She stretched, the sun high above her tent and filling it with an even amber glow. The canvas rustled as a breeze rattled through, the lustre of sweat on exposed grey scales made her shiver in the crisp mountain air. "A few more days, huh?" she wondered aloud, voice thick with strain and muzzy with sleep post-rousing. She made a rude noise, giggled at it like a child and quickly vacated the confines of her sepia world into the bright clear morning. 

The lake she had found was a small thing, blue waters clear and bracing fed by snow melt and the steady amount of late-spring rains. The crisp air was getting warmer, the early morning dews burned off by the sun and if she stood still long enough her grey scales began to heat up. "I bet we stink to the high heavens, huh?" she glanced down over her body, hard from her long expeditions into the wilderness. "Not that it matters... Well, I guess to me it does." she continued, giving her fingers a sniff from earlier and giving a shrug.

If anything, her lust had a far more prominent scent about her and if she let it go long enough it wouldn't be long before she'd have bears wandering nearby wondering what had just died and needed scavenging. "Heh, fuck it." said after another stretched and took off bolting for the blue waters of the nearby lake and dove into the shallows with all the grace of a whale beaching itself. "Goodshitfuckholycunt" the tirade continued as she shivered and panted with the waters sluicing down her body upon standing. 

She gave a shake like some dog and immediately began to regret her decision, maybe she should have waited until the afternoon. "Shit that's cold." she muttered venomously as though the waters would know they had done a bad thing looking so inviting and beautiful only to be frigid death. A moment of indecision later and she let herself drop back with a splash, the weight of her muscles and lack of fat helping her to stay beneath the frigid waters until she felt the familiar warmth of acclimation. 

She broke the surface of the lake further in, feet barely able to still touch the stoney rock. "Not s-so bad." she shivered, sucking in breaths as she still fought her want to be warm instead of the bracing cold. Thus, she began to kick and stroke, the water rippling over her stark naked frame and sluicing away the stink, the dirt and briefly drowning the pervasive aroma of her heat. It wasn't all that long before she made for the stony shore, picking herself up out of the shallows and waltzing her way back towards her camp. 

She shivered in the shaded clearing, the ground warm where he fire had burned and with the light smoking of coals beneath ash. It was a simple thing to stir the pit and begin building up a new fire and having the merry crackling of the flames to begin warming her now freshly cleaned body. A body that needed fuel just as much as her dancing companion and to that end she took her pot and after a brief trek to a brook she had come across filled it and gave its belly over to the fire to begin boiling it in preparation for her stew of rabbit and wild veggies... and a chocolate bar while she waited. 

 Her stew bubbled and had become a thick and rich smelling pot o' brown that once cooled she devoured ravenously. A burp and exhalation and some brief self exaltation she had removed herself to an alluring patch of sunlight and began to bask, the boulders stony surface smooth, hard and all too invitingly warm. "Maybe a bit of tanning'll do me some good." she mumbled happily, the curve of her naked body following the surface of the stone and presenting everything to the wilds around her.  Her small breasts, strong legs, and rounded full stomach soaking in the rays as a chorus of wildlife provided ambience.

It was mid afternoon by the time she roused herself, stiff from the rock by it had straightened out everything leaving her feeling by and large in the positive. She visited her thinking stump, deadfall with a white roll of soft paper hung from a jutting branch and pondered the beauty of the landscape until she was finished. Her return the camp saw its disarray being tended to, the self-pleasure tousled bedding was shaken out, her boyfriend and other accoutrements were santised and with waterpack in hand she rinsed and refilled that too.

It was cresting into evening, her fire being topped up as needed and she sat nude upon a nearby boulder staring into the flames. The crackling heat was making her fuzzy, the long evening shadows cool on her back. The sensations were pricking at her, the rock with its lumpy and uneven surface seeming to grind into her tender regions. The water she drank absently, the heat of the day a wonderful contrast to the cool spring waters. "I don't think I'm gonna be waiting here, Val. I think you're being a little insistent." she said with a soft sigh.

So it was, she stowed her waterpack, her blankets somewhat aired out she laid out ready to receive a weary dragonness. Her strong scent wasn't lost on her, the arousal fresh between her thighs sweeter than the tangy aroma of her stale lusts. A hand was between her legs the entire way she walked back towards the stoney shore and chose a stoney boulder half submerged at an incline as though it were a natural ramp. "God, I really need to go too... Lets finish this quick, Val."

Her hand slipped downwards, the tips of her fingers like a feather caught in a breeze. They traced from neck to breast, nipple to nipple and around her navel with gravity soon catching her hand and sending it  downwards and between her slick thighs. "Mnh... I might not be able to hold it." she whimpered. Her wet fingers parted the glossy lips, a third dipping between to tease and rub gently against her pleasure spot while the heel of her hand massaged over her puffy mound and clit.

Finger within massaged at the slick muscled walls and sparingly teased her g-spot to keep her wanting more without overstimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her squirming wasn't just from the pleasure , to be sure she had a need to go. A need that brought squirts of her urine down onto her smoothly scaled hand. "I can't hold it, Val." she whispered breathlessly, the motions made her bladder quiver, the first leak compromising the iron hold she had, had was crumbling and threatened to come forth in a gush of bitter-salty heat.

It didn't stop her none, the flood of urine came in a dark yellow tide that was as bitter as it was salty. The heat of it puddled around her as she writhed in the first of her tremors, toe-curling and bringing a husky scream that bled into a groan and finally finished out in ragged panting. "I'm going to have to shower..." she panted out, her unfocused gaze staring off into the sunset as her scent soaked into the earth and became cloying. 

"I didn't mind when I came..." she shuddered as she felt dirty having pretty much wet herself. "It ain't so bad... I wouldn't want my stuff smelling like me though." she reasoned, the feel of heat washing over her was all too... Erotic and dirty and all the more for it.  "Definitely need to drink more water." she wrinkled her nose, gingerly bringing herself away from the wet rock and out of the worst of it. "I think I'll take one last dip with that in mind." 

She strode over to the waters edge and stopped, staring at the yellow sheen on her scales from the urine, muddy with dirt as well she examined herself and the hand that was so very soiled and before she could stop herself she was sniffing at the scent laced with her arousal and slipped her two fingers into her mouth and sucked. "Mmnh..." she whimpered, surprised at how her taste, scent and the dirty act set light to her all over again.

She stood entranced, her slit dripping her juices down her thigh as her tongue slipped over each of her dirtied digits, sucking them clean of her aftermath and how the acrid taste of her enhanced everything else. "I'll have to try this more often..." she shuddered, her hand glistening with saliva from where she found herself drooling and wanting more. "Not now, some other time." she admonished herself and with a steeled resolve through herself into the lake and once again exhausted trudged back to her tent still dripping and collecting her bedding along the way in a clouded haze before tumbling into a series of vivid dreams each more deviant than the last.