Spyro’s Birthday Gift

Spyro turned twenty-eight today. The purple dragon stood in the quiet clearing just outside Avalar’s crystal forests, wings folded tight against his back, the last of the afternoon light catching on the scales along his shoulders. He had spent the day flying, racing the wind, trying not to think about how empty the sky felt without someone beside him. Elora had promised she would meet him here when the sun began to drop.

She arrived barefoot through the tall grass, the soft curve of her faun hips swaying with every step. Her long auburn hair was loose, tumbling over one shoulder. The simple green wrap she wore clung to her breasts and left the smooth plane of her stomach bare. When she saw him she smiled, the same warm, knowing smile that had first made his chest tighten years ago.

“Happy birthday, Spyro,” she said, voice low and fond. She stepped close, rose onto her toes, and kissed him. Her lips were soft. Her tongue slipped past his, tasting faintly of the sweet berries she always kept in her pouch. One of her hands slid up the side of his neck; the other rested against the warm scales of his chest.

Spyro’s cock stirred almost at once. The heavy length of it thickened between his hind legs, the tapered head already pushing free of its sheath. Elora felt the change against her thigh and made a small, pleased sound into his mouth.

“Someone’s ready for his present,” she murmured.

She sank to her knees in the soft grass. Her hands smoothed down his chest, over the hard planes of his belly, until her fingers closed around the base of his cock. It was thick, hot, and already fully hard, the dark purple shaft pulsing under her touch. A clear bead of precum welled at the tip. Elora leaned in and licked it away with the flat of her tongue, slow and deliberate, before parting her lips and taking the head into her mouth.

Spyro groaned, wings twitching. The wet heat of her mouth was perfect. She sucked gently, then harder, cheeks hollowing as she worked more of him past her lips. Her tongue swirled under the sensitive ridge, then along the thick vein that ran the underside of his cock. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit; the other cupped the heavy sac beneath, rolling his balls with careful pressure.

She took him deeper, until the tip nudged the back of her throat. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes but she only moaned around him, the vibration traveling straight down his shaft. Spyro’s hips gave a small, involuntary thrust. Elora pulled back just enough to breathe, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his cock, then sank down again, faster this time, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, Elora…” His voice was rough. “Your mouth…”

She pulled off with a wet pop and looked up at him, lips shiny, eyes dark with want. “I want you inside me. On your birthday I get to decide how.”

She rose, turned, and dropped onto all fours in the grass, presenting herself. The wrap she wore had already slipped; she tugged it the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. Her pussy was flushed and glistening, the soft pink folds already slick. The little tuft of fur above her mound was damp. She looked back over her shoulder, tail flicking once, and spread her knees wider.

Spyro moved behind her. He gripped her hips with careful claws, the blunt head of his cock sliding along her slit, coating itself in her wetness. He rubbed back and forth, teasing her clit with each pass, until Elora pushed back with a needy sound.

“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t make me wait.”

He pressed forward. The tapered head of his cock parted her folds and sank into the tight, silky heat of her pussy. Elora gasped, fingers digging into the grass. Inch by thick inch he filled her, stretching her open until his hips met the soft curve of her ass and his cock was buried to the hilt. Her inner walls fluttered around him, already clenching.

Spyro started slow, long deep strokes that dragged almost all the way out before sliding home again. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds. Elora rocked back to meet him, her breasts swaying beneath her, soft moans spilling from her throat with every roll of his hips. He leaned over her, chest against her back, one hand sliding around to cup a full breast, thumb brushing her nipple. The other hand found her clit and rubbed in tight circles.

“Harder,” she begged. “I want to feel you tomorrow.”

He gave her what she asked for. His thrusts grew stronger, deeper, the wet slap of scales against soft flesh filling the clearing. Elora’s pussy gripped him like a fist, slick and hot, the head of his cock kissing her deepest point on every stroke. She came first with a sharp cry, body locking up, walls pulsing hard around his cock. Spyro fucked her through it, never slowing, until the aftershocks made her tremble.

He pulled out only long enough to roll her onto her back. Elora’s legs fell open at once. He settled between them, hooked her knees over his arms, and drove back into her with one smooth thrust. This angle let him go even deeper. Her eyes fluttered shut, mouth open, the most beautiful sounds falling from her lips every time his cock bottomed out.

Spyro fucked her in long, powerful strokes, watching the place where his thick purple shaft disappeared into her pink, stretched pussy. Her juices coated him, ran down over his balls. He leaned down and claimed her mouth again, kissing her messily while he pounded into her. Elora’s arms locked around his neck, nails scraping lightly over his scales.

“I’m close,” he growled against her lips. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” she panted. “Fill me. Please, Spyro—come in my pussy.”

His rhythm stuttered. He slammed deep one last time and held there, cock throbbing hard as he came. Thick ropes of cum pumped into her, flooding her hot channel. Elora moaned at the feel of it, inner walls milking every pulse, drawing his seed deeper. He kept grinding against her through the climax, pushing more of his cum as deep as it would go, until the excess began to leak out around his shaft in messy white streaks.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. Spyro’s cock gave a final twitch inside her, another slow pulse of cum spilling into the creampie already filling her. When he finally eased out, a thick rivulet of his seed followed, dripping from her well-used pussy onto the grass.

Elora reached down, two fingers sliding through the mess, and brought them to her mouth. She licked them clean while looking straight into his eyes.

“Happy birthday,” she said softly, voice still rough. “And that was only the first present.”

Spyro’s cock, still half-hard and shining with their mixed fluids, twitched with renewed interest. Elora smiled, rolled onto her stomach, and lifted her hips again in clear invitation.

The sun had fully set by the time they finished the second round. By then Elora’s pussy was soft and thoroughly used, cum still leaking from her with every small movement, and Spyro had his face buried between her thighs, tongue working slowly through the mess he had left inside her while she stroked his cock back to full hardness for a third time.