Cassandra and Sophitia

(What the Hell! I totally lost control! Dude! GET. A. GRIP.) You pause, torn between your instincts and the strange pull in your head. Then you get another whiff, stronger this time, and you're off again (WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MEEE.....).

With a final leap you arrive at your destination, landing on the roof of a stately house, your reptilian shape masked by the darkness. Below you sit two blonde (bombshells) females who you realize are the source of the desirable scent. As you watch you feel a great hunger build up within you, unlike what you are accustomed to. You don't want to eat them...what is this? (You want to fuck their brains out dumbass. Next time? We get here with my brain. Who knows how many people heard your little flight across the rooftops.) ...fuck? Fuck. Yes. That's what you would like to do to them.

Sophitia smiled as Cassandra giggled drunkenly, "You've had too much to drink, little sister."
"Only because you've had toooo little! C'mon sis! Rothion's got the kids, y've got no guests, and your fun sister has brought wine! Let your hair down!" Cassandra rose unsteadily and clumsily tried to undo the nonexistent hair ties that kept her sister on the straight and narrow. Greek wine had a reputation of being slightly hallucinogenic, Sophitia couldn't help but laugh as she fended off her sisters attempts to somehow further undo her hair.

(Hm...Well, they're both drunk but there's still two of them and we're in the middle of a village. Worth it?)