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A Moment's Respite

The job was done.

Vyse looked over at his gear. At the smooth and air-tight black case sitting next to his tent, knowing full well what it contained. What it meant for him, and what it had meant for his most recent client.

He looked away. Not smiling, but not frowning either. He wasn't here to think about that, and so he wouldn't. The dragon-wolf hybrid had grown very good at that. At disconnecting. In his line of work, it was the only sensible course of action.

Instead, he thought of where he was. The beautiful beach laid out before him, tucked away in a cove miles away from the nearest little fishing village. The ruined castle to the North, tucked away on the edge of a cliff that numbered its remaining years before it too was claimed by the sea. The ocean itself, calm but with waves rolling and breaking upon the beach, adding their noise to the cawing of sea-birds and the more melodious chirping of landward varieties amidst the rustling, grass clad sand dunes. It was at the edge of the dunes where Vyse had made camp, taking today and the night that was now drawing in as time for himself. Time to unwind following his most recent job, and to relax and enjoy himself a little before he inevitably began to seek out the next one.

A gentle breeze ran across the beach as Vyse hopped down onto it, clawed feet digging into the dry sand, still warm from the day's sunlight but no longer anything close to scorching hot. It cooled his bare body, clothes discarded inside the tent. He had been here for hours already and not a soul had wandered past. Even if they did, he was a good half mile off the nearest dirt path leading to this little bay. And even if someone did see him... well, he wasn't worried. A little bashful at the thought of course, his face flushing slightly at the very idea. But not worried.

Vyse walked towards the sea, murmuring softly in recognition as the sand transitioned from dry and loose to more firm, then taking on a definite coolness and dampness until finally he felt the sea-water itself lapping at his toes. He stepped further forward, out until he was about ankle deep even without the tidal surge adding another few inches to that height, and paused again. Took the time to take in the scene. To feel the ocean around his legs and feel the peace, the calm, the nature all around him.

And of course, to enjoy his freedom. His exposure.

Again, Vyse blushed slightly as by way of his own thoughts he was reminded of his nudity. He wasn't ashamed of any part of his body, the flesh and blood majority or indeed the cybernetic components which comprised the majority of his right arm. But, he was still a part of the world's society, and as a generalisation that society did tend to include... clothes. And thus, to be out in public without those clothes had a certain thrill to it. A certain degree of excitement which wasn't just fulfilling, but enthralling. Arousing, even.

He reached down with his left hand, and for just a moment the hybrid male fondled his pale skinned, bluish tipped shaft. He had been hard for quite some time, and indeed had started to feel the creeping thrall of arousal from the moment he first crawled naked from his tent and stood up straight in the early evening moonlight. Only now though did he act upon that physiological impulse. He looked around, just taking one last scan of the perimeter with military precision to ensure that no-one was observing or approaching with the ability to do so. Then, with the area clear, he more firmly took a hold of his cock and began gently to stroke himself. To masturbate, and enjoy the beautiful scenery laid out before him as he rubbed at his cock and allowed pleasure to wash over him.

For almost twenty minutes Vyse stood there in the shallows of the ocean, feeling his toes sinking into the sand as the water moved and shifted it around beneath him even as other feelings began to rise and flow more freely. He didn't hold back, but by the same token he didn't push or rush himself. He masturbated as much or as little, as slow or as rapidly as his body demanded in that individual moment, varying pace, speed and technique until his shaft was dripping, until his scaled fingertips were glistening with his liquid arousal, and even his strong, steady legs were having trouble remaining sturdy against the growing onslaught of pleasure.

Then, as if it was the easiest thing in the world... and it most definitely wasn't... he stopped. He released his cock, and after a little while longer standing in the ocean shuddering and panting and feeling himself sliding back from the brink, Vyse began to wander back up the beach and towards the dunes.

Soon he found himself laid out on one of the soft grassy banks nearby his tent, peering up at the moon and star-lit sky unpolluted by any man-made light sources for miles around. For a little while he just lay there, cock occasionally twitching and dribbling a small amount of pre-cum onto his grey scaled belly but untouched for the most part. Again he relaxed. Again he indulged in the starry sky, considering its endlessness and the freedom that would be offered to someone who could fly between them, answering to no-one. His wings fluttered, stretched out either side of him, and he chuckled. Perhaps that was a little too ambitious a goal, even for someone as dedicated as him.

Still, there were other ways to fly. Other ways to touch the heavens.

Vyse chuckled to himself, and moaned happily as he wrapped his hand around his shaft once more. He looked down at it, at the tip of his cock protruding from the fingers wrapped around its length, and shivered happily as he began to stroke. As he watched fresh, new trickles of pre-cum beginning to ooze from his tip while new, intense waves of pleasure were surging through him once more. He tore his gaze away from his own body and its obvious, intense arousal however, and continued to indulge both that and his stargazing impulses at once. He tried to walk the line between allowing his pleasure to run wild and free, while also continuing to revel in the peace and calm of staring up at the night's sky. It wasn't an easy line, and indeed there were moments when Vyse was certain that he found himself drifting one way too far or the other, either consumed by brief periods of frenzied and thoughtless masturbation or caught up in the allure of the sky above, only for his body to beg him to continue masturbating even though he hadn't even realised that his paw had fallen still.

After a while though, as Vyse felt the pleasure of every stroke growing more intense and found himself no longer having to work quite so feverishly to drive himself closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, he managed to find something akin to that balance. He stroked slowly but firmly, and with each cresting surge of pleasure the hybrid male found himself allowing his mind to soar elsewhere into the skies above. To fly high, sometimes amongst the stars and other times over the beach upon which he now lay. His mind was adrift, and more and more his body was beginning to feel as though it was ready to join him. To rise up, to float away on a vast tide of pure elation.

A tide that was now swelling. A tide that was rushing towards him more and more rapidly.

Vyse tried to stay focused on relaxing, an oxymoron that was doomed to failure from the start, but as his orgasm rushed ever closer and he found himself unwilling to slow or cease the motion of his hand this time around, he instead opted for the easiest of all methods in that moment. He wanted to relax. He wanted to forget the rest of the world and focus only on the here and now, the feelings and the joys offered to him by these brief moments of respite.

And what better way to free himself from all his worries and frustrations, than to indulge himself to the absolute extremes his body craved.

He stopped thinking about the sky. About space. About the beach and the ocean and how far removed he was from his normal day to day livelihood and life.

Indeed, he practically stopped thinking altogether as the pleasure overwhelmed him, and instead just let the inevitable crash over him like a tidal wave.

He arched his back, his wings flared and beat against the ground beneath them. The fingers of his cybernetic hand dug down into the earth beneath him, and with a loud, shameless roar that echoed off the cliffs surrounding the cove rich ribbons of seed began to launch themselves from Vyse's straining cock as he clutched and squeezed and stroked it rapidly, lashing his chest and the ground either side of him while he roared and howled in sightless, unabashed euphoria.

When he was done, Vyse almost expected to look up and find himself surrounded by people. People watching. Judging him. Perhaps here to arrest him, or otherwise punish him for his actions. He opened his eyes almost ruefully in expectation, and when all that met him was the peaceful night's sky, then as he sat up the gently rustling grassy dunes, the pale moonlit beach and the glowing, flowing ocean beyond... he shuddered in relief.

He moaned again, even though his cock was spent and his orgasm complete, and as he wiped off his sticky hand upon the grass beneath him, he fell back down onto his back upon the dunes.

He had only asked for a moment's respite. Only hoped for a brief instant of peace.

But... if he could manage longer, a few hours, or perhaps even a whole night... god, that would really be something.

He chuckled to himself wearily, playfully tracing one clawed finger of his flesh and blood arm through the streaks and small puddles of cum which had pooled on his scaled torso. He smiled, and let his imagination run wild once more.

He imagined just staying here. Not just for a few hours. Not just for a night... but forever.

Lying on this beach. Fishing. Sunbathing. Jerking off at the drop of a hat.

He knew he couldn't stay. Couldn't live here undetected forever. But... gosh, it was a pleasant thought.

As for the last of his longings, he might have been spent right now, but if he really was going to stay here all night...

The hybrid male felt himself blushing, and though he was too exhausted and sensitive to possibly follow through his cock twitched in excitement at the idea of another round in the near future.

He closed his eyes, smiling to himself. Soon. He'd give himself another round, another chance to experience all that pleasure here in this beautiful, peaceful spot, really soon.

Less than a minute later though, still lying naked on the grassy dunes a mere ten or fifteen metres away from his tent, torso still streaked with cum and cock still half hard, twitching every so often as a gentle breeze washed over him, Vyse was snoring. Fast asleep, and enjoying more... indulging without a care in much, much more than just a _moment's_respite.

By Jeeves

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