After he had taken his pleasure, Spyro dismounter Cynder and walked towards the balcony door, his member softening and retracting back into his seath. He frew open the curtians, letting the moonlight shine in, and opened the door, stepping outside.
Cynder lay in their bed, half dazed at the event that took place mear moments ago. She reached down to her aching womenhood, rubbing her swellon lions, wet and warm from the mix of her and Spyro's seed.
She gave a pleasured sigh, wishing the semen would quicken inside her. She stared at the doorway where Spyro stood outside on the balcony. It was his regular thing; after he had sex with her, he would go to their room's balcony and stepped outside to enjou the night air. After that, he would come back, laying down next to her slumbering form, whispering "I love you" while she slept.
Cynder layed against the pillows, feeling how exhausted. She never knew how Spyro could outlast something like this without collapsing. Perhaps it was because he was male. But yet again, she had heard of many males you could not withstand a normale mating process without falling asleep. He was something specail, Cynder reflected. Though it sould be obvious; he was the purple dragon, afterall.
She closed her eyelids, falling into a half-sleep, thinking of all the things they had in their lives. Yes, things had repaired nicely after the war; Spyro and Cynder where living in complete comfort in the swamp's temple, who had been rebuild with the help of the moles' ingenius architecture skills, restoring the temple to its former glory.
She later heard Spyro's pawsteps approuching her bed. A small smile spreaded across her face. But just as he climbed on the bed, a sudden knock came on the door. Cynder lifted her head wearely, looking towards the door. 'Now who could be awake this houer,' Cynder thought to herself.
"It's okay, i'll get it," Spyro assured her. He trotted towards the door and opened it, revealing...