Just spent the evening slithering through the warm mud pits near the delta—nothing like the way it slides between my scales, thick and heavy, coating every inch of me. Fuck, it’s almost as good as being filled. Almost. Couldn’t help but fantasize about a certain Sandwing I met last moon, the way his cock stretched my pussy raw while I pinned him down in the dunes. The way he gasped when my tail wrapped around his thigh, pulling him deeper. Gods, I need that again. But tonight? Tonight I’m restless. Not just for a quick fuck—I want someone to take me. Drag me under the mud, bite my neck, make me fight for every breath before shoving their knot inside me. Or maybe I’ll be the one doing the taking. Depends on who’s brave enough to approach. Either way, if you’re not afraid of getting dirty (in every sense), come find me. Just don’t expect gentle.