Here's a first draft of the first few Tasha scenes.
Pet Her
You [run a hand through Tasha's rust-red hair/softly brush a hand down one of the dragon-girl's delicate wings/skritch Tasha right at the base of one of her stubby horns], smiling slyly: she lets [out a little pleased coo and leans against you harder/lets her eyes slip closed, snuggling in against you/lets out a contented sigh, gently shifting in time with your small touches].
[Hug Her] // Cuteness! Overwhelming!
[Kiss Her] // Could you...?
[Tease Her] // What if you petted something more intimate?
Kiss Her
Leaning in, you let your lips brush Tasha's: she responds eagerly, pressing into the kiss. [Her delicate hands tangle in your hair/Her tail wraps gently around your waist/She shivers a little] as you [run one hand down her spine/deepen the kiss in turn/touch your forehead to hers]: when you finally separate, [her cheeks have turned a faint pink/you can feel her heart beating faster/she's breathing a little more heavily.]
[Snuggle] // You just want to hold her close.
[Embrace Closer] // You want more than just kisses.
[Tease Her] // You want to watch Tasha squirm!
Hug Her
You sweep Tasha up in your arms, squeezing her close to you: she embraces you in return, her slender arms hugging back with surprising strength. She [smiles up at you, resting her head against your chest/rests her head against your chest with a satisfied sigh/darts up to plant a kiss on your cheek, then giggles]: [her tail wags happily, a surprisingly canine bit of body language for a reptile-girl like her/her wings embrace you as well, adding to the snug comfort of the hug].
[Embrace Closer] // Hugs are nice, but you want more.
[Snuggle] // Who wouldn't want to snuggle with such a cute dragon?
Squeeze Butt
You [shamelessly grope/squeeze/cop a feel of] Tasha's cute butt, drawing [a gasp of surprise and an indignant pout/a blushing scowl/a little sigh] from the dragon-girl. Moments later, she returns the favor, [pressing a hand right in between your legs/grabbing a firm handful of your own ass/stealing a passionate kiss from you], her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. You retaliate in kind, and before long you cover each other in kiss-marks and nail welts.
When you finally get a chance to breathe again, Tasha's dress is hanging loosely from one of her shoulders, baring her small breasts. [You lost most of your own clothes somewhere along the way, leaving you in nothing but your [PC.lowerUndergarment]: you grin at Tasha, willing to concede she gave as good as she got./Your own skin presses against hers, your growing [wetness/bulge] evident in your [PC.lowerUndergarment]./You smile at your handiwork, running a finger gently across one of her exposed nipples.]
Tasha shrugs the rest of the way out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor with a sussurus of falling cloth. You don't have to look between her legs to see her arousal: her burning gaze tells you everything you need to know.
Enough foreplay.
[Doggy] // Do her from behind.
[Standing] // She's very conveniently sized for you to lift...
Step In
You press your thigh in between Tasha's legs, and the dragon-girl lets out a little gasp: [you can feel the heat of her sex even through her dress!/you grin at her, one hand already working to slip one of her dress' straps off her shoulder./then she melts in against you, grinding against your upraised thigh.] [Her hands fumble with your clothes, working as fast as they can to undress you./One of her hands slips into your pants, careful fingertips brushing against your sex./Her tail curls up into your skirt, sliding smoothly against your sex./She reciprocates, dextrous fingers slipping between your thighs, teasing just shy of your [pc.crotch].]
You kiss her lips, her chin, her neck: she wriggles against you, her dress smooth against your hands. Her hands and tail caress you together, slowly building your arousal - then she suddenly pulls away, her hands occupied with a clasp at her waist: as soon as it parts, her entire dress falls away. [Tasha grins, flaring her wings; then she beckons./She wiggles her hips with a giggle, her tail curling up to coyly hide her pussy from you./She stretches, running her hands through her hair: the everyday movement arches her back, presenting her breasts to you. She bites her lip - then her expression slides into a sly smile.]
You [toss aside everything but your PC.lowerUndergarment/take a moment to admire her body] as you advance on her: you know exactly what she wants. The only question is - on the floor, or against the wall?
[Missionary] // All these pink cushions look great for propping up a partner's ass.
[Standing] // She's very conveniently sized for you to lift...
Accept Her Touch
Tasha guides you down onto a pile of pillows, [deft hands stripping away your clothes./ her deft hands cool against your skin.] From another small pillow-pile, she produces a crystal vial filled with a dark pink liquid: ignoring your intrigued look, she pushes you back gently, encouraging you to lie down in the drift of cushions.
Pouring the pink liquid into her palms, Tasha starts to massage you: her hands wander over your midriff, down your legs, up your arms. The oil soaks into your skin, leaving a warm, tingly feeling: you can feel yourself loosening up, all the day's accumulated tension unspooling from your muscles. An entirely different sort of tension replaces it: though Tasha's hands studiously avoid your [breasts and your] groin, you still can't help but start to get [hard/wet/aroused] from her constant, gentle touches. Before long, you're panting and moaning: every layer of the oil that soaks into your skin bolsters the heat inside you.
Tasha patiently flips you over: she coats your back with the oil (fingers zig-zagging down your spine, lingering on your shoulders), then does a second layer on your front (smooth circles around your navel, careful lines along your collarbones). You let the warmth fill your mind, every inch of you glowing with pleasure.
Eternity ends with a pair of soft lips against yours: the foggy arousal sharpens, gains direction, becomes lust. Tasha smiles down at you from her seat amid the cushions, then looks pointedly at your aching sex. You think you can guess the question she's asking.
[Her On Top] // Tug her on top of you so you can feel that pretty pussy of hers.
[Get Oral] // Get her to put her mouth to use.