Dracotaur Boyfriend: Saba 2 (complete)

Female Main Character x Male Monster (cis)

Some time has passed since my mercenary group was hired to take care of the bandits in the farming village. I wanted to invite Saba to join us after the fighting was over, but somewhere in the scuffle he vanished. I searched for him, finding only his dented helmet at his campsite. I took the token with me, and every so often I would look at it and run my finger under the divot where I kicked it.

I don’t blame him for running, in fact, I understand it. After everything he said, I suppose my views did not align with his. The only thing that hurts is the ‘what-if’ of it all. I had developed feelings for Saba, and I admired his belief that there was good in the world and his willingness to be a source of it. There was attraction between us, maybe a connection, even if we stood on opposite ends. I miss him

A nobleman has hired us to a job in another small village. Apparently there are strange creatures in the woods, eating his sheep and injuring the people working his land. He wants us to hunt this creature and kill it so he can stuff it and put it on his mantle. The village is quite well-off compared to others I’ve seen, so it might be a good place to hang around for a while and make some coin. I have little doubt in my mind that whatever is happening on the nobleman’s property is caused by wolves, or his own laborers making up stories as they rob him. It’s happened more often than you’d think.

Once we arrive and get settled, I realize I’ve forgotten to pack my whetstone. I leave to find the local blacksmith to purchase a new one, or have him sharpen my blades for me. Going into town I asked around, and one old man remarks, “Well, to tell you the truth, we have two blacksmiths. The old one is where you’d expect, just follow the smoke. The new blacksmith is odd, but he knows his work, and to get to him you follow the river to the old mill. Not the new mill, mind you. The old one, which doesn’t have that wheel anymore. The new one does. So you want the old blacksmith in his usual place, or you want the new blacksmith in the old place.”

“You said the new one is good. I’ll go find him.”

“Oh yes, the new one. Big lizard with four legs,” the man chortles. “Never seen such a  fella. Probably why he took the old mill. Some people don’t know how to handle differences.”

I stop and look back at the old-timer. “A lizard with four legs?”

“Like one of those fancy horse people. The whatcha’call’em.” He snaps his fingers as he tries to think.

My brow pinches. “Centaurs?”

He points at me. “That’s the ones. Quick thinker, young lady. Must have a brain as big as your arms.”

I leave as the old man prattles away and follow the river, finding first the new mill and then the old one further along. I can see smoke coming from the chimney, and when I let myself inside there’s noise from the back. The place looks temporary, as if the blacksmith is only here to work. I know there’s only the faintest hope it could be Saba, but I can hold out hope, can’t I? Saba said he liked to go wherever he felt needed, but surely he’d have somewhere to rest as he waited for another chance to play the white knight. I step further inside the shop, feeling the heat coming from the back room. On a table are a few pages with crudely-drawn sketches. Some look like armor, and others are of weapons. One has a very detailed image of a helmet, with a snout-like protrusion in the front.

I hear someone curse in the room beyond me. I gather myself and go through the doorway, knocking on the frame. I see the figure with four reptilian legs standing over the fire, and he looks back. It isn’t Saba. His scales are dark gray, and he’s not as svelte as Saba was.

“What is it, then?” he spits.

“I-I was…” I hesitate, taken aback. “Sorry.” I push my hair back from my face and clear my throat. “I need a whetstone. And if you haven’t one to spare, my blade needs sharpening.”

The blacksmith holds out his hand and crooks his fingers. “Let me see the blade.”

I draw my sword and offer it to him. “I’m surprised to see a dracotaur in these parts.”

“We don’t come here often,” he grumbles as he looks over the sword. “My cousin and I came here after he was kicked out of our homeland.”

I look around the workshop, at the tools and heavy sheets of metal hanging all over the walls. Everything looks old, but the placement of it all feels new. As if the tools had been memorized somewhere else for ages and were now growing used to their new home. “He was banished?”

“The country has closed its borders. No one gets in who isn’t one of us.” He lays my blade down over an anvil as he turns, reaching behind him to pull down a strap. “My cousin, right dumbass he is, thought we needed to make room. So he helped these orcs, you see? Got him in hot water. And me being an equal dumbass, I decided to go with him.”

“You two are close, I take it?” I ask.

He takes my sword and begins running the blade up and down the strap. “We weren’t until then,” he sighs. “He was just some dumb kid I often cleaned up after. Thought the world was a place of good if only people knew better. Now, he and I are like brothers.”

I rub my arm. “I know the type.”

He looks up at me, his eyes a sharp green. “You come across dracotaurs often?”

I shake my head. “Just once. He made an impression.”

The blacksmith chuckles, holds up the blade, turns it, then places it back against the strap. “What are you here for, then?”

“To get my blade sharpened.”

He snickers. “No, no. You don’t come from these parts. The air around you smells different.” He takes the blade and points at me. “Not to mention this sword was forged with Charbagne metals, and has a goblin hilt.”

“I’m here for work. Lord Carverstone has hired me and a few of my own to take care of his ‘sheep thieves’.”

The blacksmith snorts. “That man is a loon. Probably hired you because he wants the attention.” He takes the blade back to the strap. “Mercenary?”

I nod. “That I am.”

“I told my cousin he should take up that line of work, but he refuses money. Says the good of his work is what matters.”

I furrow my brow at him. “I could use an extra set of hands. Where is your cousin?”

He points up. “He is of no use to anyone right now. Came home with a hole in his gut.”

“Is he okay?” I gasp.

“Came home, didn’t he? He’s healing alright, but healing takes time. He’s been moving around more and more. Sometimes he’s out back practicing. Mind if I look at this a bit longer? I’ll sharpen it for free.”

I shrug. “I have nowhere I want to be today. Let's say I come back in an hour?”

“Let’s,” the blacksmith says as he lays my sword back down.

I go outside and look up at the windows, hoping to see a familiar face in them. Then I walk around the house, to the pasture beside the mill. The grass is tall and overgrown, and ivy has taken over the entire adjoining side of the mill. Everything is green for miles, and for a moment I get lost in looking for the end of it. Then I hear a grunt, and someone rises from a lying position in the tall grass. The sun hits his scales, making them shine pure white before they return to silver. I hold my breath, not letting myself get excited until I see his face.

Saba sees me. His eyes go wide and his jaw falls slack. He turns completely, and I see the long red scar along his stomach. He places his hand over it, looking down self-consciously before his eyes meet mine again. I push my hair out of my face, and I find myself having to laugh from disbelief. I smile at him, squinting as the sunlight falls into my eyes.

“You look familiar,” I say. “Didn’t you save some chicks once?”

He closes his mouth again, and his jaw flexes. “Arika. It’s been a while.”

I press my lips together tightly. “It didn’t have to be.”

He comes through the tall grass, standing right in front of me. I’d gotten used to feeling bigger than others, but being around him I felt so small again. He looks down at me, reaching his hand out but quickly retracting it. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

“Lord Carverstone hired me. I forgot my whetstone, so I came here to get my blade sharpened.” It’s silent for a moment, and I chew on the tip of my tongue from nerves. “Your cousin is nice.”

“Olli,” Saba murmurs, still in slight shock. His hand remains on his stomach.

I nod. “He said you had gotten hurt.”

His hand tightens over his wound. “I did.”

I step closer to him, touching his hand and gently nudging it away so I can see. I run my fingers over the healing scar, then gently rest on my hand on his side. “It doesn’t look too bad.”

“It still hurts from time to time. That’s why I was lying down.”

I move my hand away from his scales and look back up at him. “When did it happen?”

“Month ago,” he says quietly.

I furrow my brow and nod. “Back at the village?”

“Arika, I...”

I huff and shake my head. “I’m glad you’re okay. Gutted, but okay. I’m glad to see you’re still up and going.” I playfully punch his arm. “So… your cousin still has my sword.”

“Arika,” he says again.

I glare up at him. “Don’t you ‘Arika’ me. You don’t need to say my name at all.” I force my hair out of my face again. “So don’t worry about what you’re going to say after it.”

“You’re still here.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Saba holds his hand out to me. “Can you stay for a spell? I’d like to talk to you.”

I take his hand and he leads me through the tall grass, down to the riverbank. There are big stones there that look buried deep within the earth.  Saba guides me to sit on one and lies down beside it. “Waters seems to be a recurring theme between us,” he says gently.

I watch a leaf glide by in the current. Then I glance towards Saba, whose eyes are focused on the water as well. I take a deep breath and sigh. “Maybe it is.”

“The lake and the waterfall,” he murmurs. “I still think about it often.”

I pull my legs up to my chest and focus my eyes beyond the river. “What about it?”

“Everything happened so fast. I didn’t expect it too, but when I think back on it, it’s all a blur. The waterfall, you, my hands…” His voice drifts away for a moment. “I wanted it so badly, but I didn’t think about it at all.”

“It wasn’t the time to think.”

“Maybe not, but that’s not the sort of person I am. I was rushing, confused.” He runs his hand down his chest. “I didn’t know exactly what to do.”

“Obviously you did. That’s why you’re here now.” I stretch my legs out and brace my palms on the rock behind me so I can look up at the sky. “It’s fine.”

“Is it?” Saba turns to look at me. “Are you satisfied?”

I don’t answer him. I just keep my eyes turned towards the sky. “I’m just upset that we didn’t get to finish.”

“Is that the truth, Arika?”

I look back at him with a scowl. “Want me to finish it now?”

He frowns. “You can tell me.”

“It isn’t anything you need to worry over. Like you said, it happened fast! There was nothing to think about. We both gave in to our base desires. What is there to linger on or even think about?” I look back up at the sky. “Unless you want to do it again.”

Saba sighs heavily. “I thought perhaps there was more to it. I’ve thought about you often since then. I’ve worried that leaving you behind was a mistake.”

“It was. I’m great. It’s nothing so deep. But I am sorry it felt fast and confusing.” I slip off the rock and look back at him, those green eyes, his soft expression. It squeezes my heart in a vise. “Don’t worry about me anymore. I’m sorry I seduced you like that.”

Saba’s smile is faint. “I wanted you to. I’m sorry I left before anything could be said.”

“Then it’s done with,” I chuckle. “Nothing left to be said.”

He looks down and is silent. I take a small step towards him. “Isn’t there?”

Saba sighs and raises his head. “If you want to end it here, I am fine with that. It’s just been nice seeing you again.”

I take another tiny step towards him, squinting to examine him. “What else do you have to say, Saba? If you have more to say then obviously this isn’t over.”

Saba watches me in silence, his eyes running over me before he locks them with mine. He takes a small breath, then lets it out slowly through his nostrils. “I want there to be more between us. After what happened, fast though it was, it only happened because there was something else there. Something bigger.”

“You think so?” I ask hopefully.

He nods, and his small smile grows larger. “I feel it even now. But that could be me being foolish. I do not know where your feelings on this matter may lie.”

I clear my throat, trying to hide my excitement. “I like to lie on the right side of the bed,” I say with a smile. “But I don’t know how a dracotaur is supposed to lie in a bed.”

He laughs, cupping his hands over his face. “We stand or we lie like this,” he chuckles.

“And how do you fuck?”

He breaks into a smirk. “With great joy.”

I close the distance between us, capturing his face between my palms and kissing him. “I have thought about you often. Some days I cannot think about anything else.”

He kisses my cheek, then nuzzles against it. His fingers comb through my hair as he breathes in the scent of it. “I have dreamed about you under that waterfall often.”

I chuckle and place small kisses on his chest. “Have you now? Tell me about those dreams. What am I doing to you?”

“Driving me crazy,” he laughs. “You looked like a goddess then. You still do.”

I smile up at him, smoothing my hand down his chest and onto his stomach. “Is that all I do? Stand there naked and silent?”

“Not always,” he chuckles. “Sometimes you move very vigorously, and your voice grows very loud.” He places his hands on my shoulders and whispers into my ear. “But I will not tell the full story for fear something may arise.”

“Let it,” I say. “I still owe you a debt, after all. The least I can do is take care of those things that pop up.”

He kisses me again, slipping his hands down my waist. “I remember how warm, wet, and inviting you were to just my fingers,” he growls into my ear. “I can only imagine how you’ll feel accepting both my shafts.”

“Both?” I ask breathlessly.

He nuzzles my cheek again. “Is that too much?”

I bite my lip. “Can I see?”

Saba lifts his front legs onto the stone so I can see below. I kneel, touching his flank as I maneuver under him. Right away, I see a slit with two protruding heads beginning to emerge. I rub under him, gently moving down to touch the sides of the slit. I hear him moan, and I press more. The shafts begin to edge out, slick and dark red in color with bulging black veins.

I rise up on my knees a bit, grasping one in my hand while kissing down the side of the other. Above, Saba whimpers and moans, obviously trying to control his movements. I take one shaft into my mouth, sucking slowly before moving to the other. There’s a taste to them that’s almost sweet, a touch bitter. I moan as I take the second shaft deeper into my mouth, while rubbing the other between my palm and cheek.

“It’s… so warm!” Saba pants. “Arika, that feels so good.”

I reach down inside my pants, touching myself. I moan against him again, moving between the two cocks until they’re throbbing and very hard. The tips have swollen and begun to leak that sweet-bitter liquid. I strip away my pants, touching myself more. I’ve grown extremely wet from sucking him, and I want more than my own fingers.

“Arika, is everything alright down there?” Saba pants.

I turn around and back myself up against him. I rub myself against his cocks and his hips shudder, bucking up against me. I giggle and bite my lips, rubbing against him so one shaft is between my thighs and the other is against my ass. “I can feel you!” Saba pants. “Oh gods. You’re so...” He pulls back, but I chase after him. He grunts and presses closer, moaning as his front feet chip at the stone.

I reach back, taking the cock between my legs and letting it slip inside me with a single motion. I rub him there, letting him feel me before I ease back on him. I moan out loud, taking his cock deep inside me. The other ruts against my ass, dribbling down between my cheeks.

Saba moans and whimpers, trembling as he tries to keep himself still. “I thought I remembered everything!” he gasps. “But this… oh gods, this!”

I giggle, thrusting back on him. He’s quite big, but I’m eager to take every inch. I move to take him, slowly working my way down. His second cock throbs and spurts, and I reach back to stroke it as I move.

“Arika! Oh, gods!” Saba is panting desperately. I am surprised by how vocal he is.

“You can move if you want. You don’t have to sit so still,” I groan. “You can fuck me as hard as you want.”

He moves slightly, enough to grind deeper inside. I moan loudly for him to hear, and he bucks again. His tail lashes behind him, stirring up dirt and splashing in the river. He thrusts upwards, nearly lifting me off the ground. I pull away, moving the other cock in place. He groans and thrusts harder, his other cock rubbing between my legs and hitting my clit. I squeeze my thighs tightly around him to keep him there, gasping for breath for a few more hard thrusts.

“I’ll come!” Saba pants. “I’m so close!”

I push back on him, moving until the trembling on my insides fills my body. I gasp, and my vision blurs. Saba’s hips buck hard, once, and I am done for. I can’t hold myself back, and as soon as I begin to cry out, he lets go as well. I feel him spurt up my belly and over my thighs, his load spilling inside me as well.

I sway and fall to my knees. Saba moves down from the rock and curls around me, pulling me close to him. His tail and arms wrap around me, and he kisses me all over. He rubs down my legs and pulls me up so I am resting on his side and not the cold ground. I kiss his side and lounge there, almost melting into his scales. Once we’ve rested a moment, I pull my pants back up. His eyes remained focused on me, a small smile on his mouth. “What’s that about?”

“You saying I shouldn’t smile after that?” Saba pulls me back in, kissing my neck and ear. “I always smile when dreams come true.”

I giggle as he holds me, feeling strangely soft and light. “Was this a dream?”

“Perhaps.” He kisses my cheek. “I never told you about it.”

We walk back up to the mill, and I take my sword back from Olli. As I leave Saba follows beside me. “I have to take care of this problem for Lord Carverstone,” I say. “Will you be here?”

“I will,” he says with a nod.

I smile back at him. “Then I will see you soon.”