Solaron grasped her arm firmly and moved it in a cutting motion. "You slash out at the wizard, lopping his arm off. He cries in pain and you stand over him. As he clutches where his arm was you warn him that his life of abuse of magic ends here or you will kill him in the future." "Wonderful" she says, "but what about after this fight? What about me and the brave night that had been accompanying me?" Solaron looks confused? "Brave knight, there was none in this story." "Of course there was, he was guiding my hand and was with me eery step of the way. Without him I would never have had this adventure, and I dare say never have fallen for him." Solaron still looks confused, "you are going to have to tell me this part of the story." She clears her throat and with a mischievous grin locks eyes with Solaron. "She leaves the body of the Wizard lying on the ground as she and the knight leave to search the castle." She walks towards Solaron forcing to walk backwards through the house. "Eventually, they find the wizards room. A large bed with soft sheets of a light purple color." Solaron bumps into a door at the end of the hall, she moves to open it and he looks into the room. A simple bedroom with wool sheets. "She grabs her knights hand and sets him down on the bed, telling him to relax and sink into the soft bed." She continues to look Solaron in the eyes as she continues the story. "With a smooth motion she reaches for he armor, carefully removing it bit by bit. Until she is down to the shirt. With a move of ease and grace she removes the shirt." She stops and looks unsure for a second, then in a somewhat hurried motion takes her shirt off, her alabaster skin glistening in the candle light. "She reaches for her knights armor carefully removing it and touching his bare skin." She reaches for his shirt and removes it and then begins to rub his underside as if searching for something. "The knights little sword is what she finds," solaron interrupts, "It is not easy to find nor is it very little." Realizing what she has in her hand she blushes in the candle light. "It needs a sheath," she says, "luckily I posses one. Let us hope your sword does not falter in this battle." Solaron stops to realize that this is his first night of passion in his life. He had always thought it would be a fellow Yuan Ti, never thought of it being a human girl. He doesn't take this thought too seriously though as he feels her warmth surround him. It feels better than he could have imagined, the books description of this kind love could never do this feeling justice. He reflexively begins to coil around her, their motions both confused and awkward. Two different species never meant to be together, their bodies completely foreign to each other. After a few minutes of struggle he begins to fall into a comfortable position his lower half wrapped around her legs her arms on his shoulders. Her sweat letting her rock back and forth inside is coils. Her movements move smoothly across his body settling into a gradually accelerating rhythm. He tightens around her, her soft skin feeling good against his scales. He reaches for her chest unfamiliar with the soft areas below her throat. She takes his hand and puts them onto her breast, panting and sweating making sporadic grunts and moans. As her movements accelerate a crescendo builds between them, he can feel something coming from within. He begins to increase his own movements in rhythm with hers. The sweat between them allows them to move faster and faster. She begins to shout louder and quicker, it feels like something is approaching between them. A beautiful moment for them to share. As the movement builds it finally reaches the crescendo, as she screams Solaron shouts “ADVENTURE!!” -- And now the revised version -- They move through the dark kitchen together, fending off imaginary enemies with the walking stick, me guiding her along with firm hands. Finally she faces down the wizard at the end of the dungeon. I reach out and grasp her arm firmly, moving her ‘blade’ in a cutting motion. “With a single swipe you lop off the wizards arm, and he falls to the floor clutching at his maimed limb. You stand over the bleeding form of your enemy, and warn him that his villainous actions end here, never again can he harm the innocent for as long as you stand watch.” I lean over and whisper in her ear “Do you understand?” I ask. “I think I do.” She says, “But what happens after the fight?” “Oh, well afterwards you take his staff of power and return it to the mayor. Without the source of his powers the wizard never again harms the innocent.” “Really,” She says, “Because that’s not the ending I’ve heard.” “Really?” -- “The ending I heard told about the brave knight as well.” “Knight?” I ask, “There isn’t any knight in this story.” I think back, trying to remember the exact wording, but I am pretty sure that there wasn’t any knight in this story. I start slithering off back to the closet to check my book, but she grabs my hand. “I, um, heard a different version of the ending from a storyteller a month ago!” She says, “Maybe I could, um, tell you?” She gives me that odd smile again. “Sure!” I say, “That should help me out a lot in future tellings.” “Okay,” She says, “Follow me.” -- “Well, uh, the knight who had traveled with me for so long, guided me and helped me through danger was weary from the long battle.” She says, pulling me along the hallway. “So before we go back to the town and collect our reward, we go to the wizard’s bedroom to rest.” “And we just leave the wizard bleeding on the floor?” I ask. “Yes, we just leave him there.” She says before continuing. “Anyway, we go down the corridor and go through the ornate doors into the personal chamber of the wizard.” She pulls open the wooden door into another room, a bedroom if I hazard a guess. Probably hers, judging by the clothes strewn in a corner. “We see the wizard’s bed, bathed in the golden light of magical lanterns, its purple sheets glimmering. Weary from our long fight, we decide to take a rest.” I yelp as she pushes me forwards onto the sheets. -- I turn back over and prop myself up on my elbows looking to her at the foot of the bed. “With the knight already waiting,” She says, “I come to join him.” She looks down at herself. “But I can hardly go to sleep in my armor, perhaps you could help me?” She takes the hem of her shirt in hand and pulls up a little. She smiles at me, and I sit there wondering what is going to happen for a long moment. She raises her eyebrows at me impatiently. “Oh! Right.” I say, slithering over to help her. I reach out to help her and she leans into my arms. Her shirt comes off first, followed by the strange contraption of cloth and wires under it. Her pants are next, falling off onto the floor. She looks over to me and smiles, as I remove the little piece of fabric on her hips. Humans are so strange, clothing over clothing under other clothing. More simple with Yuan Ti, you wear armor in battle, something ceremonial or decorative at official functions, and nothing at all other times. She stands there in the candlelight, looking at me expectantly. Humans are strange, I think to myself, hair in the oddest of places. I wave a hand to her. “Continue.” I say. -- She seems taken aback for a moment and then continues. “With her armor removed, she then comes to join her brave knight in bed, weary from their long struggle.” I nod then. Apparently I am to sleep here tonight. I roll onto my side and close my eyes, waiting for her to continue the story. Then, I feel a foot pressing on my shoulder, and am flipped onto my back again. I look up to see her standing over me, a strange expression on her face. I sniff the air, her scent has, changed somehow. Then she crouches down onto her knees and straddles me, looking into my eyes. I blink in confusion. “Is this how humans usually go to sleep?” “It is when they have a girl in their bed.” She says. I am about to voice another question when she leans forwards and plants her lips on mine, giving me a warm kiss. Oh. Oooohhhhh. -- I try to reciprocate as best I can, Yuan Ti mouth not exactly being built for this sort of thing. She leans forward and presses herself against me, warm skin feeling rather nice on my smooth scales. Eventually she breaks the kiss and leans back, smiling. She runs a hand down my side, feeling the smooth scales and rough ridges. I reach out and try to do the same for her, though I am not entirely sure where to put my hands. I try running a hand along her leg, or holding an arm, but I don’t think that’s going well. “Um,” I say, “I’m not really, I mean I haven’t…” I look at her with pleading eyes, and she smiles gently. She takes my hands in hers. “Here,” She says, pressing my palm against one of the fleshy mounds on her chest. “and here.” She guides my hand to her hip. I grip her firmly and she moans a little. I take that as a good sign before she leans in for another long kiss, my tail wrapping reflexively around one of her legs. -- Our tongues intertwine this time, and after a long moment we part again, breathing heavily. She runs her hands down me again and I gently knead her flesh in my hands, prompting another moan. At this point I’m wondering if human females are just more sensitive than I am, or if I’m doing something wrong, because while she certainly seems to be enjoying things, I’m not really feeling anything. Rebecca takes another look up and down me, then looks up to me a little embarrassed. “Sol, am I doing something wrong here?” My brow furrows. “What do you mean? I’m having fun if that’s what you’re wondering.” “It’s just that you aren’t, there isn’t any…” She gestures to my front. “What do you mean?” I ask. “Where is it?” She blurts. She gestures to the smooth scales running uninterrupted from my chin to the tip of my tail. “Something should be happening by now, unless you’re not…” She looks away. It takes a moment for me to process what she said, and I smack myself. “Oh, Yuan Ti are built a bit different down there. It’s, um, inside.” “Inside?” She asks, confused. “Yeah, inside until its, ah, needed. I mean when you’re basic method of locomotion is slithering along the ground on your belly having your important, um, bits, hanging out would get really uncomfortable really fast, I don’t know how you humans deal with it.” “So where?” She examines the smooth scales. I take her hand in mine, and guide it down to a several inch long crease in my scales. “Right, there. I know it’s probably different from what you’re used to WOAH.” I look down, having to confirm with my eyes what I just felt. True to what I thought, one of her fingers has gone inside me! Curling up just under the slit and working around. “That okay?” she asks. I am beyond words right now, so I just nod, hoping she’ll keep that up. She continues to do, whatever it is she’s doing, and a few moments later I feel a change. I feel scales shift and a moment later the cool night air is brushing against something which spends most of its time tucked neatly away out of sight. My cock slides out with a long ‘shlick’ sound, before coming to rest standing up, seeming quite eager to be used at last. She looks at it for a long moment, then back up to me. “I don’t know if it’s what you’re used to.” I say sheepishly, “I can understand if you don’t want to, oh that feels good.” My sentence devolves into a deep groan as she takes hold of me. “That answer enough?” She asks, and I nod not trusting myself to speak. She leans forward and kisses me again, before leaning back on her knees and settling down onto me. I am suddenly lost as I feel myself surrounded by something wet and warm. She evidently has much more experience at this than I do, so I let her set the pace, just lying there as she goes up and down, grinning wider than I ever have before. Eventually I trust myself to start moving again and try to rise to meet her, caressing her with my coils as I wrap myself tight around her. Her sweat is coating my scales now, so she continues to slide through my coils, going faster and faster with each moment. I can feel something going on down there, something moving inside me, a strange pressure starting to build up, finally rising to a peak as she rolls her head back and lets out a strangled moan. I hiss and moan, feeling something warm and wet running over my scales. Seemingly having lost all energy, Rebecca slips sideways off of me to curl on the bed beside me. I press myself against her and wrap her in my coils, heedless of the wet sticky fluids coating us both. I drag my forked tongue along her skin of her shoulder, tasting myself on her, something which gives me a strange feeling of pride. “So.” She says tiredly, “Better ending?” “The best.” I moan against her. “So this is what you’re supposed to do after you rescue the princess.” She thumps me over the head with a pillow, and I tighten my coils around her before drifting off to sleep. --- Story 2 --- We’re slithering along a winding dirt path through the hills, the midafternoon light falling down on us. Well, I’m slithering, my companion is walking along beside me. Her name is Kaylee, an archeologist from a local city. Two days ago she contacted me, saying that she was going to go investigate an ancient tomb which one of her scouting parties had recently uncovered, hoping to examine the site for any archeological treasures it might contain. Apparently the ruin was the burial site of two great lovers from ancient days, though sadly the details of their story had been lost to the ages. Kaylee was willing to pay for his protection services, such ruins often being home to dangerous creatures, and so not willing to go without protection. I needed the money, but I must admit that the main reason I wanted to go was to rediscover the lost tale of the two lovers. Being the first bard of the modern day to tell the story would be a great boon for me. Besides, it was a tragedy for such a story to be lost to the ages, I would not allow it to be forgotten. I was slithering along in the center of the path, whilst Kaylee stuck to the shade of the trees. I had removed my coat and thrown it over my shoulder, basking in the warm sunlight streaming down from above. “I can’t see how you can stand being in the sun so much.” Kaylee says from the side of the road. “I’d burn up.” -- “No, this is great!” I say, sweeping my arms wide. “I’ve been cooped up inside for too long, nice to get out and feel the sun on my scales.” “If you say so.” She grumbles. From what I could see Kaylee preferred to stay inside, keeping to the company of her books and scrolls. I enjoy a good read as much as the next serpent, but sometimes you just have to get out and see for yourself. Honestly, sometimes I thought they Kaylee got along better with people after they’d been dead for two hundred years. The road was not a difficult one to travel, thankfully no terrible beasts have emerged from the underbrush to lay siege to us as we go. After two days of travel we finally reach the wide mouth of the tomb. Kaylee immediately gets out her gear and starts examining the faded carvings on the entry arch, comparing them to some of her notes. Not having anything better to do, I curl up on my coils in a nice sunny spot and pull out my guitar, strumming a few experimental notes. She continues examining the carvings for a long moment, occasionally looking over at me. I sense she is a little annoyed at my continued noisemaking, so I eventually put the instrument down and read instead. -- Eventually she finishes her examination of the entryway and heads down into the ruin, me slithering hastily after her. I gently grab her arm and hold her back, her pouting at me. “Please, allow me to go first, in case there is anything dangerous down here.” “And have you trampling over priceless historical artifacts? I don’t think so get behind me.” I hold her back politely with a raised coil. “Firstly, I do not trample, I slither. Secondly, you hired me to defend you from any dangers you might find own here, so please relax and allow me to do my job.” She looks at me angrily for a few moments, but eventually my continued patient gaze makes her relent and she starts to examine one of the wall carvings, pouting slightly. -- The presence of ancient artifacts to examine seems to put her in a better mood though, and soon she is happily humming to herself as she examines a carving depicting two people embracing, translating some of the text underneath the picture. “What does it say?” I ask curiously. “Like you actually care.” She says, not looking up from her work. “But I do?” I say, a bit childishly, “Half the reason I’m here is because I want to hear the story, I’m a bard after all.” She whirls around and looks at me angrily. “So that’s it huh? My money isn’t good enough for you, you have to try and make more by running off with this story?” “No!” I say angrily, “I just think it’s a real shame that a story like this should be lost to the ages, I tell stories so that they might never be forgotten and live on in the minds and imaginations of another generation, money is nice but that’s not why I tell these tales.” She seems taken aback for a moment. “Oh.” She says quietly, before returning to the carving. -- “Well, in that case, this carving tells about how the lovers first came to meet, two weary travelers from far distant lands.” She walked along the wall, telling the story as I rested on my coils to listen. “They were each the first people that they had seen after months of wandering. Each of them had set out from their homelands in search of their destiny, having been told that their future lay far beyond their native lands. They searched for years but found nothing, so they finally set out beyond the realms of their civilizations into the untamed wild.” She stops and examines a worn piece of text. “They eventually found their way here, and met beneath the moonlight. A storm blew up around them and they fled into a nearby cave to find shelter. As the storm blew on they…” “Yes?” I ask, busily writing everything down. “They fell in love with each other and, consummated their union in the cave.” She says awkwardly, looking back at me as if expecting me to say something. I simply motion for her to continue, and she turns back to the carving. -- “After their lovemaking was done, they set up camp and began to live within the cave. When the storm had finally abated they went out into the wilderness and found a village there, and they became friends with the locals. In exchange for some exotic ornaments from their homelands, the lovers purchased some furniture and basic necessities and turned the cave where they met into a home where they lived for many years. They had seven children together of the many years of ther life, the husband working the land as a farmer and the wife singing to the villagers at celebrations, beginning a yearly festival which continues to this day.” She continued to read. “Eventually, they grew old together, and their health began to fail. They spent their sunset years in each other’s arms, until finally they passed away one night. Saddened by their loss, their children and the villagers laid them to rest in their home, where they sleep together to this day.” She looks over to me sheepishly, and I smile, slithering over to her. “That was a very nice story.” I say, “You could be a bard yourself if you put your mind to it.” “Oh, I uh, look over there another passageway!” And she is off down the tunnel, me rushing along to try and keep up. -- We pass ancient living rooms, children’s rooms, a kitchen. Finally we pass down into the very final chamber, deepest down in the earth. Kaylee shines her lamp around the room, illuminating the dark corners. In the center rises a large stone box, the size of a king sized bed at least. I slither over as Kaylee gently removes the dust with a fine brush, shining light on the carving upon the lid. On the lid we see a life-sized carving of a man and a woman embracing each other beneath the sheets of their bed, loving smiles on their lips and eyes closed in gentle slumber. “This must be…” Kaylee says reverently, “This must be where they are buried, their personal tomb. She just stands there and takes in the scene before her, examining some of the inscriptions. I run a hand gently along the carven lid, speaking in a soft voice. “Together in death as they were in life, the lovers lie forever in peaceful slumber. They hold each other tightly, love in their hearts, inseparable until the end of days.” Kaylee looks over to me, mouth hanging open. “Oh, sorry, just working on the lines for the celebration speech.” I say, shrugging. We stay down there for a few more hours, before Kaylee turns around. “Much as I hate to say it, but we should be heading back, I am going to need a full team and way more equipment than this to examine this site.” I slither up the stone stairs to the mouth of the cave, looking out with a frown on my face, Kaylee stopping to examine a carving one more time. “Looks like we’re not leaving just yet.” I say. “Why not?” Kaylee asks impatiently. “See for yourself.” She rushes over and looks out, seeing the massive thunderstorm which had blown up outside the cave. “Oh you have got to be kidding me.” -- “We are not going out into that.” I say simply. “What, the big powerful serpent is afraid of a little water?” She asks. “No, my scales take care of that, the water runs right off of me, your delicate human flesh on the other hand…” I make a tisking noise, “You will have a cold inside an hour.” She tries to push past me, but I block her with a coil. “Oh no, you hired me to protect you, even from yourself.” “Let me out of here you overgrown garden snake!” “Temper, temper. I am going to keep you in this cave if I have to wrap you in my coils to do it.” She stops pushing against me, taking a step back, looking at me aghast. “Great, now let’s get some dinner going!” I say as I slither past her deeper into the cave. Kaylee refuses to set up a cooking fire inside an ancient archeological ruin, so we eat dried meat and preserved fruit, though a modest helping of mead I have in my pack helps to warm us up in the cold cave. In fact, it might be a little too cold, Kaylee shivering a bit and trying to pull her jacket tighter around her. “Feeling alright?” I ask. “Could never stand the cold.” She says, rubbing her hands together. She shudders against the hard rock for another moment, before letting out a high pitched ‘eep!’ as I wrap my coils around her shivering form. “Feel better?” -- “It certainly does not!” She says, glaring up at me, though she relaxes into my embrace regardless. “Besides, how would this even work, you’re a reptile so this should make me colder.” “Just because I have scales doesn’t mean I can’t produce my own heat, just takes me longer is all.” I say, shifting my grip a little, “Or perhaps I’m being selfish here and hogging up all your body heat.” I say. Despite her initial protests, Kaylee never tries to break out of our embrace, and I can feel her growing warmer. Quite a bit warmer in fact. I flicker out my tongue and scent the air, grinning. “Feeling all right?” I ask, as though deeply concerned. “Just fine actually.” She says, in an almost drowsy tone of voice. “Warming up?” I ask, brushing her ankle with the tip of my tail, drawing out a little squeak. “Yes.” She blurts. The thunder outside rolls and booms, and she looks around. “Kind of, um, ironic isn’t it.” She says. -- “What do you mean?” I ask, leaning closer. “It’s just that, well, when the lovers first met there was a thunderstorm outside, and now when someone has finally set foot in their home after all these centuries, another storm blows up out of nowhere.” I nod. “As a storyteller, I can appreciate the dramatic irony. It certainly helps to build a tone.” “What tone would that be?” She says cautiously. “Romance.” I say simply, grinning at her. Just before she speaks I cut her off, “Just getting material for my act back in town.” “Oh.” She says quietly, “Of course.” She starts fidgeting in my coils after a while, looking like she is trying to say something. “What is it?” I ask eventually. “You may have noticed I’m not very good with people.” She says, “And those times that I try usually end badly, and I have always wanted something that would work out, but nothing ever seems to and now I don’t know how to make it work.” She stops for a moment, catching her breath. “I just don’t know what to do.” “And why are you telling me this?” I ask, tracing long ovals on the back of her leg with my tail. “Well, you’re a bard. So you must have, you know, with a lot of…” I smile, “Not as many as you might think.” -- “Really?” She looks surprised. “Not a lot of people see past the scales.” I say, shrugging, the movement going down my tail and moving her a bit. “I, guess I understand.” She says. “Oh?” “People always thought I was strange, foolish for caring more about the long dead than the still living, but you understand don’t you? You understand that stories have power, have meaning.” I nod. “And now here we are in the cave of the lovers. How long have I dreamt of finding this place, of finding…” “Yes?” I say, grinning, caressing a thigh with my tail. “Love.” She squeaks in a small voice. She goes on to mutter apologies and explanations, but I cut her off by turning her towards me. “Well, I can’t speak for true love, but I am right here.” I smile, inching the tip of my tail up along her leg. -- “You, you wouldn’t. I know I’m not much to look at but,” I stop her by caressing her chin, and looking into her eyes. “You have kind eyes, and a good laugh. You have helped me find this ancient place and the story it tells, and you have been good to me. Besides, like I said, not many people can see past the scales. And I know that you like me.” “How did you know I wan…” “What was that?” I ask, caressing her. “Wan, want, wanted you.” She finally spat out. I grinned, flicking out my forked tongue to caress her cheek, pushing her pants down with a coil of my tail. “I could smell it on you.” I said as the tip of my tail found something warm and wet to press into. -- She moans as I experimentally swirl the tip of my tail around inside her, little lines of fluid running down my tail, her scent flooding the cave. I slowly push deeper into her, working in short little thrusts. Now, this doesn’t in any way feel good for me, stick a finger into a bucket of warm water and you’ll get an idea, but seeing her smile and moan with pleasure as she bounces in my coils is more than enough to make me feel great. Heh, guess I always loved to make people smile. I reach down and start to undo her shirt with my hands, pushing her pants all the way off with a prodding coil. I slip a hand beneath the cloth and cup a breast, rubbing it gently. “Silly humans.” I whisper into her ear, “So many clothes, always so difficult to get you out of them, but the reward…” I slip my tail an inch further into her, making her moan again. “So worth it.” -- She finally starts to stammer out words in between helpless moans. “Pity we didn’t, oh, bring anything softer, mmh, to sleep on.” “Oh, and why is that?” I ask, in a tone of innocent curiosity. “The stone floor will, ooh, feel pretty uncomfortable on my, ah!, back.” I nuzzle her neck gently. “And who said you’re leaving my coils? I think you’re just fine where you are.” I lift her up and finally shuck the last articles of clothing off of her, before pulling her close again, caressing every inch of her I can with smooth scales. I pull her back against my chest and lift her up, turning her head to the side to give her a deep kiss, before looking into her eyes. “If you want to stop, say it now, and I will stop. No regrets, no hard feelings, just say the word.” She thinks about it for a moment, my coils perfectly still. “Go ahead,” She pulls an arm free to caress my jaw, “I’ve been wanting this for a long time, never though you would be the one to give it to me though. Never thought my fantasy would come true with someone like you.” She pulls me into another deep kiss. “Looks,” I say as I caress her with my coils once again, “can be deceiving.” -- By this point I am well and truly ready. I mean, I dare you to caress a moaning, aroused female for ten minutes, have her look into your eyes and say ‘take me’, and not be ready to go. Needless to say, my otherwise smooth front was sporting a rather obvious addition, though neither of us could see it from our current positions. I lean back a bit, bringing my lower tail up to meet her body, caressing a thigh as I go. When I finally reach my destination I look into her eyes one more time, silently asking her permission. She smiles and nods, and I press forward into a wet warmth. I groan, closing my eyes and savoring the feeling. Call me selfish, but after giving her such obvious pleasure for so long, I was damn well ready to get some in return, and I wasn’t the most considerate of her needs for the first few thrusts. After that though I slow down a lot, not wanting to end this too quickly, finding a nice rhythm that keeps her bouncing in my coils, moaning my name. We continue like that for a few long minutes, but I can sense that she is starting to get tired. Not wanting to wait until she is too dazed to enjoy herself, I pick up the pace. I can feel her getting close, but she’s being very quiet, only little strangled moans. I lean low and whisper in her ear. “Go ahead, nobody is around for miles, don’t worry about what people will think, don’t worry about what to do, just relax, and let go.” Her cries echo loudly in the tiny cave. -- I keep up the pace and a few moments later I’m moaning along with her, warm fluid running down my coils. Kaylee is lolling bonelessly in my coils, and for a moment I wonder if I hurt her, though her smile a moment later puts my worries to rest. “So,” I say, “everything you imagined?” “Oh yes.” She says tiredly. I’m feeling quite limp and content myself right now, so I lean back smoothly to rest on the floor, taking great care to ensure that no part of her ever touches the cold floor. She moves to get up, but I hold her close again. “Where do you think you’re going?” I ask. “To get you something to sleep on, the floor can’t feel good for you either.” I shift around, finding a comfortable spot. “I will manage.” I pull her close and snuggle. “Besides, you’ll keep me warm.”