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***Part 6 < Current chapter > Part 8***

Description: Vrelgor ponders his choices. Meanwhile, his friends decide to heat up the cave a bit by sharing tales of their past conquests. With talk of seed and the smell of musk all around, the group engages in the only sensible option there is: a feisty threesome.

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RuSturak's words trailed to a stop. His eyes looked towards the sky, and Vrelgor too peeked under his wing to see Dahrzin's form diving towards them.

"Eereeek! You hunted!" The kobold started running as soon as he touched the ground. He inspected the kill with his hands, sailing along the stag's belly until he reached between its hind legs. That's when he weighted the animal's sizable balls. "Big. Good kill, but it looks dirty. Kareek, dirty, dirty!" Dahrzin motioned at the trail left by the stag as he was dragged along the ground.

"First you praise the kill, and now you complain? Now I understand why everyone has something against your kin, little one."

"Don't call me little!" Dahrzin pointed an angry finger at RuSturak, who licked his snout defiantly.

"Tiny lizard. Puny hatchling. Even my cock stands taller than you."

"Rrrr...areeeeeek!" Dahrzin threw himself against RuSturak's body. "Big, stupid dragon!"

"That's right. I am bigger than you!" RuSturak growled.

Dahrzin tried to attack the only weak spot a dragon had. Not a clever tactic by any means. The dragon had him easily pinned under his tail, his tongue poking out with licking intent.

"Don't lick me!"

"You're my prisoner. I can do anything I want to you."

"Eat! Let's eat. And maybe I'll oil your wing after the feast."

"You'll have to do more than that, little lizard."

Dahrzin's eyes scrunched shut when the bronze dragon's tongue traveled along his body. His scales handled the tickling well, but not his slit. Tempted by the promise of heat, Dahrzin's entrance trembled around the dragon's tongue, eager to get more of that moisture inside. RuSturak passed between the kobold's tight folds, then circled his tailhole two times, making it squirm just like its owner.

"Mrrrrrhhhh," RuSturak pulled his tongue back to feast on the bounty of scents. "You taste better than you look. I should make you my little hatchling. Feast on you whenever I desire. And you can call me...overlord."

"Scale-head!" the kobold blurted.

"His Scaly Brightness sounds much better."

"Big footed, long cocked scale-head!"

RuSturak turned his head around. "He doesn't learn, does he?"

Vrelgor didn't want to get involved between his friends' affairs, so he continued watching and learning the best ways to tease a kobold. Dahrzin's slit must have been infuriatingly sensitive. His head poked out after a single lick, and RuSturak loved to wash his tongue around or blow hot air upon the kobold's belly, doing his utmost to arouse him without touching his erection.

Dahrzin was a crafty critter though. He let the dragon have his way with him, then, just as RuSturak prepared to deliver another lick, Dahrzin pushed his hand through the bronze scaled slit, grabbing the dragon right where it counted.

"Raaarrrrrhhhh!" RuSturak slammed his tail down. The walls of his slit tightened just like his scrunching eyes, long growly hisses escaping between his parted jaws.

"Who's the hatching now, whelp?" Dahrzin pumped his hand in and out, turning the bronze male into a throbbing spire of dribbling lust in a matter of seconds.

"Don't...grrr...stop doing that!"

"Say it."

"What...? Say what?!"

"Say my name!"

"Dahrziiiiin!" RuSturak threw his wounded wing up, two streams of precum pounding out from his viciously hard erection.

The kobold took his hand back, allowing the hardened meat to camouflage within the grass. "That's my name. Not tiny lizard, hatchling, or whatever else your sun-baked head concocted."

"Arrrh...I...I know that..." RuSturak tried to resist the urge of licking his cock. "Now you've done it. I'm harder than I've been on my own. Grrr..."

"Want to eat?"

"Yes," Vrelgor stared at RuSturak's cock, the smell of fresh, appetizing musk washing inside his nostrils with every breath.

"The stag, scale-head. The stag!"

"Owrrr..." the blue dragon pulled his paw back. "What have you done that for?"

"The fact that you even ask proves how focused you were. Open the stag. You'll feast on cock later."

Vrelgor did as he was bid, portioning the stag in three separate pieces with his sharp dragon claws. RuSturak took the front, Dahrzin feasted on the middle, while Vrelgor had the flanks and whatever lay between them. He found the animal's spheres surprisingly succulent compared to his stringy meat, and the thought of seed lingered upon his tongue with every flick. If only he had something thick and creamy to pair the bites of meat with...

After they finished eating, Vrelgor crawled towards RuSturak, intending on cleaning the bothersome slime that turned his flesh a shade brighter. He almost managed to until Dahrzin got in the way of his tongue.

"I need some more herbs to brew into the healing mixture. Could you carry this stuffed kobold upon your back, mighty beast?"

"I ate even more than you..." Vrelgor complained.

"Other dragons eat a whole stag," Dahrzin flapped his wings, leaping up without any problems. "Fly, dragon, fly!"

Vrelgor took off towards the cave, please to enjoy a moment of silence. At least until he reached the cave. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Dahrzin began waving and pointing and mumbling about how important his herbs were along with their various purpose. Vrelgor followed him to the garden, sitting on his haunches, with his tip poking between his legs while the kobold took what he wanted. He felt so wet down there, so warm, as if his brother hadn't eaten a few mouthfuls of seed a short while ago.

Vrelgor's claws pressed into the stone as he remembered how eagerly his brother took him into his maw. How his tongue grabbed with feral intent, how his lips suckled like a water depraved hatchling, and how big he grew. A touch. That was all it took to spill all that hot, trapped seed onto the ground, the yowls of Krelgor's bliss washing over the entire forest. For a monster that killed so many men, he had been surprisingly gentle, and Vrelgor wondered why. Why did his brother insist on tasting him? Was his story really true? Perhaps guilt finally caught up with him?

"My tail can't be the reason for that."

Vrelgor blinked. What was he pointing at?

"Lower, dragon. Lower!"

Vrelgor peeked between his legs to see the entire length of his spire throbbing up and down between the grass and his belly.

"I was thinking of...of RuSturak. That's it. He promised to let me claim his tail and I have been thinking about it ever since."

"He has a sensitive spot under the tail indeed," the kobold agreed. "Though that doesn't explain your distraction. What got you so hard?"

"I'm a male. We have urges. What else is there to say?"

Dahrzin rubbed his chin. "Oh, I don't know...perhaps something about a foreign dragon trespassing into RuSturak's territory?"

"A what?" Vrelgor growled, but sheer surprise did not work on Dahrzin.

"Don't play that game with me, scale-head. I collected the seed straight from your cock. My tail has a very special relationship with your tailhole, and unless you want me to put it to use again, you will tell me."

Vrelgor laid on his side. Having his seed extracted through intense stimulation didn't seem a very bad idea.

But something about the kobold's stare gave him pause. Dahrzin advanced, his claws sliding along his tail with eerie intent. "Are you going to tell me?"

"I...I don't know..."

"Tail stuffing it is, then."

"Wait!" Vrelgor growled.

The kobold paused.

"You vow not to tell RuSturak. He had been through enough pain already."

"What do you think I am, a dragon? All secrets are safe with us."

"It's my brother," Vrelgor started grooming a hind paw to distract himself from the nerves churning inside his stomach. "He was the one who wounded RuSturak, and now he wants us -all of us- to fly away from this territory."

"There aren't many females, dragons or otherwise, that make this patch of land interesting. Why does he want that?"

"He hunted humans. Hundreds of them. And now he believes reckoning is coming our way. My brother just wants to protect me."

Dahrzin licked his snout. "Then why isn't he here? He could join us."

"He's not that kind of dragon," Vrelgor placed his paw down. "Please. Keep this to yourself."

Dahrzin pondered for a bit. "He needs to know. We need to know if these humans are coming."

"Let us worry about them after my friend gets his wing healed."

"He will. That monster throbbing between your legs might require more than a few rubs though."

Vrelgor pushed his snout into the kobold's chest, nuzzling him affectionately. "Please...don't tell him. I'll do anything. I'll..." Vrelgor slid towards the kobold's slit, only to have his head grabbed between his little hands.

"There, there. Don't get too growly with me. I don't have any more space for seed in my belly. Act like a proper dragon before you dirty us both. Come. Get those paws up. I need help with these herbs."

Vrelgor pulled back. He followed Dahrzin around as he grabbed pouches and bundles from RuSturak's stash.

"What's that for?"

Vrelgor padded towards the clay bowl, his friend's growls still ringing in his ears. Oh, he remembered how hard RuSturak burst inside that bowl. "Seed. RuSturak filled it with his seed. Said it helped with the healing process."

"He isn't wrong. I trust you are prepared to provide yours when we get back."

Vrelgor nodded. He was aroused, yes, but also happy to carry Dahrzin back to his friend. The kobold kept his word and did his duty without betraying Vrelgor's trust. With his wing properly tended, RuSturak was more than eager to relieve a fellow dragon of his burdens. Vrelgor had a choice between tail or maw, and though he preferred tail, he could not deny his friend from feasting on a warm meal. RuSturak coiled his tongue around, pulled his cock in...and Vrelgor roared as loud as his serpentine neck allowed as the heat and lust he sheltered within his slit washed forth like an untamed river of pure pleasure. As soon as he burst, RuSturak spat him out, allowing Dahrzin to collect the seed inside a water skin. Though it was not quite enough to fill it like last time, Vrelgor spurted with great pleasure thanks to the bronze dragon who licked around his cock with every throb. RuSturak even pushed inside his spasming slit, licked along his cock ridges, keeping the blue dragon moaning and pumping until he emptied his cock down to the last drop.

The blue dragon rolled on his back, wings splayed on the grass, legs trembling in the air as he watched a sky as blue as his scales. He wished he could fly there along with RuSturak...to feel the warm breeze along his scaly hide while he flowed above the world with a dragon he trusted. A dragon he loved.

RuSturak's growls rang behind him, sharp and wild. The oiling part must have been over, for whatever Dahrzin did to his friend worked wonders, and soon a second cry rushed over the forest, alerting every beast of a dragon's bursting pleasure, still strong, still wild, still untarnished.

RuSturak was able to flap wing after two days, and near the sunset of the third he gained full mobility of his wings. He roared louder than ever as he took upon the skies after almost a week of misery, spurring his friends into a wild chase through the skies. They all flew until their joints burned with fatigue, but not RuSturak. He came back dragging two deer after him, the antlers of the male scraping against the ground with each step he took.

"Two?" Dahrzin asked incredulously. "You got two?"

"I was still a bit hungry after that last one," RuSturak licked his snout. He pushed the two carcasses next to each other, eyeing them with satisfaction. "They're mates, see? I caught this one jumping the female."

"And in your infinite wisdom you killed them?" Dahrzin asked sarcastically.

"I wasn't exactly thinking," the bronze dragon admitted.

"That's your problem. You never do," the kobold crossed his arms. "It's not my position to give advice, but even humans know the value of a territory resides in the resources it carries. Stop hunting pregnant females!"

RuSturak bowed his head in shame. "You're right. I overreacted. Do you think my seed can heal her wounds?"

"Raksa karuki maka," the kobold walked to the back of the cave, mumbling angrily. "You're denser than the rock under my feet. As stupid as you are big, faraka naka!"

"Does that mean something?" Vrelgor asked, curious if his bronze friend knew that weird tongue.

"Kobold anger. That's what that is. Pay it no mind. The taste of meat will wash away my mistakes," RuSturak said.

Vrelgor looked back. He hated seeing tension between two friends. "I'll try to mend the rifts."

He just managed to get up, and RuSturak's tongue was already on his tail.

"The only rift here is the crack between your legs!" RuSturak growled from behind.

But Vrelgor was not in the mood for jokes. He shadowed the kobold with a wing, inviting him to sit down.

"Gratitude," the kobold rested against the blue's side. "I abandon my own garden, mend his wounds, tend to his cock, all for what? Look at him. Look."

Vrelgor humored the kobold...and he wished he hadn't. RuSturak's legs were bent and his cock more aroused than usual. The bronze dragon hissed between his teeth, thrusting the tip of his green erection under the female's tail again and again without much success.

"He's just enjoying himself. Past scales, claws, and fangs, all dragons are hatchlings."

"I know, scale-head. Just that...he knows better than to act like one. I scouted his territory twice while you both sat on your tails."

"We agreed that it was less suspicious if you-"

"Doesn't mean I liked it," Dahrzin clacked his jaws. "His wing is healed. There is no reason why you cannot tell him about your brother's threat now."

Vrelgor paused. He was not exactly eager to spoil his friend's mood after days of hopeless pain.

"We'll tell him. I'll tell him," he empathized. "Just not this night. He hunted for us, Dahrzin. He deserves this."

"I...I hate to agree with dragons. Distasteful thing," Dahrzin got back onto his feet. "After we eat then."

"As soon as the sun rises."

"That works. Now go. Stop that oaf before he pollutes my meal with his seed."

Vrelgor was met with tender licks and loving nuzzles. RuSturak offered him the chance to pick his own prey, and he was sorely disappointed to see the blue's appetite lacking. After Dahrzin refused to eat too, RuSturak pushed the two deer in a corner to leave the chamber as clean as he could. The three formed a circle, one dragon on each side of the kobold, their tails twining, swishing, and rubbing tips while their snouts were busy sniffing wings or licking scales.

"Are you two going to groom all night?" Dahrzin played with his own tail. He sat on his back, staring at nothing in particular.

"You can join whenever you desire," RuSturak said.

"What I desire is a measure of entertainment. We don't eat, we don't mate, we don't share words..."

The bronze dragon pulled his snout back. He got up, leaving Vrelgor to groom his own wing as he towered above the kobold. "Why don't you tell us more about the most enticing spilling of your life? Maybe your first time, perhaps a beast you happened to relieve. Anything"

"Why would I bother?" the kobold sighed.

"Because you're a devious lizard who likes the taste of seed and slit more than he likes to admit."

Dahrzin waited. He seemed to be angry, until...

"That, my dragon...is the most rightful thing you said this night," Dahrzin kissed the bronze's snout, then pushed himself onto his butt, crossing his legs with a toothy smile. "I think fondly upon the moment when-"

The kobold shrieked as RuSturak dashed his tongue fondly along his side. "Eeeek, get that icky snail off me!"

"I had to."

"Gryphon's cock you had! Go back. Shoo. I have a tale to spin."

RuSturak growled with amusement. He padded back to Vrelgor to resume the mutual grooming, filling the cave with the rumbles of two satisfied dragons.

"Like two females in heat..." Dahrzin shook his head. "Anyway, there was this hippogryph I acquired. Or rather, my old master acquired through me after I killed the man who filled the beast's saddle. He was a wild sort, cawing and clawing at me first chance he got, vengeance burning within his amethyst eyes."

"Male then?"

"Of course he was male! Have I ever told you female stories, you sun-scaled beast?"

"There was that bear you mounted before you joined the guild," RuSturak said.

"To fires with her! Don't interrupt me when I talk. I have to focus, else your cocks will remain stiff in your slits if I don't spin this right!"

The kobold closed his eyes. He breathed a few times to collect himself, then resumed. "Yes, he was male. Dragons can tell by scent, humans from the greens staining the tips of his wings, but I...I am a simple kobold drawn to the gender of any beast. I peek under the tail, and if no weighty sack hangs before me, I take my eyes elsewhere. This half-bird half-horse had the most pleasant colors. A feast for the eyes. Blacks mated with purples and greens like the night and the stars...and all I looked at was the beast's sack, rounded to perfection and wet from the beast's ire."

Dahrzin slowly closed his eyes. "My master wanted it as much as I did. Spill his seed, he shouted at me. I want his balls emptied in this bucket, his orders rang in my head with every passing day. Yet the beast was wild. It took me weeks to tame it."

"But you did."

"Oh yes...yes I did," Dahrzin lowered his voice. "I tempted the beast with a sack filled with the best grain north of the land, and while he plucked the beads out I slinked under his belly to grab at his flaccid cock. He drew back at first...but after a few more failures I grabbed onto his cock, then rubbed it between my hands like a scroll, gentle and precise, feeling his throbs pound through his hardening flesh like the chirps coming out of his throat. The beast flapped his wings a few times, but never once he pushed me away. I believe he wanted me to help him. Oh, he hated me...but he hated his swollen sack even more."

Vrelgor pulled his wings closer to his body, leaning against RuSturak as his slit moistened around the edges.

"Something wrong?" the bronze asked.

"No," Vrelgor licked him. "Dahrzin is...he's just very good at telling his tales."

"I know. Keep listening."

"His cock grew past my belly, then rubbed along my slit, falling as low as my feet. He was bigger than any dragon I met, with a head this size," Dahrzin formed a fist, showing it around.

"I grabbed it...and the beast pushed me into the sack of grain like a storm. My wings slammed into the wall just as hard as his cock slammed into my chest. The beast rammed with restless might, maddened with the urge to spill. The sharpness of his musk choked me. The taste of his cock rolled upon my lips every time his cock kissed my lips. Then, just when I thought my wings would snap, he unleashed upon me like a stormy sea, the hot lashes of his seed coating my head, dribbling along my neck, falling down my scales like the coverings of the humans."

The dragons clawed at the ground, their tails coiling and twitching with rising lust.

"His seed got into my eyes, nostrils, flooded my maw when I tried to breathe, sweet and bitter just like the beast's cries. I was scared. He could have hurt me, or worse, drown me with his seed, but my own cock throbbed harder than the beast as he emptied his seed on me. In that moment, with his spewing cock pressed against my face, I was this beast's greatest friend."

"Did...did you...finish him?" Vrelgor asked.

"I milked him, yes. There is a thing about horses. You have to grab their heads and squeeze tight just behind the head. That gets them squirting harder than a tongue in the right place."

"What about an arse?" RuSturak said.

"A tale for another time," the kobold covered his poking erection. "Can't believe I still get hard from these tales. They're older than the world."

"I'll weave one for you," RuSturak said happily. "This one happened when I claimed my first territory, a small one, not the gem I claimed around these parts. The mountain belonged to an old red who lost his mate a few years back. His cave reeked of waste, and I knew he had not hunted for a while. I could have chased him out like any other male I knew, but the touch of a tongue agreed with me more than the sting of a claw. I remained with this dragon, hunting for him, grooming his scales, and as the days passed, he remained the same: uncaring, cold, as if the mountain claimed his vigor and drained him of every joy."

"Not surprised. Dragons value their clutch. If even one of them perishes..." Dahrzin said.

"The pain of loss was not something I knew back then, and it hurt me to see one of my own kin admitting defeat. He was ready to die in his own mountain until I started grooming him. I brought luster back to his scales. His tawny wings once again stood proud and clean. I trailed my tongue down to his claws, all the way to the tail tip, but he refused to stir until I placed my tongue upon his slit. I licked, licked, licked, curling my lips with distaste. He was not a clean dragon, but my desire to save him surpassed this mild irritation."

"My tongue almost went numb before he hardened. As soon as that happened, I heard my first growl, a rumbling as deep and strong as the mountain. The dragon pinned me to the ground, shadowed me with his wing, and for the first time in my life I felt the touch of a cock upon the base of my tail."

"He raped you!" Dahrzin squeaked. "That is why males fight for territory, you rock-headed scale-nibbler!"

"Wrong," RuSturak growled. "My desire to help extended farther than you can possibly imagine. It was not pain that I felt when he pierced me, but purpose. I wanted to have this dragon growl, and by the fire's heated might, he almost deafened me as he merged himself with me. He was old, yes, but the shape of his cock was like a spike, narrow at the tip, thicker towards the base. He pushed himself through me three times, spreading my flesh apart, growing inside me, spitting his pre-seed until the fourth thrust burst through his cock along with his roar."

RuSturak pulled his wings closer, licking his snout a few times. "He flooded me with warmth, and he still pushed himself through my narrow tunnel even as he spurted, again and again, working as much seed as he could into the bottom of my being..." RuSturak closed his eyes. "That was the first time I spilled during a mounting. My insides never seethed with such fury, and I crawled back into his cock, urging him to dig deeper, to spread me further, to fill me with everything he had inside his oozing spire."

"That must have been painful."

"After the mounting, it was. I couldn't walk properly for days. Even to this day, I still think some of his seed remained inside me. He spurted so deep...so much warmth...suddenly crashing against me like the heat of the sun..."

Vrelgor poked his friend. "Don't spill it yet."

"I won't. What is your greatest pleasure, my dear blue?"

Vrelgor closed his eyes against the pleasant licks. "You," he growled warmly. "I can never forget the way I trembled when I took shelter inside your maw. It was the first time a dragon licked me. I never knew what pleasure was. How the simple touch of a tongue can stir me in so many ways. RuSturak not only liberated me from a great burden, but he showed me more warmth than any dragon ever had...aside from my parents, of course. They...they left before they could..."

"All parents leave when their hatchlings are ready to nest."

"I wish they showed me how to mate before they departed. My brother and I...we never explored each other in the same ways we did."

"Your brother has a mighty cock and a weak mind, if I'm allowed to say. Now turn thoughts away from him. The time for words had passed, so what do you say about we put our tongues and tails to better use?"

The males rumbled their approval -or squeaked in Dahrzin's case-. With the whole cave reeking with their scents, the outcome was as obvious as their exposed genders. The dragons huddled closer into each other, making room for their smaller friend. They groomed first to strengthen their bonds, the slickness of saliva turning their cocks to stone.

"Can I...can I mate you?" Vrelgor licked RuSturak's snout with tender strokes.

"I wished to taste your tail once more. Would it be terribly inconvenient if I take you this time?"

"No. No, it's-"

"Let the dragon mate, you bastard. He doesn't know the taste of arse like you do," Dahrzin joined in.

"Then why don't you lift your tail for him?"

Dahrzin pushed his tail tip into the bronze's slit, turning his words into growls in less than a heartbeat. The males argued a bit after that on how to relieve their need in the fairest way possible. Everyone wanted a tight hole to thrust into.

Yet nobody said anything about licking. Vrelgor became the target of a vicious assault, one tongue lapping at his slit while the other probed his sensitive tailhole.

"Which one do you want, my dear blue? Have you ever had your slit stuffed before?"

"Kareek! Not slit! Not in the slit!" Dahrzin said desperately. "Dragon, you know what my hands, tail, and mouth are capable of. If you've got a bit of wisdom in that scaled skull of yours-"

"RuSturak," Vrelgor growled. "I'm sorry, Dahrzin, but he's my friend..."

"So am I!" The kobold rushed behind the tails of the two dragons. "Ark, fine. I'll make due with his icky hole then."

"Wonder what got into that scaled head of his," RuSturak dipped his head, dashing his tongue along Vrelgor's exposed slit.

The blue dragon thrust his head back. His sensitive cock tensed, barbs flaring in every direction as that warm, drooling tongue slid along its entire length. RuSturak tried to wrap it around the member when a feral snarl made his lips tremble with pleasure. "He's...grarrr...he's licking my..."

The slurping noise was more than obvious. Dahrzin was lapping at his tailhole, and RuSturak stretched his legs, making sure his hole was spread to accommodate any kind of snout.

Vrelgor only had eyes for the bronze's growing cock. It was a big, veiny thing that dribbled with heated slime.

"Inside me," Vrelgor licked the bronze's snout. "I want you in me."

"My dearest blue..." RuSturak rumbled with affection. "I'll do anything for you. Anything..."

Vrelgor growled with lust as that big, hardened cock sheltered inside his tight little tailhole. RuSturak started thrusting with slow, measured thrusts, pushing his ridged head deeper, filling the young blue with the pleasure of a proper mating.

Vrelgor spread his legs, claws curling as spiking heat shot through his hidden place. He found it. RuSturak found his prostate. His cock pushed past it, throbbed, then retreated, making the young dragon growl with need, his own erection standing like a pole trapped in a storm.

"More..." Vrelgor moaned. "Seed...I want to...to feel your seed explode inside me..."

RuSturak thrust a few more times, then roared. His whole body trembled, his tail lifted all the way up...

And Vrelgor saw why. The kobold had his arm deep under the bronze's tail, pumping in and out, grabbing at something hidden. Something safe. Something that filled a male with the greatest of pleasures.

"Naaarrrrrrr!" RuSturak growled. "He's milking...raaaah, grabbing my...it's too....too hot, too..."

"Spill, you wicked beast. Spill yourself already!"

"Arrrrhhh!" the bronze snarled, pleasure draped all over his face. "He's so deep...so warm...so..."

RuSturak's words descended into a growl. His hips pushed forth, causing his cock to sink all the way into the blue's sensitive tailhole. Vrelgor growled, spasming tight around the muscular cock. He felt RuSturak throb once, twice, thrice, then a hot stream of seed exploded from his bloating cock.

"Raaaaawwrrrrr!" The bronze's maw blew a wave of hot air upon Vrelgor's snarling face.

It was too intense. Waves of cum rushed through his tailhole, filling his passage with thick, fertile seed. The mere thought of holding his friend's cum inside him made Vrelgor erupt with his own trembling cry.

His cock jerked up to unleash a fountain of cum upon his bronze friend's belly. RuSturak smelled that. He brought his pleasure-dazed snout between his forelegs, maw opened, tongue curling around the spasming cock. With a sharp pull, he grabbed onto the blue's spasming cock, pushing it inside the sea of saliva washing through his maw.

Vrelgor cried louder than ever. Not only his tailhole was filled with spurts of hot cum, but now his cock was being suckled hard and fast by the loveliest of tongues. The young blue thrust up with all his strength, prostate thundering with blissful might, tailhole spasming hard to deliver thick loads of dragon cum right into RuSturak's hungry maw.

The bronze dragon's throat vibrated with lust. He swallowed load after load, but even his maw was not enough to hold in all that cum. Rivulets burst between his teeth, dripping onto the blue's spasming slit, making him throb all the harder while Vrelgor writhed on the ground, kicking his legs and flapping his wings as his sensitive barbs were stimulated from every side at once. RuSturak's whole tongue pumped around the head...that hard, sensitive head that bloated with orgasmic might to deliver every bit of the blue dragon's seed out of his spasming slit.

The long winded orgasm ended with two tired growls. Dahrzin shoved his hand out, laughing at the two panting dragons.

"You spilled faster than a female at the peak of her heat."

"Shut it..." RuSturak hissed, tired and weak.

"I'd rather put it somewhere..."

Vrelgor pulled the Kobold with his tail, sniffed the kobold's erection, then took it inside his maw, watching the little lizard tremble and moan as his sensitive cock was embraced by warm, tender flesh. It took mere seconds for Dahrzin to release his salty seed inside the dragon's hot maw.

And suddenly, Dahrzin wasn't feeling funny anymore.

"I'm going to get back at you two."

"Rrr..." Vrelgor licked the kobold's dripping cock. "I can't wait for you to try, little one."

"I'm not little!"

"You certainly are," RuSturak growled at him.

Dahrzin sat on the blue's seed coated tailhole.

"What do you think?" Vrelgor licked his friend. "Is he a danger?"

"Protect your holes, dear blue. Both of them. Something tells me my little friend there is going to come down hard on them."

Vrelgor closed his eyes. "Let him try. We'll just show him how much better we are at playing his games."

The dragons fell asleep, messy as they were, but before he fell into the realm of dreams, Vrelgor felt Dahrzin slide under his wing. Perhaps he wasn't such a bad kobold after all...

***END OF CHAPTER 7***

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