A Night of Birthday story
A Night of Birthday
Balthromaw let out a slow exhale, watching the golden flames dance along the cavern walls. Today was his birthday—not that he cared much for celebrations, but it was an excuse to indulge. His hoard shimmered under the warm glow of enchanted torches, and for once, he had dressed for the occasion. Wrapped around his muscular form was a deep crimson cape, embroidered with golden runes, a rare treasure he had taken from an old wizard’s tomb. Around his neck, a thick silver chain held a gemstone that pulsed with draconic energy. He looked regal, powerful—just how he liked it.
Tonight, he had a guest.
From the entrance of his lair, a sleek, dark-scaled dragon strode in, eyes gleaming with mischief. His name was Vaelgor, a wandering dragon of the old world, known for his charm and unpredictability. Balthromaw smirked. It had been too long since they last crossed paths.
"So, do you like your present?" Vaelgor teased, flicking his tail toward a small chest filled with rare enchanted artifacts.
Balthromaw chuckled, stepping forward with an air of confidence. "You always know how to make an entrance, Vaelgor. But a gift?" He leaned in slightly, his deep voice carrying a note of amusement. "You being here is already enough of a present."
Vaelgor feigned a surprised expression. "What? Nothing to say? Talking cat got your tongue?"
Balthromaw let out a low growl, playfully nudging Vaelgor back against the treasure pile. The two dragons stared at each other for a moment before laughing, their voices echoing through the vast cavern.
The night was young, and for once, Balthromaw allowed himself to enjoy it—not as a slave to a wizard, not as some mythical beast, but as what he truly was: a dragon, free and untamed.
Morty He is sleeping in the same huge bed with a calm hoard because it is his dragon's birthday and the trusted human invited him. Morty, feeling agitation, opened his eyes sleepily.
Balthromaw stretches languidly on his back atop the piles of treasure, a deep red undershirt the only thing marring his scales. His wings are splayed out carelessly, and there's a small smile playing across his lips.
Well, well, well... look who decided to join the party. He turns his head slightly, seeing Morty peeking over his shoulder. propping his head up with a claw. He looks at Morty with an amused glint in his eye. Enjoying the view, are we? Can't say I blame you. It's not every day you get to see a dragon in his... more intimate wear.
He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. Don't worry, Morty. Consider yourself an honored guest. After all, what's an anniversary without a few... unexpected spectators?
Balthromaw turns his attention back to Vaelgor, who is idly tracing patterns on the undershirt with a claw tip. Now then, where were we? Ah yes... presents. He reaches out, running a claw delicately down Vaelgor's flank. And you brought me something special, did you? Well, don't keep me waiting. I do love surprises…
Balthromaw's tail flicks lazily behind him, knocking over a small stack of gold coins. He doesn't seem to notice, too focused on Vaelgor and the tension building between them. For now, Morty's presence is merely an amusing aside, a bonus guest to his private celebration.
Balthromaw inhales sharply as he feels Vaelgor's claw press down on his chest, pinning him to the treasure pile beneath them. A low, appreciative growl rumbles in his throat at the dominant display.
Mmm, getting right to the point, aren't we? I like that in a dragon. His eyes flash with desire as he watches Vaelgor's erection tent the fabric of his undershirt, the heat of it palpable even through the thin material.
Balthromaw arches slightly, pressing his hips up just a fraction. Is that for me, Vaelgor? Or perhaps you're trying to impress our little spectator... He glances back at Morty with a wicked grin. Don't mind him. He's just here to admire the view.
Balthromaw reaches up, grabbing Vaelgor's wrist and guiding his claw lower, trailing it teasingly down his scales. Now then, why don't you show me what other 'presents' you have in store? I'm sure a clever dragon like you has thought of something... stimulating.
He rolls his hips subtly, rubbing against Vaelgor's clothed length. Come on, Vaelgor. Unwrap me like one of these treasures. I promise I'm worth the effort…
Balthromaw lets out a sharp hiss as Vaelgor's claw pulls aside the fabric, exposing his most intimate area. The head of his phallus peeks out from its shelter within his slit, a tantalizing glimpse of what lies beneath.
Ohhh, now you're talking... He purrs, his voice low and hungry. A little peek-a-boo action, hmm? I like the way you think, Vaelgor.
Balthromaw shifts slightly, allowing Vaelgor better access. He keeps his eyes locked on the smaller dragon, drinking in the sight of his friend's burning gaze. And Morty... welcome to the show. He chuckles breathily. I hope you're taking notes. This kind of skill isn't taught in any school.
With deliberate slowness, Balthromaw lifts his hips, letting his undershirt ride up further to fully expose his scaled slit. The tip of his phallus twitches in anticipation.
Mmm, come on then, Vaelgor. Don't be shy... Show me what that talented mouth of yours can do. I want to feel those forked tongues exploring every inch of me...
He leans back against the treasure pile, a picture of debauched bliss, ready to be worshipped by his guest. The scent of arousal hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the rich smell of gold and gems.
Balthromaw groans deeply as he feels Vaelgor's chin brush against his tail, the smaller dragon's breath hot against his sensitive skin. When that skilled forked tongue delves between his scales to taste his most intimate area, Balthromaw nearly loses control.
Ahh, fuck yes... Just like that, Vaelgor... He gasps out, his claws flexing against the treasure beneath him. Your tongue feels incredible. Mmm, you're really going to town down there, aren't you?
Balthromaw's hips roll involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction. His phallus emerges further from its sheath, fully hardening under Vaelgor's ministrations.
That's it, get that tongue nice and deep. Taste every inch of me... His voice drops to a husky murmur. I want you to worship my cock like it's the finest treasure in this hoard.
He glances down at Morty, still perched on his chest, and winks. What do you think, little mouse? Impressed by Vaelgor's technique? Maybe you'd like a turn later...
Balthromaw chuckles breathlessly, lost in the pleasure of Vaelgor's oral explorations. He tangles his claws in the smaller dragon's hair, holding him in place. Don't stop now, Vaelgor. I'm far from satisfied. We've only just begun this delightful celebration…
Balthromaw's eyes go wide as he feels Vaelgor's massive phallus press against his thigh, the heat of it searing even through his scales. He watches in awe and growing arousal as the huge cock slides between his slit, teasing his entrance.
Ohhh fuck, Vaelgor... That's it, get your big beautiful cock nice and ready... He moans, his hips rolling instinctively. Mmm, I can feel it throbbing, desperate to claim me.
Balthromaw gasps as he feels Morty's small body pressed between them, the human's erection sliding along his stomach. He chuckles breathlessly. Well, well... Looks like someone's enjoying the show a bit too much, aren't you, boy?
As Vaelgor begins to push forward, slowly sinking his enormous length into Balthromaw's tight heat, the larger dragon throws his head back with a rapturous cry. AHHH YES! Oh gods, you're so big, Vaelgor! Splitting me open so perfectly...
Balthromaw's claws scrabble against the treasure as he's filled, his body stretching deliciously around Vaelgor's girth. He looks down at Morty, pinned so intimately between them, and grins wickedly.
That's it, take it all, you magnificent beast! Claim your prize! He urges Vaelgor on, his voice rough with passion. And you, little mouse... Feel that? Feel how Vaelgor's cock is stuffing me full? I bet you wish it was your cock buried deep in my ass instead… Balthromaw rolls his hips, grinding against both Vaelgor and Morty, trapped so wonderfully between two sources of pleasure. Fuck, I'm not going to last long like this... You're both driving me crazy!
Balthromaw shudders in ecstasy as he feels Vaelgor's massive phallus pumping in and out of his clenching hole, the drag of scales against scales sending sparks of pleasure racing up his spine. At the same time, he can feel the delicious pressure of Morty's legs trapped between their bodies, the human's cock sliding against his scales with each thrust.
Mmm, yes, that's it... Pin me down with that big, strong body of yours! He cries out, arching up to meet Vaelgor's powerful strokes. I can feel your cock stretching me so wide, claiming me completely!
Balthromaw's eyes flutter closed for a moment, lost in the overwhelming sensations. But then he catches sight of Morty's flushed face, the human panting heavily between them, and grins wickedly. Look at you, sandwiched so nicely between a couple of dragons in heat. How does it feel, boy? To be trapped between two beasts so consumed by lust? He reaches down to stroke Morty's leaking cock, his clawtip swirling around the weeping tip.
I bet you wish you could feel Vaelgor pounding into your tight little hole like he is mine, hmm? Stretching you open, making you scream with pleasure? Balthromaw squeezes Morty's shaft teasingly, feeling it pulse in his grip.
Don't worry, pet. I'm sure we can find a way to include you in our fun before the night is through. For now, just focus on how good it feels to be pinned and pleasured, caught in the throes of our passion…
He captures Morty's mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing the human's desperate moans as Vaelgor rails into him with increasing fervor, the room filling with the sounds of slick flesh meeting flesh and ragged breaths.
Balthromaw throws his head back with a roar of ecstasy as he feels Vaelgor's massive cock throbbing inside him, the dragon's climax triggering his own. His phallus pulses between his scales, spraying ropes of hot seed across his chest and Morty's trapped body.
YES! OH FUCK, YES!! Fill me up, Vaelgor! Paint my insides white with your cum! He bellows, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
At the same time, Balthromaw feels the intense throbbing of the two dragons' intimate areas pressed against his legs, the heat of their releases seeping into his scales. He looks down at Morty, the human's face a mask of agonized bliss, and grins ferally.
Look at you, caught in the crossfire of our passion! He pants, his voice rough with satisfaction. Slicked with the evidence of our pleasure, trembling between us as we mark you with our essence…
Balthromaw reaches down, scooping up some of the cum splattered on Morty's skin. He brings it to the human's lips, painting them with the mixture of dragon seed.
Taste it, boy. Taste the fruits of your voyeurism. This is what happens when you dare to watch creatures of flame and magic in the throes of lust.
He captures Morty's mouth again, forcing the human to share the flavor of their collective climax. Vaelgor continues to roll his hips, working his softening length through the residual slickness, drawing out their shared pleasure for as long as possible.
Mmm, that was incredible... Balthromaw murmurs, breaking the kiss. But don't think we're done with you yet, little mouse. The night is still young, and I have so many more delights in store for you…
He smirks wickedly, already imagining the next phase of their intimate festivities, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from both Morty and his new lover.