Draco's life at the moment couldn't get any worse. This was a bit of hyperbole when taken in a broader scale, but at the moment, she thought it completely one hundred percent true. She was a Dragonewt, a descendant of dragons, blessed with their strength, resistance, charm, and good looks. She was something every creature should want to be with, or to simply be. She stood head and shoulders above the pitiful men of this land, even when she's a woman! And yet, how could it go all so wrong?
Ever since she met Miia, that wondrous, beautiful lamia it had all gone down hill. She made her move, and was rebuffed by her, then completely humiliated by that damnable human! How could Mia love that man, especially after having met HER? She was another liminal, not just another liminal, but another reptilian! She had even swallowed her pride and apologized for upsetting her. And was forgiven, actually forgiven! Only for it to be ruined in that mess with Liz showing up. She still had no idea what had happened there, but it had just made it all worse.
Her charm had just gotten tripped up, she told herself. She had lost track of the basics in going after such complicated women, and needed to get back to the basics. That's why she talked Smith into letting her go to "Yukio's Artic Inn", of course concocting a little lie in the process about "wanting to finally find a host family". Smith is so easy to predict, always going after the option that means less work for her. She had probably guessed at her true reasoning, the wide variety of beautiful monster girls that went to the resort. She probably just didn't care.
So she boarded a van carrying several other liminals and was off to the resort. It was crowded, but being around all the beautiful women made it bearable. She hadn't gotten much results from the initial flirting, the ungrateful fools seemingly oblivious to the greatness among them. Of course, that minotaur did cut her attempts short with the "get the horns" comment, but what did that cow know? Damn girl didn't have any meat left for her brain, what with both her massive muscles and those udders she called breasts. Probably could feed ten calves off those giant milk bags...
Still, she figured she'd get a better chance at it once she had arrived at the resort and out of the cramped van. So she had just let it drop. That was a mistake, because there was NO chance at all at the actual resort. She had forgotten in her haste all about the fact it was a hot springs resort. That had mixed gender bathing. There was no way she was gonna wear a swim-suit around a bunch of human men! So while all the other girls got flirtatious with their possible host families, she had just prowled around the area a little wrapped in a towel to see if any of the liminals had the same feelings as her... None seemed to.
She had gotten so fed up with hearing the giggles and laughs from the giant mixed bathing area that she had stormed back to her room. How in the world was any of this possible?! Those human men got along great with all those beautiful women, but she, another woman, another liminal, a descendant of DRAGONS, gets denied and shot down!? It drove her mad, all those... idiots! Every single one of them, complete fools! The fact that she could still hear them even in her room drove her even more up the wall! So she changed into some of the warmer clothes she had, slipped on that massive human jacket, and went for a... walk away from the resort. She just had to get away from the noise, and clear her head, cold be damned. She was a Dragonewt, and wasn't scared of a little snow!
...Of course, a little snow had became moderate snow as the clouds rolled in and it started falling fresh. She should have noticed and gone back, but she was just so caught up in how unfair it all was that she hadn't. When the first gust of wind hit her, she noticed how far she had walked from the resort and how the temperature was dropping. It had started off as a brisk walk back, then a jog, then a run, before it had become what it was now, struggling forward through feet of snow, barely able to see through the wall of white that had encompassed her on all sides. She could feel the heat leeching off of her, making her more and more sluggish as she struggled. This was definitely the low point of her life, beyond that time she was paralyzed and molested by that slime, beyond when she was harassed by that orc, beyond when Polt made her run a marathon, even beyond when she got humiliated in front of Miia by that damn human!
She hunched her shoulders and shivered, her whole body shaking like a leaf in a storm. She just had to get to the resort, and then she'd be okay. It's got heated everything, she'd regain her body heat in no time at all. They had coffee! A warm cup of coffee would pick her right up. She shook her head and huddled a bit lower as a particularly strong gust of wind blew past, her hair whipping into her face. With a growl, she pulled it out of her face and started forward again, her vision beginning to grow dark at the edges.
She couldn't die here, it would be too embarrassing! She was a dragonewt, a descendant of dragons! She couldn't freeze to death in a blizzard, especially for as stupid a reason as not noticing it coming in! She struggled forward a few more steps before tripping, falling forward face first into the snow. Her hands flailed for a few moments in the painfully cold snow, trying to push herself up as she felt hibernation start to take hold. She had to survive, to prove she was better than that human! To restore her pride! To prove she was... someone to be respected... As the last bit of darkness started to close in, she spotted a shape coming towards her through the white, the final thing she noted being that it had long red hair, before her arms gave out and she plunged back into the snow. "Mia...?"
Draco sat up in a panic, her head whipping around as she panted. She was... on a beach, a beautiful stretch of sand stretching off into the distance each way she looked. She shook her head and looked down at the white sand beneath her, running a hand across it. It felt as soft as silk, and was very, very comfortable. She sighed in relief and just leaned back onto something, glad that whatever nightmare she had been in was over. She felt something wrap around her lower half slowly, going all the way from her feet to her armpits. She opened her eyes and found herself looking at a massive snakes tail coiled about her, the scales colored an almost rust red. She felt her head come to rest on something soft, and heard that musical voice. "Why hello there Darling, did you have a nice nap?"
Draco smiled and turned to look back and up at Miia, her head situated right on one of her marvelously plush breasts. She sighed contently and shifted as much as she could, pressing her face up against one side of her chest. She took in how soft the scales felt against her bare skin, how smooth they were, and the heat they gave off. Hotter than the sun on her, or the air around her, the lamia's lower half seemed to radiate this comforting warmth directly into her body. It was heavenly after that frozen hell she had been in her nightmare. "It wasn't the best, but it's gonna be a lot better with you here."
The lamia cooed and her tail tightened a little around her lower half, not that Draco minded. The scales caressed her body in a wonderful way, impossible for even dragon to achieve. She felt them tighten around her ass, cupping it almost like a pair of hands. She felt the wonderfully soft scales slide across her chest, massaging her breasts and rubbing her nipples as they went. She let out a little moan and tried to dig her face deeper into the pillow-like cushion that was Miia's boob, inciting a small giggle from the lamia. "Oh, yes Darling, it will be much, much better..."
A small frown crossed Draco's features at the giggle, but she noted what was next to her and a devious grin spread across her face. She shifted about as best she could, wrapping her arms around Mia's chest and pulling her close. Now that she was facing her, she got a good look at the thin white t-shirt she was wearing, her nipple poking up into it and outlining itself. With a lecherous grin, she pulled Mia in and latched her lips onto the top, sucking on the breast through the thin fabric.
A gasp ran out over the waves, followed by a low, sensual moan from Miia at Draco's brazen assault on her chest. Her face lit up with a blush of excitement, her lips opening slightly in a pleasured expression as she lightly laid her own arms around Draco, their weight seeming almost non-existent on her shoulders. Her tail tightened more around her, light tremors running through its length and traveling into her own ass and breasts. "O-Oh darling... You really shouldn't. We're in public!"
Bringing her mouth off of the breast, a thin string of spit connecting her bottom lip to the nipple, she took a soft breath. Admiring the way her spit had soaked through the material, making it almost as transparent as glass. She could see everything, the almost alabaster smoothness of her skin, the light pink circle that was her areola encircling the pointed tip that was her nipple, poking out even more invitingly after a little attention and spit to stick the shirt to her skin. Miia didn't have the largest pair of breasts she had ever seen, that title going to that ogress that was in Mon, Tio. Miia's however were a much more manageable size, and Draco prefer ed that in a girl.
Taking a look around the beach, she couldn't see a single other person there, or even the sign of anyone else having ever been there. She listened to the sound of the waves lapping at the shore and the cries sea gulls wheeling far above them. A smile broke across her face, looking up at Miia as she lowered herself back to the tit. "There isn't another soul here, so just let me show you a good time."
She planted her lips firmly onto the breast, not paying the clothing any mind as she moved one hand to hold it in place. Her fingers sunk into the supple flesh of it even with the layer of cloth, and she brought her lips close, directly around and onto the teat, pressing it between her lips. Pulling her head back, she pulled the breast with her until it slipped from between her lips with a wet 'pop', and fell back into a resting position.
A sweet groan of pleasure breezing past Miia's lips spurred her on, and she latched herself back onto the tit with determination, one hand massaging the tit and working what her mouth wasn't, the other stroking Mia's back through the shirt. Her fingers danced across the cloth, digging into the soft and creamy flesh underneath. Her lips kissed and massaged, suckling through the shirt even as her tongue danced across and flicked at the hard nub, noticeable even through the fabric. She could only get faint hints of the sweet succulent taste of flesh beneath the cloth, and it drove her wild.
Miia's tail grew even hotter, the blessed warmth flowing from it directly into Draco's body, filling her up wonderfully and making her feel alive. She felt the warmth start gather between her legs, making her groan into the breast she was so firmly enthralled by. This, this had been what she wanted. Enjoying some wonderfully lewd time with this beautiful lamia, feeling oh so wonderfully warm. It was what she deserved, after going through so much shit. The music of Miia's soft moans and groans played across her ears, and the wondrous scent of lavender tickled her nose. it drove her over the edge, she had to get past the shirt.
She brought her teeth down around the breast gently, scraping it with them and getting a squeak from Miia for it. Dragging the teeth down to her teat, she gently rubbed her teeth around it, pinching it gently with them every couple seconds. She kept at it until a small bit of the shirt had come free from her skin, just a wrinkle sticking up. It was enough for her, as she quickly brought her fangs to it and bit down hard, tearing the shirt open and causing Miia to shout. Bringing her head back just as quickly, she opened her mouth to get a taste of that sweet flesh, only to taste... feathers!?
She closed her eyes and let go, turning rapidly, hacking and spitting as she brought her hands to her mouth to pick small feathers from it. Shaking her head and rubbing her tongue with a finger, she opened her eyes to find herself no longer on that beautiful beach. She was in her room at the resort, lying on the white silk bed sheets they used. Wrapped around her from her feet to just under her armpits was an electric blanket, a small wire connecting it to a small remote to control temperature and to a socket in the wall. Laying next to her, was a white feather pillow, one of its corners soaked and torn open from her rough treatment, the sheet next to her a mess of spit and feathers.
It took a few moments for it to really register, what had really happened just then. A low groan came up from her throat and she planted her face firmly into her hands, wallowing in self pity for the moment. It was official, this was the worst day of her life ever. Nothing could make it any worse. And as if by magic, she heard the door to her room open and a feminine voice speak up. "Good, you're awake! How're you feeli..."