Cynder had her crystalline minions carry Spyro as he was chained. Spyro's mind was racing. He looked to her as she walked alongside the cart he was on. "Please Cynder, don't eat me! I... I'll do anything! Please, anything but-" Cynder placed her paw on his mouth, silencing him. "I'm going to enjoy this... and so are you." Spyro's eyebrows raised. "How would I possibly enjoy this!? That's not possible!" She looked into his eyes. "The device made it so the only feelings your nervous cells create will be sexual." She rubbed his belly, and a feeling of warmth and arousing pleasure washed through him. He immediately relaxed on the cart he was on, as if his bones had just melted. "Aaauugghhh.... oh, please, do it again!" "No, my little dish. Just wait." The crystal minions picked him up off the cart and chained him down on a large platter, the edges lined with ceremonial blades. There were candles lining the entire table, and at the end of the long table, Cynder seated herself on her large throne, a large plate in front of her. She stared into Spyro's groin. "Oh, if only you had a few more years, I probably would have made you a sex pet... oh well. I'm starving, let's do this. CHEFS! PREPARE HIM!" Her cyrstal minions walked in with several things. She got up on the table and licked his face. He shivered with pleasure. "Hmm... he needs some sauce." They took a massive bottle of barbecue sauce and doused him with it. He was completely lubricated in it. "Next... get me some salt." A large salt bottle was brought up, and they sprinkled it all over him. "That's all he needs... Alright, leave us be. I want to be alone." The minions left the room and closed the large black doors behind them. She looked over Spyro, who was nervous about what would happen next. "I think I'll sample a leg..." She giggled, and took her claw to Spyro's right shoulder. As she dug it into him, he was surprised. Where he should have felt immense, indescribable pain, he felt orgasmic pleasure. "AUGH! OH, YES... GAH!" She continued to saw away untill his entire right arm was off. His blood now pooled and filled the bottom of the platter. He was left panting. She heard a spurting sound. His cream flew out of his length, and onto his belly. "Hmm... I could go for some cool-whip." She scooped up the cream on his arm, and took a bite out of it. As she munched away on his arm, he couldn't help but feel so aroused, even though he had just climaxed. She looked at him again. "I think I'll just-" She grabbed his wings, and ripped them both off. "-THESE." Spyro screamed in pleasure again. She took a bite out of both of them. "Mmmm! That's some good stuff!" She soon finished those off, as they were small wings. Spyro looked up in anticipation. "What next!? What next!?" Cynder giggled. "You're in a hurry for someone in your position..." Spyro didn't care, he just loved the feeling. "Well, I am a little eager to finish too, being the one eating. I know what I'll do..." She picked Spyro up entirely. She slid him into her mouth, and chomped down at his thigh. He screamed uncontrollably in ecstasy, and creamed once again. This time in her mouth. Blood flowed from the open wounds, and streamed from her mouth, dipping onto the table. She licked him all over the place as she swallowed more, this time chomping at his chest and where his right arm was. He continued to jizz as she pulled down more and more untill his head disappeared between his lips. She could still hear him as he plopped into her stomach. "Hmm hm hm... that was SO delicous...
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