The stories did make him feel a little strange, especially the older ones. They were less exaggerated, and featuring some genuine heroism and generosity.
Hard to believe his great grandfather was such a hero. He never spoke a word about this life he had, he kept his life a secret from everyone in the family.
She exhaled softly. "Well, you bring security.. well-being.." she said. "All you really need to do is.. well, do what you did before, I suppose.. just live with us.."
He could get used to this. He spent his time slinking through the village and basking in idle worship, enjoying joyous murmurs as he sun bathed. He had fancy oils rubbed into his scales and was fed exotic foods. It was incredible for him.
Being away from him only made it worse. To feel his body coil around her again, gripping her wrists and pinning her to the bed. Hear him moan her name.