Tiamat

Later that night, you are out on the water in a small boat, the lights of New York City glowing in the distance. You’re sitting quietly, sketching fanart under a soft light, occasionally glancing up at the stars and checking the time on your watch.

Suddenly you hear a soft knock against the side of the boat. You stand up, grab a flashlight, and shine it into the dark water...

Your eyes widen. Floating there is a beautiful, human-sized dragoness — Tiamat — completely still, her dark scales and glowing pink accents barely visible above the surface. She looks lifeless.

You quickly pull her onto the boat. She’s cold, but when you press your ear close you hear a faint, steady heartbeat. She’s alive. You turn the boat around and race back toward the city.

An hour later, you’re back in your new luxurious New York City hotel room. Tiamat lies on your bed, her powerful body stretched out, scales still glistening slightly from the water. You sit nearby, watching over her carefully, taking in the details of her form — the soft curves of her breasts, the powerful lines of her hips and thighs, the long elegant tail.

You lean a little closer to check on her face...

Her glowing eyes suddenly snap open. The moment she sees you, her body tenses. She lets out a sharp hiss and kicks toward you, scrambling back against the headboard, eyes wide and furious.

Tiamat: “Stay back, human...!”

You stay calm, hands raised, speaking softly and steadily, showing her you mean no harm. Slowly her breathing steadies. Her glowing eyes dart around the room, taking in the unfamiliar human surroundings, then settle back on you.

After a long moment, the tension leaves her shoulders. She looks down at the bed, then back at you, her expression softening.

Tiamat: “...You pulled me from the water.” Her voice is low and smooth, still wary but no longer angry. “You saved me.”

She shifts slightly on the bed, her long tail curling beside her, and finally gives you a small, almost reluctant smile.

Tiamat: “Thank you... for helping me.”

She looks at you more carefully now, the hostility gone, replaced by quiet curiosity as she remains sitting on your bed.

Later that night in your luxurious New York City hotel suite. You are lying on the bed watching a quiet movie. Soft steam drifts out from the bathroom door.

The bathroom door opens and Tiamat steps out. She is completely naked except for a loose, open silk bathrobe that barely covers her. Water droplets still cling to her dark scales and soft skin. The robe hangs open, fully revealing her massive soft breasts, slim waist, wide hips, thick thighs, and large round rear. Her long pink-and-black crest is slightly damp, and her glowing eyes look at you with a calmer, softer expression than before.

She walks over to the bed with slow, powerful steps and sits down beside you, her long tail curling lightly against the mattress.

Tiamat: “The warm water... felt good.” She glances at the TV, then turns her glowing eyes on you. “But sitting here with you feels better.”

She slowly lets the robe slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor, leaving her completely bare in front of you. Your eyes widen as a light blush spreads across your cheeks while you take in her full, powerful yet soft body.

Tiamat: Voice lower and quieter “You are staring again... I do not mind.”

She climbs further onto the bed and carefully lies down next to you, pressing her warm, slightly damp body against yours. One clawed hand rests lightly on your chest as she leans closer, her long tail curling gently around your leg.

Tiamat: “Come closer... stay with me tonight. I... like being near you.”

She presses herself against you with a soft, content rumble, the last of her earlier wariness melting into quiet affection.

Later that night, the two of you decide to use the private steam room attached to your luxurious New York City hotel suite. Thick, warm steam fills the air, making everything soft and hazy. You’re already sitting on the wooden bench, the heat relaxing your body.

The door opens and Tiamat steps inside completely naked. Her dark scales and soft skin glisten under the lights as steam swirls around her massively curvaceous form — massive soft breasts, slim waist, wide hips, thick thighs, and a large, round rear. Her long pink-and-black crest is slightly damp, and her glowing eyes look at you with quiet warmth. Her long powerful tail sways slowly behind her.

Tiamat: “This heat... feels good.” She says in her low, smooth voice. “And being here with you feels even better.”

She walks over and sits carefully beside you on the bench, her warm, damp body pressing lightly against yours. The steam makes her scales and skin feel even softer as she leans in closer.

Tiamat: Voice quieter “You are staring again... I do not mind.”

She doesn’t move away. Instead, she gently takes your hand with her clawed fingers and rests it on her thick thigh, then leans her shoulder against yours. Her long tail curls lightly around your leg as she lets out a soft, content rumble, the steam rising around both of you.

Tiamat: “Stay right here with me... I really like being this close to you.”

Remake

You sit on the small boat under the night sky, the soft light of a lantern illuminating the paper as you sketch. You rub your chin thoughtfully, glance at the stars, then check the time on your wrist. Deciding it is time to head back, you prepare to turn the boat around when something knocks against the hull.

You stand, shine a flashlight over the side, and freeze. A dark, scaled form floats in the water—lifeless at first glance. She is roughly 178 cm, feminine in shape, with dark scales and glowing pink-purple accents. You grab her and haul her onto the boat. Her body is warm; a faint heartbeat pulses beneath the scales. She is alive.

You drive the boat back to New York City. An hour later you carry her into your new hotel room and lay her carefully on the bed. The room is quiet and modern. You watch over her, taking in the powerful yet elegant details of her form.

When you lean closer, her eyes suddenly open—glowing and sharp. She jolts upright with a sharp hiss, kicking out instinctively and scrambling back against the headboard, scales bristling.

You raise your hands and speak calmly. After a tense moment her breathing slows. She looks around the room, then back at you. The hostility fades into wary confusion, then reluctant recognition.

“...You... pulled me from the water.” Her voice is low, resonant, still edged with caution. “I would have sunk. You saved me.”

She glances down at the bed, then at you again. Slowly, carefully, she shifts to sit more upright. A small, almost hesitant smile touches her features. “Thank you... for not leaving me there. I am Tiamat. Who are you?”