A Fawns feelings

Spyro stretched his purple wings wide under the warm sun of the Dragonlands, feeling the familiar rush of home settle into his scales like a long-overdue nap. The realms were safe now, thanks to him and his endless heroics. No more Rhynocs, no more Red Wizards, no more world-ending threats chasing him across dimensions. For the first time since he was a hatchling, the young dragon could breathe easy. He padded along the sun-baked cliffs on all fours, his claws clicking softly against the stone, tail swishing lazily behind him.

He perched on a ledge overlooking the vast valleys, where elder dragons like Ignitus and Cyril bustled about rebuilding. Spyro grinned to himself. "Finally, time to kick back and enjoy the view," he muttered, his voice carrying that signature cocky lilt. But even as peace wrapped around him, a flicker of restlessness stirred in his chest. Adventures were great, but lately, his thoughts kept drifting to softer things, to a certain fawn.

A soft rustle from the treeline below snapped him out of it. Elora emerged, her lithe female form bounding up the path with effortless grace. Her fur was a warm tawny color, speckled with white on her cleavage and underbelly, her deer-like legs ending in delicate black hooves that clicked rhythmically. She wore her usual outfit, a skimpy arrangement of broad green leaves that hugged her curves like nature's own lingerie ending in a short leaf skirt, the green leafs covering her ample breasts and her hips. The leaves shifted with every step, teasing glimpses of furred skin beneath. Her long ears twitched as she spotted him, and her bright green eyes lit up with that familiar spark of mischief.

"Spyro!" she called, her voice light and melodic, laced with excitement. She leaped the last few rocks in a single bound, landing close enough that he caught her earthy, floral scent. "I heard you were back for good. Avalar's been boring without you charging in to save the day."

Spyro's heart did a little flip, though he'd never admit it. He tilted his head, smirking. "Elora! What, you miss getting dragged into my chaos? Thought you'd be glad for some peace and quiet with Hunter and the Professor."

She laughed, a sound that made him smile, and stepped closer, her hand reaching out to stroke the ridge of scales along his neck. Her touch sent a warm shiver through him. From Elora's view, Spyro looked every bit the hero: compact and powerful, his purple body gleaming, wings folded neatly, those sharp purple eyes locking onto hers with playful intensity. She'd crossed realms just to see him, her chest tightening with nerves she hid behind her usual teasing grin. All those adventures together, fighting side by side, sharing laughs and close calls. She'd buried her feelings deep, but now that he was settling down? It was definitely time.

"Peace is overrated," she said, hopping onto the ledge beside him. She sat cross-legged, her leaf skirt riding up her thighs, exposing more of her soft fur. "Besides, I wanted to see if the ‘mighty’ Spyro was really hanging up his wings. You? Settling down? Sounds suspicious."

Spyro chuckled, lying down on his belly to meet her eye level, his tail curling around her casually. "Hey, even heroes need a break. Dragonlands are calling me home. Got a nice cave picked out to put my gema, endless sheep to chase if I get bored. What about you? Sticking around Avalar or what?"

Elora's playful facade softened. She looked out over the valleys, her ears drooping slightly. From her perspective, this was it, the moment she'd rehearsed a hundred times in quiet moments. Spyro's presence always made her feel alive, charged, like she could leap mountains. "Actually... I was thinking of visiting more. A lot more. Spyro, we've been through so much. You, me, against the world. And I... I need to tell you something."

Spyro's smirk faded, sensing the shift. He lifted his head, wings rustling, a cute curious expression plastered on his face. "Yeah? Spill it, Elora. You know you can tell me anything."

She turned to him, her green eyes locking onto his purple ones, vulnerability cracking her confident shell. "I like you, Spyro. More than like. I've had feelings for you since... Well, since you first showed up in Avalar, all cocky and charging headfirst into danger. You're brave, you're fun, and you make me feel safe. But it's more than that. I want to be with you. Here. Now that you're settling down."

“R-really?” Spyro's breath caught. He'd felt it too, that pull every time she fought beside him, her laughs echoing in his ears long after battles. Her touch ignited something primal in his dragon blood. "Elora... I thought you knew. I've been crazy about you since day one. All those adventures? Half the reason I kept going was hoping you'd be there at the end. Yeah, I want this. I want you."

Relief and joy flooded her, and before she could stop herself Elora leaned in, cupping his snout in her soft hands. Their lips met, her mouth pressing warmly against his scaled muzzle. Spyro's eyes widend for a moment before melting into the kiss, his long lizard tongue flicked out tentatively, tasting her sweetness, and she opened for him, moaning softly as they kissed deeply. His forepaw came up, gently pawing at her side, careful with his claws.

Elora broke the kiss, breathless, her body heating up. "Your cave. Now," she whispered, standing and tugging at his horn playfully.

“Right now?” Spyro then grinned wickedly. "Bossy. I like it." He bounded off the ledge, letting her climb onto his back for the short flight to his new home, a spacious cavern overlooking a private hot spring. "Also, have I told you that I really like the way your outfit brings out the colour in your eyes?” Elora playfully rolled her eyes with a smirk. Her thighs gripped his sides, leaves brushing his scales, and he felt her warmth pressing against him already. The fawn bent forward and whispered beside his horn. “I think you'll like me better in my birthday suit.” Spyro felt a blush rushing to his purple scales.

Inside the cave, glowing crystals lit the space softly. Spyro set her down gently, turning to nuzzle her neck. Elora's soft hands roamed his body, tracing the powerful muscles of his chest and belly, down to where his reptile slit/sheath parted, revealing his emerging dragon cock, thick and ridged, already hardening to a deep purple hue, slick with natural arousal, making him growl.

Spyro growled low, a pleased rumble. "Your turn." His teeth nipped at her leaf top, tugging it free. Her breasts spilled out, full and furred, pink nipples hardening in the cool air. He lapped at one eagerly, his rough tongue circling the peak, making her gasp and arch. Elora peeled off the rest of her leaves, revealing her dripping folds, pink and slick amidst tawny fur, her small tail flicking excitedly as she sat back down beside him.

Elora's eyes gleamed with hunger as she gazed down at Spyro's throbbing dragon cock, fully emerged from its slit, thick and ridged along its length, the deep purple shaft glistening with slick arousal that beaded at the tapered tip. “It seems like someone enjoys the view.” She licked her lips, her breath coming in hot pants, the scent of his musk filling her senses and making her own folds ache with need. "Gods, Spyro, I didn't know it'd look this incredible," she whispered, her voice husky with desire as she bent forward.

Spyro watched her with wide purple eyes, his chest heaving, a low rumble building in his throat. "Elora... what are you..." His words trailed off into a groan as her soft, furred hands wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing gently, feeling it pulse hotly under her palms. She leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive ridges, and pressed a tentative kiss to the tip, her tongue darting out to lap at the slick pre-cum. The taste was salty-sweet, exotic, igniting a fire in her belly. "Mmm, you taste… Kinda sweet, I didn't expect that from a dragon," she murmured playfully, before parting her lips and taking the head into her mouth.

Spyro's head fell back against the cave floor with a thud, his wings flaring out involuntarily as pleasure shot through him like wildfire. "Fuck, Elora... that's... ahh!" Her mouth was velvet heat, her tongue swirling around the tip, tracing every ridge with deliberate strokes. She bobbed her head slowly at first, sucking with building suction, her cheeks hollowing as she took more of him in, inch by ridged inch. Her hands pumped the base in rhythm, twisting slightly to heighten the sensation, while her other hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten under her touch. Saliva mixed with his pre, dripping down his shaft, making obscene wet sounds that echoed in the crystal and Gem-lit cave.

From Spyro's view, she was breathtaking: her tawny furred breasts swaying with each bob, pink nipples erect, her long ears twitching as she hummed around his length, sending vibrations straight to his core. He reached down with a paw, careful with his claws, stroking her hair and guiding her gently deeper. "Deeper, yeah... just like that. Your mouth feels so good... gods, you're perfect." Elora moaned around him in response, the vibration making him buck his hips lightly, pushing further into her throat. She gagged softly but pushed on, relaxing her throat, her green eyes watering but locked on his, filled with lust and adoration. She pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, only to dive back in, sucking harder, faster, her tongue flicking relentlessly under the ridges.

Spyro's tail thrashed wildly, smacking the ground, his breaths coming in ragged growls. "Elora... I'm not gonna last if you keep... nngh!" She redoubled her efforts, hollowing her cheeks and humming a needy tune, one hand slipping between her own thighs to rub her clit furiously, her pussy dripping onto the cave floor. The sight of her pleasuring herself while worshipping his cock nearly undid him. He felt the pressure building, his balls drawing up tight. "Gonna cum... pull off if you don't want..." But she didn't; she sucked harder, eyes pleading, and with a roar that shook loose crystals from the ceiling, Spyro erupted, His eyes rolled, his head tilted back and he let out a breath of fire in the air as thick ropes of hot dragon seed flooded her mouth, spilling past her lips as she swallowed greedily, milking every drop with her throat and hands until he was spent, twitching and oversensitive.

Elora pulled off with a satisfied pop, licking her lips clean, a dribble of cum trailing down her chin onto her heaving breasts. She crawled up his body, kissing him deeply, letting him taste himself on her tongue. "Your turn to feel me," she breathed against his muzzle, still hard and ready despite his release, dragon stamina kicking in. She pushed him fully onto his side again, straddling his belly once more, her slick folds grinding along his scales, coating him in her arousal. "I've dreamed of this so many times," she confessed, reaching back to guide his ridged cock to her entrance, the tip nudging her pink, swollen lips.

With a shared moan, she sank down, her tight heat enveloping his length inch by torturous inch. The ridges dragged deliciously against her inner walls, stretching her perfectly, filling her completely. "Spyro! Fuck... you feel amazing," she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls as she bottomed out, her clit pressing against his body. She started to ride him with reckless abandon, her hooves planted firmly on the cave floor for leverage, breasts bouncing wildly with each upward pull and downward slam. Juices slicked their joining, the wet squelching sounds mixing with their gasps and moans.

Spyro panted heavily, his forepaws gripping her hips gently at first, claws dimpling her fur without breaking skin. From his perspective, she was a vision of pure ecstasy: furred body undulating like waves, face flushed deep red under her fur, green eyes half-lidded in bliss, her walls clenching around him like velvet fire. "You're so tight... perfect. Ride me harder, Elora!" His voice was husky, flames flickering at the edges of his words.

Elora obliged eagerly, picking up speed, her hips rolling in hypnotic circles, grinding her clit against his scales with every downstroke. Sweat beaded on her fur, her small tail flicking erratically. She leaned forward, capturing his muzzle in a sloppy kiss, tongues tangling messily, her breasts pressing against his chest as she clenched deliberately, milking his cock with rhythmic squeezes. Spyro's tail coiled around her leg possessively, his thrusts upward meeting her descent, driving deeper, the ridges hitting every sensitive spot inside her. "Yes! Right there... don't stop!" she wailed, her pace frantic now, the cave filled with the symphony of flesh on scales, her arousal dripping down his balls.

But as pleasure built to a fever pitch, something primal snapped in Spyro. His dragon instincts surged, the hero turning feral, eyes narrowing with possessive hunger. With a guttural growl, he surged up, flipping their positions in a blur of motion. Elora yelped in surprise and delight as he pinned her beneath him on the cave floor, his quadrupedal body looming over her lithe form, wings spread wide like a canopy. His forepaws pressed down on either side of her shoulders, claws digging lightly into the stone, trapping her effectively. "My turn," he snarled, voice rough and commanding, a puff of smoke escaping his nostrils.

Elora's eyes widened, thrill racing through her veins, her pussy clenching around him emptily for a moment as he pulled back almost fully before slamming home with brutal force. "Yes! Take me, Spyro... harder!" she begged, legs wrapping around his haunches, hooves scraping his sides. He obliged ferociously, hips pistoning like a machine, each thrust deep and punishing, his ridged cock ravaging her depths, ridges scraping her g-spot relentlessly. The force made her breasts jiggle wildly, her body jolting with every impact.

Spyro leaned down, teeth grazing her neck, then sinking in with a marking bite, not breaking skin but claiming her with sharp pressure that sent pain-laced pleasure exploding through her. She screamed in ecstasy, nails raking his scales, drawing faint lines. "Mine," he growled against her furred throat, biting again on her shoulder, then her breast, laving the pink nipple with his rough tongue before nipping it sharply. His pace grew erratic, feral snarls rumbling from his chest, tail lashing as he pounded into her without mercy, balls slapping against her ass wetly.

Elora was lost in the storm, her body arching up to meet his savagery, walls fluttering wildly. "Bite me more... mark me as yours! I'm so close!" One paw clamped down on her hip, holding her steady as he rutted like a beast, the other pinning her wrist above her head. He licked a hot stripe up her neck, then bit her fawn ear gently. The combination shattered her; her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, pussy spasming violently around his cock, gushing juices that soaked his underbelly.

Spyro roared triumphantly, the tight convulsions milking him relentlessly. "Elora! Take it all!" His hips snapped forward one final time, burying to the hilt as he erupted, thick ropes of hot dragon seed flooding her depths in powerful jets, overflowing around his base, spilling out in creamy rivulets. He kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, marking her inside as thoroughly as outside, until they were both shuddering wrecks.

Finally spent, he collapsed onto her chest, both panting desperately, his cock still twitching deep inside her pulsing heat. They lay entwined, Spyro nuzzling her ear tenderly now, the feral edge softening to affectionate licks. Bite marks bloomed red on her fur, badges of their passion. “Hopefully I didn't go overboard," he murmured, voice hoarse.

Elora smiled weakly, tracing his horns with trembling fingers, her body deliciously sore. "Nah hero, this is just the beginning."

As the sun dipped low, casting golden light into the cave, Spyro felt truly settled at last, with Elora in his arms, their bodies still joined, hearts beating as one.