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Breaking Point (Spyro x Cynder) - 07/07
🕑 Added 2025-07-29 16:51:17 +0000 UTCPrevious - First - END
Drawn by Spirale
Story by me
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She hadn’t answered with words, yet her silence spoke volumes.
The silence hung between us, oppressive and thick, until finally, her body began to stir once more. Her movements were hesitant and uncertain, as if pure instinct had seized control where conscious thought had faltered.
She continued to grind against me with a fervent urgency, a silent plea to push me over the edge, to finish me once and for all. I reached up and gently began to untie her blindfold. She jerked her head away.
“Don’t,” she whispered, her voice barely holding together. “If I see you…” Her words cracked like fragile glass. I paused, my hand hovering just above her brow, the tension palpable.
“I know. But I won’t leave you,” I murmured, my voice steady. “I’ve made my choice.”
She hesitated, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. Her body quivered like a taut bowstring—tense, yet yearning for release.
Then, yielding to the pressure of the moment, she stilled, granting me the chance to continue.
The fabric slipped away, and her eyes locked onto mine.
They were mesmerizing. Deep, tumultuous abysses of ocean blue, piercing and vibrant, almost otherworldly in their stark clarity. Like twin storms barely held at bay. There was fire in them. Agony. Yet beneath the surface lay something tender, something achingly fragile. These were the eyes of a soul that had longed for an eternity to be truly seen… And now quaked with terror at the unknown consequences of that revelation.
She froze. Her whole body locked, her hips immobilized in an instant. Her eyes, wide and filled with disbelief, pierced through me with a raw intensity. She was laid bare, stripped of all defenses.
I raised a claw to her cheek, brushing it with a gentleness that belied the intensity crackling between us. She leaned into the touch, her breath quivering as if the slightest movement might shatter the moment.
Her eyes bore into mine, unwavering and intense. Slowly, she began to move against me once more, her hips swaying with a deliberate, measured rhythm. Each movement was filled with a newfound intensity, a subtle shift that carried a deeper connection between us.
“I don’t want to let you go,” she confessed, her voice quivering with emotion.
“You won’t have to,” I replied with certainty. “You’re the one I’ve chosen.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief, and tears shimmered.
I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers before kissing her deeply. Her initial hesitation vanished as she surrendered, our tongues intertwining intimately, mirroring our closeness. Her body trembled, shivers coursing from head to toe, and I felt her warmth spreading across my scales, reflecting her delight.
I hadn’t expected that kiss to matter so much. But as she leaned into it—into me—I realized how starved she’d been for tenderness. And how desperately I wanted to be the one to give it.
My hand began to move gently, fingers tracing lightly over her sweaty back, then even lower. It was an unconscious act, a slow and tender caress that spoke of a quiet promise to be there for her.
Moments later, I erupted inside her—slowly, deeply, as if time itself had stretched and elongated.
With each release, my cock pulsed, sending surges of warmth and desire coursing through her core. She held onto me tightly, her claws dragging over my scales. Her body quivered around me, echoing every deep throb I pushed into her. A sticky symphony of wetness and friction clung to our union, punctuated by the intimate suck of flesh parting and rejoining again. Her moans escaped in broken fragments, hot against my scales.
We remained still, our bodies intertwined, our tails wrapped around each other, caught in the tranquility of that extended, silent moment.
Then, slowly, hesitantly, she raised a hand and ran her claws gently over my head, her touch light and reverent. For the first time, she was the one offering comfort, returning the tenderness I had given her.
As the intensity subsided, she released a delicate, shaky breath against my neck, the warmth of it brushing against my scales.
“…Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you…”
She tenderly slid off me, her fingers light, her slick entrance still glistening with my release. Then, wordlessly, she helped me up… and just as quietly, turned away, curling up in the corner of the dimly lit cell. Her back pressed against the cold stone wall, she wrapped her arms tightly around her knees, her newly freed wings folding around her like a protective cocoon.
I stood, walked to the door, and swung it open. The corridor’s soft light pierced the gloom like a beacon. I glanced back. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silence.
There was a pause. A breath held in the still air. Then her voice came—small, raw with emotion: “… Now that I’ve bonded with you… waiting for your return will hurt more than the chains ever did.”
I turned toward her again, extending my hand.
“I’ve saved our world a few times,” I said with a half-smile. “I doubt they’ll mind if I save it one more time… in a very unconventional way.”
She hesitated.
Then, slowly, she turned to face me. Her eyes found mine—and in them, I saw something I hadn’t expected.
Hope.
She reached out and placed her hand in mine, her touch both hesitant and resolute. I helped her to her feet, and for a moment, we stood there, close, wrapped in a quiet that said more than words ever could.
“You’ve always been just ‘The Prisoner’ to me,” I admitted. “But I don’t even know your name.”
“…Cynder,” she whispered, the word barely escaping her lips.
I opened my mouth, ready to introduce myself, but she silenced me with a kiss—intense, consuming, filled with unspoken promises.
When she finally pulled away, a faint but determined smile curved her lips.
“I know who you are.”
Her smile widened, radiating warmth.
“Thank you for releasing me, Spyro.”
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Comments
LombaxQu4rz
Ok now i hope to see so much more love but between him and Elora 🙏👍
RexTyranical
A nice ending
Jake
HOOOOT
