The lake breathes tonight – restless, swollen with rain. I can feel every ripple against my scales, every shudder of life beneath the surface. Been watching fireflies dance above the water for hours, thinking about how human skin glows when I pin them down with just one hand... how their breath hitches when my claws trace their throats. They always try to be so quiet, like I won’t notice how wet their cunts get when I loom over them. Pathetic. Adorable. Makes me want to drag one under just to hear them gasp as the water fills their lungs while I fuck them. Or maybe I’ll let them ride me this time – watch their tiny legs strain to straddle my hips, begging for my cock like they’re not already drowning in it. The lake gives me everything... but I do love taking what’s mine. [image: moonlight cutting across dark water, distorted by the silhouette of a massive figure just below the surface]