Green scales
I'm having the dream again.
My bed sinks through the floor, through a thick canopy into a dark green world where the air is so hot and humid one can barely breathe.
It settles between the roots of a massive tree, and as soon as it stands steady on the ground, the forest comes alive.
The sound is almost deafening, and in what little light that manages to pierce the massive leaves I see shadows move around me.
I'm not afraid.
Every night for the last four years, my dreams have taken me to this clearing. Every night I have sat here, admiring the moon when the weather is clear, cherished the rain on my skin when the skies open up. Never threatened, never disturbed.
Only me and the living, breathing jungle.
Now I sit there on my bed, naked, feeling the moonlight on my skin, letting the noise of the forestﾃつｴs nocturnal souls wash over me.
I think I smile, content in my freedom.
On the other side of the clearing, two yellow almond-shaped eyes are observing me.
I meet the creatures gaze.
We stay like that for a while, a silent, wordless, meaningless conversation.
The creature steps forward, I see gleaming green scales.
Another step and I see it's head, oddly humanlike, with thin lips and a small nose.
It's high cheekbones gives it an almost regal appearance.
Whatever it is, it's clearly female.
Now it's out in the moonlight, a slender woman with the skin of a green snake. A tongue, thin and pointed flash out to lick her lips and I see fangs glisten in her mouth.
I'm not afraid.
She stands right before me now, she is almost as tall as me, and our eyes are still locked to the others. I give her my hand and with a graceful movement she takes it. She sits down before me, with her legs crossed like me, like some strange, abstract reflection.
The first emotion I see in her eyes is a slight curiosity, as she reaches out and twirl my hair between her fingers.
Taking it as an invite, I reach out and touch the smooth scales on her cheek.
They are cold to the touch.
Feeling the warmth coming of my hand, her delicate hands clutch it, and I see something close to a smile on her lips as she rubs it against her cheek.
My other hand examines hers. The backs of her hands are rough, and the scales on her palms are are the color of white jade. Her long fingers end in thin black claws.
She is leaning closer and my hand travels to her shoulder and down the side of her chest.
she has no breasts or nipples, but the warmth of my hand seems to excite her.
She lets go of my hand and embraces me, seeking my warmth.
Her eyes closed, she rests her beautiful head on my shoulder, and I feel her tongue tickle my neck as she tastes my sweat and skin.
Meanwhile, my hands explore her back, And a low hiss of what I think is pleasure escapes her lips.
Her arms, slender but strong are clutching me, and her body grinding against mine awakens my lust. As my heart beats faster, I grow warmer, and she seem to grow more impatient.
I can feel my member rub against mer, and her hand reaches down and caresses it.
A moan escapes my lips, and she startles at the unfamiliar sound.
She looks up at me.
Did she hurt me?
I stroke her cheek and smile reassuringly, and she continues. I do the same for her, sliding my hand down her torso until it rests on her inner thigh.
I search until i find her slit, I explore it with my fingertips.
It's not like a human womans.
She breathes quicker, and once again she leans to me for support.
My hands moves over her thighs and down to her firm cheeks.
She is strangely light, and I lift her without trouble.
She looks at me with a mixture of wonder and excitement as I guide my erection inside her.
Is this not how her species make love?
As i penetrate her, she lets out a hiss of pain, and her claws dig into my back.
But she doesn't try to get away, the sensation of my heat inside her is new to her, It intrigues and arouses her.
I let her adjust before I once again thrust into her. Her face still shows a mixture between pain and excitement.
Ignoring the claws at my back I continue, and before long her hisses are deep again, and she wraps her long legs around me.
I turn us over and lays her on her back, pushing as deep inside her as I can, she bucks back against me, her face a mask of pleasure.
Her hand is on my neck, and she pulls me in for a kiss, her long tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, her cold breath mixes with mine.
In this state of symbiotic pleasure, she climaxes, and as she constricts around me, so do I, sending my hot load into her, provoking a second rush of pleasure.
We lie there in my bed on the jungle floor, none of us able to speak in a way the other can understand. She holds me close until morning come. I know that I will soon wake up.
I carry her to a flat rock where the rising sun can reach her, and on a second thought, I tear a strip of my white linen and ties it around her wrist, to let her know that what happened was actually real...
I go back to my bed as it starts rising, and on the way up, I contemplate this new turn my dream has taken.
I wake up in my cramped cell by the scraping sound of the guard sliding a tray through the slot in the door.
As I sit up, I can't hold back a gasp of pain as the coagulated blood tear away from the sheets.
I smile.