WARNING: This is M rated for a reason. 14 and over, please! Given Inside and Reddragonx believe strongly in emotional strong romance, therefore readers must be mature enough to understand what's to come.

It was evening time at the Dragon Temple, peaceful and quiet after the defeat of the Saylo just one month ago. Despite the tragic loss of his mentor, Ignitus, Spyro had managed to carry on well, keeping peace inside the Temple with his role as Master Guardian. Cynder, who married him the night after she feared him dead, was doing excellent as well, holding her title as his mate prouder than the title of The Dark Temptress. They never separated, always walking and laying together with their tails clasped behind them. This night, this glorious evening, was to change everything for the better.

Spyro slowly made his away across the darkening corridors as evening approached; the only thing that always managed to rob time away from his most beloved siren was that of his new duties. The noble purple dragon gave a deep sigh as he gently stretched the ligaments beneath his skin, curving his spine and wings before beginning his journey to his and Cynder's new room. Weeks had passed since the bloody battle against Adoni and his forces, yet sometimes the aches and pains still came to his mind.

A deepening hue of twilight poured against the stone floor of the hallway Spyro was inside. He twitched slightly as he felt the sun's comforting touch massage his scales. It had been some time since such a welcoming feeling blessed these halls. Spring had already begun its aging process, giving away to the lush and inviting allure of Summer winds.

"For once, I can actually understand just how pressured Ignitus was," mumbled Spyro as he turned another sharp corner. He knew that his loving mate awaited him just a few more meters ahead. Making her wait for him so long was not particularly part of his desires.

Both Spyro and Cynder found the newfound peace and comfort in each other's loving embrace counterbalanced by the now daunting task of rebuilding the world around them, but Spyro knew full well that so long as the two had their undying love burning as brightly as the sun itself, no obstacle would dare stand against them.

Paving its eternal path across the sky once more, the bringer of hope and content slowly touched against the far away horizon. Green leaves slowly shriveled unto themselves, seemingly aware that the warm heartbeat was retreating for the nightly hours. Spyro found himself lost in the view for several moments as he stopped to gaze out of the open window present in the hallway. There were so many reasons why he loved this world. His friends and loved ones, not to mention the pure rejoice of life and beauty that constantly surrounded him.

Spyro coughed slightly, intentionally breaking his stare back towards the nearby door. Only one thing above all else completely drove his soul, someone that he never once expected to find. How could he find such...joy...in a world as dark as it was. It was oddly ironic that the joy in his life came from the former bringer of unholy darkness. She was the terror of the skies and heavens above, the deadliest servant of the cursed dragon Malefor.

"No..." spoke Spyro firmly as a prideful smile broke forth from his maw. He knew the truth and refused to let the past infest his mind. She was no longer held captive by her inner demons. She had joined together with him in the most sensuous and beautiful union that one could ever hope to achieve. Cynder stood by his side at the end of life itself, never faltering or giving in to the evil. She gave his heart and soul a reason to move forward, and he gladly returned the favor in the only way he knew she deserved. Spyro released a content sigh and pressed on, walking briskly down the hall as he prepared to meet yet again with his precious Cynder.

Spyro felt the sun's beams of light retreat away from his scales as he pushed his shoulder against the door to their room; he finally made it. Giving a light squeal, the ancient passage gave forth to the dragon's strength, slowly prying open. The purple dragon breathed deeply, already feeling the surreal and enticing scent of his black beauty calling for his attention.

The room was built just for the two of them, the best given to the Master Guardian and Dark Temptress. All three other Guardians, Volteer, Terrador, and Cyril, contributed their own craftsmanship to the room, placing their mastered elements of earth, ice, and electricity to good use. A beautiful and seemingly indestructible table of pure ice rested in the center, forged by the Ice Guardian, Cyril, while a masterfully crafted stone perch served as the nesting and sleeping quarters for the two lovers. That was Terrador's gift, and both Spyro and Cynder appreciated it deeply. The room in total was highly decorated with pieces of dragon architecture; four pillars at the edge of each corner rose upwards before being capped by four gentle torches. The entire room itself seemed to glow as the night descended upon the land. Several perpendicular dragon texts carved their way across the walls, and awakened every night in a spectacular spark of electric currents. The words made their way towards the ceiling, where they collided into a magnificent talon crafted glass chandelier, all compliments of the electric Guardian and well-known talker, Volteer.

Spyro always found himself lost in the décor of his room. He never expected so much from his teachers, but after the flurry of horrifying events and hurtful sacrifices, they seemed more willing than ever to show just how Spyro and Cynder gave hope to the world.

Spyro came back to reality as an all too familiar chill ran up the male dragon's scales, his amethyst eyes closing gently as the gentle tip of a certain dragoness' tail scratched across his back. Spyro gave a slight groan as he felt an immense warmness brush against his side. Cynder knew exactly how to entice her mate, and she always used it to her advantage. Finding the mental strength to respond, Spyro turned his head slightly towards the left, only to come in contact with Cynder's cheek.

The two dragons unleashed a fury of purrs and groans as they rubbed against each other; both lost in the intoxicating scent of one another.

"What took you so long, babe?" asked Cynder gently before wrapping her tail lovingly around his. The two dragons found themselves sitting on their haunches, Cynder's head resting under Spyro's jaw, constantly rubbing into his neck with her snout. Spyro purred once more before licking the seemingly glowing mark planted on Cynder's forehead.

"I'm so sorry for being late, Cyn," replied Spyro remorsefully. "As much as I admire the elders, they just never know when to shut up about some things." He closed his eyes once more, allowing Cynder's steady breathing to bring him out of his frustrations of work.

"Well," Cynder giggled out softly, gently scratching one of her pearly white horns on her head underneath Spyro's chin. "My job's been rather hectic too, today, but..." she paused to let out a soft and tempting purr. "Now, I have another job to focus on." Cynder felt her mate's heart pounding within his golden breast. She knew just how to get her purple savior's mind turning, and she thanked the ancestors every day that he pulled her away from Malefor's tendrils, not to mention her own. "And I also know how easily Volteer can drag on and on, so my job's to help you forget what he rambled to you." She looked up and gently licked his muzzle. Spyro gave an immense smile; clearly displaying his pearly white teeth. The black dragoness laughed gently before teasingly moving away, arching her back and lustfully dragging the blunt side of her tail blade across Spyro's chest and neck as if to lead him.

Spyro clearly felt his heart skip a beat. Nothing ever felt more right to him. This was his calling in life, to keep his Cynder happy and honor their union that they pledged so fervently before the entire alliance.

"Have I ever told you just how much I love you, my 'Dark Temptress'?" Cynder spun her head around quickly before revealing her own set of elegant, yet deadly, fangs in a pleasing smile.

"Maybe just once or twice," she gracefully teased, "but I must say that you more than prove that love with each night we spend in bed." Spyro felt a familiar arousal respond to such memories. He smiled and quickly leapt onto all fours, pursuing his mate towards the stone platform where their bed was. He loved her with every inch of his being. Four whole years had been spent rescuing her, chasing after her, fighting along side her; he even sacrificed his life for her. While seeing his wife lead the way to their place of loving refuge, he smirked, realizing he'd do it all again in a heartbeat. Cynder was the love of his life, and he was hers. Nothing, no word, enchantment, or curse would ever draw the two apart. They were a loving family, and things were perfect.

Cynder traversed several stone steps, clearly swaying her hindquarters with each movement to further taunt her husband. Spyro kept his amethyst eyes fixed firmly upon the enticing display, praising the Ancestors internally at the fact that the dragoness in front of him was his to hold, love, and in this case, make love to.

"Dark Temptress indeed..." Spyro said with a strange tone to his voice. Yet a tone that Cynder was very much familiar with. The glowing text that lined the stone walls seemingly responded to the mood; dimming themselves as if upon command. High above them, a large dome shaped window capped the peak of the room, allowing both sun and darkness to envelop the heavily used dragon's roost. Cynder slowly stepped onto their bed and circled twice before turning to face her husband, love and desire present inside her bright eyes.

Amethyst and sapphire mixed against each other as Spyro watched his mate slowly lower herself down on their bed, purring temptingly as her back rested against the soft red cushion that graced the bed. She spread her crimson wings out fully on both sides of her body to give him a full view of her elegant beauty. Spyro's breathing began to pick up as his senses fogged over. To make it even more tempting, Cynder's tail began to sway back and forth as she rested her paws against the stone slab beside the bed. What she did next drove her mate to the brink.

"And she is aching to receive her Master Guardian," she purred, slowly spreading her hind legs open. Spyro growled in need as he descended upon her enticing form. Their bodies met in a flurry of passion, her chest against his perfectly as black legs wrapped around purple scales.

Spyro drove his tongue deep into her begging maw while the two battled for sheer succulent dominance, neither willing to control the vast amount of hormones. Sweat began to clearly take form on their scales, Cynder seizing the initiative moments later by flipping herself atop Spyro's body. The purple dragon ran his talons across her crimson underbelly, slowly feeling the area just above her womb.

"Ancestors, Cynder," whispered Spyro emotionally as she took his paws in hers. "I don't know how life was ever possible before you." Cynder brought his muscular forearms around her torso and released them from her grasp so his paws would rest firmly against her rear.

"How was life possible for either of us?" Cynder questioned back as Spyro brought his head upwards. She lowered her eyes, sighing as the color of Spyro's amethyst ones warmed her heart. "I would sooner kill myself then ever be separated from you." Love and lust in control, Cynder dove her maw downward, meeting fiercely once more in an explosive battle of slick tongues. Suddenly, she remembered why she truly waited for him. She turned her sapphire eyes downwards, releasing a subtle whimper as Spyro licked over her chest roughly. She had to tell him.

"Spyro...." groaned Cynder as her eyes fogged over. The purple dragon continued his assault and moved his tongue even quicker. Cynder grabbed his head firmly before tracing his horns with her claws. "I.....I....."

"What is it Cynder?" asked Spyro in slight worry. Even in the most intimate of moments he would always place her comfort over his any day. It was just another reason why she loved him so fiercely. His caring eyes grew large in anticipation of her answer. He hadn't overstepped his boundaries had he? Amethyst eyes told the entire story as Cynder smiled lovingly.

"Don't worry baby...it is not that...it's...something else..."

"Please Cynder...tell me what's wrong." spoke Spyro as he pulled her close to his chest. Cynder ran her muzzle along his before taking his paw, carefully placing it yet again to her abdomen.

The stars and celestial moons emerged from the clouds high above, illuminating the bed beneath the glass sphere as the black dragoness placed her mouth against Spyro's ear. She whispered several quiet words into the dragon's mind.

Many moments passed before Cynder pulled her mouth away, driving her sapphire orbs deep into his as she awaited a sign of emotional response. The purple dragon's eyes grew wider with each passing second as realization slowly danced along the border between realism and imagination.

"Y...you're?" mumbled Spyro in shock. She smiled, bobbing her head innocently. "And...and I'm the...?" Once again, Cynder held the smile, her tail entwining with Spryo's. "Cyn...we're...gunna be...?"

"Parents, Spyro." Spyro's words were almost all incoherent, but Cynder understood every word, cutting off his final phrase with the true answer. Spyro placed a paw to his temple.

"A...a...Ancestors..." He remained still, saying nothing more. Cynder looked into his eyes, love still within hers as she gave a smile to him.

"Spyro....yes....we did it. You're going to be a father." Spyro gently picked up Cynder's form, slowly setting her beside him as he stood to his paws, silently stepping down from their roost. Cynder watched his every movement as fear came into her chest. He wanted a child, right? She shook her head as she stood up, cautiously following behind him with her tail low behind her. She was worried, scared that her gift to him wasn't going to be accepted. He had to have wanted one! After all, they had fully mated almost nightly since their marriage.

Spyro's amethyst eyes remained wide and uncontrollable, as if searching for realization in physical form before him. He was in complete speechless shock, mindlessly walking with his mate in tow behind him. He suddenly turned around, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Cynder felt pain stab at her heart as he backed up slowly, increasing the space between them.

"Cyn...you're...gravid?" stammered Spyro through clenched teeth. The black dragoness could only nod once more in response, tears threatening to fall from her sapphire orbs.

"I am Spyro," she lovingly told him, still holding her gaze to his. He had to accept it; he had to bear this with her. It was his job as her husband. "I'm carrying your child's egg, babe. I...I'm carrying our love's gift." His mind blanked somehow, causing him to ask the stupidest of questions.

"But....but how..."

"Well," interjected Cynder with a slight laugh. "I hate to tell you, but when you pull what we have been doing for quite some time, something was bound to get through." She noticed tears also streak down his scaly cheeks, his jaw slightly twitching.

"A family...a...a hatchling..."

"Of our very own, my love," completed Cynder again before taking a trusting step closer to him. "Spyro...we've done it. I...I fulfilled my promise to you." Spyro blinked several times before turning around once more. Cynder watched in confusion as he slowly paced around the ice table and towards a stone archway on the far side of the room. Even the moles decided to pitch in their contributions to the roost, and designed a grand balcony that could look out over the vast wilderness before them. "Please Spyro?" Cynder asked worriedly. "Tell me what you're feeling. Did I...did I do something wrong? Did you not want one yet?" She began sniffling, tears of shame and embarrassment falling from her cheek and to the stone floor of their room. Their first child, one they both wanted to be brought in from shear love, seemed to be unwanted by the very one that had helped create it. He remained quiet, slowly sulking out to the balcony. "Spyro!" Cynder followed carefully, still keeping her distance. She felt betrayed, hurt that her love was unwilling to even answer her. "What is it?" The purple dragon merely twitched his wings as he reached the edge of the balcony. Unknown to Cynder, Spyro was in a mental state unlike one he'd ever been in before, battling all of his inner fears deep within.

A hatchling, he thought, his eyes facing the vast wilderness ahead of him. I...I have the chance to be what my parents weren't. I...I can change things! He suddenly turned to Cynder, though his mouth refused to open. We...can change things. Ancestors, I swear, this hatchling will know what love is. I'll do my best to raise it...we both will.

The moons and stars were holding nothing back on this night, displaying their dominance over the insignificant land as tear after tear ran down Spyro's scales. Cynder moved to the beginning of the balcony, her heart racing faster and faster with each unresponsive moment. Spyro's breathing had also become more erratic, his chest rising and falling drastically with each shallow breath he took. Sweat began to form and mix with his tears, causing Cynder to assume the worst.

"Oh Spyro," she cried, sobbing as she inched over to his side. "Baby I'm so sorry...I...I thought this is what we both wanted......something we could share forever....please don't be upset with me.....I'm..."

No! Spyro suddenly shot his head up, facing the two luminous moons as his jaw opened. From there, all his emotions flew out into one enormous, joy-felt roar, echoing from his throat and bouncing off the trees in the forest all around him. The roar seemed unending, keeping a rejoicing high pitch as he willingly allowed his tears to flow. The purple dragon before her felt his heart and soul break from their confines and spill forth from his proud chest, proclaiming his joy for all to hear. Spyro, the Purple Savior, the Master Guardian...was going to be a father! Cynder's heart jumped even higher then the furthest star upon hearing his heartfelt cry into the night, her tears streaming just as numerous as his.


"I'm going to be a father!!" bellowed Spyro over his homeland. The wind circled upwards from the trees as it carried his announcement for all creatures of the night to hear. They all seemed to join in on the nocturnal melody as Spyro roared like never before. This was something he would die for. Finally it was his. Cynder ran up to her lover's side and rubbed against him joyfully, her warm tears of shame quickly changing to those of joy and passion. She had succeeded, finally providing her greatest gift to him. Spyro turned his head towards hers with the largest smile he could possibly muster, their bodies trembling against each other. "Oh, Cynder! I...I...I can't believe this! We...we are going to be parents! Us? Parents!" The two laughed against each other as hot tears mixed against their scales. "By the Ancestors Cynder... we're going to have a family!"

"Yes Spyro, yes!" Cynder cried back gleefully. Nothing could bring this down. It was impossible for anything to come between this bind their love sealed. Spyro again turned his maw towards the heavens and bellowed all the love in his being towards the moon. Cynder couldn't hold herself back and quickly joined him and the creatures of the night, roaring with her husband as she crossed her right forepaw over her body to lovingly rest it on his chest. The stars seemed to have lit up brighter as they unleashed their silver sparkle unto the sky, showing their congratulations to the young couple far below them.

The melody continued for what seemed like endless hours of pure ecstasy, taking several seconds of joyous singing before both dragons managed to refrain from their sudden outbreak.

"I love you I love you...I love you!!" shouted Spyro as he wrapped his arms and wings around the petite form of his lover. Cynder let tears of joy run like a silver river as she drove her muzzle into Spyro's chest. "You...you gave me a child, Cynder. A...a child!" Cynder, despite her joyous state, couldn't help but leave a sly remark.

"Well," she sniffled, her eyes still watery, "technically, you gave me one." She brought her snout back to his neck, driving her muzzle lovingly against it as she continued he joyous cries. "Oh Spyro...I...I never expected to have this feeling....it's......it's...." she trailed off as Spyro lifted her chin to meet his eyes.

"Thank you Cynder. Ancestors, thank you for giving this to us....thank you for giving me your heart..." Spyro murmured through tears and sniffles.

"I only wish I could give you more still." responded Cynder as she held Spyro's left paw to her cheek and his right to her abdomen. Spyro slowly massaged the delicate skin that bore his first child as his muzzle leaned in to delicately kiss his wife. He broke away, staring with immense love deep into her eyes.

"You have my soul...my heart...my very being....and now our love is finally complete." Cynder suddenly pressed her muzzle forward and drove her lips into Spyro's almost violently, the purple dragon passionately wrapping his paws around her and pulling his mate towards him. Hot tongues wrestled together as the gentle night breeze kissed the sweat that decorated their bodies.

Cynder found herself pushing against his body harder; the passion growing more and more fierce with every infectious move the two made on each other. Spyro growled into her mouth as their senses began to cloud once more, but Cynder was quick to break the moment, pulling her mouth away from his.

"Spyro? What about the rule the Guardians hold? I...I don't want our child to be under watch from them like we were before we hatched. I...I want it with us, beside us all the time. I...I want to see it grow, babe. I want to see it grow from a hatchling to a dragon far larger than you and I and..." He laughed, lifting his claw up to place it against her muzzle.

"Honey," he whispered, slowly pulling his paw away. "You forget, we're now Guardians too. I'm the Master Guardian, and what I say must be done." His eyes wandered down to her slightly swollen stomach; signs of the growing egg beginning to show already. "And I say, that child in there, will never EVER leave our sight. We'll watch it, we'll take care of it, and we will raise it. Not as the Guardians wish for it to be raised, but as WE wish for it to be." Cynder let out whimper as she looked away.

"I...just...don't want the same thing to happen, Spyro, I don't want history repeating itself...not with OUR child!" spoke Cynder at a gentle shout. Her male counterpart wrapped his wings around her tighter, providing even more comfort.

"It won't," he replied confidently. "I swear to you with every essence of strength in my soul, Cynder, that our child will never suffer the same torments that we both had to endure. He'll be loved...and protected. Nothing will ever touch him so long as I have life in me." Spyro spoke firmly to her, proving his belief in the responsibility of a true loving father. Cynder couldn't help but smile at her mate's nature. It was why she could love no other bedsides him. Their souls were intertwined beyond the world itself, forever with each other to the brink of existence and beyond even that.

"But what if it's a girl?" Cynder sharply asked. Spyro twisted his head around before cocking it sideways in an amusing manner.

"A...a girl?" Spyro shook his head. "That doesn't matter...if it is a female, she would still get the same protection from me. I won't let my family come to harm, ever!"

Their lips crashed together once more, and this time nothing would come between the two mating souls. Cynder slowly pulled her dragon towards the inner sanctum of their room, knowing full well what she intended for them to do.

Spyro's heart rate picked up again as Cynder tackled him onto the red bedspread. She rested on top of him, ready to claim the body of the dragon she would forever cherish. Spyro heard a feminine growl make it's way from her maw, seconds before she firmly bucked her hips against his lower section, teasing him into complete arousal.

The purple dragon felt his mind disappear over the edge of reason.

"Now Cynder. How is it you manage to pull the best out of me?" reasoned Spyro while grabbing her hips tightly. Cynder only smirked and jabbed her hips viciously against his growing dragonhood once more.

"I don't expect any less of you tonight, baby," she moaned lovingly. "Please, make love to the dragon you love so much. Make love to me." Spyro's mind exploded as he flipped Cynder onto her back, the black dragoness purring loudly as her hind legs spread wide. Moments later, her hind legs wrapped around Spyro's strong abdomen once more. Sweat formed on their brows before hot lips smashed against each other again.

"Death itself can't keep me from you...Dark Temptress." Cynder's eyes widened as she felt an all too familiar sensation enter the depths of her body. She purred again, closing her eyes as she enjoyed her mate's arousing warmth inside of her.

"Yes Spyro," Cynder panted as Spyro began his thrusts. Even after mating so many times, he was always so gentle and perfect to her. Cynder's wings spread out as she let released soft growl of pleasure. "As...nothing...will...keep me...away either." Spyro closed his eyes and sucked on sections of Cynder's chest gently while he continued pleasing his wife, the mother of his first child.

"I love you..."

CYA

PEACE!