Well, this is it. Hope you enjoy it. I will be posting the more... detailed version of Spyro and Cynder's intimate night later. Remember, these two are married, so they can have sex all they want now.

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“Wow, look at the cake,” Cynder exclaimed, clinging to her new husband. There was a tall black and white cake sitting on a table with other various finger foods surrounding it. The cake stood with three layers on top of each other and swirling black frosting streaks running on the edges of each layer. Then to finalize the cake’s beauty, two statues sat on the top layer. The figurines resembled Spyro and Cynder and were set so that they were standing beside each other; almost reflecting how Cynder was leaning on Spyro at that very moment. Cynder sighed at the two miniature copies of herself and her mate.

“The cake is magnificent indeed.”

Cynder nuzzled Spyro and whispered in his ear, “This is the best day of my life.”

Spyro smiled as he felt Cynder’s smooth, silk dress rub against his scales. He couldn’t even believe that she was his now, and he was hers. Flame and Ember spotted them from across the room and quickly joined them.

“Hey guysh,” Flame exclaimed with a platter-worth of fruit in his mouth. Ember snatched a grape off her fiancé’s plate and quickly scarfed it down.

“So, how are you guys enjoying your big day?”

Spyro chuckled as Cynder pressed her torso tightly against his. “It’s going great, Ember,” Spyro exclaimed. Flame set the plate in front of them and buried his face within the assorted and colorful fruits on the platter. Spyro and Cynder could not hesitate but to burst out laughing at their hungry friend.

“And I assume you’re having a good time as well, Flame?” Cynder said, catching her breath.

Flame looked up from his meal with fruit juice dripping from his muzzle and plump cheeks filled with chewed up food. Ember sighed hysterically at Flame. Flame swallowed the food and proceeded to wipe his mouth on his forearm.

“Well, whenever you are ready, the cake is ready,” Cyril interrupted. Cynder looked at Spyro and then they both looked back at the Ice Guardian and nodded. Cyril smiled gleefully and ran to the middle of the crowded room.

“Everyone, we are about to cut the cake!”

Everyone in the room crowded around the cake table. Terrador attached a long blade to one of his claws and sliced through the cake’s rich chocolate body. Spyro and Cynder each took a plate in their mouths. The smell of chocolate filled the room as Terrador continued to cut the cake into medium sized sections. The Earth Guardian put a piece on both Spyro and Cynder’s plates. Satisfied, they found a good spot outside to eat their dessert together. Flame and Ember saw them outside, but let them alone for some time to themselves and found different spot to eat at. Flame then proceeded to bury his face in the cake.

Ember stared at him with a disgusted look on her face. “Flame,” The pink dragoness exclaimed in an embarrassed tone.

“What? I never got to eat this morning and other than that fruit platter this is the only thing that I have eaten all day.”

Ember rolled her eyes. “Well, at least wipe your mouth,” Ember giggled as she kissed his chocolate ladened lips. “Because you have chocolate all over your face.”

Flame scarfed the rest of his cake down and wiped his mouth on a nearby towel. Spyro and Cynder were as close as could be with each other as they stared off into the distance. Spyro noticed a few black dots in the distance flying east, towards the hills. He watched them suspiciously but before he could even make out what they were, they quickly disappeared behind the hills. Spyro shook the curiousness of the black dots and began admiring the garden’s luscious flowers. There were many kinds of flora there: lilies, roses, daisies and much more, but the most beautiful flower Spyro spotted was the one he had his wing wrapped around, Cynder.

Spyro sighed in awe of his new wife. Cynder heard his sigh and gazed right back into Spyro’s eyes.

“Cynder, I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to think that we’re married now,” Spyro whispered as he moved his muzzle closer to hers. Cynder’s breath escaped her as her husband’s mouth locked into hers. The kiss lasted seconds more before it broke. The two young dragons stared into each other’s eyes. It didn’t take long before they both knew what was going through each other’s minds. They wanted to mate badly with each other. They suppressed the feeling until the wedding was officially over.

The sun was beginning to set and their bed awaited them. The Guardians set up a special room in the Temple for Spyro’s and Cynder’s temporary stay. Spyro and his bride made their way up the winding stairs to the last level of the Temple. Spyro’s heart began to flutter, as did with Cynder. When they reached the top of the flight of stairs, they walked down a long corridor until they reached their room. When they opened it, all of their stuff was set neatly by the bed. There was a balcony on the other side of the room over looking the whole of Warfang. However, that was menial compared to the night Spyro and Cynder were about to share.

Spyro and Cynder began to kiss passionately as they made their way to the bed. Spyro laid down on his side next to Cynder, moving his paw up and down his wife’s slender body. Cynder moaned as his paw moved deftly over her smooth shiny scales; every touch from her husband brought her pleasure. Before long, Cynder could not take the teasing anymore. She laid flat on her back and opened her legs. Spyro gulped nervously as his eyes fixed on his wife’s most private of parts. He crawled on top of her and looked down at her cute face.

Cynder’s eyes glistened off the lit candles on the walls; Spyro gave her a nervous a smile.

“What’s wrong, Spyro?” Cynder asked, still smiling in a lustful way. Spyro sat by her side.

“I’m just nervous.”

“You don’t need to worry, I’m nervous too. Here, I’ll start us off.”

Cynder pushed Spyro on his back and stood over him. Cynder moved her lips onto Spyro’s golden chest scales and kissed them lightly. She continued to move her mouth lower and lower down her husband’s chest until she reached his throbbing dragonhood. Cynder blushed at the sight of her husband’s towering reproductive appendage. She looked up to Spyro with a sweet smile on her muzzle, making the purple dragon blush. Spyro and Cynder continued with their night of intimacy; until they both reached their climaxes and passed out in each other’s embrace.

“Good night, Spyro,” Cynder whispered as she slowly dozed off into a deep sleep. Spyro mumbled something incoherently as he held onto his wife’s body tightly with his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. Soon enough he passed out from the pleasure.

On the other side of the valley though something else was stirring…

“How are we not there yet?” Shady exclaimed to her husband as they flew through the heavy snow of the hills. Malefor groaned as the snow bounced off his wings and face, but also slowed him down. The Seraphim Guards’ armor had a sleek design to it, so they had no trouble flying through the storm.

“Sir, we should land,” one of the Seraphim Guards recommended. “The storm is not going to lighten up any time soon.” Malefor grimaced a bit as a blast of snow splashed against his face. He looked over to Shady ad realized she was shivering like crazy. Malefor nodded. The group of dragons descended and found a cave to rest in for the night. Shady curled up to try and conserve heat until Malefor wrapped himself around her to keep her warm. The sun finally set all the way as Shady and Malefor fell into a fast sleep.