Breaking Point (Spyro x Cynder) - 02/07

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Drawn by Spirale
Story by me

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I quietly looked at her. She didn’t move, only lingered in the space between breaths, each one growing heavier with the passing time. Dragonesses weren't meant to endure such a wait. She was consumed by a fire deep within, aching for someone -anyone- to ease her torment.
But gazing at her now—bound, panting, her body slick with sweat and need—I felt a raw pull in my gut, a primal response to the sheer intensity of her restrained heat.

I didn’t know her name. To me, she was simply The Prisoner, the one deemed too dangerous to be unchained. The one whose blazing heat no dragoness could soothe, no matter how hard they tried. They told me what to do: to use my fingers, to give her the pleasure she so desperately craved, just enough to carry her through the worst of it. If I could bring her release, perhaps then we could talk. Perhaps then, she might become something more than a looming threat.

I stepped closer, and her body responded immediately, pulling toward me like a magnet, only to be restrained by the chains that held her back. She let out impatient noises, drooling over her own chest.

"Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. Everything’s going to be just fine." I softly placed my hand on her cheek, hoping to soothe her. Instead, she jerked her head away and arched her body upward in protest.

"Alright! I get it!..."

With a quiet breath, I moved behind her and let my hand trail over her every curve, readying her for what was coming.

She trembled, a heat radiating from her that was impossible to ignore. This wasn’t just the fire of desire; it was a desperate, consuming fire, pulling at her from the inside. Her body responded to my closeness, legs parted in silent invitation. Yet, as I drew my fingers inside, the heat took me by surprise, forcing me to pull back. She let out a faint whimper, her need clear as she silently begged for me to return.

I was a dragon—surely, I could handle a little heat, couldn't I?
But this was no heat—it was a devouring blaze, an unbearable fever coursing beneath her scales, begging for release. Her body pulsed like molten lava, alive with a desperate wild fire I couldn’t have prepared for.

As two of my fingers bravely went back into her boiling self, a sense of relief washed over her, and her curvy body pressed gently against mine, as if it was the first time she'd ever had something to lean on.

Her form against mine made my pulse race, making me so hard that I started throbbing against her rear.

She noticed.
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