A bandit camp

After some exploring around the area, you found yourself overlooking a small clearing. The smell of burning meat drew you, and smoke rose from a bonfire surrounded by several tents. What looked like a goat was being cooked over the fire.

You licked your lips, and jumped down into the clearing, stealthily diving behind the tents.

Some humans were enjoying a bout of laughter inside the tent, so you crept past it into and near the fire.

The smell was overpowering. You got down on four legs and took a big bite, your dragon teeth effortlessly ripping into the flesh.

It was delicious.

You buried your dragon snout in the meat, surrendering your senses to the meal.

A riotous feeling of pleasure raced from your loins and shook you to the core as you took yet another bite. You buried your face further in the meat as the feeling intensified. You were shaking, barely keeping yourself from falling into the flames—not as if they would harm you—as an indescribable warmth domineered your body.

You arched backward, tail flagging high, and released a deep moan—

And it felt like something was inside of you, fiddling with your–

A thunderbolt of pleasure raced from your tail to head, and you collapsed.

As your head lay in the embers, you shuddered. What was in this meat?

"And that, my friends, is how you finger a lizard."

What?