Untamed Cynder

Something ground up against her abdomen and she startled herself with a croon, a low, rasping sort of sound that did not seem as if it should have come from her lips. Yet Cynder was not with herself, not truly, at that moment as she angled her hind end, tail swinging, latching and twirling around the similar appendage of another creature, another dragon. It felt right even though she did not understand it, a throbbing length of something teasing against the slit under her tail, though it twisted back and forth.

Xigfeldo's prehensile shaft angled itself in just the right way to slide into her as she bore down, leading her along even though it was quite clear that the dragoness was in charge. She would have whatever release it was that her mind and her body craved at that very moment whether he was ready and willing for it or not, though the presence of a more dominant partner sent a thrill through him that was entirely unexpected. His scales tingled as the drake gasped, horns digging into the solidly packed dirt as his head fell away from her, leaving his throat bare and exposed with a trickle of blood from the scratch she'd given him. Yet that was hardly his concern as she sank onto his cock as if that had been her goal all along, taking his hard length deeper and deeper, reversing the roles that they had played way back in her meditation cave so very long ago.

Times were apt to change, however, as she rocked on him, groaning deep in the back of her throat, a feral sound simmering up from the dragoness' throat. He filled her slit as she bored own onto his cock, hips working, though it was not a position that she had tried in a very long time, not since her last time with Xigfeldo. Sure, there had been a few fun flings with Spyro and Flame, when they weren't wrapped up in adventure, but she had not spent all that much time with the males since Xigfeldo had left. Things had changed too much as she'd grown up to look more and more like the dragoness of so very many horrific nightmares, raining down destruction, yet there was something about the press of the drake's cock up into her that swept that from her mind.

Maybe that was all she needed to think about as her jaws parted, letting out a long, roiling hiss, spearing her sex on his length. It was long and thick and swelled to fit her body, as he always had, though her body was more yielding then than it had been before, her vent as tight as ever. Cynder was simply more capable of taking a thick length than she had been for the times after her very first time, having learned much more, squeezing around him and relishing in the sudden burst of pleasure it sent through her, tingling and curling unseen fingers into her soul.

It counteracted the darkness a little, just a little, some of the red glow easing from her eyes. It was enough, at least for the moment, and she leaned into it hungrily, desperately, working every muscle in her body that she still felt she had some manner of command over, grinding down onto him with due force and fervour. Again and again, the drake's thick cock disappeared into her cunt, her slit parted and strained around his girth, though the wasteland was not the place for such an act to take place while Cynder could not have thought of a more perfect location or even time.

Sometimes things happened when they were meant to happen. Snarling, she pinned him with a clawed, hind foot, digging into his thigh, driving him down with a feral howl as if she thought he was going anywhere. But Xigfeldo's jaws were parted, tongue lolling out, a hiss and a moan spilling forth as if they had only been waiting for the right time to make themselves known.

"Ohhh..." He groaned, rolling his head, wings stretching out on either side of his body, pinned even though the dragoness was still smaller than him. "Oh... Yes... Cynder... Cynder... Unnff... You've never been like this before."

She trembled. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? The thought quickly raced from her mind as his shaft twitched inside her, the drake twisting it back and forth as her need grew, the urgency of his body pushing back against her increasing tenfold. Xigfeldo was not a dragon that was apt to hold back for any longer than he needed to and the dominant dragoness, caught up in the fervour of darkness, overpowering him, her weight holding him down. A part of him was still shocked that she had enough strength in her to pin him with her body alone but he would later tell himself that it was because he was dazed, even though it was so much more that lay between them.

If release was what the dragoness needed...she could have all that she craved with him.

The drake snarled and whipped his head back, nearly cracking it on a rock, orgasm blasting through. It did not make itself known in a quiet, sensual rise but roiled forth with the passion of the sun, blazing down onto his scales. Of course, there was no warmth there with such cloud-cover but that was not something that the dragon was too concerned about, not then. Pleasure ripped through him, his cock tensing and squirting, his internally held testis aching to spill everything, though one load, of course, for a dragon who was rapidly coining his name as a breeding stud, would never be enough.

Cynder hissed but she had not even reached her orgasm yet and would not call halt to anything as she bucked and ground, her passage tensing and pulling at his length. Deeper, she wanted it deeper, grinding her slit flush to his scales and bearing down, the weight of her digging in. Her claws cut through his scales but neither of them could find it in themselves to care. It was not how things needed to be between them but it was how they were in that moment, the dragoness' snarl tearing through the dragon who had been the first one to ever taste the flower of her slit.

But they were grown further then, bigger and better and stronger than ever, two souls writhing together as Cynder's breath caught. His shaft filled her perfectly, tingling up to the edge of climax with a better angle to her hips, heart hammering, pounding, driving up through her as if it was about to burst out through her chest. She screamed out her climax as it crashed through her, as powerful as she felt in that moment, taking what she wanted as, of course, his cock remained hard inside her. That was a trick that he had shown her long ago and, with a devious grin, she knew that she was going to make more than good use of that.

He didn't have to wait to recover, not like some of the younger dragons - or maybe it was just his type of dragon. Who knew? All she knew though as she ground down and concentrated, flexing her muscles around him, was that she had a due distraction and something to tickle her fancy, her tail swinging back and forth lazily as she snarled softly in a rush of breath. Still, she was not as pent-up as she had been only a short while ago and things seemed a little bit lighter with a cock in her - even better when there was a stud of a male under her.

"Is this what you expected?" She growled, eyes intense, narrowing as if in threat. "To take me when you thought I was weak? Well, there are many things you don't know about me, drake..."

She didn't use his name even as Xigfeldo smirked and trembled under her, catching his breath with his eyes glittering.

"Then why don't you show me..."

It was an unfinished question and the dragoness had every inclination of doing that as she snarled, lashing her tail tightly around his and holding it down, the power of dominance thrumming through every muscle in her body. The fibres of what made up her body drew taut and a growl pulled at her lips, shaping the sound even as it rose from her throat. It was her and it made her feel alive, body tingling with energy as her need ran rampant. But, thankfully, she had an "oh so very eager and willing" male there to do the need for her, grinding down on him, her juices slopping out around his cock, her slit no longer creating such a tight seal around him.

Xigfeldo was in no position to complain and neither would he have wanted to as he twisted his cock back and forth inside her, experimenting and toying, playing with what made her moan the most. She was still very much in control though, slamming down on him, riding his cock in a most unconventional position but one that made his shaft jerk and drool without him even trying. Cynder just had that way about her than made him want to see what she was all about, her vent so tight and yielding around him at the same time that the very presence of her on top of him made him quiver.

Yet he could still thrust, dragging her down against him as she snarled, teeth gnashing together, though he dared her to threaten him. He could fight her and then they'd see who was truly the dominant party between them when it came to feats of magic and strength, the lore of their world carrying them through. With each grind of her hips, her pussy clenched around him, muscles rippling and massaging his length, although there was something erotically erratic about the pulse that made his breath catch. Xigfeldo shuddered, rumbling a purr, his body forced to respond as his cloaca slopped out more and more of his oil, even enough to affect his mind and reasoning. Later, he would become increasingly immune to the aphrodisiac he produced but a dragon like him would need a good few more years on him, their life spans stretching out beyond the horizon, to gain that control.

That was where the fun was. There didn't need to be any control or mastery over their bodies as Cynder humped and snarled, using his cock and his body for her own brand of twisted pleasure. She had more tricks in claw too, slamming down on his cock to take the tip all the way up to her innermost barrier, the drake rammed as deep as it was possible to be, his entire length kissed by her velvety cunny. The dragoness' folds clenched around him, dragging him in deeper when he didn't even think that was possible to do, squeezing another millimetre of flesh into her slit.

They gasped and rocked together, bodies moving more and more in sync, slowly but surely. It was coming, most definitely so, but in a way that brought them more into time with one another, despite the storm clouds brewing above. The need to climax again tingled through Cynder, a prickling, burning need, and she moaned out loud, head flung back, pressing down on his chest with both of her forepaws, putting her full weight on him. Never before had she had a drake beneath her like that, though she would not have said he was submitting, his cock twitching inside her, pressing up devoutly to that patch of nerves that he had shown Cynder when he had taken her virginity what seemed so very long ago.

It was wrong but it was right, Cynder snarling and snapping as orgasm flowed, pumping up thick and fast like a cock filling with blood. He just felt too good stretching her out, her passage growing tighter and tighter around him, her control over her body growing with the height of her orgasm. Her wings spread, trembling, and yet his cock was spurting all over again too, climaxing in the same moment that she did even as her juices further slickened his rampant breeding spire.

The drake growled, catching her jaws in his own, taking back a tiny shred of control, even though that was debatable when he was the one who was luxuriously pinned on the bottom of their liaison. He was right where he wanted to be, the trickle of blood something that made her rawness all the more erotic, though he didn't, as yet, know why. There was something about how her body was rough and ready to take him, primed for his meat, the drake growling into her mouth as he tilted his jaws to better lock them with her, tongues dancing and tangling passionately together. Kissing another dragon was not the easiest thing to do but they made it work, Cynder's shudder and moan of pure lust something that more than made it worth it for him as his tail twisted in her grasp, firmly locked in.

No... She wasn't letting him go anywhere in a hurry. She had things to take from him - things that, of course, matched up with what the drake wanted from her too, at least then, which was more of a happy accident than anything else. Snarling into his mouth, her tongue tangled with his as she lustfully kissed him back, hips rocking, gyrating on his cock. A shudder of pleasure rippled through her, muscles contracting and releasing in perfect symphony. Something different, something new, a new sensation... She did it again if only to confirm that it felt sensational, the tremble of the drake under her sealing that away in the back of her mind for another time.

She ground down, rocking her hips side to side, working her way to a fever-pitch of a high, the air thick and heavy around them, a storm brewing. Yet it was not a storm that would stop either of them from taking their lustful leave with one another as Xigfeldo tried with all his might, muscles straining, to thrust up into her, using his tail as leverage where hers pinned it down. Laughing into his maw, she licked her lips and withdrew, delirious with pleasure, cunny clenching in the prelude to climax, her high pushing more and more urgently on her mind. It had to come!

And it did, burning through her as if she had taken on a fire-ability, although even she did not dare hope that she, one day, may have been able to wield that breath. Cynder howled and snarled, snapping her jaws at nothing as her head snaked back and forth on the end of her long, deadly neck, rocking in climax, not seeing or hearing anything around her other than her own bliss. No, all she was caught up in was the press of his cock up inside her, how it twisted, demonstrating how he could move it, a prehensile shaft, how her folds squeezed it, the velvet of her passage pulsing around him, milking him.

He had to respond and she had the drake right where she wanted him as he erupted in orgasm all over again, straining and fighting and yet not quite trying to flip her off him. Something held Xigfeldo back that he could not even explain to himself as he thrashed and snarled, heaving for breath, the outline of his ribs showing through his scales as he fought to show off the delight of climax in the only way he knew how. Alas, Cynder held him too firmly for him to work his hips and bellow out more than what breath she allowed him, thick spurts of creamy seed flowing into her, though the grind of her cunny onto him forced out even more.

Messy drools of cum slickened his scales, the ripple of her cunny forcing them out even as she bore down, taking her pleasure of him, head thrown back in raw, unbridled ecstasy. Yet that was her right to take as a dragoness too, well and truly losing herself in a moment that teased the stress from her body, bringing her down, bringing her lower, bringing her back to a place where she could think clearly again.

And, when she blinked, she saw the drake that had helped her so much in her days of being a young adult helping her right there and then in being a fully mature dragoness, even if her body would likely still grow for another hundred years, if the guardians were anything to go by there. Her chest heaved and his eyes met hers, a softness in them as they creased at the corners, his jaws hanging open just to rasp in breath after breath, body running warmer than usual. He was usually cool but his scales warmed to the heat of her body, breath tickling out along his tongue with a warmer tint to it than normal, though he was still, as the type of dragon he was, cooler than Cynder.

Yet it was time for Xigfeldo to show her just what she was missing out on and just what the rest of the world had in store for her, if only she sought out her thrills and pleasures in the right places. It was not the time for words but it was a time for action as he dragged his tail up against her slit and the base of his cock, unwinding it from hers as she gave a shudder that ran down her spine. He was quicker than her, even with his cock still drooling and spurting the last remnants of his seed from that orgasm, swinging around her, their bodies wrapped up together and blissfully intertwined.

She barely had a moment in which to catch her breath, though it was hardly a moment of weakness after the feats of strength and dominance that she had displayed, the drake on top of her in moments and purring as he licked his neck. The stroke of his tongue was soothing, his cock still inside her, the dragoness' legs hooked up around his hips as she clung to him in the only way that she could there, tail trying to dominate his again even as she found herself deliciously in a situation where they were more evenly matched.

"Feeling better?" He murmured, nuzzling at her neck, cock twitching inside her. "I'm sure there's a better way to soothe this itch than smashing up rocks and calling on a tornado?"

He punctuated his words with a knowing roll of his hips. Little did the younger dragoness, not as experienced in the world as he was, know that she was far from the first to go on a rampage, though she, at least, had chosen a location where no one would get hurt. Her actions said far more about her than the words of others, crimson scales protective under his nose even as he gave her throat another soothing, softening lick. Moaning, she squeezed down (probably involuntarily) around his shaft, milking him, her body demanding more even as her mind struggled to catch up with the enormity of the shift between them.

"Much less an itch," she groaned, acknowledging that he knew at least a little of what had been going on for her, even if it was something that they would have to talk about later. "A drive... There's no one..."

"No one there, but you are here. This is what matters."

He drew her back to the present as her back end lifted from the ground, the clasp of her tail around his helping to keep her in place rather than his cock instantly sliding from her. In that fashion, Xigfeldo was able to stand fully without hunching over her, his cock drooling, his thick oil slopping out of his cloaca too as if in a messy cream-pie, though it was barely the moment for that.

Cynder had to remember that she was who she was and not the dragoness that others told her she was, groaning as her head fell back, allowing the drake to show her how willingly rough he could be to her. She'd thought she'd slammed down on his shaft but that was nothing compared to the sensual pounding he gave her. There was no prelude and certainly no warm-up, taking his liberty with her much as she'd done the same for him, drool slavering from his maw, which still hung open, tucked down to the side of his neck.

Cock pounding, Xigfeldo thrust as if she was the last fuck he'd ever get though, to be honest, that was never going to happen with him, considering his lust, virility and abject vitality for life itself. There was nothing that could have gotten him to stop without due cause as he gave her the roughness of reality that she had been looking at in the wrong way for so long. There were coarser sides of life, that was true but wasn't it so much better to find the pleasure in them, a pounding cock and a tight cunny coming together so perfectly? There was no reason for her to linger in the past - let others do that. She was a strong, beautiful, powerful dragoness and she had shown that more than aptly in how she had pinned him, taken him and was now taking every stroke of his thick, throbbing cock.

Cynder howled out her pleasure, his cock pressing up against her G-spot, the twitching length easily able to position itself once he had worked out just where he needed to angle his dick. Just the first touch of it sent electric sparks zinging through her body, crying out her exultations, yet her orgasm came as thick and as fast as a breeding spire spilling its load, filling her up, longing for that heady throb of cum all over again. Licking her lips in a lewd, wet smack, she hissed and tried to rock against him, though lusciously founds herself pinned, the tables turned as he showed her all that he was capable of in turning the tables back on her too.