Spyro Fan Fiction ❯ Together ❯ Passionate Healing ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter Six: Passionate Healing
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Glacia was finally able to carry Spyro back into the shelter home and settle him down on the bed. Afterwards, she wasted little time in trying to revive the purple dragon.

 

First, she grabbed the bucket, then hurried outside to the water pipe for the liquid substance.

 

When she returned, she placed the bucket of water next to the bed and grabbed a dry cloth.

 

Soaking the cloth in water, she proceeded in caressing the wet cloth along Spyro's face while doing likewise with his entire body.

Moments later, Ivan issued his help by bringing a mug of grape juice to them. The juice was laced with an elixir that would surely help the purple dragon heal from dehydration and such. But it would take until night for him to wake from such a healing effect.

 

However, Glacia was more than willing to take that chance. Momentarily, Ivan left them alone while she sat by his side.

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Glacia, throughout the remainder of the day, watched as the sun slowly descended for the approaching night.

 

All the while, she was at a loss. She couldn't fathom why Spyro was lying in the middle of the desert. But when she came across a shocking assumption, she quickly denied it. But then again, she didn't know him that well, so she couldn't possibly know what he was capable of doing. Nonetheless, she decided to question him on that disturbing little incident when he wakes up.

 

It has been over several minutes and Glacia was almost on the verge of sleeping when a weak moan caught her attention. She turned and saw Spyro stirring and mumbling in his wake.

”Cynder…Cyn…” His weakened voice was able to say

 

Glacia took earshot of this, but disregarded it for a while before approaching towards the bed. As she stood there with her eyes droned to Spyro, the purple dragon's eyes fluttered to life.

 

Spyro's visions blurred as he tried to readjust his sight. As his eyes came into slight focus, he could've sworn that he was seeing a black figure in front of him.

 

“Cyn…” His normal voice returning, but he halted and cringed his eyes shut to keep the blurs from his eyes.

 

As soon as he opened them, he was able to see clearly. As he slowly surveyed his surroundings, he found that, to his surprise, he was back in the shelter room.

 

`What…?' His thoughts wondered.

 

Then, he looked up to find Glacia standing by the bed with her arms crossed and a stern, hard glaring expression on her face.

 

Slowly, Spyro started to sit upright on the bed while his expression stayed intact. Then, his expression was in question towards Glacia.

 

“Why am I here?” He asked, softly

 

Instead of answering him, Glacia issued her own question.

 

“What the hell were you doing in the middle of the desert?”

 

“Why am I here?!” He asked, his voice in a dark, yet venomous manner while his eyes narrowed to a glare.

”I saved your life.”

 

“Why?!” He asked, his voice in the same manner as before.

 

“Because you saved mine.” She stated.

 

Silence, Spyro issued an inward growl of dismay upon the fact that he was denied his moment of death once again. First, it was the mysterious vision and now Glacia. He was moments away from death until she interfered.

 

But then, Glacia got into thought on a second possibility of him being out there alone.

 

“But then again, it might be something else, which begs the question: What the hell were you doing out there in the middle of the goddamn desert?”

 

Silence, Spyro eventually diverted his glaring gaze from her to the side. Glacia noticed and took a deep breath before finally deciding to speak the words that was on her mind.

 

“Are you a suicide? Huh? Do you have a death wish or something?”

Spyro's expression stayed intact, but he showed no immediate reaction to the question. Instead, he decided to keep quiet while avoiding her gaze.

 

With a strong grimace of anger, Glacia approached, kneeled, and used her right hand to get a firm hold of his face and forced Spyro to meet her eyes as the reaction became of a surprise to the purple dragon.

 

“You look me in the eyes and you answer my question. Are…you…a suicide?”

As his face strongly grimaces, Spyro tried to struggle, but Glacia held him at bay.

 

“Get your hands off me.” He spoke, darkly.

 

But the response did nothing to intimidate the ice dragon as she kept her hold on him.

 

“You answer my question first.”

 

“I said…” He started before quickly grabbing a hold of her wrist and issuing a venomous glare towards her. “…get your fucking hands off of me!”

 

Glacia roughly withdrew her arm back as she and Spyro was in a silent glare-off.

 

But during that time, Glacia, while loosening her expression, came upon a startling truth upon anticipation of the brief recollection of strange behaviors issuing from the purple dragon.

”Oh, my God. You really are a suicide, are you?”

 

Spyro, with his expression intact, grew silence upon the question. But he didn't need to answer. The expression on his face told Glacia all she needed to know.

In silence, Glacia stood up and sat next to Spyro on the bed while the purple dragon kept his stare forward.

 

Glacia took note of this and grew a bit surprised by his reaction. The whole time that she was in front of him, it was almost like he was glaring right through her without acknowledgment. It was almost as if he was in a catatonic state of sorts.

 

Regardless, she left that issue alone before getting on topic of a new subject that caught her interest.

 

“Who's Cynder?” She asked

 

During his long silence, Spyro nearly flinched upon the mention of the name as he slowly closed his eyes and issued a deep breath before speaking.

 

“She…was my mate.”

Silence, Glacia swallowed a bit of saliva and briefly diverted her gaze from the purple dragon.

 

“What…” She started, but had second thoughts and disregarded the question.

 

However, Spyro took note of her hesitation and started to relate the entire issue to Glacia from beginning to end while she listened with interest.

 

He started from where he was first born and was later destined to save the world in his first adventure. It eventually lead to the point where he first met his mate at a young age upon saving her from the clutches of an evil force known as the Dark Master.

 

From there, he added to that fact that she returned the favor to him after thwarting an attempt to resurrect the Dark Master by the ape king, Gaul. As a results of their actions, the temple that they were in started to crumble with them inside. And as a last resort, he unleashed an amount of power to encase Cynder, Sparx, and himself in stone only to be awaken years later to find themselves in a place known as Avalar.

He didn't get into many details with Avalar, but he concluded that years later, he and Cynder parted ways for their own adventurous journey and were never seen again.

 

Then, he got into the mention of the friends and enemies that he made throughout his adventurous journey in Avalar from his young age.

 

But aside from that, he eventually came back on the issue of where Cynder came back into the picture many years later. Then, romance blooms between them while they came of teen age. Eventually, he announced that they became mates.

 

Then, he grew in hesitant silence before reluctantly coming to the issue of the tragedy that happened and what effect that it had on him throughout the months leading to the end of the year.

While doing so, he was reduced to tears, but he managed to compose himself before resuming.

As soon as he was done, he wiped the tears from his eyes while looking over to Glacia.

 

The ice dragon was in stunned, yet saddened silence from his story, especially the last part. It was so heartbreaking and saddening that it was enough to reduce her to tears.

 

With her left hand, she covered her mouth while the tears relinquished from her eyes. She felt extreme sorrow and sympathy for him. All this time, she was wondering what was going on with him. But it was completely apparent. He has lost someone dear to him. As a result, it has shattered his heart to pieces and literally forced him to abandon his true calling as a sworn hero of the realm of Avalar.

Sniffing up the tears, she slowly uncovered her mouth and eventually found the energy to speak.

”If…” She halted and sniffed the tears again before resuming. “If-If this what was happening to you, why didn't you tell me this before?”

 

But silence was all she has gotten from Spyro. Then, her eyes widen upon a sudden realization.

'Oh, God. I look exactly like her.' Her thoughts concluded

She didn't realize it at the time until Spyro issued the exact description.

Could this be the reason why he was in so much pain and anguish? Could this be the reason why he was trying to avoid her? Could this be the reason why he was issuing a death wish for himself?

 

Diverting her gaze downward, she got into her thoughts. She wanted to help Spyro, but she didn't know how. Then, it dawned on her. She wanted to give him something that was taken from him by this mysterious tragedy.

 

With a deep breath, she looked to Spyro and reached over with her left hand to caress the purple dragon's right cheek.

 

“Spyro…” She spoke softly

 

Slowly, Spyro issued his emotional attention to her. He saw the saddened look in her eyes and could tell that she was in tears earlier on. But as their eyes met, a sudden needful urge issued between them. A sudden urge to be close to each other.

 

Almost subconsciously, they slowly started moving their faces towards each other.

But before anything else could happen, Spyro, with a saddened expression to his face, placed a firm grip on her wrist, which halted her on the spot.

 

Glacia wondered why she was halted as Spyro spoke.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Silence, with the saddened expression intact, Glacia spoke.

 

“I'm giving you something to live for.”

 

Slowly shaking his head, tears forcibly relinquished from the purple dragon's eyes before he quickly directed his gaze from her.

”No. Please.” He pleaded, his voice whimpered and broke. “I can't.”

 

“Yes, you can.”

 

Spyro shook his head.

 

“It's not the same. I can't.”

 

“Spyro…please let me save you.”

 

Panting, Spyro looked into her icy blue eyes while his tears flowed. For some reason, her eyes grew comforting to remedy the hurt that was inside of him.

 

As he slowed his breathing, his expression softened before he started sniffing up the flowing tears.

 

“Please, save me.” He spoke softly

 

With a comforting smile, she braced her other hand to the purple dragon's left cheek before they slowly pressed their lips against each other in a passionate kiss.

 

Throughout the tender kiss, their tongues danced in each other's mouth.

 

Momentarily, Glacia had her arms around Spyro's shoulder while the purple dragon had his arms around her waist.

 

As the passionate kiss resumed, the two dragons eventually lowered to the bed before Spyro managed to reverse the maneuver so he would be on top of her.

 

Both started softly rubbing their hands against each other's bodies while moaning from the sensual experience as Glacia eventually wrapped her hind legs around the purple dragon's waist in order to hold on to him.

 

Momentarily, they seized the kiss to gasped for air before resuming once again.

 

Eventually, Spyro could feel his dragonhood worming its way out as Glacia felt it as well. But both grew careless in hopes to not ruin this sensual moment.

As the passion intensifies, Spyro, without clear thinking, has thrusted into Glacia, who gasped upon the sudden intrusion and pain before releasing the kiss while the purple dragon rested his head to her left shoulder.

However, she didn't show any signs of protest at the moment as the pain quickly subsides before the purple dragon made his withdrawal backward, and then thrusted forward again while the ice dragon issued a soft erotic moan.

The experience took a slow process while Glacia softly called out the purple dragon's name. It was like she was in paradise and she never wanted the moment to end.

Spyro, on the other hand, has never felt anything like this. It was almost as if he was reborn once again.

 

But then, thoughts of his deceased lover and the tragedy that followed have entered his mind. And as a result, instinct took over as Spyro started thrusting a bit faster into Glacia, who took notice of this, but once again didn't show a sign of protest.

During this time, she could hear him softly speak the name of his deceased lover almost repeatedly as she emitted soft gasps from the constant thrusting that she was experiencing.

 

Then, she could feel the seed of the purple dragon planted within her as Spyro issued a final thrust while Glacia issued a passionate moan from both of their climax.

 

Afterwards, Spyro managed to settle down while Glacia started panting from the experience.

 

Slowly, Spyro started to get up while Glacia slowed her breathing to look into the purple dragon's eyes to find an expression of realization and horror in them as his mouth hung ajar.

Confusion masked on her face, she spoke.

 

“Spyro, what's—“

”Oh, God.” He spoke softly. “Oh, my God, Glacia, I'm so sorry.”

 

Instantly, Glacia, with a warm smile, sat up and braced her comforting hand to the purple dragon's left cheek and spoke.

 

“It's okay.”

 

But Spyro's expression didn't deter as he felt a measure of guilt from the incident.

 

“B-But I—“

”You had no control over what you did. You thought about that tragedy, which lead to pure instinct, that's all.”

 

Swallowing a bit of saliva, Spyro spoke.

 

“Are you sure?”

 

Glacia nodded in response as Spyro grew in silence for a while. Then, he did something that he'd thought he never do again. He smiled.

 

Glacia took notice of it.

 

“What?”

 

Silence, with the smile intact, Spyro softly took hold of her hand that caress at his cheek and held it against his own.

 

“Thank you…for saving me.”

 

Silence, Glacia smiled before issuing a curt nod in response. Afterwards, they issuing soft, comforting hugs to each other and started their night rest under the blanket while the fireplace provided them warmth and comfort. However, both were unaware that they were being watched from afar by mysterious silhouettes.