Your eyes slowly open as the lazy rays of the morning sun shine brightly on your face, disrupting your peaceful slumber. You groan and stretch out your body, and quickly start to realise that you aren't in bed at home but rather in a fairly large green grassy field. You look around and notice the sky filled with fluffy white clouds while a gentle breeze brushes through your body. From a distance, you could see castle towers rising high into the air before disappearing behind some trees on their bases. Surrounding them, you see various sheep roaming about in the distance, bleating as they graze on the grassy ground. It's a foreign sight for you, but something about the vibrant scenery feels somewhat nostalgic, like you've been here before without knowing the reason why.
"W-Where am I?" You say out loud, questioning your reality. Your voice is both soft yet loud enough for it to echo throughout the green grassy plain. You're just about to get up and explore when you spot a small purple dragon run towards you from across the clearing, seemingly out of nowhere, his yellow wings fluttering with the calm wind. He stops right in front of you and tilts his upwards, his innocent purple eyes staring straight at you while you stare back.
"Spyro?" you exclaim out of disbelief, unsure if you're dreaming or not.
"That's me!" the dragon replies cheerfully with a wagging tail, his voice sounding all too familiar, "Looks like you're finally awake!"
You sit yourself up and rub your eyes in confusion. "Um... this can't be real? How can I even be talking to you? You're just a vide-"
The purple dragon interrupts you, mid-sentence, and sports a slight frown on his face, "Hold on! I'm a dragon, and I'm not going to let anyone call me a 'video game character'. Besides, you're in my home world, the Artisan lands! Pretty neat huh?"
You take another moment to look around your surroundings, breathing in, trying to figure out what's going on. As breath-taking as it is to be transported to Spyro's home, you're feeling a bit confused and a bit overwhelmed, not knowing how or why you got there.  You look back at the dragon, and notice something about him. A mischievous grin on his face, a glint of mischief in his eye, and it dawns on you that Spyro is hiding more than he lets on.
"Did you bring me here, Spyro?" you bluntly ask.
Spyro meekly grins and glances away from your eyes, confirming your suspicions, "Yeah, maybe I did..."
You groan at this revelation. You've had your fair share of video game characters having their fun with you in your house but this is the first time where someone managed to get you stuck in their game world instead. You blink, not believing your own luck but no matter which angle you think about your scenario, you have no choice other than acceptance of the face that you're in this strange fantasy realm from the Spyro games. And you're at the mercy of the titular dragon, himself.
Based on previous encounters, you shudder in fear and excitement, dreading what's probably coming next.
"Here I come!"
With little warning, you feel yourself getting tackled by the dragon, getting thrown with your back to the floor as he leaps onto the top of you, pinning down your body with his own weight, leaving you unable to move. The sudden movement from him causes you to squeal in surprise and panic before the dragon leans towards your face, grinning mischievously at you. Frightened as you are, you can't help but stare into his purple eyes, captivated by the way they seem to glow and flicker.
"Oooh, are you scared already?" Spyro teasingly asks up close, as his tail moves side-to-side seductively against your legs and crotch area. His breath feels warm and smells faintly of burnt dirt and grass.
"A little bit," you timidly answer.
You attempt to struggle free only for his forepaws to grip tighter onto your arms, restraining your movements even further. With your body and limbs firmly trapped beneath the dragon, you look up at him, seeing the glimmer of mischief in his eyes. There's no way you're going to win against him. You shiver slightly as the heat radiating off his scales seeps into your skin, causing goosebumps to form along your flesh.
"P-please get off me," you gasp, feeling embarrassment from being treated so roughly. Yet, despite this, you still couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of being dominated by this cute purple dragon. It's obvious to Spyro as well, and he doesn't seem bothered by your discomfort. Instead, the dragon chuckles and leans closer, pressing his snout against your lips, before breathing a hot, earthy scent into your face from his nostrils. He soon backs away slightly, giving you a little breathing room.
"I can tell you've been wanting this for a while now," Spyro says teasingly, his hot breath brushing over your nose as he speaks, "Especially my paws, right?"
You twitch, your face blushing bright red as you try to keep yourself calm. How was he able to figure it all out? Regardless, you don't really have much of a choice in this. Your body shakes a little, unable to hide your arousal at such close proximity. Temptation creeps in, enticing you to let him have his way with you and you nod to his question.
Spyro chuckles with an all-knowing smirk, at your implied submission, "Knew it."
Your affirmation confirmed, Spyro quickly turns around and shifts himself, using all four of his dragon paws to adjust and rotate his position, without ever stepping off your body. In almost an instant, your view of Spyro was replaced with his rear end, his tail now curling around the top of your hair, idly playing with your hair. His head is now near your crotch area, resting his chin just above it. Your heart immediately begins beating faster in anticipation, bracing itself with excitement. The next moment feels surreal as you watch him carefully take a step back, lifting and dangling one of his hind paws above your head, further dragging out the teasing you're succumbing to.
You gently bite your lip, just hard enough to stop yourself from moaning too loudly, lest Spyro realise that you're enjoying the situation a bit too much too early. You've spent years of your childhood playing the games, so seeing Spyro up close in real life is surprisingly quite intimidating, especially when he's supposed to be mostly harmless and cute. And now that he knows your kinks, it only embarrasses you further, But despite those emotions, your desire grows stronger as each fleeting moment passes by. You feel your heart pounding, your breathing growing heavier as the dragon continues to tease you by wiggling his paw tantalisingly near your face. You stare intently at the dexterous toes of his footpaw, admiring its beauty even as your cheeks grow redder by the second.
"Enjoying the view?" Spyro teases, his voice dripping with taunting amusement, "Here, have a feel of them!"
With no time wasted, he lowers his hindpaw towards your face, planting his three toes directly on your nose, pressing and cupping them firmly against the tip of it. Instinctively at first, you struggle and try to push him away, breathing through your mouth. Your efforts are futile; Spyro has too much of an advantage over you and with minimal effort, he put you in his place. But despite the purple dragon knowing this, Spyro's kind-hearted nature lets out a little, sensing that you're still a little too nervous.
"Don't be afraid," Spyro purrs, trying to coax you into worshipping his paws. He wiggling his toes slightly on your nose, releasing a little bit of his paw scent, "It's ok. Just relax and smell my toes." 
You take his advice and relax your body, the warmth of his paw making your body tremble a little. You fight your urge to whimper and squirm even further and instead breathe in deeply through your nostrils, inhaling his sweet dragon paw smell. At first, his musky aroma overwhelms you, making you gag and choke slightly as his potent hindpaw scent invades your delicate sense of smell. Yet seconds later, that feeling quickly turns into a warm, soothing sensation, the smell of his paw relaxing you and calming you down. Strangely, it isn't repulsive and it wasn't long before you began to take in deeper and deeper sniffs, occasionally letting our small moans as his thick, leathery pawtoes rub softly across your nose.
"That's it, take it all in," the purple dragon encourages, his tail swishing back and forth from behind him, "See, there's nothing to be scared of."
His words hardly audible to you, instead you're lost in the feeling of his paw on your face, his scent filling your lungs. Your mind very distinctly can focus on the curled-up toes rub against your faces, his claws teasingly and lightly scratching your skin, while his paw's warmth envelopes your face. It leaves behind a thick intoxicating scent of sweat and musk that you find yourself longing for more. In this moment of bliss, nothing mattered to you except his paw, his scent, his touch, his warmth, and his closeness.
You're so into this experience that you don't notice Spyro's smirk and his eyes glancing down at your boxers, concealing your groin that’s sporting a huge tent. Spyro knows that you're deeply aroused by him but a sense of intrigue and curiosity manages to come up with another bright idea to keep this whole thing going. Spyro pauses for a second, contemplating to himself, and then decides to press forward. Without warning, he uses his sharp claws to rip off your boxers, exposing your cock for the purple dragon to see. You cough from the sudden movement that has just occurred from the fabric removed, and attempt to get up, only to be met with the purple dragon's hindpaw pushing you back into your position.
You break out of your trance and watch Spyro lick his lips in lust, staring hungrily at your pathetically hard cock, now grown considerably. With one swift motion, Spyro grabs hold of your shaft, stroking it with firm yet gentle motions, eliciting a low moan from your throat. It feels amazing to receive even more attention from the dragon, as Spyro's strong grip on your organ served to make your member swell up further, forcing you to gasp in pleasure while the strong sweaty smell of Spyro's hindpaw furthers your own feeling of lust.
"Hmmm," Spyro fake ponders, still milking your cock, "I wonder what this tastes like."
Sensing what he's about to do next, you almost try to protest but instead let out an involuntary scream of pleasure as his tongue comes out, licking and slathering around the length of your member. It feels incredible, and you can't help but moan and stare as he continues working on your cock. You're completely at his mercy, as his tongue continues to wrap around your cock, stroking and licking it with ease. Spyro's purple eyes are glued to your member, and he looks as if he's experiencing the same pleasure as you, his nostrils flaring with every lick. It didn't take long until he opens his mouth to engulf your member, his hot breath and surprisingly cold tongue washing over your cock like it's nothing.
"Mmm, you taste good," Spyro moans, his speech barely intelligible and his eyes half lidded, "Now taste some of me."
While he continues to stroke and caress your dick with both mouth and forepaws, he places his other hindpaw on your mouth, skilfully landing his toes on the cervices of your lips. No hints needed, you immediately know what to do, and your lips begin to part, allowing Spyro to slide the tips of his toes forward, inside your warm, wet mouth. The hot, wetness of your mouth combined with the texture of his toes is enough to send chills up your spine, and you did as implied, allowing his toes to be cleaned and savoured like you had been told. You moan as your tongue begins to explore his toes and work its magic, your body already beginning to tingle with anticipation. It snakes through around the toes, giving you the strongest concentrated taste of Spyro's paw sweat, one that barely gets weaker as you continue to lick and suck the dragon's toes clean.
You feel his tail swishing excitedly behind him as you perform such a lewd task, a sign that the dragon is clearly pleased by your efforts in worshipping his paws. An outsider might say that you've been ensnared by the dragon's charm and his paws, unaware of the hold that is held over you. Honestly though, you didn't care for anything but pleasure that Spyro's so willing to give to you. Your senses of smell, touch, taste, and sight dominated by the purple dragon only elevates the lust that you're feeling right now.
Pre-cum dribbles out of the tip of your cock as Spyro continues to massage your shaft with his tongue. He seems to have no intention of letting go anytime soon, continuing to stroke and tease your sensitive member while making sure that you're thoroughly cleansed. His tongue keeps sliding across your cock head, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body. As much as you'd love to cum, Spyro doesn't seem interested in doing so quite yet, preferring to prolong this moment, at least for a few more seconds. Instead, he pulls away from your cock, leaving a trail of saliva and pre dripping onto your stomach, and removes himself from you. You whimper as you feel his paw leave your face, allowing you to catch your breath once more.
"Aww," Spyro coos, leaning down towards you, "Did you want to finish?"
His voice is laced with amusement and sultry seduction, and you could see the mischievous glint in his eye as he stared into yours. You respond with a weak nod, unable to form words properly and panting heavily after being pleasured and blueballed so intensely. You don't really need to speak however; Spyro understands exactly what you wanted to ask, and he smirks before changing positions once more, taking you back between his teeth, sucking and slurping on your cock. This time however, you're directly in eye contact with him. His two purple eyes just staring right at you, gleaming lewdly as they watch your expression contort with pleasure. You want to resist, to tell him to stop, but it's impossible to hold back the moans that are escaping your mouth.
"Ahh!" You cry out, "Spyro! I can't last anymore..."
The dragon chuckles darkly against your cock, and then takes you deeper within his muzzle, slowly bobbing up and down on your cock. You feel the pressure building within your balls, just begging for release and your mind starts to race, thinking about how close you are to climax. The pent-up tension is unbearable, and you find yourself wanting to explode, needing to get off. With each passing second that Spyro bobs up and down, you feel yourself growing closer and closer to orgasm, until finally... you lose control entirely and cum.
Your first shot hits the roof of his mouth, splattering all over his tongue and throat, causing Spyro to gag slightly as you erupt again and again. He pulls out almost immediately as thick strings of white rope spurt forth, hitting the dragon in the face, chest, neck, and even the bridge of his snout. The feelings of intense sexual bliss soon subside and exhaustion sets in, leaving the both of you drenched in sweat, but drained and satisfied. Spyro licks his lips and swallows, cleaning his face of your seed, and you look down at yourself, seeing your cock now shrunk in size and covered in your white secretions.
Once Spyro has swallowed and tasted most of your load, he lifts himself up and curls his body into your lap, resting his head on your thigh. He looks up at you with a wicked grin, licking his chops and showing off his tongue, slightly coated from your efforts. You chuckle lightly and pet the top of his head affectionately, running your hand through his yellow spikes on his head.
"You're welcome," Spyro purrs before he falls asleep on your lap.