find a playmate

Tom might get confident from taking your virginity, and you certainly couldn’t just throw him down and take him cowgirl after leaving like that. No, he’ll have to do something to earn it, or a punishment. Either way, you’d have to wait, which isn’t going to happen right now.

You could masturbate, but that’d be a disappointing conclusion for all that build up. Plus rubbing up against rocks usually leaves embarrassing scratches.

No, you’ll just have to find some halfway intelligent weakling to **** some relief from. You’d rather not give your cherry to a stranger.

You scan the mountain for potential toys . Let’s see:

Minotaur: Definitely a bad idea
Harpy Runt: Kinda seems wrong
Beetle: hm, you’re getting hungry
Golem: Again, scratches
Drakling: Hm, dragon-kind are supposed to be intelligent.

You swoop within earshot to see if you can strike a conversation, “Hello, do you have a name?”

The lizard turns its side-facing eye towards you and blinks with a filmy, translucent lid before scuttling off. Okay, not intelligent.

“Shimmy? Did you make a friend?” An older woman, you shouldn’t call her that; she looks like she’s in her late twenties, but that’s still older than you, physically at least. She glides out from behind the rock face. Her eyes are wide with a look of wonder and her hair is long and poofy. Her lips protrude from her face like they’re already sucking on something. She’s tall and curvy; it looks like you could sink right into her soft body. Odd that you didn’t see her from above; the only place she could’ve come from in this time was a small crevice. You didn’t think it was large enough for anything humanoid, but if she was hiding somewhere that cramped, she’s probably weak enough for you to dominate.

“That would be me!” you chirp as you flutter towards your new target. “It this your pet? He’s awfully cute.”

“Thank you!” She squeals while she hugs Shimmy to her chest. The drakling sinks into her like mud. “I keep the absolute best care of him! I’m sure he has the smoothest and shiniest hide of any dragon on the mountain.” She slides out further and you get a better look at her now clearly inhuman lower half.

Lamia: the way those forked tongues flick around is exciting.

Yeah, but I hear they’re pretty tough. Even if I outsmart her and trick her into something, she has like twelve feet of tail. Time to cut losses and gracefully exit the conversation before this can get ugly. “I don’t doubt it. I could see the sun glinting off him from the sky; I just had to check it out.”

“I know what you mean.” The lamia nods excitedly, “Lots of people come around to see Shimmy,” she starts to frown from that, “Most of them are pretty mean. I think they’re jealous they aren’t as shiny. It’s their own fault! They should know proper skincare, but not a one polished even once a week. I make sure to polish Shimmy every other day! I have to keep them from taking their frustration out on poor Shimmy. I mean, is it really so wrong to be beautiful?”

“Of course not, but these other people who come by. Are you talking about the adventurers?”

The lamia pouts. “I don’t see how it’s an adventure to try to hurt my poor Shimmy. Some people are a little better. They try to give him food and stuff, but they should just feed someone else’s dragon without asking. I monitor every calorie my cute little Shimmy eats, and he only gets the best. That’s why Shimmy wont eat anything I don’t give him; he’s such a good boy!” At this, Shimmy flicks his tongue out and licks his master’s chin; she squeals in delight, “One of them even tried to put some ugly green rag around his neck. How stupid! Shimmy’s at his best when every scale sparkles in the light.”

Sounds like an echo scarf. Maybe you should tell her what they do; she’d probably love it if her pet could talk. “I’m glad to hear you keep Shimmy so safe. So, what do you do with these mean people?”

“They usually get really mean when I come out. Most of the time, I just wrap them up in my tail till they calm down and toss them out past the invisible wall.”

“Invisible wall?”

“Well, they go through just fine, but I never can. One time, one of them was so mean he tried to shoot my poor Shimmy. I was so angry, but when I went to scold him, I couldn’t get past that part. I had to take Shimmy inside where he wouldn’t get hurt; that’s not fair to him! He should be able to bask in the sun; it’s his home here!”

Okay, seems you’ve stumbled on a boss, albeit a dimwitted one. Time to really get out of here. “Well, thank you for letting me see Shimmy. It was fun, but I really got to get home. Dinner will be ready soon.”
“Oh, you’re leaving already? That’s too bad; you’re the first really friend Shimmy’s made.”

“I’m sure that’s not true; he has you, right.”

She scoffs, “I don’t count. What sort of child is best friends with his momma? No, if you’re hungry, why don’t you stay” You didn’t even notice her move before her tail started to close in around you.

You squawk as you shoot up, the tail spirals up after you. Damn, a snake shouldn’t be this fast, but it’s outpacing you. It’d be so much easier if you could just go straight up and out of range, but your evasive movements somehow keep you close. It takes all your concentration to keep your distance from the tail that you jump in surprise as you crash into pillowy softness.

“Caught you!” the lamia sings as her body retracts to the ground.