#trondo

The two types of Peace Keepers dads.

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POV You're an Egg Thief who infiltrated in the Peace Keepers realm but you made the grave mistake of approaching a baby dragon.

Artist: Kayla-Na

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ATTENTION SPYRO FAN-ARTISTS!

2024 officially marks a new ‘Year of the Dragon’, and with it comes many fitting releases: The dancing toothless meme, HotD season 2, and possible mutterings and hopes of a new Spyro game. Whether the latter is true or not, what better time could there be for fans to come together in a fun, year-long art challenge? 

A fun fan-art challenge thought-up by myself and @my-world-my-stories (Be sure check out her socials if you love Spyro fan-art, especially great OCs). Simply drawing each of the chosen dragon elders from the Spyro: Reignited Trilogy. Corresponding to each month, as if they were pin-ups for a calendar. 

They can be in whatever style, medium, tone you choose: Fun, sexy, action packed or simple - all up your creativity. Once uploaded, share with the hashtag #YearOfTheDragonElders so everyone can see it.  

ALSO, as an optional bonus; you can choose, any time of the year, to draw your own Dragon Elder in the Reignited style! Could be any of the others missing from this prompt list, an OC, yourself, or a dragon from another franchise. Whatever takes your fancy. 

There’s no pressure to finish this challenge to completion. Whether you do one, two, a dozen or a baker’s dozen; This isn’t a race nor a competition with a set deadline. The purpose of this is to have fun in celebration of these characters and their brilliant designs.

Feel free to ask us any questions you may have. Now go, fellow Artisans! Looks like you’ve got some things to do!

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Peace Keepers Dragons: Trondo

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Since this is a continuation of this, I’m going to keep it in line to that ask. Let me know if you want me to write it as gender-neutral.

Still think is this the dirtiest line of asks I’ve ever gotten/written (hehe).

Warning: VERY Lemon, daddy kink, minor breath play.

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She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. His cock stuffed her over and over again, stretching her out in a way that had her on the brink of shattering. The pleasure coursing through her veins spiked suddenly as that cock hit deep in her, rubbing against the nerves within as her restraint snapped with it.

“Oh- oh daddy-!”

Nestor

The slow, deep pace came to a screeching halt. S/o didn’t want to lift her head up off Nestor’s chest - his stock-still body beneath hers was breathless. Whatever face he did have would be equally still, a nervous expression likely on there. Damn it- she should have known better than to bring this up now. 

“...Come again?” Biting her lip so nervously was a bad idea but it was the only way to steel herself to look up at him. She’d been right about him being still, but the neutral look was unexpected. 

“Sorry, it just came out. If you’re not comfortable we don’t-” S/o tried to adjust herself, the cock inside her dragging against a spot that made stars start to shine behind her eyes, but Nestor’s arm kept her right where she was. A deep, almost-purring chuckle made her whimper as the body under hers shook lightly.

“I never said I was uncomfortable dear, but I must admit that title isn’t for me.” Unable to move with her arms pinned under his, S/o was helpless to do anything but moan when he sat up, pressing her down onto his fat cock. His hips undulated upwards, hitting her deeper than before. 

“Why don’t we try out ‘Sir’ instead?”

Trondo

"Damn right I am.” Almost all the breath was punted out of S/o when the hips that had been pushing into her were now brutally pounding into her mercilessly. Trondo pulled her feet over his shoulders and grabbed her hips. Tightly. There’d be bruises tomorrow but they’d be so worth it. 

“Tell Daddy what you want, baby girl. Tell ‘im!”

“I want-” Sex hazing her mind made it hard to form any words. The sound of him thrusting into her in such a frenzy was maddening. The pressure inside her was building, rising. A hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing lightly, and her breath was made shallow. “I want to cum on your cock! Please, Daddy!”

“Oh fuck-” The dragon pressed down into her, chest to chest with as he bent her in half, not slowing for even a second. His hands - his warm, big hands - pulled her hips flat against him to the point she couldn’t so much as wiggle without feeling his cock slide into her. All she could do was moan and lose herself in pleasure as Trondo used her as a sex doll.

Gasping, moaning, squirming, S/o cried out when a hard snap into her hips sent her over. White flooded her vision and her insides when he roared and came hard, filling her to the point of overflow before collapsing beside her, his cock still inside of her. 

S/o’s eyes slid shut, basking in the afterglow. And snapped wide open when she felt him slowly moving again. 

“Ready for round two, baby girl?”

Cyrin

“How about that then? ‘Looks like lil’ darlin’s got some kinks o’ her own.” S/o flushed down at the dragon she was riding, a smug grin on his face. The cock inside her twitched though her hips had stopped moving. 

“Oh no getting all shy on me now. Ol’ Cyrin wants to hear all of it.” S/o’s breath hitched when his hands rose up to grab her thighs, pulling her off of him until the very tip of him was left inside. Lazy as he was he was still a dragon, and no amount of squirming would get her back down on that dick. Cyrin gave a chuckle. “Now call Cyrin like you were doing earlier. I wanna hear it.”

“Cyrin.” Her insides clenched around air no matter how hard she tried. Tease. “Cyrin I’m begging you, let me-”

“Hm, that’s not what I wanna hear.” His thumbs pressed small circles in her thighs painfully close to where they needed to be but not so much as grazing. He shot another lazy grin at her, this one more wicked than before. “Maybe Daddy needs to remind ya what ya get if ya do a good job.”

S/o hadn’t a second to process. The hands that had been holding her up sent her straight down, his cock bottoming out into her within seconds. Cyrin’s groans were outdone by her loud, broken moan at the sudden fill, falling forward to balance herself on his belly. Fuck that hit deep. "Talk to me darlin’.”

“Daddy let- fuck - let me ride you please?”

“Aw how can I say no when you ask so nicely? Go right ahead darlin’.” Picking up her pace again, S/o noticed Cyrins hands were still on her thighs, pressing her back down in time to her movements. “Let Daddy see how pretty ya’look when ya lose it.”

Lateef

S/o knew the second she had said it. She hadn’t meant to - it’s just they had been so wrapped up in each other (literally, Lateef had a need to be as twisted into her as possible, even his very tail twisting around her leg to ground her in the moment) and it was all so overwhelmingly good that it slipped out. She had to make it right.

Her arms loosened enough to prop herself up to look at him. The dark blue scales where warm with lust in the middle of their time together and it took everything to not sink right back into the warmth. “Lateef, that slipped out, I’m so sorry,” s/o said massaging her hand into his shoulder. “I know that’s not your thing and you don’t like that.”

“Who said that?” Lateef grabbed her hand playing with her fingers in his gentle grip. S/o blinked owlishly at him. He did. He said things like that all time about “equal give and take” and “go with the flow.” Daddy kinks were not going with the flow. In fact they were the very opposite of going with the flow. 

“You said-”

“My star love-making is for both our pleasures but it is also exploring what lies within, what demands attention. Your soul calls out to see this matter. Exploration of change is never a fault.” Her hand was gently taken to his lips, a kiss pressed so lightly that it made the heat in his gaze seem searing.

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