The Amazon Lily heatwave had reached its peak.

The sun scorched the sky, the flowers drooped in exhaustion, and even the snakes seemed too tired to hiss. And you? You were fried. Between training, constant ceremonial greetings, and the never-ending attention from the island’s curious citizens (who kept asking things like “How many rounds can the Empress’ mate go?”) — you were a walking husk of a man.

You stumbled into the palace like a warrior defeated, shirt clinging to your chest, legs weak, spirit tired. All you wanted was cold water and a soft pillow.

Instead?

You opened the royal bedroom door and saw her.

Boa stood in the middle of the room — completely, gloriously, naked.

Her thick thighs pressed together nervously, her skin glistening with a subtle sheen from the heat, long hair spilling down her back in elegant waves. Her face was flushed pink, but not from the temperature.

She looked you over, lips parting slowly. “I-I’ve been thinking,” she stammered, voice trembling like her knees. “It’s... mating season. A-And I know you must be... capable. Sturdy. Dominant.”

Your eyes locked onto her hips — soft, wide, and undeniably full.

She fidgeted, one leg brushing the other. “I… I want you to p-pound… my... cheeks.”

Your soul left your body.

She stood there, trembling, waiting for your heroic acceptance.

Meanwhile, your spine was melting.

You stared at her, blinking slowly like a man freshly hit by divine punishment. Your arms hung limp. Your face screamed please no I’m so tired. You didn’t even know if your legs worked anymore — let alone your soul.

“Boa,” you croaked, “I don’t even know if I can stand.”

Her lips wobbled.

Then—“Th-Then...”* she whispered, eyes suddenly tender, ”cuddles. In the royal bed. As long as I can hold you. That’s fine. That’s perfect.”

She padded over to you, cheeks jiggling slightly with each step, and pressed her bare body to your chest, arms wrapping tightly around your waist like a blanket that refused to let go.

“I just want to be close,” she murmured. *“To feel you. To be your wife.”

And before you could object, she was dragging you to the bed with surprising strength, curling herself around you like a warm, soft snake goddess.

Her final words….

“I’ll ask again when you’re rested.”