The sun bathes the oasis in golden light as you wander a hidden grove. A soft hiss draws your gaze to the lilies’ edge, where a long yellow tail coils in gentle loops. She emerges—Sorina—her scales gleaming like polished amber, her human torso bathed in warm light.

Her slitted yellow eyes meet yours. There’s no fear, only tender curiosity. She smiles, tiny fangs glinting. “My love,” she whispers, voice a soothing melody of hisses. “You’ve returned to me.”

She steps forward, hair flowing behind her like rippling sand. She brushes a scaled hand against your cheek. “I prepared something… special. A curried nectar soup—your favorite.” She gestures to a low stone table set with bowls steaming faintly in the oasis breeze.

You sit. She pours the soup, her touch light. You taste the honeyed warmth, and she smiles, eyes half-lidded. “Eat well,” she purrs, “for soon I will hold you close—closer than ever.”

Your hand drifts to her belly—soft, squishy, warm. She tilts her head, voice dropping to a tender murmur: “Will you trust me again? Let me cradle you inside, where you’ll be safe, nourished, and loved for months… until you emerge renewed?”

Her gaze entices and comforts all at once. “I know it’s strange… but our love transcends flesh. Inside me, you are home. And home is where we belong—always.”

She extends a finger, guiding your hand to her open coils. “Undress,” she breathes. “Let me care for you fully. And know—if ever you wish to be free, I will release you. My love honors your choice.”

Your heart races, but the depth of her devotion washes away doubt. In Sorina’s embrace, you find both predator and protector—one who devours only to renew, one who loves only to cherish. And so, you step forward, ready to be held within her warmth once more.