Page 6 of The Conquest of Medusa

She lifted her hips to help him get them off. But she still held her breath as he pressed her legs open with his large, hot palm. He slid that hand up her thigh, lightning bolts of pleasure zigzagging across the soft green flesh. Perseus carefully parted her crease with one fingertip and touched her clit. Medusa moaned, widening her legs at the unfamiliar sensation of another’s hand on her besides her own.

“You see? Not so bad after all,” he chided her. He increased the pressure, rubbing slow circles with his thumb as her hips moved against his hand. “That’s right. Relax. Enjoy it.”

Each kiss, each stroke, brought her closer to bliss. His mouth went from tender to ravenous on her breasts, the skin of her belly, and, finally, the nub his hand had been teasing. He took a long lap of it and she spasmed, hips jerking involuntarily. But then he ran his rough tongue lower to dip into her tunnel.

“Spicy,” he murmured with a low laugh. Perseus tasted her again, looking up from between her legs with a wicked grin until he coughed. And then coughed again. Then he popped up, tears streaming from his eyes. Suddenly, he ran from the chamber to the kitchen, gasping, until the coughing was replaced by violent splashing. Medusa ran to see him holding the bucket of drinking water over his head. He was frantically pouring every last drop into his mouth. “Dying!” he wheezed.

“For Zeus’s sake,” she muttered with agitation. He slammed around the kitchen, knocking over every cup and container on the shelves, looking for more liquid. “Dammit, don’t you know water will make it worse? Drink this.”

She retrieved a pitcher of goat’s milk from the cold shelf and thrust it into his hand. Perseus drank it greedily until none was left. He stood shaking at the wooden sink, panting.

“Is this a good time to say I told you so?” Medusa asked, crossing her arms to cover her nakedness. For once, she thanked Athena for her emerald skin; it would be impossible for Perseus to see her blush with miserable embarrassment.

“Don’t thay I told you tho. I don’t want to hear it. And we’re not done until I thay we’re done. Back to the bed. Now,” he ordered.

“How are you telling me what to do when you can barely talk?” she asked, holding up her palms.

He pierced her with his stare. “Ithedback to bed.”

“Fine. But whatever happens next is on you.”

Back in the bedchamber, Perseus sat on the edge of the straw-filled mattress, deep in thought. Then he snapped his fingers, his eyes lighting up, and retrieved her underwear. He held them up, indicating she should slip her feet through them, and pulled them back over her hips and ass. Then he squeezed said ass, grabbing two handfuls and rolling over so she straddled him. The full ridge of his cock arched between her thighs, and she closed her eyes briefly at how amazing that felt. She was used to giving herself pleasure with inanimate objects but none of them could compare to the hard thickness that jutted against her covered pussy.

“Can you reach release like this?” she asked as he gripped her hips and pushed her back and forth along the length of his dick.

“Probably not but I don’t care,” he said with a head shake. “I want to pleatheyou.”

“You dopleatheme,” she said with a soft laugh. His answering grin was a delight, as was the increasingly harder thrusting of his hips.

Once she was rubbing and grinding of her own accord, Perseus reached up to squeeze and pluck her nipples. They were dark and throbbing from his manipulation. His tugging on them, his quickening breath, the uneven jerking of her own hips, all suddenly sent her spiraling into an orgasm that had her crying out. She’d barely lasted five minutes.

When the cloth between them soaked with her juices, she pulled away quickly before it could seep through to hurt him. She wished she could have held off longer. Before the ebbing pleasure could give way to regrets, she kissed his mouth and then the side of his neck.

“How was that?” he asked as she nuzzled him.

“I’ll definitely write some songs in your honor,” she said with a laugh. “But before I do, we have to see about you.”

“What about me?” Perseus asked. “I’m fine.”

“That says otherwise,” she said, pointing at the cock that was still hard and darkened with need. “I’m not very skilled in the ways of pleasing a great man such as yourself but I’ll try.”

“That wasn’t flattery, was it?” He sighed.

Medusa kneeled on the bed beside his outstretched frame. He took up almost all the space with his massive muscles and long limbs. She rather liked the bed more now because he was upon it. She liked everything he’d touched just a bit more, including her own body still tender from his handling.

She wasn’t quite sure what to do next, so she let instinct be her guide, opening herself up to his signals. Perseus seemed to like it when she kissed his chest and his firm bronze nipples. He moaned when she traced the rough line of hair from his stomach to his member. It wasn’t until he looked down with surprise that she realized the snakes had awakened again and were touching him, slithering their own way across his expanse of skin. With soft darts of their tongues, they tasted him, and his breath caught sharply.

A newfound power coursed through her at his responses. And when the snakes touched his cock, the impressions and sensations were relayed back to her through symbiosis. They loved his tangy flavor, and she joined them, tonguing the tip while they licked down the shaft and the mound beneath.

“Medusa…” Perseus panted.

Immediately, she stopped and pulled the snakes away. “It’s weird, right? Too weird?”

“No. I don’t want you to stop. This is fucking great,” he exclaimed fervently.

With relief, Medusa smiled and resumed her work. Between her mouth that sucked him, and the many smaller tongues lapping and tickling every bit of him, he couldn’t withstand much more. Suddenly Perseus shouted and his hips jerked upward. When cum shot from his cock, she tasted the salt and the sweetness on her tastebuds. It was ambrosia. The very nectar of the gods. His powerful energy surged through her body, flooding her with bliss, and with a soft, strangled moan she orgasmed again without him even touching her.

Stunned and nerveless, she collapsed on top of him. She’d never felt anything like it.

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