Consciousness returned slowly to Cang, filtered through layers of exhaustion and satisfaction.
The first thing he noticed was warmth. Not uncomfortable heat, just—body warmth pressed against him from multiple angles.
The second thing was a scent. Food. Cooking. Something savory and unexpectedly appetizing wafting through the cave.
'Food? Who's—?'
His eyes opened, adjusting to the dim light filtering into the cave. Evening, maybe? The angle of light suggested sunset rather than morning.
'We slept all day.'
And he moved to sit up, but—
His hand pressed into something soft.
Yielding. Warm. With a hardened peak in the center.
A breast.
"Hnnngh—" A feminine moan, husky and tired, came from beside him.
And Cang looked down to find his hand completely covering the snake woman's left breast, fingers sunk into the pale flesh, palm pressing against her nipple.
