Emperor Spike, or rather Dragon Lord Spike, marched through the ash covered grounds surrounding the former Lord Torch's throne. Well... perhaps marched wasn't the right word. He was pacing. Contemplating a way to secure his victory over the Elements and the Princesses.

There was no mistake. They would be here soon, and they would be out for blood. Well... blood was also not the right word. They would pop in, blast him with a rainbow, and turn him back into a weak submissive slave that Twilight could order around again. It was disgusting. The idea that they considered that a happy ending.

On top of that, Spike was struggling with a second problem. What was he going to do about Ember? She was loyal, yes, but over the passed couple days in the Dragon Lands, he had begun to notice a distinct theme. Namely, equal relations were seen by Dragons as weakness. There was only ever possessor, and possession.

This put Spike into a bit of a pickle. He really liked Ember, and he wanted to keep her close, but he wasn't sure if he was comfortable owning her, like how he had been owned by Twilight. He was unsure if he wanted to subject Ember to that kind of treatment.

As it stood however, he didn't know if he had a choice in the matter. A weak Dragon Lord was always deposed quickly.

Ember sat quietly in her sleeping cave, atop a large mound of gems and gold coins. Her mind was a buzz with worries about the future. She knew the policy of the Dragon Lands. She wasn't Princess anymore, and that made her a target. As much as she tried to deny it, she knew she wasn't as strong as the other dragons, and sooner or later, one would come to assert his dominance over her.

That is always what happened. The Princess who did not claim the scepter was violated again and again by stronger dragons, and she had heard that they tended to be overly rough when doing it. Infact, apparently the last Princess who didn't claim the rod was passed around as a public slave to every member of the dragon race before being killed. Actually she heard conflicting stories about that part. She was either killed, died due to injuries, or flew off in shame.

Either way, it sounded terrible.

Ember jumped when a shadow fell over her. Someone was standing in front of the cave's entrance. Ember leaped off of her hoard and raised her fists in a combat position. She would NOT go down without a fight.

In front of her stood Spike. In one hand was the Bloodstone Scepter. She couldn't tell what was in the other because he had it behind his back.

Ember relaxed and lowered her claws. "Sorry. I was... expecting someone else." She said with a sigh.

"What's got you down?" Spike said as he walked into the room. He was only half as tall as her now, but she could tell he was going to be taller than her in a month or two. He was growing now, exponentially quickly. Wouldn't be long until he was up to his proper height for his age.

Ember gave a deep, long sigh. "Nothing its... Nothing." She mumbled as she sat down on her hoard.

"You were expecting another dragon to come and claim you weren't you?" Spike said as he sat down next to her.

"Unfortunately that's how it works in the Dragon Lands. For some reason the son or daughter of the Dragon Lord is one of the weakest of that generation, and if they can't claim the Bloodstone Scepter..." Ember stopped and gulped. "They are usually killed after being..."

Spike stopped her. "I will protect you Ember." He said firmly. "I won't let a single drake touch you."

Ember curled up into a ball on top of the hoard. "T-that's sweet and all," She said quietly. "But what can you do to stop them?"

"Simple." Spike started, before standing up. Ember suddenly felt something cold and metal latch around her neck. Ember brought her hands up in a panic and clawed at the silver collar that was now around her neck.

"W-what the hell?" She cried out, fear in her normally strong voice.

Spike grabbed her by the wrists and pulled them away from the collar. The blue dragon struggled, but Spike kept a firm hand. He didn't even flinch when she breathed violet fire directly into his face.

"If I claim you, no dragon will dare touch you." He said calmly, quietly and reassuringly. Ember stopped struggling and looked him dead in the eyes. "I promise I won't do anything you don't want. This is only so I can protect you."

Ember's jaw dropped as she stared at the purple drake. She blushed, deeply. "W-why? Why aren't you trying to-" She was immediately cut off by Spike growling.

"That is barbaric. You helped me free myself from Twilight. Why would I, for one second, treat you like my personal cum dump?" Spike said as he let go of her wrists. "I can not in good conscious let anyone hurt you. At all."

Spike turned and started to leave the cave.

"T-take me." He head behind him. Spike tensed up and slowly turned around.

"What was that?" He asked, shock in his voice.

"You heard me." Ember said as she laid back and spread her legs, giving Spike a wonderful view of her lower lips. "I want you to take me."

Spike was quiet as he started at her. His legs quivered and his breath felt shaky. Ember smiled at him, which caused his entire face to flush red. "A-are you sure?" He shakily asked.

"Of course. You are the only dragon I have met who would do something like this for me." Ember said quietly, her tail swinging invitingly between her legs.

Spike gulped and slowly stalked towards her. "Just so you know, I have never done anything l-like this before." He stammered out, his rod already fully erect. So erect in fact it almost hurt. He held onto her thighs as he hovered his member ever so slightly away from her.

"Neither have I." Ember said with a reassuring smile. Spike smiled back at her, and slowly inched himself into her.

Ember visibly tensed up and bit her lips. "Unf." She whimpered as Spike finally hilted inside her.

"I'm not hurting you am I?" Spike asked as he looked up at her.

"N-no. It just feels really w-weird." Ember groaned as she stared down at her abdomen, a slight bulge having formed on it. "G-good weird though."

Spike smiled back and started to gently rock his hips back and forth. Ember tensed up and arched her back.

"Ahh, mmm. Shit that feels good." She moaned as Spike started to slowly pick up the pace, going in and out faster and faster.

Spike clenched his jaw as he felt her interior muscles rhythmically pulse, tightening and loosening around him with each thrust. It felt good. Really good.

Ember pulled herself up and wrapped her arms around Spike as he dropped any pretense of taking things slow. He decided he wanted to go fast now. She bit down on his shoulder as his member brushed up against a particular spot in her inner walls which sent shocks up and down her body.

Ember cried out as she felt her lower walls flex and tighten around the rod, spasming as she felt her first orgasm. "Ahhh, Spike!" She cried out.

The spasming and shaking of her cunt was enough to milk Spike dry as he too came, shooting rope after rope into his Ember.

The two held onto each other, panting and groaning as they both wound down from their blissful euphoria.

"N-not bad for a first time right?" Spike asked slowly.

"Certainly not." Ember smiled back to him.

"G-good. Because I think I am exhausted. Mind if I crash in here tonight?"

"It would be my pleasure."

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