Shelter on the Shoreline

You spend the rest of the attempting to build some form of a shelter near the cool waters of the ocean, with the final result of a small shack of twigs, bark and seaweed by dusk.

Exhausted and hungry from the days efforts you can barely crawl to rest under your hastily constructed roof, through which rays of the night sky shine down upon you.

Sleep had almost claimed you when you heard it: a heavy footfall in the sand nearby.

A slow, deep voice whispers just beyond the seaweed-curtain door, "Careful now... do not wake it..."

A strange, turtle-like skinned hand, sporting only three triangular fingers, reaches through the door...

"AAARRGHHHH," you shout, slashing at the claw with your dagger! The hand curls back, bleeding drops of blue blood as the deep voice screams in pain.

You burst out of the shack, tackling your attacker blindly! A sharp pain shoots through your shoulder as it connects with a hard shell, and suddenly you are pinned to the ground by a heavy hand!

"A human...," the deep voice intones, pressing its hand harder into your back and forcing your face to the sand. "Male. Prime age... Bring him to Chief or break here?"

"Well, let'ssss jussst find out how enjoyable he issss," hissed a feminine voice, reminding you of a snake.

Your heart stops as you feel a person with cold, scaly skin straddle your lower back, a long (what you assumed to be a) tail grinding along between your buttocks. She hissed again, you could feel her hot breath as a thin, but powerful tongue toyed with your neck.