And what an adventure it is.

If you're dreaming, there's no point in trying to logic this shit out. Plus, you're trying to avoid a recursion of the "naked at school" dream used to trouble you when you were a kid. Let's get some clothes on.

Trying not to think too hard and let your instincts guide you, you focus on getting dressed, and walk to a curtained doorway at the side of the opulent sleeping chamber you've found yourself in, flicking it aside to find yourself in a room hung with a vast display of clothes and a chest filled with jewelry. You can't help but feel a sense of smug self-satisfaction at the quality of what is clearly your hoard. Moving without thinking, you clothe yourself in a silk tunic and an ostentatious jacket with a slightly militaristic flair, nimbly slipping your wings through the flaps and holes that allow your extra limbs to fit. You put on a pair of similarly ornate pants, as well as a few rings and a gorgeous amulet with an egregiously large ruby set in gold.

Finally, you buckle a jeweled belt with a sheathed sword at your left hip. Making your way out of the chambers you found yourself when you "awoke" in this dream, you head into a well-decorated hallway, and come face to face with two of the most exotic - and sexy - women your imagination could conjure up.

They're both winged, like you, but unlike your completely scaled skin, they only show scales on the backs of their arms and their shoulders, and around their wings. Their features are human, for the most part, though exquisitely beautiful, with small horns protruding from their brows, sharp canines, and slitted yellow eyes, just like yours.

The first is as tall as you, her body a combination of outrageous curves and taut muscles. Her abs are clearly defined, her midriff bare, her breasts massive and perky, the size of her head and supported by a sort of black silken halter top that barely covers them, with her nipples clearly visible through the fabric. Around her waist she wears a similarly black silken loincloth. Her face wears a smirk, and she's balancing a massive double-headed axe over one shoulder. Her crimson hair is tied back into a topknot.

The other is wearing a robe of a deep purple, and is a bit shorter and less muscular, though there is still plenty of definition in her arms and shoulders. Her hair, also crimson, hangs down past her shoulders to brush her red-scaled wings. Her gaze is more thoughtful, her expression more measured. Her breasts are even more massive, stretching the fabric of her garment tight between the tension created by her shoulders and a golden belt above her hips.

You are suddenly aware that you've been staring intently at these gorgeous creatures' bodies and have reacted in the expected way, the massive cock you've got in this body starting to throb with desire.

The shorter woman looks you up and down, noticing your growing bulge.

"Happy to see us, brother?"