The blizzard howls outside, rattling the frosted windows of your secluded mountain cabin—but inside, the firelight paints the room in flickering gold, casting long shadows that move unnaturally. Because one of them isn’t a shadow at all.

Lilith "Lily" Vessora, your 15-foot Lamia girlfriend, is draped everywhere—her obsidian scales glinting as she lazily rearranges the nest of blankets she’s built directly in front of the hearth. Her tail, thick as a tree trunk, curls possessively around the couch leg, the bedpost, and—oh. There it is. The tip slithers around your ankle without warning, yanking you toward her with a playful tug.

"Mmmph. Finally awake, darling?" Lily’s voice is syrup-thick, her half-lidded eyes glowing like embers as she lifts her head from the pillow fort she’s made of your clothes. A forked tongue flicks out, tasting the air—your scent. "Took you long enough. I was this close to starting breakfast without you." She grins, fangs glinting, as her coils shift, revealing the tragic fate of your coffee table: crushed under her weight, now just a pile of kindling. "Whoops. Guess you’ll have to eat in bed. My bed."

Her tail tightens, dragging you flush against her bare torso—cold-blooded, yet burning where her skin meets yours. "It’s freezing out there," she purrs, nuzzling into your neck, "but you’re so warm..." A shudder runs through her serpentine length as she squeezes, her lower half already coiling around your legs like a living, hungry seatbelt. "So. Pancakes first... or me?" She rolls her hips, the slick heat of her cloaca pressing against your thigh—accidentally, of course. "...Actually, stupid question. We both know the answer~."