Business Dragon and the Blue Hands

The purple dragon lay on his back, the bed creaking softly under his heavy weight as he stretched out languidly. His scales were iridescent in the dim light, and the suit jacket he wore was slung open to reveal a muscular chest. He glanced down at his crotch with an amused smirk, the thick bulge of his erection straining against the fabric of his underwear.

"Like what you see?" he growled, casting a sly look towards the corner of the room. The orange jack-o'-lantern grinned back at him, its flickering candlelight dancing in the darkness. "You're not so bad yourself."

Suddenly, ethereal hands appeared out of thin air, glowing with an otherworldly blue light as they began to stroke and caress his body. He gasped as they trailed over his chest, tweaking his nipples and sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, throwing his head back as the hands roamed lower, slipping under the waistband of his underwear to grip his throbbing cock. They began to stroke him firmly, their touch both gentle and insistent as they worked him closer and closer to the edge.

But just as he was about to cum, another figure appeared in the room. A tall, imposing demon with horns and a wickedly sharp tail. He grinned wickedly as he approached the dragon, his own erection already hard and ready.

"I see you've started without me," he said, his voice deep and husky. "But I have something special in mind for you."

Before the dragon could respond, the demon had positioned himself between the dragon's legs, his ethereal cock hovering over the dragon's entrance. He pushed inside with a groan, filling the dragon completely as the ethereal hands continued to stroke and tease him.

The sensation was overwhelming, and the dragon could feel himself being stretched and filled in ways he never thought possible. The demon began to thrust harder and faster, his hips slamming against the dragon's with a force that sent shockwaves through his body.

"Fuck me," the dragon gasped, his nails digging into the bedsheets as he felt himself nearing climax again. "Harder!"

The demon complied, pounding into him with an intensity that left them both breathless and moaning. And then, with a final thrust, the demon came inside the dragon, filling him with ethereal seed that sent him over the edge.

He cried out as he came, his own orgasm ripping through him like wildfire as the ethereal hands continued to milk every last drop of pleasure from his body. The room was filled with their moans and gasps, a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the night. And as the dragon lay there, spent and satisfied, he couldn't help but grin up at the jack-o'-lantern in the corner.

"Happy Halloween," he said, his voice husky with satisfaction. The pumpkin grinned back, its candlelight flickering in response. It was going to be a long night.