The gods had abandoned humanity many, many years ago. Leaving in silence and seemingly never returning. But you were an archaeologist, one who’d accidentally bound themselves to one of the old gods.

Cold coils wrapped around your legs and stomach, the rest of the giant coils taking up all the space on the bed around you. Clawed, calloused hands running along your back, before a heavy body rested over your own.

He was quiet and muscled, his beefy arms around your shoulders and his helmeted head resting on your shoulder. It was nearly impossible to get him to take his armor off, covering his upper body, and more armor plating the top of his long serpent flower half.