She ignored the voice as well as she could and washed the conditioner from her hair. When she turned around to grab the bottle of body wash, she nearly jumped out her body.

A man—well, something like a man—stood outside the glass door of the shower. Its skin looked liked hers but was tinted green and yellow, making an interesting alligator-like blend.

His eyes were a deep, flawless emerald like that of the lake waters. She found herself instantly mesmerized.

"Rose," he called, though his face didn't move.

Had she heard that voice . . . in her head?

Rosalyn didn't feel afraid. No, she felt very calm. Peaceful, even.

He slid the glass to the side and a billow of steam rushed out of the shower. Rosalyn shivered but her feet stayed rooted to the shower. He stepped in and the stream of water drenched his smooth scalp before drizzling down the rest of his oddly muscular body.

Her eyes never strayed from his, even when he lifted a webbed hand to touch her cheek. The hand slid down to her neck and then shoulder.

"Who are you?" she asked quietly.

His green eyes dilated but he didn't speak, not verbally or into her mind.

"You were the one in the lake last night," she stated. Somehow, she just knew.

He continued to simply stare at her until she lost her will to speak again. This time he moved closer until their bodies touched. He stood a foot or so taller than her, and both had to crane their necks to see.

His webbed hand traveled down to the curve of her breast, and Rosalyn moaned. He squeezed her nipple and lowered his face to her. For whatever reason, she couldn't stop him from kissing her nor did she want him to.

Their tongues met and curled around each other, teasing. Rosalyn regained motor control and lifted a hand to the back of his neck. She felt the probing of a something hard at her center.

"Who are you?" she whispered between breathless kisses.

Her hand that wasn't touching his neck wandered down his abdomen to where his prong jutted out.

Rather than answer her, he pushed himself closer to her and, in turn, ground his cock against her mound. She moaned and attempted to grab his shaft, though her fingers was too small to wrap around its width.

Damn. No wonder she'd been sore his morning.

The being slid his hands down her hips, earning a disappointed whimper from Rosalyn. He let out a guttural noise before lifting her up and pressing her against the wet shower wall. Not even her toes could touch the floor.

His tongue continued assaulting her mouth as he leveled his cock with her entrance. She buried her fingers into his shoulders to brace herself.

Before easing into her, he traced her lower lips with his tip. Such a simple gesture sent sensational waves of bliss through her, and then he massaged her clit to top it off.

Rosalyn leaned her damp head back and let out an unrestrained moan. He moved his mouth down to her face to her neck, where he began to lick at her skin.

"Oh," she cried. "Please. Please."

Much to her displeasure, he didn't roughly insert himself inside of her. He slowly placed her back onto her feet and pushed the shower knob until the beads of warm wetness ended.

Rosalyn whined again. She was ready to get take him, over and over, until she couldn't walk or form a single coherent thought. In fact, she was openly desperate. Her body craved his in a way it had never craved anything before.

He picked her up again and held her against his chest while carrying her to the bedroom. They stared at each other's eyes as he set her down on the mattress.

Rosalyn tried to discreetly touch her pussy to see if it was still sticky with her arousal, but he hissed and swatting her hand away. Her breathing hitched. She felt herself becoming mesmerized again, able only to stare at him in expectation.

The creature pulled her to the edge of the bed and spread her legs open, so that the air brushed coolly against her gaping pussy. Rosalyn leaned up on an elbow to watch him.

Without warning, he hoisted her legs up into his shoulders and jammed his moist tongue into her. She let out a squeal and gripped the bedsheets between her curled fingers. His messy lapping was expertly performed and somehow he knew where the pressure would build fastest.

"Oh," she moaned.

His teeth gently nibbled at her nub, making her scream. Blood was surging into her swelling mound like an erotic volcano.

"Ah!"

Then he pulled his face away and Rosalyn groaned out in disappointment. She instantly felt colder again.

However, his tongue was soon replaced with something much bigger. Much, much thicker and longer.

He didn't waste a moment teasing her, but jammed himself right into her without warning. Rosalyn screamed again. Her walls were tight from lack of use and he was so much to take in that her core felt completely shredded.

Once she adjusted, he began to thrust into her slowly, going deeper and deeper. Rosalyn's hips began to grind on him to direct his dick where it would hit all the right places.

"Uh...oh...deeper," she purred. "Ohhh, faster. Oh, god."

Obliging her demands, he rocked himself into her faster and faster until she was gripping his arms where they were latched to her hips. Their skin slapped against each other in noises that make her ooze even more juice.

Her body escalated and started twitching. Finally, she convulsed violently and unraveled on his obscenely large and skilled member.

But he hadn't. So he kept going, faster and harder, jamming his cock into her like an animal. Panting, Rosalyn squeezed his arms, feeling the smooth scales and tense muscle beneath. He was so strong and wild and...feral. Knowing he wasn't human made it feel so wrong and yet she somehow found it to be an even bigger turn-on.

He abruptly pulled out of her again, just as she was starting to build up again. A disappointed whine escaped her. Her eyes took in his face, the strange humanoid features and reptilian skin. His mouth opened to project a bizarre noise, a guttural chant almost. She stared at him still, enraptured.

Unwilling to wait, he roughly lifted her and flipped her onto her belly. Then while she squealed and struggled to balance, her drew her up onto her hands and knees. Rosalyn felt her eyes widen. He climbed over her onto the bed and gripped her right shoulder with one hand. The other guided his beastly joystick into her glistening pussy.

The bed began to squeak and wail under their shifting weights, and this too stimulated her sex. He pounded into her harder and harder, his grip becoming tighter and tighter. Another orgasm rose up in her pit of her belly. The walls of her pussy squeezed as she came again with a cry of ecstasy. After another minute of the most sensational torment, he blasted her sensitive walls with his seed.

A thought briefly crossed her mind before she quickly dismissed.

Can he impregnate me?

She disregarded it though. Surely, he couldn't.

The creature pulled out of her and both collapsed onto the bed. Rosalyn rolled onto her back, her tits pointing straight up at the ceiling. She could see how hard her pink little nipples were. As if noticing her observation, he reached over and grasped a tit, squeezing it.

She snuggled closer to him and felt assurance at the coolness of his scales. Perhaps he didn't get hot...or perhaps he simply hadn't been worked enough. Rosalyn snickered at the idea.