Cynder shifted her hips to let her cock slip out from her slit. It spilled forward, wide tip flaring, drooling pre onto Spyro's yellow scales.

Spyro's eyes went wide. "Whoa."

"Oh, come on. You've taken on bigger," Cynder said.

"I've fought bigger," Spyro said. He reached down to stroke its side, as if to check it was real. "What were they feeding you?"

"Pure dark magical energy, mostly." Cynder bent her head low, hips rocking against his slit. "Don't tell me the hero of the realm is getting cold claws? Worried he can't handle a girl's cock?"

"Now you're just putting words in my mouth." But there was uncertainty in the way he curled his talons around it. Cynder lazily worked her hips into the grip.

"Would you prefer I put something else in your mouth?"

Spyro snorted. "Clever one."

"I thought so."

Spyro scrunched his face, but he sucked in a breath and rolled onto his side. Cynder hummed her approval, shouldering his leg to shuffle closer to push herself against his exposed ass. She smoothed over his parting scales with her free hand before curling her talons around Spyro's emerging cock. 

Slowly, her wrist worked up and down, letting it lengthen against her palm while she slipped back and forth across his asshole, slicking it with her pre. Breaths caught in his throat, his brow bunching. Everytime it passed over his pucker, Spyro would tense, his cock going rigid in her claws. Cynder churred.

"Nervous?" She gave another rough hump, cocktip pressing to his ring before slipping past it. Spyro puffed.

"When did you get so cheeky?"

"When I had a cute dragon boy spreading his legs for me."

He scrunched his snout in a dirty look. Cynder rolled her wrist, pumping his hot cock and gave him a small smile.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Spyro drew his lips thin, before giving a tight nod. Cynder angled herself to let her tapered cock press up to his warm pucker. It flexed against her broad head and she felt him tense. Using the same careful rhythm as her hand, she pushed forward.

A noise escaped from Spyro. It was something akin to a squeak. His pucker opened up for her cock, rough heat hugging tight to the sensitive skin. Cynder relished the feeling. With small motions, she edged herself in and out, listening to the choked whimpers spilling from Spyro. Inch after inch was worked into him. Muscles cinched to her, worked back against her, but she was persistent.

When she slipped her last inch in, Spyro was already puffing his breaths.  Thin pre drooled from his slit. Cynder slicked it down his cock, squeezing at his base and making his hips jump up into her grip before falling back into her hips and spearing himself on her cock. A gasp rocketed from him.

"That wasn't very fair," he said, his voice tight with effort.

Cynder smiled. "Oops."

He snorted again, but then Cynder slipped out  and then back in, and it broke away into a low moan. The sound made her scales rise. Falling into sync with her hand, she moved her hips, slipping her thick cock in and then out, in and then out, watching his pucker open up for her each time, watching it cinch tight to her girth.

With each motion she took out more, and then slid it back in, until it was her whole length. Spyro gasped every time she bottomed out. He clenched around her, sending a fresh bout of pre roping over her talons.

"See?" Cynder said. "I told you you could handle it."

"I―" his breath snagged. "I never said I couldn't. I was just―" his voice thinned into a groan of effort "―worried about the, uh, logistics."

Cynder let out a breathy laugh. She pulled his leg closer to her, bumping up against his ass. His walls flexed around her cock. A thick shot of pre throbbed from her and Spyro shivered, going tight around her again.

The bed under them rocked with them. The feet screeched as they were inched back and forth. Spyro began to pant. His tail twitched and curled, his face scrunching up and then breaking into a silent moan and then pulling into a grimace. Cynder leaned in further, nosing at his neck, letting her breath roll over his scales. Spyro gasped and then groaned and his cock throbbed harshly in her palm.

Getting to see him writhe and struggle made her stomach knot. She grunted and her hips shot forward roughly, meeting his ass with a clap. A pitched moan rolled from Spyro. His walls clenched around her, drawing another hearty shot of warm pre from her cock.

"You make some cute noises," she said, breathless as she reached forward to let her lips skim his neck.

Spyro craned his head to give her access, another pitched gasp welling from him. Talons dug into Cynder's shoulders to pull her in and Cynder let them while leaving soft kisses on Spyro's collarbone. He responded to them like shocks of electricity, going tight around her pumping cock and letting out strangled noises.

"Cynder," Spyro said, strained. She could feel him beating in her talons. Warm pre oozed over her fingers in a constant but sluggish stream.

"That's it," she purred. "Say my name."

A whimper spilled from Spyro. His talons dug deeper. His tail lashed. Cynder could hear it smacking between the bedpost and wall.

"Cynder," he said again, his voice lilting up, warbling and then breaking into a moan.

With a harsh throb, the moan cracked into stumbling, choked noises as ropes of cum burst over Cynder's grip and across his chest. Cynder twisted to watch as each bout sprung from his flaring cock to paint his yellow scales. Cynder thrust deeper, grinding against his rim, pulling out, slipping back in, leaving Spyro to jut back and forth between her talons and her hips.

A knot formed in her gut. It drew her legs tight, building pressure in her cock. Her own breathing filling her ears, Cynder let Spyro's cock flop onto his belly and gripped the bedsheets. They turned to ribbons between her claws so she dug them into the mattress instead. The fabric tore easily but held enough for her to leverage it as she humped against Spyro.

Warm walls flexed around Cynder's cock, making her muscles draw tighter. Her breaths turned to growls. Spyro slipped a hand from her shoulder to his cock, taking it in a tight grip that met his base with a slap. The pressure grew tighter, turning to an ache. A snarl that surprised even her broke from her throat and Spyro cinched around her cock, goading Cynder on with gasps of assent.

The snarl melted into a warm moan as Cynder felt her cock throb and the pressure burst. Thick ropes of her cum barreled forward, painting the warm walls that were hugging her. Her moan tipped and she bumped against Spyro's ass, breeding him deep with vicious claps of their hips. Each one pushed another whimper from Spyro, making Cynder's blood sing.

With a groan, Spyro came again, his grip flashing along his throbbing cock. The ropes were thinner this time and by the time he had finished, Cynder was working the last of her load into him with sloppy thrusts.

She stayed sheathed in Spyro while the feeling continued to work through her in ripples. Their heavy breathing filled the room. The air was thick and warm with the smell of sticky sweat and arousal. It made Cynder's cock stir, pulling another weak moan from Spyro.

She let go of his leg and Spyro shifted onto his back so Cynder could sink into his chest. Warmth bristled through her.

"Okay," Spyro breathed. "Uh. Wow."

"Yeah?" Cynder hummed.

It took him a moment to say, "Yeah."

Cynder laughed and nuzzled into his neck. "Sorry about the mattress."

Spyro wrapped his forelegs around her. "Should be apologizing for wrecking my ass."

"But that one wouldn't be genuine."

Spyro snorted. "As long as I'm not the one that has to explain to Ignitus why we need a new one."

"I guess I can handle that." Cynder pushed up into his jaw, finding a comfortable place to let her head rest. "Later, though."

Spyro stroked his hand down her back in a gentle rhythm. "Later," he echoed with a warm voice.