into nothing as she thought back.  

"Yes...at the temple...but it's relaxing there, how was this relaxation any different?"

Shaking his head, he sighed softly.  "Sometimes, even the relaxing stuff in the world around us can keep that stress tension going even when we don't feel it.  But when you isolate yourself and just focus on finding your core, reflecting on your own breath and pulse, and try to let everything else go, it helps to relieve that tension.  Your elements are much like your muscles and blood - if you get too tense, things get blocked up, restricted.  I think you were also much too focused on the 'breath' aspect of a dragon's elemental breath.  You were pushing too hard to lace your breath with your already strained earth energy, which causes even more constriction."  He could see the gears in her mind turning as she looked at the floor.  "I'm betting all this nobility stuff and the responsibilities of your family status have been a major stressor all your life too."

"...Y-yes...very much so..."

"Yeah.  The self-doubt and stress can be a huge factor in your elemental output.  So far as I understand, elements come naturally to some while others have to ease their bodies into it.  You're the latter I'd guess.  But, you do have some really deep potential with it...just very unpracticed."

"Is...that what I felt?" she asked, lifting a paw and flexing her toes.

"What did you feel, exactly?"

"I felt...strange.  Like...there was warm stone under my paws...and sunlight on my wings, but only for that duration of the breath.  And my blood felt...hot."

He squinted at that.  "How hot?"

"I'm...I'm not sure.  Maybe...like the hot springs?"

"Is that...bad?" Ashtooth asked.

With a low rumble of thought, the purple dragon huffed.  "It's...well.  Neither good nor bad, strictly.  I had a similar case before the Eternal Night.  All those elemental powers backing up."

"Backing...up?  Elemental powers can do that?  I've never heard of that..."

Cynder shook her head.  "It's a rare condition, but both he and I had it to various extents.  Dragons can go their whole lives without using their elements, potentially, but it's not good for the body in the long run.  Aether flows through us, into the planet's fiber.  We're like colored lenses focusing different elemental strains into the planet.  With passive usage, that's fine, but sometimes that Aether strain of disuse can cause...various physical problems.  If you have a higher capacity, it gets worse faster."

"Yes..." her mate continued, "and trying to use your elements when you're strained or blocked by tension or drainage creates...a sort of exercise dam, in a way.  By using your elements, you develop greater efficiency of Aether flow through yourself, but that also makes it want to flow more freely through you...and you have to bleed some of that off through usage.  It's a sort of feedback loop.  By trying to use it while you're strained, it wants to push through you at a greater pace, but you still can't handle that pace.  That rush you felt was the dam breaking a little and more Aether flooding through you as you focused it into Earth.  And it wants to keep flowing through you into the planet.  You need to work on breaking that dam further through proper practice.  You have a much greater potential for it, but haven't reached that potential, and it's trying to flow through you to match that potential, not what you actually bleed off.  Do you understand the analogy?"

"Very much so...and it...it frightens me, what happens if I cannot do more than that?"

"Well...admittedly, not much.  It's not like you're gonna explode or melt or anything.  It just causes anxiety, more tension in the body..."

Cynder huffed.  "For me it caused some...well...arousal spikes.  Really intense."

"...Ahum, well, that too I guess, yes..."

"Is that why I get really aroused a lot?" one of the girls asked, her hips ever so slightly shifting as she rubbed her slit against the floor.  

"Auracral!  Not in front of others!" Augrana hissed.  Her husband huffed in thought.

"That...might explain some things, but you're also very young and your body is going through development."

"But I'm not as horny as she is!" her sister complained.

"Shush!" Augrana hissed with a blush, glancing at Spyro and Cynder, but Emeralda giggled and shook her head.  

"Children will be children I suppose."

Ashtooth rose and nudged his daughter with his nose.  "I suppose we should retire to the other room and take care of this...issue."

"But Daddy I wanna watch Mama's elements stuff!"

Cynder blushed at the implications.  "Well...I don't mind if they take care of it here, assuming that's normal for your culture?"

"It is, yes, I just do not wish to impose."

Spyro blushed but shrugged.  "I...guess it's fine."

"If you're sure then...alright Auracral."

"Yay!" she squeaked, lifting her tail and scooting back as her father sat up on his hinds, exposing his growing red length.  Cynder watched with a racing pulse as they got comfortable, Ashtooth settling himself over his daughter and easing his penis into her young, tight little pussy, the fiery girl moaning adorably with a huge smile.  "Mmmm...that feels soooo good!"

The size difference was almost the same as when Spyro and Cynder had first joined the Temple, her father dwarfed her, the young girl nearly able to hide beneath him entirely as she enjoyed the slow roll of his hips thrusting an unseen amount of his penis into her.  Her sister pouted, then blushed at Spyro before rolling over in front of the two and spreading her hind legs.  "Can I too, Daddy?"

"Of course..." he churred, dipping his head down and giving that little slit a soft kiss and then a suckle as he eased his tongue into her little body.  She arched against the floor and bit back a moan, her small wings fluttering under her and her toes alternately curling and spreading.  

Cynder's eyes were glued to the incestuous lovemaking, her pulse racing.  Spyro was also quite distracted.  Hearing about dragon children enjoying sex was one thing, but to see it was...quite another.  Augrana huffed, redirecting his attention.  

"Well...I was not expecting it to go this way but...Auracral has...oh what's the term...precocious puberty?"

Spyro froze.  "I...hope that's...not what I think it means...?"

"Early development, yes."

Emeralda's eyes flew wide.  "...Oh dear, I forgot completely about that..." she whispered, her paw over her mouth.

"Is...that a problem?" Augrana asked, suddenly uncertain with the tension in the air.

"I...hrm.  I hope she's not far enough along to...go into heat."

"No, this only began maybe a month ago.  She may start going into heat within a year but certainly not this early."

He slumped a little bit in relief with a deep huff.  "Oh that's good."

"With all the sex lately I forgot about his balls and the pheromones..." Cynder whispered.  "Damn..."

Emeralda strode forward to her confused younger relative.  "Well, it's only fair you know now, but it is absolutely not to leave this room..."  She leaned in to whisper to her, Augrana's eyes flaring in surprise and staring at Spyro in mixed confusion, awe, and a little trepidation.  "Sir Spyro, I think it wise you...cover up?"

"Yes, I forgot all about that...my deepest apologies," he muttered as he shifted and his inventory magic flashed dimly, his heavy sack now cradled in the armored codpiece.  "So...perhaps we should continue?"

"Uh...y-yes..."

Ashtooth was watching sidelong, their two daughters too distracted by the wonderful sensations in their loins from his ministrations while Spyro brought up his elemental control again.  "Okay.  Try it again but try to mimic that feeling from before."

Cynder smiled wistfully, a little sadly, seeing almost a direct reflection of Ignitus helping Spyro with various fire techniques.  The purple dragon looked so similar to the old Fire Guardian as he grew older, those gentler sagacious mannerisms not helping the differentiation.  It was just like watching the old Guardian try to help Spyro recover his elements after he'd rescued her.  Augrana sighed deeply and closed her eyes, trying to filter out the slow sensual noises of happy little girls getting pleasured by their father.  Spyro covered her ears with the sonic control again, deafening her to everything but her own breath and pulse.  She slowly breathed out and then gasped and shuddered at the subsequent hot rush of adrenaline and pure earthen force that jolted through her, then shaking her head and gritting her teeth she blasted Spyro again, the girls gasping and staring with wide, spooked eyes at the intensely bright green flash washing over the purple and gold scales.  Ashtooth grunted and then chuckled wearily.

"Ow..."

"What?" she asked, having heard that as Spyro dropped the air control around her.

"You startled them and she squeezed me quite vigorously."

"I wish I could see it..."

Spyro nodded.  "Then keep your eyes open.  I'll deafen you again to keep that distraction clear, but this time hit me with your eyes open.  If you need to, imagine I'm not here, I'm one of those lords threatening your family."

She grimaced and nodded, closing her eyes as her world went quiet again.  Breathe in, breathe out.  Thump, thump, thump of her heart in her ears.  But there was something...more, this time.  It didn't make a sound yet she could hear it in her mind's ear, a rhythmic flowing noise like sand flowing, if she had to put it into words, yet not quite sand either.  When she went to mimic that rush of her ether for a breath attack it swirled and rose around her, through her, across her skin and scales, through her core.  It was such a strange feeling, yet exhilarating.  Conjuring the faces she loathed most, those sneering, prideful, arrogant, holier-than-thou faces, she opened her eyes with a snarl and exhaled sharply.  The green flashes of the earth's potential to kinetic energy nearly blinded her and for a moment she thought she'd blasted Spyro away, unable to see him through the afterimages buzzing her retinas, but with a few blinks it began to fade and he was still sitting there with a small but proud grin on his muzzle.  

"I...I've...I've never been able to do that!" she gasped, sitting back and staring at her paws.  That heat and force of her element dully throbbed in her body after the adrenaline rush.  It was also doing...things...lower down that she dared not bring to the fore, not after chastizing her children.  "This...is my earth power??"

"Somewhat.  The dam is breaking more and more, and more power is flowing through you than really should.  You're bleeding off some of that excess.  But, this is also a good thing - you're also training your body to handle that greater output, and if you can grasp that, then yes, this level of output can easily be yours.  But it will take practice.  But, not too much either.  You can hurt yourself if you force too much ether through when you're not used to it.  Like hitting a training dummy too often when you're already bruised."

"I see..."  Flexing her paws and still feeling that strange flow through her body, she allowed herself a small smile, a little tear forming at the corner of her eye.  "Wow...I...I can actually do this?  I thought..."

Emeralda purred and nuzzled her great-granddaughter.  "You see, little one?  You can.  I suppose we shall have to more thoroughly address the anxiety issues, though.  That seems to have been the metaphorical dam."

"Y...yes, madra...but would we be able to find help outside of this locale?  I do not wish for the news to upcycle to those...fools."

The old family matron nodded.  "I will see what we can do.  In the meantime..."

There was a soft groan as Ashtooth arched and buried his shaft in his daughter, the young girl quivering and moaning in blissful delight as he unloaded in her little body.  Her sister was not far behind, pawing at her father's nose and squealing as she came on his tongue.  Cynder giggled, blushing.  "That's so cute to see..."

He panted and gave her a sidelong shy smile.  "It's tough but...it's rewarding."  

"Daddy...can I stay on your penis for a while?" Auracral asked, wiggling under him.  "This feels too good to stop..."

"Yes, but if your sister wants a turn it'll be her turn after."

"How often do they have sex?" Cynder whispered to Emeralda.  

"Not nearly as often as the girls would like to.  Auracral has a high sex drive, Emica doesn't...yet."

"Are they the only children they have?"

"Yes.  Augrana doesn't go into heat very often.  Stress and genes have hit her unfairly hard.  And before you ask, no, they're not looking for more at the moment, not with all this drama of inheritance to balance."

"Figured as much."

Augrana shivered, fighting her increasing arousal.  "I feel...strange..."

"You might for a while," Spyro explained, sitting more properly now.  "Your body needs to get used to that flow of elemental energy.  Sounds like you've been deprived of it for a long time."

"Did...did you ever go through this?  You sound like it."

He nodded slowly.  "Several times.  I grew up not knowing I was a dragon, so I was late in developing my fire breath.  Then it just suddenly...burst out, in defense of my brother.  I felt so strange for days after that, but it leveled out as Ignitus trained me at the Temple.  Then after I freed Cynder from the Dark Master's hold, I was completely tapped of all my powers for a few months at least, and when they came back I felt that hot feeling again.  And it happened again when I had to use all my power to shield us from the Mountain of Malefor collapsing on us at the Eternal Night, and once again after I used all my power to try to keep the planet from exploding.  I haven't gone for years of withdrawal, mind, but...the sensation is no stranger to me at this point."

"So that's how you knew so quickly how to fix my problem..." she whispered in awe.  "Wow..."

"Some training and advice on it from the Guardians too, but yes...mostly personal experience."

"Can we...test the strength?  I need to see for myself what it can do."

"Of course.  I have some various stone samples you can break apart."  With a slow breath, he formed a crystalline stand, perhaps flexing a bit too much of his control with how ornate and shiny it was, then pulled a large piece of granite from his inventory and placed it on the stand.  "See if you can reduce this to sand with an Earth Shot.  We'll have to work on your breath attack flexibility and see if you can use Earth Bombs or other forms, but for now your Shot is the most stable and reliable for you."

"How hard is this to turn to sand?" she asked, reaching up and knocking her knucles a few times against the stone.

"Intermediate.  If I remember Terrador's lessons correctly, a late teenage Guardian applicant would have this as their second stage test.  I don't have a sandstone piece for the first stage, sadly."

"Alright...but are you sure?"

"If you're worried about your output, go ahead and see.  What you did to me earlier was impressive, but you're right, you need to see exactly what it's capable of.  Go ahead.  Let me know if you need the deafening again."

Setting her paws and flexing her wings nervously, she glared at the rock, trying to imagine it was one of those haughty nobles again.  Her daughters watched closely, as did her husband, his hips pausing.  Emica even crept closer a little in her curiosity until Ashtooth reached out and gently but firmly grabbed her tail.  With a harsh yell Augrana bleted out a powerful and blinding Earth Shot, Spyro's control field flashing and rippling as sand shards went flying like bullets against it.  Panting, she shook her head and blinked.  All that was left was a fractured and blackened portion, swept on the forward edge from the force of her breath.  Over half of it was gone.  Her eyes widened in shock.  "It's not entirely gone," Spyro remarked as he gingerly picked up part of it and it cleaved in half, "but I'd say for not having access to much of your power for most of your life, that's pretty damn good.  You're naturally almost where you should be for your age I think, you just need more practice and refinement for it."

Poking at the fallen cleaved half, she rubbed her toepad across the surface and then stared at the sandy grains remaining on her paw.  "That's...wow...that was me??"

"Entirely."

She stared at the rock for a few moments, her eyes watering.  Emica came up to her and stood up to nuzzle her mother's neck.  "Mama?  Are you okay?"

Augrana sniffled and smiled, wiping her eye with her wing.  "Ye-yes...yes, I...think I just may be...finally..."  Sitting up, she picked up the little girl and hugged her, both of them purring.  "I think we're gonna be fine..."

Auracral squirmed and slipped off her father's shaft to bound over and cling to her mother too, Ashtooth getting up and hugging his family with his wings.  Spyro moved over to Cynder and nuzzled her.  

"Problem solved?" she asked, but he shook his head.

"She's still very shaky with it.  She'll need daily practice to get it more consistent.  If she can't retain that sensation into tomorrow she might dam it up again.  Y'know, that problem you had when we woke up."

"Ergh...yeesh.  Yeah, that was awful.  Getting it to work one day and then struggling the next...it's so stupid."

Emeralda churred.  "She's anxious, but motivated.  I have faith she'll do well...but if not, perhaps a repeat visit?"

"Sure.  But I think for now she needs to cool off a bit and let her body adjust too.  Maybe some light breathing exercises if she feels the need to bleed it off, but no heavy attacks.  Don't wanna make it an etheric bruise and keep hitting it, after all."

"True enough.  I cannot thank you enough for your assistance.  Truly, thank you for helping them in their time of need.  I shall make sure she stays on track."  She smiled at the happy nuzzling going on, sighing softly.  "Oh to be young again...  Well, I do believe it is time for some refreshment at the very least?  Emica, Auracral, are you hungry?"

"Yeah Madra!" they both replied, bounding across the room and vanishing into the next chamber.  

"Spyro, Cynder, do you require anything?  Tea and cookies, perhaps?"

Cynder nodded.  "Please, and thank you, Lady Emeralda."

Augrana sighed softly and nuzzled her mate's muzzle.  "How long until the exam?" she whispered.

"Two weeks."  He held her paws and kissed her.  "My beautiful cousin, my amazing wife...you did it!"

She blushed and purred.  "Yeah...I just...I hope it's enough."

"It shall be.  I know it.  Do not doubt yourself so."

"Your distraction with the girls didn't help."

"Or did it?" he asked with a small smirk.  "I know, perhaps it wasn't quite...appropriate, but you were able to keep your arousal in check and still produce such a magnificent display!"

"You knew??" she sueaked with a small recoil.

"My love, I can smell your sweet spice of need across the room.  Even with my nose buried against our girls."  She hid her face in her wings, and he kissed her forehead.  "Need me to help you as well with that?"

"Mmmm...perhaps in another room...I am not so shameless as to ask for relief in front of our guests."  She glanced sidelong from their hushed conversation at Cynder.  The black dragoness gave her a knowing smirk and a slight shooing motion with her wing, Augrana's eyes widening in shy shock.  She giggled nervously.  "I ah...think we have their excusal then."

Ashtooth gave her a passionate kiss between their wings, making her shiver with lust.  "One congratulatory, leg-jellying round of passionate sex, coming right up~"  With that he wrapped a wing over her and ushered her to the stairs around the corner, nibbling her neck.  Spyro and Cynder glanced at each other, Cynder wiggling her brows and Spyro blushing and rubbing his neck.  Emeralda giggled.

"To be so young and eager again.  Ah, I do miss those days."

"Madra!" Emica called.  "I can't find the snacks!"

"That is because you are not to find them, lest we entirely run out.  Again."  She chuckled and turned to round the corner.  "I shall return with tea and snacks then."

The hero couple nodded and Spyro sat down with his wife, the black dragoness purring and leaning on him.  "Must've been hard to restrain yourself, seeing that cute and lewd scene so close," she whispered with a teasing tone, reaching over to rub his sheath under his codpiece.

"Mph...please don't.  I think she's already in heat again, or close to it, from that earlier exposure.  The surges of her elemental power were definitely not doing any favors for that."

"Oh I know.  I could smell her from here.  Good thing you stayed all cozied up in here..." she patted his sheath again, "I think if she saw your penis she would've fainted in terror."

"Are you trying to work me up again?"

"Perhaps~  Our gracious host is needy too, though she keeps it in much better check."

"You just like seeing my penis bulging other females."

Giving him a sly, sultry look, she licked her lips.  "It's incredibly hot, yes~"

He huffed and nosed at her.  "I'm just...not sure on the whole 'mating the kids' bit.  I mean...sure, Auracral seems to love it but..."

"Perhaps you need to feel that yourself like you needed to mate with Ember to get over your qualms of mating others?"  She giggled at his horrified look.  "I don't mean Auracral specifically!  I'm not volunteering anyone's girls.  But...if a young girl wanted you to mate with her, some starstruck young thing who would love to have a core memory of sharing pleasure with the hero that saved her...would you?"

Spyro blinked at that, then smirked and huffed in defeat.  "Well, when you word it that way..."

"Blow her mind like you did with Liiana?"

"Mmm..."  He was starting to firm up in his codpiece, the purple male turning from a lustful smirk to a small wince.  "Ow...please don't work me up while I have to wear this.  Gonna need them to adjust it so my erections don't pinch my nuts and sheath."

"Awww."  She giggled with a naughty tone and added "Sure you have to wear it?  Auracral was sure impressed by them.  I think she'd like to see more."

"Cynder, I swear."

"You're so fun to tease."  Licking his cheek, she nuzzled him, then pulled back as Emeralda came back with a small cart with two large, steaming mugs of tea and a plate of some delicious-looking confections, almost like small sandwiches of sugary delight.  

"Do enjoy," she said with a small nod.  "I must tend to my rambunctious little charges before they knock something over."

Cynder giggled.  "You'd think sex with their father would have curbed some of that energy."

With an exasperated sigh, the old one shook her head.  "Nay, I fear it only further fuels them, for now.  For some kids, yes, it can even help induce a well-needed nap time...but for some it merely winds up their springs even more."

With her returning to the kitchen, Spyro and Cynder sipped their tea and shared the plate of cookies, Cynder thoughtfully chewing slowly on her first bite.  "The shell cookies are crunchy, but light...perhaps fried, maybe?  But I don't taste or feel oil...maybe some kind of airy baked good?  Yeah, that's gotta be it...but this creme on the inside..."

"It's lightly minty and fruity," Spyro noted, carefully peeling one apart and giving the creme a sniff and then a lick.  "Mmm...somewhat familiar but I can't place it."

"I think I know the aromatic and flavor ingredients...but how do they make a sugary, firm but soft creme like this?  It's almost like a small patty, not a full creme like that oozy gooey goodness in those buns earlier.  Like Ash."

Spyro gagged and she burst out laughing.  "You and the sex puns!"

"Gotcha~!"  She leaned over and licked a little speck of creme from his chin.  "We're apparently a very sexual species.  No need to get so hung up over it, hun."

"I know I'm reserved, Cynder, but you know why."

Her smile went from naughty to a soft, loving look.  "I know.  You want to be exclusive with me again."

"Yes...I miss that.  A lot.  And I don't...want to be thinking sexual thoughts immediately when I see someone else.  I just want that to be you."

"And I love you so much for that."  Kissing him, she purred to him.  "But...like Crax said earlier.  Gotta take the reality too.  For now...we're responsible for our species.  Might as well have fun with it while we can.  THen once we've bred the world a few times over...we can go retreat somewhere private and fuck each others' brains out all day every day and just keep making more eggs."

She grinned at the lustful shiver that rippled visibly through him and the deep, rumbling growl of need in his chest.  "Stop turning me on so much.  You're such a nymph and a succubus."

"I'm a Matriarch.  Of course I'm a nymph."  She kissed him again.  "And when we're older and great-great grandparents, I'll be your succubus, all yours to fill and breed and pleasure~"

"If we weren't in Emeralda's home and on a diplomatic trip I'd breed you on this table right here and now..."

Around the corner, they could hear Auracral's voice.  "Madra, are Mama and Daddy having sex upstairs?"

"Yes, dear, your father is congratulating your mother on finally getting in touch with her elemental powers.  Let's give them some time to party about that, yes?  I think the blizzard is dying off, how about we go outside and build in the snow?"

"Yeah!" came two little excited voices.

"Alright, finish your tea and snacks, and get your winter furs on.  But remember, you need time for your homework, so make sure you don't tire yourselves out too much."

"Awww..."

Cynder giggled, then sighed softly.  "I suppose we should excuse ourselves?  Unless...you think Augrana might have some further issues?"

"Not sure.  I think we should ask Emeralda.  I do feel a bit of a third wheel right now, but...she did invite us here.  Should ask her-"

Footsteps approached and the older dragoness nodded to them.  "Terribly sorry.  The inherent chaos of family life, I suppose.  Are you two comfortable?"

"We are, yes, thank you.  Do you...think we need to remain for Augrana's elements some more?"

"I am honestly unsure, but I know they would like to see you off once they have...recomposed."  Clearing her throat with a small smirk, she shook her head.  "This is not how I expected your visit to go but...well.  Life will go as it does."

"I take it it's not very common for a noble couple to move to the bedroom when they have company?"

Emeralda laughed softly.  "Actually...it sometimes can be, depending on the family.  It has not happened often for your trip exposure but it is part of the casual sexual nature of our culture here, to help take care of the distraction of arousal before returning to sensitive matters.  My great-nephew's family was very casually sexual in that regard so...it is part of his upbringing."

"Not to say it's an issue or inconvenience but...how do guests respond, or rather, what is the expected course of action should that occur?"

"As you are doing now, indulging in snack and drink and making idle conversation in the meantime.  If you wanted to have sex you could as well."

"oh, so we're already doing our part in dragon culture," Cynder giggled, Spyro rolling his eyes.

"At least for Anglapalan Draconic culture, yes.  I know Warfang culture would be strictly different in that regard.  For now I should watch the girls outside.  If you would like to join us, feel free, I shall check back in soon."

Cynder purred softly as she slowly bit into another cookie while Emeralda left, Spyro's eyes lingering on the elder lady's swollen belly still full of his seed from the train trip.  "I...can't help but wonder how many eggs I'm fathering already..." he muttered.

"Too bad it's still too early for you to count them with your penis."

"I-...hrm.  Yeah."

She reached over and held his paw.  "Need to take a load off?  I'm asking seriously, not just to tease you.  I can feel your tension."

"Tension you caused, but...I'm actually fairly tempted to say yes.  If it wasn't for the possibility of the girls coming back in at a moment's notice, I would."

"Afraid of little girls seeing such a wonderfully long throbbing penis?"

"...You know my answer to that."

She gave a small sigh.  "I do, yeah.  Sorry.  I enjoy teasing you a bit too much...though you do have some karma still from when you get into it and rile me up when I'm trying to focus on cooking."

"I'd say as mates there is no karma count."

"Oh there is, because I say so~"  She churred and nuzzled at him, then took another bite of cookie.  "Think of it as training again.  Our kids are gonna see you balls-deep in my pussy plenty of times at this rate, if not daily with how we can't keep away from each other as Matriarch and Patriarch.  Plus it's a cultural norm here.  Why not...take the reality for what it is and have some fun with it?~"

Her pulse raced and she giggled giddily as he growled and moved around the table, licking his lips and grinning at her.  "Temptations of a succubus..." he rumbled, his tone making her shiver and dribble a little bit between her legs.  His codpiece vanished into his inventory as he moved over her, letting his heavy sack drag over her tail while he ground his swift erection against her labial scales and the bottom of her pregnant belly.  "I suppose a quickie wouldn't hurt then..."

"Take me..." she huffed, pulling him into a kiss and then moaning cutely as he speared up into her womb and started quickly sawing his hips, jiggling her cum-swollen middle against his gut. She locked her legs over his back and held onto his shoulders, purring when he pressed his forehead against hers.  "I love you so much..."

"I love you, my ruby night-"

Little paws skittered into the other chamber and Spyro froze up.  "I just wanna grab that scarf I-" Auracral called over her shoulder, her back and coat all covered in snow, but then she froze at the sight of Spyro and Cynder.  "Oh!"

Emeralda peeked in and chuckled.  "I see.  Alright, Auracral, go get the scarf."

Her eyes were fixed on Spyro's massive balls, though.  "Uh...Mister Spyro...may I ask why your testicles are so big?"

Cynder giggled and Spyro couldn't help a small, somewhat embarrassed chuckle of his own at her innocent tone.  Emeralda huffed.  "Dear...you should not be so forward about sexual things with guests.  It is not befitting of your family."

"But...I've never seen them so big!"

"Should we show her?" Spyro asked, to Cynder's surprise.

"Well...I don't see why not, now that the proverbial dam is broken," the elder dragoness replied.  Emica came in to see what the delay was.

"Aura!  Did you interrupt mating again?" she admonished.

"N-No!  ...Yes...by accident!"

"It's fine," Cynder giggled, then moaned softly as Spyro slowly backed up over her.  "It's not often you get to see a purple dragon, after all."  She squeaked under her breath as his tip plopped out of her, the two girls staring with huge eyes at the titanic length throbbing above his low-hanging, pendulous jewels.  

"That's not normal..." Emica whispered in wonder.

"It's definitely not, no," Spyro admitted.  

"Can I touch it?" Auracral asked, her sister gasping.

"If you want," he said, Cynder rolling onto her side to watch as the little girl shuffled closer, her huge deep-orange eyes fixated on his parts.  It reminded the black dragoness of her withheld reaction when she'd first seen Ignitus's heavy balls on her first night at the Temple.  Sitting up, she reached out and gently ran her paws over Spyro's length, giggling when it pulsed at her light touch.  

"Wow...why's your penis so long?"

"I...don't know."  The truth would have to suffice for now.  

"Is it because you're purple?"

"It might be.  The Matron ladies are still trying to figure it out.  It's not harmful either.  Just...strange."

Her little paws moved down to stroke and feel over his balls.  "Wow...your scrotum is almost as big as my head..." she whispered in wonder, Cynder stifling a heavy laugh at how blunt the little one was.  Emica edged closer as well, her green eyes locked onto the bead of pre dangling on his tip.

"Wooow..." she whispered.  "It's as thick as daddy's but so much longer...that's so weird..."  She reached in too and felt around his fleshy soft barb nodules and his ridges.  Having two sets of tiny paws exploring his bits was arousing in such a strange way to him, his shaft pulsing rock-hard in Emica's paws and his huge orbs shifting under Aura's.  

"Does it hurt having it in you?" Aura asked Cynder, the black dragoness shaking her head.  

"Nope.  I've gotten very used to him."

"That's amazing..." she muttered, looking along it from base to tip again.

"I take it she's the more level-headed analytical sibling?" Cynder asked, Emeralda nodding with a grin.

"Yep.  Aura tends to be more headstrong and impulsive while Emica keeps her more level."

"I'm not that impulsive..." Aura said with a small pout.  "I just like to do things.  But..how heavy are your testicles?  If they're this big?"

Spyro stood up slowly and she moved under him, pawing at his sack.  Emica came in as well, Spyro blushing and biting his lip.  "Wow...they're really heavy..."  He felt one of them rest his sack on her muzzle and face, nuzzling at them.  "Hey Emi try that, you can feel the weight in your neck!"

Emeralda and Cynder both laughed softly.  "I hope this amusement at my expense is worth it," Spyro grumbled, fighting the intense urge to flex his shaft.

"I'd say so, it's a learning experience for them after all," Cynder said with a little wink as Emica took her turn trying to balance his hefty nads on her face too.  

"Wow!  Do they get smaller when you ejaculate?" she asked, Spyro blushing a bit more at the continued bluntness.  

"No, they don't."

"Wow..." she repeated.  Ducking out from under him, she reached up to trace her stubby claws along the gold filigree pattern of his flesh along his penis.  "That's so cool...I saw something like this on a few other males but...why's your penis half gold and spiraly like this?  Most males just have the one flesh color..."

"Heh.  Again, I don't really know.  It just grew like that."

"Could be a form of birthmark," Emeralda offered.  "But it's actually fairly common in some other areas so...could be genetic as well."

"Madra...Lady Cynder has eggs...and you said you're pregnant.  Did Sir Spyro get you pregnant?"

The adults shared a brief look of concern at how close she was to the more serious matter, Emeralda clearing her throat.  "Yes he did, dear."

"So...would that make me older than some of my great-aunts then when they hatch?"

The three of them laughed at that.  "Well...yes, technically that is correct."

Aura was too focused on continuing to nuzzle Spyro's sack, purring softly.  "His scales feel so warm and soft and nice..." she whispered.  "Like daddy's but a whole pillow..."

Cynder was beside herself with repressed giggles, and it was infecting Spyro, the purple male trying not to laugh at how simply observant and admittedly adorable she was.  Emica was still feeling around his penis too, her little toes testing how soft yet firm his barbs where.  "What're these for?" she asked.

"Pleasuring a female," he replied.  "There's really no other purpose to them."

"Daddy has smaller ones but I can't really feel them when he's inside me..."

"Every male's penis is slightly different," Emeralda explained.  "My mate had very big barbs, bigger than his, but it was overall shorter than your father's.  His prepuce here was also much thicker."  Spyro bit his lip again as the older lady reached under him and ran a toepad around the barb-crowned tip of his cock.  

"Is he gonna ejaculate?  His penis is pulsing really hard!"

"I just might..." he grunted.  "Your paws feel really good..."

Emica giggled at that.  Auracral moved out from under him with an excited little bound, wings flared.  "Can we see you ejaculate??"

"Aura, you and your ancestors-damned forwardness!" came an exasperated voice from the stairs, her father rounding the corner, Augrana leaning on him with a dopey blissed-out grin and half-lidded eyes.  "Madra...please tell me they haven't bothered our guests."

"Nay, not much of a bother, just a simple question and answer session...until the question you just heard, at least," she answered with a pointed look at Auracral, the little one folding her wings shyly.

"Sorry..."

"I think it best that Sir Spyro and Lady Cynder get to finish what they started," Emeralda continued with a smirk.  "There's another wave of the blizzard incoming soon anyway."

The two girls backed up and Spyro slid his cock back into his wife, the black dragoness purring out and stretching back to give them a good view of the bulge of his tip poking up against her chest.  The girls stared in awe as he sawed his hips and that bulge moved in and out.  "It's all the way inside her..." Aura whispered in shock and no small degree of arousal as the purple and black dragons coupled.  Within moments Spyro was humping lightly, his tail flagging with every powerful rush of seed.  Cynder purred in delight, then rubbed her belly with a grin.

"Wanna feel?"

Emica and Auracral came closer and put their paws on her belly around his tip.  "What is that feeling?" Emica asked.

"That's his semen.  He's ejaculating in me right now."

"Does it feel good??"

"Soooo good..." she whispered, shivering as she had a small but fulfilling climax of her own, milking her husband's incredible length.  

"What's this?  An egg?" Aura asked in wonder as she felt lower on Cynder's belly and pressed something against Spyro's throbbing member.

"Mmmm...yes...that's one of the eggs..." Spyro muttered, panting.  

"Whoa..."

Cynder couldn't help smiling wide at their genuine curiosity.  She couldn't wait to have littles of her own soon.  Emica pawed at the bulge of his tip and giggled when she felt him throb, watching his teeth clench in response.  "It doesn't make sense how he can bulge your belly like this..."

"Nah, ot doesn't make a lot of sense," she agreed, "but it does feel incredibly good..."

"Can I...taste your seed when you pull out?" Aura asked.  "Does it taste different from daddy's?"

"Well, at this point I don't see why not," he said with a small smile, Cynder cooing softly as he again dismounted her and slid out, the little girl moving down to follow and watch as Cynder's tight netherlips hugged and tugged at her mate's intimate details until it popped free with a long string of cum.  Leaning in to lick it up, her eyes widened and she leaned in further to suckle on his tip, purring softly and nursing on his cock.  

"Mmmm!"

"Can I try too?" Emica asked, Spyro nodding.  She nudged her sister away, Aura pouting but licking her lips and swirling her tongue in her mouth and watching as Emica licked up some stray globs on his length and then latched onto his tip.  Cynder reached down to gently but firmly give a pulling squeeze on her mate's length, getting the last few dregs for the little girl to sample.  "Mmmm..." she churred, letting it fill her mouth and then pulling off to sample it.  "That's...that's really tasty...daddy's is a bit saltier."

Ashtooth and Augrana came back from cleaning up to find the girls again feeling over Spyro's bits while he relaxed on his pregnant wife.  "I see things have settled in here," he said with a smirk.

"Indeed," Emeralda said with a shake of her head and a grin.  "Augrana, how are you feeling after all that?  Did the intimacy help burn off some of that hot feeling?"

Giving a deep breath to take stock of herself, the earth dragoness nodded.  "I believe so.  For now.  I feel it...kinda creeping around me but not so much a hot flow as before."

"Good," Spyro muttered, grunting when Auracral playfully hugged his sack.  "Oof, careful there."

"I know.  But they're so warm and soft~"

Turning back to their mother as the two nobles got comfortable together on a lounge couch, he sighed softly.  "Just make sure you don't overdo it with your breath practice.  You're gonna need to practice several times a day, but make sure you rest well in between...as best you can anyway with these two."

"Yes," she giggled, watching Emica playing lightly booping his barbs in some random sequence, "that is...well, it does make it hard to truly relax when they're going a hundred miles a minute.  But thank you...I do feel significantly better already...in body and mind."

"Good to hear.  Happy to help."  He lifted his paw and gave a large yawn, Cynder ending up copying as the contagious action caught her as well.  "Do you want to train other potential abilities, or would you rather keep it simple and work with what you know for now?  Both are viable venues."

"I...think it may be best I just work on my Earth Shot breath for now and perhaps branch out from there."

"Alright."

A knock on the door had Ashtalon slowly extricate hismelf from his wife's post-coital snuggling grip.  A quiet exchange at the front had him return quickly.  "Apologies, but Sir Spyro and Lady Cynder are requested at the palace again."

"Oh-" Cynder squeaked.  "Wonder what that's about so suddenly?"

"Perhaps some development with visitation matters..." Emeralda said with a soft huff.  "Can't be helped.  But thank you so very much for all your assistance."

"Thank you for your hospitality and for...well, humoring the impromptu 'education' session," Cynder replied, with a glance at the two girls giving Spyro space to get up and don his winter gear again.

"If you have any issues, let me know," he said with a dip of his head to the younger Earth lady, receiving a nod in reply.

"I shall, thank you!"

The blizzard had indeed faded, but the dark clouds and their pale shroud beneath in the distance threatened yet another rush.  "So...how was that?" she whispered as she playfully nudged her mate with her wing, the purple dragon giving a huff.

"That was...well.  Admittedly it was kinda exciting...and they were very cute."

"So very cute~  I can't wait to meet our little girls..." she muttered as she nuzzled the eggs in her neck sling.  He hugged her to his side.

"Soon enough.  I suppose when the moment is right."