Zylia, amazon beauty

"Grrrr..." You let a deep, annoyed groan; feeling a sharp, pointy peck hitting your cheek repeatedly as you try to catch a few more minutes of sleep. Your almost 7 feet tall, well-formed, slightly tanned muscular body scattered all around your straw bedding; only a simple skimpy leopard loincloth and bra covering your privates and your excess of flesh in the chest area.

"Alright! Stop that!" You grumble with your raspy but femenine voice, the insistent tapping on your face turning unbearable "Zylia is awake. See? Awake." You yawn, opening your eyes and looking at your curious alarm with a tired frown.

"Graaah!" Loudly exclaims your baby pterodactyl pet, Kimo. You were actually the one who trained him to wake you up at the mornings, but your groggly, recently-awakened brain can't help it but be mad at him for not letting you stay on bed at least one more hour. "...Good morning." You sigh, the little dinosaur answering you with another "Graaaaah!" (That you like to think that is something nice in his own language) before flying in circles all around your little, cavey room.

You can't hide a smirk while seeing your dino-friend's energy. "Good boy." You giggle, deciding to finally get out of bed. Standing up, stretching your firm, thick limbs and tying your long, brunette hair in a comfortable, loose bun.

Suddenly, you hear your flat, toned stomach growl boomingly- Your body asking... no, demanding you to feed him. "...Zylia hungry... Let's go get some food, Kimo!"

"Graaaaahhh!"