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Spyro had become a hero and had even "got the girl" as he bonded with Elora. Peace was known throughout the lands thanks to his actions. Thus, when the Sorceress returned yet again, he was quick to cut off any possible rise of power she could make.
It was perplexing as although he had defeated her twice, neither defeat left her wounded in any manner and, if anything, she came back stronger. The next encounter with her in her throne room was much more visceral as Spyro pounced and attacked her while she grappled with the smaller yet strong dragon. However, it was during this altercation that her necklace glowed, of which in the center a large dragon-egg shaped gem seemed to be reacting to Spyro's presence. The more they tussled, the more the Sorceress was... enjoying it. Spyro, as well, was getting more energetic as they rolled and struggled on the ground, huffing, shoving, grabbing, and losing track of what was even happening.
Spyro only knew that the two ended up exhausting each other and laying on the floor, winded. When they gathered the energy to actually get up, the Sorceress noted she felt incredible, youthful, and her agitation was also abated. Spyro noted he didn't feel particularly different, somewhat relaxed, until the two realized that their lower halves were coated in dried and sticky juices, and considering the torrent of fluid pouring out of the Sorceress' loins, it was very apparent the two had somehow engaged in sex, and not just any sex, but hard, heavy, and very pleasing sex. The Sorceress looked at Spyro for a moment, then said nothing as she stood up and went to her chambers. Spyro, however, now had the daunting task of informing Elora of what had happened.
Said conversation was very rough on Spyro as he had only recently discovered the joy of bonding your heart to someone, only to commit the greatest betrayal to that trust, even if he wasn't aware he did it. Regardless, he told her everything. She wasn't very pleased but the assumption was that her necklace had somehow bewitched them during the conflict and in the end, it wasn't his fault and he was faithful and honest enough to come to her and tell her immediately. The discussion eventually circled back to what to do about the Sorceress when she made a rather strange demand to see Spyro in her throne room. This time, Elora joined him.
Upon arriving, the two saw her back in her regal appearance, but with a very pleased expression as she held a book in her hands.She then read from it, telling the two that she had forgotten that the necklace she wore was actually a container for the magic of dragons and it's depletion was what kickstarted her entire fear of the magic exhausting and rendering her vulnerable to the passage of time, but by mingling with a dragon, specifically mating with one, poured energies into her, and into the necklace. Since her entire overtaking of the lands was based in ensuring she could continue to live and keep magic alive, she proposed a deal:
She would stop any revenge plans and takeover bids and instead use her magical skills to defend the dragons, the source of the magic, provided that at least once a month, Spyro himself would be the one who would "refill" her magic reserves.
Spyro felt incredibly put on the spot. He could just try to beat her again, but it likely would just do what happened the last three times and recharge her, or he could accept and risk ruining what he had achieved with Elora for the sake of peace.
To his shock, Elora was the one to answer, and she firmly agreed to the Sorceress' terms. Spyo asked her why, and her answer was simple; fighting wasn't working. So long as they fought, no end would come of it. Additionally, with the Sorceress' skills in magic usage on their side, if others attempted similar bids for power, they would have to contend not only with Spyro's might, but also her magic talents.
The Sorceress closed the book, smiled, and told them she would see him in one month's time.
When Spyro and Elora left, Spyro naturally was still worried and asked her how she could be okay with such a thing, before he got a very cocky smirk in reply from Elora. Elora recounted that he'd forgotten her species; a Faun, or specifically, a Satyr. Her own sex drive was massive, but there was no one she had any interest in until Spyro came around and she had waited until he showed up to express this lusting, but only after HE chose her. She could tolerate him having a single fling with the Sorceress every month, so long as she could at least attend it as she couldn't help but imagine what it had to have looked like to see her husband-to-be literally fucking the evil out of the Sorceress, making the woman that was over twice his size an incredibly happy puddle of goo on her own throne room floor.
Spyro swallowed as he wasn't aware of this side of Elora until now and feared... he might not be able to keep up.
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The following days passed with Elora sharing some "lessons" with Spyro, all leading up until the date that he was to attend to the Sorceress.
When he arrived in the throne room, she was not wearing her fancy neck ruffle, vest, or crown, and she suddenly lunged at him. Spyro thought she had initially lied as he lunged back and the two began wrestling once more, at least, until they paused as her hand was rather diligently stroking his groin, her fingers being stunningly soft and coaxing a reaction rather quickly, which prompted Spyro to "attack" her with one of the lessons he'd been instructed with.
Elora was held up and arrived late at the castle, but she could hear the unmistakable sounds of grunting and heaving and slapping of flesh. She licked her lips and peered in one of the windows to see the scene of her betrothed grappling with the thick leg of the Sorceress, the large lady on her back and writhing and moaning as she "pretended" to try and push him off of her with her foot, making him press back ever harder against her while her necklace glowed vibrantly.
She smirked harder as she watched the once cocky Sorceress' expression shatter into a person desperate for the simple, raw, carnal need. A need only met by her energetic little fiance.
Elora knew she couldn't just be a bystander for these meetings anymore.