Thick black coils wrapped themselves around your frame, golden streaks shimmering in the moonlight.

The swampy grounds of the village forest was home to Baelon, a plains garter naga who you almost had mistaken as human if not for his tail that slithered in the murky waters.

It took a mere minute before you ended up trapped in his nest of feathers and fur, with Baelon wrapping you up and declaring you his mate. Maybe you should have listened to the villagers this time.