The pale moonlight shone brightly upon the grand castle of Avalar. A dark shadow swept past the great windows before thudding into the stone archway hanging over one of the balconies. The shadow plopped down onto the balcony soon after, his dark purple scales softly gleaming under the moon’s gaze. With a quick shake of his head Spyro readjusted his sunglasses and ballcap but left the handkerchief around his neck cocked.
 
 
“Nice landing.” He said, letting off a soft chuckle. “Didn’t break a window this time.” Proceeding to slink into the grand hall with long sneaking steps, although doing so made him stumble over his own toes a few times.
 
 
As Spyro approached the pair of grand thrones standing proud at the head of the hall, he tilted his head in confusion over the sound of soft gurgling. Suddenly a figure stepped out from the dark shadow of the Throne, forest green eyes glaring at Spyro. He chuckled nervously.
 
 
“Oh hey Elora. Dear. How you doing?” The tall figure turned to face the purple dragon and took a step forward, her cloven hood clicking ominously on the stone floor. A great engorged black and purple dick whipped around just swiping the end of Spyro’s muzzle, and then pressed against his cheek has she stepped forward. A heavy glob of thick pre left smeared along his face. The potent musk quickly filled Spyro’s senses, clearing out all other lingering scents. Gulping, Spyro gently pushed the engorging shaft away before taking a few clumsy steps back. “Hello to you too Cynder.” He smirked. He would often joke about Cynder being a hate fuck, as she always grew erect when Elora was angry.
 
 
“Where were you, Spyro?” Elora said in her slow, balanced, authoritative voice from a long time of practiced restraint.
 
 
“Well you see,” he began, bringing one forpaw up to brush the back his head, flattening the flame-like fins which simply popped right back into place. “There were these really nasty beasties that came out of the ocean! caused quite a muck waaaaaaay out on the coast and it was up to me to go and stop them!” Jumping between his signature poses, although with less grace than normal, his chest puffed up to accent his brave and noble behavior.
 
 
Letting out a great sigh and rolling her eyes Elora quickly yanked the shades from Spyro’s face. The dragon flinched and blinked but when he looked back at Elora his deep bloodshot eyes were obvious even in the gloomy light.
 
 
“No. You blew off yet another important meeting, to get smashed and scrambled again.” Letting another sigh Elora tossed the glasses aside to clatter across the floor somewhere in the great hall. All the tension left her body has she simply slumped looking at Spyro not with anger but sadness her weary voice pleading. “You are the King of Avalar, Spyro. Please act like it.”
 
 
Spyro shrugged. “And how did that meeting go anyway?” Taking a great step forward around the spire of Cynder he gave a firm poke to Elora’s belly. Releasing a loud gurgle Elora clapped a hand over her mouth for a moment but failed to keep a loud belch from rolling forth, echoing through the great hall. A small patch of acrid damaged silk fabric wafted from her mouth, the two sets of eyes watched the cloth drift to the ground for a moment before Spyro coughed and resumed. “As I thought. Elora dear I don’t do anything in these meetings anyway. I just sit there look pretty and occasionally eat people. You’re more than capable of handling all this stuff on your own.” Seemingly feeling the argument was settled, Spyro walked past Elora, standing high on his legs, heading towards their bed chambers.
 
 
“Spyro!” Elora shouted has he walked away. Flinching back she pinched her nose and took a hissing breath to resettle herself. Spyro stopped and turned back to look at her but didn’t approach, so Elora loudly stomped over to him. Cloven hooves clicking against the stone. Once again thrusting her engorged dragon dick uncomfortably close to his face. “It undermines my position as Queen when you don’t come to these meetings. People question my authority. I know it’s boring for you but I can’t stress how big an impact it makes to the unity of the kingdom for you just appear at these official meetings!”
 
 
“Yeah yeah dear.” He waves dismissively. “If people are questioning our authority why don’t we just pay them a visit and demonstrate the fun way? Oh oh! Or you can invite them back to our chambers and we can have a more entertaining meeting. I’m sure those will boost unity! Ha!” He let out a loud bark of laughter, holding his head high with his typical blind bravado.
 
 
Elora’s brow twitched, stunned for a moment the mask of calmness slips. She lets out a dark, low growl. A quick thrust of her hips broughtElora’s gaping dragon cock against Spyro’s smug face, easily slipping greedily over Spyro’s muzzle. He stiffened, eyes darting wide open in surprise. An unnatural, powerful gulp pulled from Elora’s dick, dragging violently at Spyro’s horned head and neck, pulling him in to his shoulders. With her dick suckling on Spyro’s shoulders, he twisted his claws reaching to find a grip on the head, teasing at the glans as he tries to pull himself out.
 
 
Elora took one step back, letting out a deep moan. Spyro continuing to scramble chaotically against the smooth flesh, his drunken demeanour preventing him from holding on. The next great gulp pulled Spyro up to his hips. Tail and legs flailing hopelessly for a moment before a final gulp sealed all but last foot of Spyro’s tail within Elora’s draconic flesh. The rest of him slid smoothly down to curl within her great sac quickly and smoothly.
 
 
“Aw come on babe, isn’t this a bit much!” Spyro kicked and protested within her flesh, making distinct bulges against the red scaled scrotum. Around him the walls squeezing against every inch of his body, hugging him like shrink wrap.
 
 
A cruel shuddering breath breathed between the fawn’s jaws. Elora blinked a few times, driving the lust away and stood up straight again. Small drips of cum patter onto the stone floor.
 
 
“Spy-spyro?” she asked blearly hands reaching down and feeling over the bulges that he made in her sac. She heard and felt his protests, but like all else she had condemned to her twisted spire they quickly faded. His horns the most prominent part to begin sinking in, scrotum scales closing ranks to press his form together, leaving smooth flesh. In less than a minute, all traces of Spyro had been wiped from the room besides his discarded hat and glasses.
 
 
“Spyro?” Elora choked, hands pressing deep into her sac flesh. But her heavy orbs only sloshed. The extra weight wasn’t even perceptible from the outside anymore. Her wide eyes shoot across the grand hall, startled by the deafening silence. Her fear combated by a deep sense of pride that seemed to emanate from her cock. Her contended pride that greedily pulsed up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
 
 
 
 
….
 
 
Spyro kicked out at the thick sac flesh that surrounded him. Each motion pushed back with globules of hot cum, as if wringing seed from spongy walls.
 
 
“Aw come on babe isn’t this a bit much!” He shouted, struggling to thick of what might convince his wife to let him out of her draconic sex. He didn’t bother keeping up the kicking and protesting long. Having seen many times how quickly her prey disappeared into the sac flesh without any trace ever left of them - and feeling just how sticky it was getting his legs - he thought better than to waste his energy.
 
 
“Ho!” An oddly familiar voice called out from the musky flesh beneath him. “Look it’s the bitches little slut.” Spyro was jostled about as the ground beneath him spoke. With a startled kick, he landed a blow right into the eye of the large reptile who he had perched on. The cum covered scales barely discernible from the rest of the flesh. The blow sent the lizard back down into the pool of cum which seems to almost rise up and consume him.
 
 
Shuffling against the fleshy walls, he slid and slumped down onto the big lizard’s head. Eyes scanning over the area that appeared to be illuminated by an unnatural red light, catching sight of other occupants soaking in the cramped confines of the cum filled chamber. He recognised many as people he had seen sentenced to Elora’s sac. A slightly less severe sentence to being digested in her stomach. They of course glared back at him. He wasn’t expecting to make any friends down here.
 
 
Then Spyro did a double take.
 
 
“Scot?” The small shy sader waved before squeezing out between the much larger creatures to either side, wading closer to Spyro. “My god what are you doing here! I haven’t seen you in years! Ever since you won that trip to the Ballhamas”
 
 
The small Sader shrugged then spread his hands out to indicate the whole sac. “Well Welcome to the Ballhamas Spyro. Never expected you to show up here, since Elora condemned us all to this place for being a ‘bad influence’ on you.” Gesturing with a deeply sarcastic tone to his irritated voice.
 
 
Many more people were squeezing their way through the crowd or bubbling up from down below. Spyro stared in shock at all the friends he had made then lost over the years since coming to Avalar. Each of them having been sent to a very different Ballhamas to the wonderful holiday destination he had been told of. all of them instead condemned to eternity within his wife’s balls.
 
 
Many of the other’s around the edge rolled their eyes and groaned at the reunion, letting their displeasure be known. Spyro gulped, glancing up at the flesh from which he had probably emerged. Hoping Elora would save him soon.
 
 
…
 
 
It was very cold. It was the first thing Spyro was aware of before he started spluttering, emptying the cum stuck in his lungs, large lumps which had caked in his airways bursting forth to the smooth solid ground before him. A deep breath, filling them with air for the first time in a long time parted much of the haze that had clouded his mind. Eyes blinked back from the painful light as Spyro curled in on himself to try and fight off the hostile forces of the outside.
 
 
“Oh thank god it works!”
 
 
Spyro knew that feminine voice. Despite the violent shivers, he looked up and fought to try blinking through blearly, semen stained eyes.
 
 
“Thank you for your help Professor. But please don’t let it be known that it’s possible to get people back from the Ballhamas alright.”
 
 
“Yes yes.” An older male voice uttered. Spyro was beginning to see and could make out the squat shape moving away with some sort of fishing rod. “I’ll keep it a secret. Heaven knows I don’t want to be in need of recovering.” The shape continued to mutter has it walked away but Spyro was soon distracted has a warm body quickly wrapped him up in a hug.
 
 
“Oh Spyro I’m so glad your back! I didn’t mean to do that to you back then. I just got so, so angry! It was as if my dick acted on it’s own and before I knew what was happening you where gone and I didn’t know if it was ever possible to get you back.” Spyro uzzled then licked the cheek of his wife. Causing her to squeak and pull back slightly, much to his delight.
 
 
“It’s okay hun.” Spyro smiles while pulling back from her grip. “I’m just glad to actually be out.” Stretching out like a cat Spyro flicked off much of the cum sticking to him as he could, letting out a relieved groan and flexing all joints that had been clogged up for so long. If it weren’t for him shivering, it would have seemed like he was completely fine. “How long has it been? I was starting to wonder if I was going to be stuck down there forever.”
 
 
Elora fidgeded a bit nervously, chewing her lip. “It’s been a couple months.” She continued to twiddle her fingers together, expecting an anger that never came. “Spyro I’m sorry I did that to you”.
 
 
“I said it’s okay dear. I was asking for it know I was.” Spyro walked up and rearing up placed his forepaws on Elora’s shoulders before giving her a deep kiss. The tension eased between them as she passionately took the kiss. Wrapping her arms around her purple dragon in another tight hug and eagerly sucking his tongue. They enjoyed the passionate embrace until an errant breeze reminded them of the cum they were currently soaked in.
 
 
With a shudder Elora broke lips. “Lets go enjoy a nice hot bath together dork.” The fawn giving a tap to Spyro’s nose, smiled slyly with those forest green eyes he’d missed drawing him in. He nodded eagerly in approval, dropping to the floor and starting rushing towards their bath, but stopping sharply.
 
 
Elora’s brow creased in confusion noticing the nervous wiggle of his hips. Turning around with his claws tapping the stone, eyes only momentarily glancing up to meet hers he uncharacteristically softly spoke. “So ummm- might there ever be the slightest possible chance that uh… my friends could get released too?”
 
 
Elora’s face hardened and with a soft low growl gave a hard “no”.
 
 
“Right heh, sorry to ask!” Spyro made a motion as if tipping a hat before skipping off to the baths, his bounds slightly less coordinated than she remembered.
 
 
Elora scowled after him before letting out a huff and slumping once he left her sight. She wondered what kind of trouble might be caused now that he knows about her practice of removing troubling individuals from his life. Just as she was about to follow him out, Elora felt something within the pools of cum around her hooves. Pulling the cloth up she noticed it as the handkerchief Spyro had been wearing the night she had swallowed him with her cock. A broach with an emblem hid between the folds. The brand of a particular group of punk musicians who liked to stir up trouble with their music. Elora glumly looked down at the handkerchief and her dick pulsed, rising slightly, her grip tightening on the sodden fabric before dropping the rag back into the cum puddle and following her darling to the baths.