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Perhaps a Tomorrow

Written by: S. Nightshade

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The Creatures Beyond.

Perhaps a Tomorrow.

Copyright © 2023 by S. Nightshade.

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The 3rd day of the 9th month,

1228 PA (Post-Awakening).

The Golden Goose Inn, Lapsa

Perhaps a Tomorrow

"Well, here it is. Our room. It's not quite what I'm used to, but it's a place to rest at least. You can use the changing room first. I'm just going to remove my armor and sleep. I'll take the bed furthest from the window if you like?" It took Balthazar all he had to not slur his words, despite professing his stalwartness.

Lydia looked at him almost sheepishly. "Is that really necessary? One bed looks rather large enough, and I don't take up very much space."

Blood rushed to his cheeks, setting them ablaze. "I... I don't know. It seems a waste to have two beds and only use one." He conjured up the best excuse his drunken mind possibly could.

Lydia ignored him. She simply locked her eyes on his, sauntered drunkenly toward him, and playfully nuzzled his chest. She reached one hand upward practically as high as it could go to give his cheek a gentle stroke. In a flash, her other hand drew a dagger as she reached toward his backside. There was a small glint of reflected moonlight upon the weapon before the studded plating around Balthazar's waist and his leather pants dropped straight to the dusty pine-planked floor.

"Lydia! That's too far! If my father saw me standing like this in front of you..." He chided her but trailed off in his embarrassment and thoughts of the duke's piercing gaze of disapproval. He dropped a hand before him to cover up between his legs. It was humiliating, but it was also... quite exhilarating. His body secreted minute droplets of precum, and he silently thanked the gods it wasn't enough to drip out in the open.

"Don't be such a hard-ass." Lydia playfully slapped his exposed buttcheek.

"What? I have incredibly strong leg muscles. And I have scales down there! Do you know how painful it would be to remove them?" His voice betrayed his dragon ancestry though he hadn't intended to growl.

Lydia shook her head as she sighed, but the right side of her mouth curled slightly upward in amusement. "No, dummy. Hard-ass as in your temperament. You're so unrelentingly serious. It's just us here in this room together. Let loose a bit."

"Well, I suppose I just have a lot on my mind, a lot of responsibilities. But you're right. I should relax, at least while I'm with you." He recalled a moment from years ago; he and his comrades sat around a campfire just after battle. Balthazar was sharpening his sword as most of the others drank and sang songs. His lykosi friend Aerynil approached him with two mugs of ale clasped within his paws and offered him one. They'd known each other since boyhood and had turned from their youthful pranks and rowdiness towards soldiering and stately affairs.

"Your brows are furrowed again, old friend. Relax, drink with me. Let's celebrate our victories while we can. You never know what's to come tomorrow. It's kind of a peaceful thought, no?"

Balthazar had not known what he meant by that. By all rights, not knowing had always been more of a reason for him to worry, to train, to prepare for the next day. But as he gazed into Lydia's eyes, his heart and his brow softened. "You never know what's to come tomorrow, huh?"

Lydia broke a devilish grin. "That's right! There could be a day when we could be together in public without drawing undue attention." She reached for his hand and slowly pulled it away from his nethers. "Maybe some 'tomorrow' will bring the day when I could hold your hand like this as we walk to Throlm's tavern. Or sit next to the fountain in the square."

Balthazar's eyes moistened and grew twice their size. He thought it foolish. Tradition was tradition; it would not be so easy to break. But her enthusiasm lifted his spirits, and he could not bear to shatter her silly dream, a dream they shared however unlikely. "Yes. Perhaps a tomorrow like that will come."

"Honestly..." Lydia turned her attention back to Balthazar's nakedness. "It was feeling a little too warm in here. I thought I would help you out a bit," Lydia teased as she gawked at him.

"Er, yes. I guess that's true. This room must be right above the fireplace in the commons." Balthazar pondered this more intently than Lydia intended.

Lydia's hand wandered across the scales covering Balthazar's obliques. The soft underskin beneath writhed from the pressure, forking tingles like lightning across his half-exposed midriff. He nearly recoiled from the unfamiliar sensation. "Balthazar," Lydia began suddenly, "you know, I kind of knew what to expect of your... anatomy... You know from scientific scrolls I've managed to get my hands on since I came through the veil all those years ago. But I did not realize just how much your 'slit' would look like a vagina," She chortled at his expense; Balthazar, however, remained unamused.

"Vagina...!" He was caught off-guard and could not fathom a response. "I..."

"Actually, where are your..." Bemused, Lydia stuck four of her fingers through the opening between his legs. With a sharp jolt, Balthazar realized that she did not understand how shallow the opening was nor how sensitive the delicate folds within were. His body instantly became rigid as a shockwave rippled from the epicenter to every extremity. His knee reflexively smacked Lydia in the gut.

"Careful, lamb," he scolded. "That's very sensitive skin in there."

"I'm sorry, Balthazar. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Balthazar huffed through flared nostrils, "I'm not delicate, little one. It just feels strange to be touched like that."

"I was wondering if I could feel your stones in there from the inside." She blushed, embarrassed, as she withdrew her hand. She pinched her fingers together and examined the bridges formed by the viscous fluids when she pulled them apart. "It was... wet in there."

"Er, that would be from my preparatory secretions." His head was spinning, but how much was from the evening's copious booze and how much from nervousness, he couldn't say.

Lydia coughed out a chuckle. "Preparatory! What are you preparing for?" She reveled in her teasing.

A bashful growl rumbled from within his belly but got caught in his throat. It was too much for him to explain, and he was certain she had to know about these sorts of things already. "Why must you tease me like this? It's difficult to talk about."

She ignored his pleas and continued, "So where are your eggs, then? I didn't feel them in there."

Balthazar recoiled at the word. "What?! What eggs? I am male! I do not have eggs!"

"No, not eggs like that. Like... Stones?" Balthazar stared at her blankly in confusion, so she continued, "Nuts? Balls?"

His eyes widened in realization. "You want to know about my testicles?!" A fever quickened within and melted the tiny scales plating his cheeks. "Well, they are internal! And you cannot simply feel around for them!" He might have laughed had the skin inside of his slit not felt so uncomfortable still.

"Well, I didn't know!" Lydia bore a rather disagreeable frown, and Balthazar regretted reprimanding her. "I just thought maybe they were hidden in there. I'm sorry."

Balthazar returned her frown in pity. "It's alright, lamb." He mustered up enough confidence to lend her a smidgen of encouragement. "I suppose drakonblood anatomy is quite different from that of human males. I..." He averted his eyes and continued, "I could allow you to explore a bit. You know, so that I could answer any questions you might have." He considered her mischievous grin for a moment before adding, "But please, do not poke around in there. It is not very pleasant..." He feigned a stern glower as he crossed his arms and huffed melodramatically. Lydia giggled at his sudden playfulness.

Balthazar unfastened the rest of his armor and unlaced and removed the viridescent singlet he wore underneath. Now fully exposed, he cocked his hips in a show of confidence. He flared his nostrils as he tilted his head so he could watch her from the corners of his eyes. The muscles in his chest and arms bulged with his posture. His ass was firmly taut on his right side, permitting his left cheek to remain supple. Quite sure of himself now, he imagined he was a resplendent statue of some ancient god-hero, baring it all just as he had on his hatching-day. Just the thought of her gaze set the inside of his chest aflame and his loins ablaze. There was a slight hardening from within his slit as he contemplated that he perhaps had an unexplored exhibitionist side.

Lydia became flustered as she admired this new Balthazar. She leaned in and wrapped her hands about his waist. She grazed every scale with her lightly tapping fingers from his protruding hip to his lower abdominals. Confidently, she dared to caress her way to resting her palm on his pubic bone while delicately strumming the scaly flesh below with her fingertips.

Balthazar shuddered in anticipation. He'd never been touched in such a way before or rarely touched at all when he really thought about it. He only just realized that he craved this kind of intimacy. A primal need was stirring from flesh to bone. His lips loosened into a mild pant as Lydia's curious hands reached for the top of his slit. She tenderly rubbed the outside of it as Balthazar groaned with delight. The lips were sensitive and signaled such a warm pleasure that his body responded involuntarily with more secretions. With much more caution this time, Lydia slipped a finger between the opening lips just enough to part them and used the buildup of fluids to glide her digit from the top to the bottom of his slit. His breathing escalated, and blood began exquisitely flooding his erection.

Lydia withdrew her finger to his chagrin. She grabbed him by his thumb again and coaxed him toward one of the beds. She silently indicated with a nod for him to lay upon the sheets with her. He nearly obliged before reassessing the situation -- she was still fully clothed. He gave her a shake of his head before squatting before her at the foot of the bed. He placed his hands on either side of her, first cupping the sides of her breasts with his palms and his fingers stretched around her back. He lifted her off the floor and arranged her delicately on the mattress as if he were preserving a flower on a page in a book.

His eyes flickered with intensity directly into hers. He sank his palms into the bed on either side. The sheets ruffled and bunched as his knees crept across them. He was upon her now, his great form hovering above like a beast who had pounced his prey, his lamb. Lydia smiled up at him and lifted her shoulder blades, reaching out her hand for his copper muzzle. He buckled his arms to stoop lower and pressed his mouth to hers.

It seemed as if hours passed with her lips grazing the thin pink skin within as she slipped her lips apart and pursed them back together. He shivered uncontrollably from this simple ecstacy; they had kissed before, but it was different then. It had been sweet and tender, whereas this was carnal, their bodies brimming with need and instinct. They drew breaths together and released them together. The quickening pace of their heaving chests became more vigorous and erratic as their passions roused.

Lydia guided her tongue through his lips to sample the inside. Balthazar convulsed, nearly prying away from her. But instead, he wrapped an arm behind her head and pressed their bodies harder together against the mattress. He was careful not to put too much weight on her tiny frame, but he rested upon her and held her with a furious longing. It was nearly too intense to contain his drive for her, and indeed, he spilled a strand of viscous liquid on the bedding. His heart aflutter, he tasted her tongue with his, the slight fork to it enveloping the tip of hers. Her breath stuttered, and they drove each other mad with lust as their tongues danced deliberately in the mixture of their saliva.

Several moments passed before Balthazar tepidly removed his lips from hers to traverse to her neck. He gave a flick of his tongue on the surface before nibbling at her flesh. Lydia whined in response and scratched from the back of his neck to the top of his shoulder. His lust guided his mouth lower down her neck and yet lower still, briefly stopping to nip at her collar. Lydia gave him a gentle shove to put enough distance between them that she could remove her shirt. He stared at her bare, scaleless flesh in wonderment, bewildered by her beauty.

After a brief pause to soak his vision in her exposed flesh, he returned to follow his tongue's path down Lydia's body. He hesitated at her bosom and nuzzled between her breasts tenderly while eyeing for a response. Lydia bit her lip to encourage his further examination. He grasped at one breast while suckling at the other and allowing his tongue to sweep back and forth over her pink and perky nipple. Lydia gasped. He lingered to ensure the area hardened and glistened wet from his practice. The cool air chilled the moisture from his suckling as goosebumps erupted across her chest and down her arms. It was a curious sight to a scaled creature such as Balthazar, and he reveled in it.

He traveled down her body in intervals, tracing some imagined meridian with his fingertips and another with the prongs of his tongue, each step of the way sliding his knees backward to level himself against the bed. He stuck his tongue into her navel, and she shot him a dirty look. "That feels weird... I don't think I like it."

He frowned but abided. Lydia unbuckled what remained of her clothing, slid it off, and tossed it off the mattress. Balthazar readjusted himself to lie flat on his stomach, wings outstretched, and held Lydia by her hips as he placed his muzzle directly before her flower. He examined her without touch for a moment, inspecting the mounds of her outer labia and what rested between. He'd not expected this opening to be so narrow, and he wondered how he could even slip so much as a finger inside.

He nuzzled her gingerly and inhaled her scent. It was stronger than he'd imagined, but it was undeniably Lydia, and a comfort washed over and weakened him. Lydia began breathing heavily and bit her lip. Her legs broke out in raised flesh, and he took this as a good sign. Deciding that there was no way he was going to be able to insert a finger, he instead chose to insert his tongue. He curled it up and around the inner folds of her labia.

His eye caught something he did not expect -- a small hooded mound where the folds met at the top. Wondering what it was, he brushed his tongue on the fleshy covering, and Lydia moaned with an unprecedented intensity. This seemed to please her more than what he had previously been doing, so he circled her flesh and then again several times as Lydia panted and shook her outstretched leg. Emboldened, he used a finger to spread the hood back and lapped at the small mound underneath. With an almost violent reaction, Lydia kicked him off of her.

"Ah! No, that's too sensitive!" She studied his hurt expression a moment before adding, "Sorry, I didn't mean to kick you, it just happened. But I think whatever you just did was like what I did to you earlier, maybe?"

Sheepishly, Balthazar huffed and leaned into her again and continued stimulating the skin which cloaked this little mound. He kept his eyes on hers to study the faces she made: sometimes she smiled, sometimes she bit her lip, and yet other times she seemed to grimace, and he'd wonder if he'd made a mistake. But she bucked her hips with his tongue and continued panting, so he kept going. The area began to swell, her inner lips glowing red and parting, the little mound of flesh he was attending engorged. She even started calling out to him, "Oh, Balthazar."

He parted her labia with his tongue and let it explore a little deeper inside. He closed his eyes to focus on all the sensations. There were bumps and ridges past the folds, and the deeper he allowed himself to go, the tighter together the ridges seemed to get.

He relaxed and withdrew for a moment to drink in the sight of her vulva as a whole, and it seemed to him that the lips remained parted from where his tongue had been deep inside of her. He decided to stick his right index finger inside, but he did so with great caution paid to his claw. He explored with the soft padding of his fingertip and moved it in and out, her vagina all the while making more and more room to accommodate. It was a marvel. His slit began parting as the tip of his penis emerged.

But Lydia had enough of his finger. She grasped his hand with hers and removed his digit from within her. She lifted herself back up and scooted down the bed and motioned for him to follow before guiding him onto his back. It was her turn again to be in control, egged on by his prodding and probing. She saw the tip of his penis poking from its hiding place, and she smirked slyly.

Lydia swung a leg around and pushed herself on top of him. She straddled his waist, her legs barely long enough for her knees to touch the comforter. She pushed her way down his body until her parted labia met his opening. Their mutual wetness kissed and made a provocative schlop whenever Lydia rebalanced. Bemused, Balthazar shot her an inquisitive look, but when Lydia started thrusting her hips, the gliding motion of her dripping vulva across his slit made him quiver in excitement. She slid faster atop him and faster still while moaning in pleasure. Balthazar's cock rose from his opening, pumping full of blood, larger and larger, and it was slathered on the outside with his own pre-ejaculate stirred together with Lydia's fluids. Lydia had noticed his engorged dick and started thrusting forward, effectively wrapping it on either side with her lips. She swayed her hips to press down on his cock and ride it from tip to base as she spread her fingers against his belly. He was leaking more than ever before, adding more lubricant for their exertions. "Oh, Lydia" he moaned as he twitched.

Then suddenly, Lydia dismounted. Balthazar propped himself up to see where she was going, but she'd only hopped off the bed and was rummaging through her pack on the table. She pulled out a small parcel of waxed parchment and loosed the twine wrapped around the top. He looked at her quizzingly, and she responded, "We're going to need this." She uncrumpled the edges of the parchment and withdrew a slopping tube covered in some sort of brine or alcohol.

It took him a moment to understand what it was she had presented. "Lydia! That's contraband! You could be arrested for having that, possibly worse!" It was a sheath, one to prevent impregnation, and he knew how much the clergy hated the idea of taking control of birth away from the gods and into the hands of the people.

"Relax, will you? I crafted this myself just for this moment. No one saw me do it. Besides, we've talked before about how the poor in your lands could be liberated with these. It's not like you're against them. And if your seed is strong, who could even say what would happen to me gestating a little half-drakonblood in my belly? Or how one would cope in there rather than incubating in a hardened shell?" He knew she was right. There were many unknowns, and to risk them could kill her.

"Fine," was all he could muster; after all, he knew what would happen if she were caught. Lydia grinned and hopped back upon the bed and on top of him. She rolled out the skin of the sheath partway and inspected it for any flaws. She firmly grasped his cock and stroked it until it firmed up all the way. It pulsed in her hand, the tension from a full erection palpable. He glanced down toward Lydia's crotch and worried, "Lydia... are you certain this won't hurt you? It is rather large, and you are quite small."

"Full of yourself, huh? Quit worrying so much." And she unraveled the sheath skin over his head and then shaft, and the envelope tingled and made him squirm. His brightly crimson shaft was so sensitive in this state. Lydia lifted herself and aligned her vaginal canal with the head of his cock and slowly lowered herself down around it. The head squished inwards slightly, but it was not enough to slip inside of her. She pulled up and pressed back down upon it. After a few more tries of this, it glided in, and she was able to slide down halfway until she reached the part of his cock where its girth widened and curved slightly to the left. She rose again, her inner walls guiding him to ecstasy, and she came back down upon the thickened middle. With a little effort, she was able to insert the rest of his penis inside her. She was incredibly tight around his manhood, and Balthazar was afraid to move for fear of tearing something. But by the gods did he want to move. Lydia leaned forward and rested her head upon his chest and wrapped her arms as far around him as she could before rhythmically riding his cock.

Their breathing quickened again, negative thoughts purged, each moaning and gasping in pleasure as Lydia rocked back and forth on top. But only moments after she'd begun, Balthazar's cock quivered, and something inside him began rising up. A burning, electric sensation expanded along his shaft, culminating at the head of his cock. He tried desperately to dam it, but the secretions within ignored his pleas. "Uhhhhh... Oh... Lydia, I'm about to come." He moaned loudly as he was overtaken by pleasure. One last spurt of his precum prepared the way, and as his tail stiffened and his asshole clenched and released, convulsing, he spilled his seed into the sheath. Instinctually, he thrusted into her over and over as he came, his body quaking with pleasure. His thrusts became more erratic but after only seconds, he ceased moaning and shaking and shooting his load. He managed one final thrust before the sensitivity became unbearable, and his body relaxed as he plopped back into the bed and let out a deep, satisfied sigh.

"Wait, that was it?" Lydia inquired incredulously. "That was less than two minutes!" Balthazar gave a full-hearted apologetic look. He felt rather ashamed that he could not last once he was inside of her. Lydia frowned, "No, it's ok. I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself at least."

"But what about you?" Balthazar blushed sheepishly. He tugged at the sheath around his dick, and each tug rubbed excruciatingly against his overloaded member until he was at last freed. Morsels of his semen and precum dripped down his cock and spattered the sheets where he'd tossed the sheath.

"Well, with a little help, I can probably finish within a few minutes. Would you mind?"

"Of course! What do you need me to do?" He was glad there still seemed to be a way for her to feel pleasure as he did.

Lydia beamed at him, her smile turning crooked and menacing. Her eyes were candles flickering from a draft as she crawled down Balthazar's body. She stopped once she could wrap both of her legs around a single one of his. "Here, give a little bend at the knee for me."

Balthazar formed nearly a right angle with his leg, hoisting Lydia into the air in the process. He looked at her, perplexed.

"Ahhh! Not so high! I said a slight bend!"

Some of her tepid juices trickled down his leg as he lowered her. He locked his knee in place once Lydia signaled him with a tap, the excitement returning to her face. "What should I do now, little one?"

Lydia met his gaze. She gave a playful twirl of her finger around the outside of his slit, gliding it through the drying remains of his cum. His cock had long since retreated, but the fleshy fold of skin there remained quite sensitive to her touch.

Balthazar twitched and scrunched up his face. "You sly little thing; that's too sensitive an area right now for you to be messing with!"

Lydia giggled, "Yes, yes. I'll stop messing with you. All I need for you to do right now is hold your position. Alright?"

He nodded. He was glad now she was so small a creature since it lessened the burden of holding her weight on his thigh.

Lydia lowered her head and kissed Balthazar's belly. She allowed her left hand to explore a bit, settling on the front of his hip bone as she savored the hardness and the shape of it. She gripped his leg like a vice with her own as she thrust her hips forward. Her pelvis grinded hard against him as her clitoris slid up his leg, and her labia fluttered along behind. She retracted gradually before firmly grinding inward and up his leg again.

There was so much pressure behind each of her thrusts, and the grip she had on his thigh made it difficult for him to keep his leg in place. All of the force she was mustering against him kept threatening to unlock his knee and pin his leg to the bed. Slowly, he pushed back against her latest thrust in an attempt to reposition and refortify. He'd hoped Lydia wouldn't notice; she instead moaned in pleasure and began bucking even harder into his thigh. Balthazar met her in force by rocking his leg against her, quickening her pace and her breath. Her moaning grew ever louder as she grasped at his side and pulled herself into her thrusts even harder. And then harder, faster, louder... Desperation was spilling out of her vagina as she wiped it up and down his leg. The warm stickiness flushed Balthazar's cheeks from the excitement. He reached around with both of his hands, grasping a cheek each as he pulled her into him in time with her efforts.

Lydia wailed and wheezed as she reached her peak. She violently shook on top of him as each passing crest of pleasure crashed upon the shores of her entire anatomy. Her thrusting weakened with her limbs as she collapsed upon Balthazar's scaly yet sopping wet leg. The waves still seemed to be coming, but each throb was met with less force until the orgasm was over. Rolling off of Balthazar, she had to catch herself from falling off the bed entirely; however, she was still weakened and couldn't maintain her grip. She started sliding down the side of the bed just as Balthazar reached out to lift her back onto the sheets beside him.

"Whoa, careful, lamb." Balthazar's eyes grew intense in surprise. His grip was firm; his claws were soundly pressed into her flesh.

Lydia turned from her precarious position at the edge, escaped his grip, and buried her face under his arm. She laughed exuberantly, the heat on her face betraying a love-drunk stupor. "Thanks, Balthazar. That was close," she chuckled again.

"Did you... reach your pleasure?" He still felt guilty for finishing so quickly before, and he was concerned that if she didn't climax as well that she would think of him disdainfully.

"You couldn't tell?"

"It seemed to me you did, but I can't say for sure."

"Yes, dummy, I finished." Lydia smiled contentedly.

Balthazar propped himself upon his side to face her, and he guided her to his eye level to plant a kiss on her ruddy cheek. This prompted another giggle which warmed him and made him smile. "You are perfect, little lamb. Did you know?" He practically choked on his words as his face turned rosy again. It wasn't what he'd intended to say, but "I love you" seemed too difficult still.

"Of course I know that!" Lydia cackled but then whispered, "I love you, too." She pulled Balthazar into a tight hug, his reciprocation leaving no space between them.

It was bliss.

The lovers held each other through the night. At some point, Balthazar wrapped his wings around Lydmia's body and pulled some blankets over them to combat the night air. Their still-naked bodies pressed together generated plenty of heat once under the covers. He'd never been so cozy as he quickly drifted back to sleep.