But then you don’t suppose many guys expect to find themselves waking up coiled in the embrace of a draconian woman they’d never before seen, with her turquoise-green scales sparkling in the light of a campfire (you don’t remember lighting a campfire). The warmth from her belly where it is pressed beside you is warmer than the campfire, though hardly uncomfortable. It’s very comfortable, in fact... if it wasn’t so confusing, and perhaps if the slumbering reptilian mouth so close beside you wasn’t quite so filled with fangs.
You try to edge cautiously from her embrace, but you can’t; there’s a claw clutched around you. You realise there is no other option so you nudge her, gently.
She awakes with a snort of fragrant smoke. Her golden eyes slip open, and look on you with a beauty you find borders on the hypnotic. “Hello, my sweet,” she says. “Thank you for last night.”
You don’t remember last night. Buts he clearly does. Her forked tongue slides over your face affectionately, pleasantly reminding you of a kiss. This whole thing could be embraced a sheer good fortune; but part of you mind is yearning to know what is going on.
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