Kill them

You leapt up, shuddering from the tingles of intense pleasure rippling from your loins. You gasped.

"Don't be scared, the slut's into it," the large one declared.

Guess again.

Without a second thought, you lunged at them, bearing your teeth and claws. You pounced and flailed and roared and forgot yourself in the mix. A sort of primal instinct washed over your pleasure-addled mind, and that was the last thing you remembered.

When you woke up, you found yourself alone next to a dead firepit. A thin layer of red caked your scales. You didn't even want to turn around to see the mess you made.

There was a yelp. You looked up to see a couple dark-cloaked humans sprinting in the opposite direction, no doubt in fear of what they saw here. More bandits, probably.

You noticed they dropped a small box. Opening it, you saw that it was full of golden trinkets. Likely stolen from one of the caravans passing through the area, you surmised.

Anyhow, you had just acquired your first treasure. Belly full, you made your way back to your cavern to reflect on the day's events as the sun set.