Breaking Point (Spyro x Cynder) - 01/07

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Drawn by Spirale
Story by me

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The matriarch moved swiftly up the tower steps, her long tail swaying behind her. She paused before a reinforced door, casting a brief glance back at me. Her voice was quiet, but edged with warning.
“We’re grateful you came, Spyro."
I smirked. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve stopped a threat to the Dragon Realms.”

Her tone remained even, but her gaze lingered just a moment too long. "They say you still haven’t chosen a mate, even after all these years..."
I shrugged. "The Elders certainly have candidates in mind. But I’m not ready to be bound just yet."

She nodded, though with a wistful undertone. Then her voice shifted, sober and low.
“You know what The Prisoner is, don’t you?"
I inclined my head. "One born of shadow shall chain the flame that defies all others. I know the prophecy.”
She continued. "A pyre barely contained. Heat without restraint. Every breath she draws only feeds the blaze within her. And if she shatters, those chains will disintegrate into nothingness. What emerges won’t be  fire... but an all-consuming cataclysm.”
Her voice lowered further, almost hesitant now.
“We hope you’ll be able to at least ease her torment. And if not...” She looked at me, eyes heavy with the weight of command. “We’re counting on you to deal with the threat before it becomes unstoppable. By any means necessary.”

The matriarch held my gaze for a breath, then slowly extended a claw. With a reluctant gesture, she traced a glowing sigil across the lock. The heavy door creaked open, and light flooded the room, revealing nothing but darkness and the dragoness standing at its center.
Her form was both splayed and poised, her body curving in a manner that appeared both spontaneous and suggestive, every muscle tensed as if caught mid-thrust by her own need.

She trembled, her breath sharp and uneven as she reacted to the sudden intrusion. Her eyes were covered, and she was bound tightly, restrained completely. Despite her helpless state, she possessed a haunting beauty.
Though the chains pinned her limbs and muzzle in place, the cruel irony was that her hips had enough room to move—just enough to torture her with the illusion of relief she could never reach alone.
As I drew nearer, her head turned, sensing my presence. A slow trickle of drool escaped her mouth, her body unable to hide the fire that consumed her. But drool wasn’t the only thing leaking profusely from her body.
The sight was overwhelming, and I had to steady myself. How long had she been like this?

I lingered for a moment, gaze resting on the dragoness.
“We tried to satisfy her ourselves,” she admitted softly, a blush creeping over her face. “But it never lasted. Her insatiable need kept coming back, each time more powerful, more demanding. We dread the thought that next time, our efforts might fall short. The heat of an adult dragoness is nothing to take lightly, Spyro. Especially during her first cycle. Her Year of the Dragon."

Then, without another word, she turned and walked away. The door closed behind me, leaving me alone with The Prisoner.
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