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Neither says anything for a moment as they merely stare into each other. Both of them move their faces closer until their lips are almost touching. Suddenly, they are in the Oasis once more.

Medusa looks at Psyche, confused. “Why are we here?”

Psyche shrugs her shoulders and looks somewhat sheepish, “I… I know touch can be overwhelming for you right now so I had the thought that maybe if I kiss you here - and I mean really kiss you- that it would be easier for you?”

Medusa is shocked at the level of consideration but quickly offers Psyche a warm smile. “That’s one of the kindest things anyone has ever done for me. You’re absolutely right. It has been a complete overload for my system. However, and I mean this sincerely. With you, I want to feel everything. Fully.”

Psyche smiles and squeezes her hand. Then they are back in the cabin. Medusa on the bed, Psyche standing there between her legs. Their lips meet almost immediately and Psyche’s lips open for Medusa, where it’s reciprocated. When their tongues meet, Medusa moans. Psyche pushes down to deepen the kiss, one hand on either side of Medusa’s cheek. Medusa’s hands circle around Psyche’s waist and caress her back. When Psyche’s lips trail down Medusa’s neck, shivers erupt down her spine, sending a shockwave throughout Medusa’s Has she felt truly adored like this?

Psyche pulls her head back and halts the kiss. Medusa looks up at her curiously as Psyche reaches for the hood.

Medusa’s eyes go wide with surprise and Psyche continues, still fiddling with the hood, “May I?”

Medusa nods slowly, remembering how Psyche had been unharmed in the baths when Medusa’s hood had been ripped off. She is afraid to even breathe wrong because this moment is both entirely too perfect and terrifying.

Psyche gently pushes the hood back, and it falls slowly. The serpents slither slowly but are still lulled into a daze by merely being in Psyche’s presence. She runs her hands up the back of Medusa’s neck and once again tilts her head up to her. When their lips touch again, they devour each other with fervor, and Medusa consumes the feeling. Psyche grasps the hem of Medusa’s tunic and lifts it over her head, breaking the kiss only when necessary.

Once her tunic is on the floor, Psyche straddles Medusa. Her core is molten with desire for the goddess in her lap.

Medusa’s hands roam up Psyche’s thighs and then cup her behind, squeezing. Psyche raises her arms behind her head. One hand removes the clip from her hair and Psyche’s raven locks come cascading down around her shoulder, stirring up her scent of jasmine. Medusa’s other hand goes to the back of Psyche’s neck and undoes the clasp holding her dress together, causing it to fall down, the silk fabric pooling at her waist.

This time when they kiss, it is slow and tender as their hands explore each other. Medusa sighs into the kiss as Psyche’s touch skims all over, gently bumping over Medusa’s scales and sliding across her skin. Then, Psyche kisses Medusa’s cheek, and her jaw, until she lands on the spot where her neck meets her ear, and Medusa moans again. With every stroke of Psyche’s tongue comes waves of pleasure.

Psyche’s kisses make their way down to her shoulder, and then to her sternum as her left hand cups Medusa’s left breast and her thumb slightly grazes over Medusa’s nipple. The sensation is overwhelming but wonderful, and her breathing kicks up a notch. All hesitations and thoughts are gone from Medusa’s mind as the kisses make their way to her right breast and then Psyche’s lips are on her right nipple while her left thumb still has the other as an ecstatic hostage.

Psyche’s tongue gently flicks over Medusa’s nipple, and she closes her eyes, leaning into every sensation fully as it continues to fuel the inferno between her thighs. The pleasure is coming in waves that are timed to the rhythm of Psyche’s tongue. Before Medusa can stop herself, an orgasm comes crashing over her. Psyche holds her tight as she continues to pull the climax from Medusa.

As the pleasure subsides, Psyche moves back up to Medusa’s lips and takes her mouth for another deep kiss. Medusa’s eager response is all the indication Psyche needs to continue. She breaks the kiss and stands up, grabbing a pillow from the bed. Psyche plops it on the floor in front of Medusa unceremoniously and then before Medusa can process what is happening, Psyche is on her knees between Medusa’s legs, using the pillow as a cushion.

Psyche doesn’t say a word, just stares into Medusa’s eyes as she trails her fingers from each knee, up both inner thighs, until they are resting on her waistband. Psyche pauses again, another opportunity for Medusa to make sure she wants to do this. She does and nods her head yes again.

Medusa leans back onto her elbows and lifts her hips so Psyche can remove her pants. Once they are on the floor, Psyche stands back up and leans down, and kisses Medusa. As she is trailing kisses down Medusa’s neck and collarbone, she lingers over Medusa’s scales, kissing them tenderly. With her heart pounding in her chest, uncertainty makes its way into Medusa’s mind. Shame churns her stomach while a goddess is up close and personal with Medusa’s flaws and imperfections.

Psyche is on her knees between Medusa’s legs. Medusa watches Psyche’s every move, waiting for the inevitable disgust at Medusa’s reptilian form. It never comes and tears threaten to fall from Medusa. A day when someone looks at her in her current monstrous state and still wants her is something Medusa imagined would happen in her wildest dreams. Psyche puts a hand on Medusa’s thigh and with the other hand lightly traces up and down between Medusa’s legs using the tip of a finger. The touch is so delicate, but it sends shivers across Medusa’s body. When it’s almost too much to bear, through hooded eyes she meets Psyche’s gaze as the goddess takes the same torturous finger and puts it in her mouth to wet it. Psyche’s dark eyes continue piercing through every part of Medusa’s being as she inserts her finger inside of her.

Medusa moans and throws her head back as Psyche tenderly slides her finger in and out. Medusa writhes her hips in rhythm with Psyche’s movements. Psyche removes her finger and brings it to her lips once more, and moans when she tastes Medusa. A second finger goes in her mouth and then she is at Medusa’s entrance with both fingers, which slip in readily and begin their work, driving Medusa mad. Her heart feels like it is pounding out of her chest and it peppers her skin with goosebumps. Her hips are rocking in time with Psyche’s sensual torment, and Medusa feels close to shattering again. Medusa whimpers as she nears the edge and Psyche’s thumb is on her clit causing the world explodes into ecstasy.

Medusa closes her eyes and soars as her body finishes riding the high of the orgasm. When she opens them again, Psyche climbs into the bed to lie alongside her. Medusa rolls over onto her side and kisses Psyche deeply, planning to reciprocate the pleasure, but Psyche stops Medusa, taking her hand.

“There will be so many opportunities for that. I just want to lie here and be with you for a while, is that alright?”

More than happy to spend the rest of the night near Psyche and bathe in her closeness, Medusa nods and moves to lie properly in the bed, pulling Psyche’s hand to join her. Psyche settles in, putting her head on her shoulder as Medusa wraps her arm around her.

Medusa cups Psyche’s cheek and draws her into a sweet, soft kiss that deepens into something soul-shattering.

They lie there wrapped in each other’s embrace, Medusa twining her fingers through Psyche’s hair until they fall asleep.

29

MEDUSA

They have made swift progress, according to Psyche, as she returns from conferring with the captain. Until the source of Nicodemus’s animosity toward Medusa is revealed, she wants to remain out of his sight.

Medusa sits on the deck with Psyche and they watch the waves slap against the hull of the boat. Iris, the first mate, approaches them.

Iris looks in their twenties with shoulder-length dark hair that has the slightest wave to it which they wear tied back with a cord. Their piercing blue eyes are kind when they speak. “Just wanted to give you both a heads up. We will be at The Siren Strait in just under an hour at our current speeds.”

The Strait fascinated Medusa when she was growing up. Countless hours of free time were spent in the library learning about the devastatingly alluring, wicked vicious beings. Entire ships were lost without a single sailor remaining.

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