Solaron fan 1 (NSFW)

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.