Medusa: Fate's Game Ch. 03

Her body was so soft. Her breasts, heavy against his lips, were supple and the most delicate texture, like silk from the East. He groaned into them, sucked her whole nipple into his mouth with force, enough to make her mewl and whimper, before easing his kiss into gentle licks around the swollen areola. Her snakeskin always surprised him with how pliable and delicate it was too, especially along her belly, gentle against his loincloth where he pulled her to him. Her labia were wet, warm, and he could feel her muscles starting to quiver when his digits grew closer to her clitoris.

Her hips pushed toward him, and he could see it when he looked up from her breast that she was aching with need. Her mouth was open, eyes half-closed, and where her snake length was now between his legs, she was rubbing her belly scales closer to him and pressing them against his thighs.

Her whole body started to tremble when his fingers slid further up her dripping folds, and found her swollen clit. She squeaked, and started to chew on her knuckle of the arm underneath her, but her other arm hugged him and pressed him tighter to her breast. He smiled into her perfect skin, buried her engorged nipple with licks, and used two fingers to catch her budding clit between them while stroking it up and down in a gentle motion. Her whimpers turned into moans, and her shivers turned into whole-body quivering as the juices on her pussy grew until they were dripping and coating his fingers and knuckles where they rubbed her.

"He's going to hear you," Darian said.

"No! Darian, you — nnh!"

He gave her nipple a tender bite, enough to make her squeak. At the same time, his soaked fingers on her clit rubbed faster, harder, until he could feel her pussy trembling with muscle spasms against his hand.

She tried to stay quiet, she really did. He could see her shake her head, and her snake hair coil on itself in denial, but when the muscle spasms came, her whimpers turned into moans. Juices flowed onto his hand, and he stopped stroking her to let her ride the waves while her pink muscles leaked more fluids onto him. He stopped suckling on her breast as well, but as he watched the gorgon cum, he gave the underside of her breast gentle kisses, and more of the same for her areola while she tried and failed to keep quiet.

"Darian, you... I'm so embarrassed," she said. She frowned at him, but the mixture of surly and orgasmic bliss was too cute, and he chuckled.

He reached down, undid the loop of his loincloth, and slid it off. At the same time, he crawled back up further along the bedroll until he was face to face with Medusa again. He put his hand into the small of her back, and pulled her against him. With her snake length between his legs, and them both on their sides facing each other, his member slid under her wrap and rested against her belly button, his balls against her drenched lips. The sensation of her soft flesh and warm juices soaking him made his heart race and his breath quicken.

"He probably did hear that, yeah." Grinning like a demon, he leaned in and started to put kisses along her collar, with his hand behind her and keeping her hips firmly against him. Medusa, despite herself, was squirming, and her leaking slit rubbed up and down along the underside of his cock. It wasn't long before her warm fluids were dripping from his testicles, and he groaned into her neck at sensation of her body's liquids coating him.

"You planned this!" She shook her head more, but her hand was still hooked behind him, caressing his hair, and her hips nudged against him in a slow, up-and-down motion that rubbed her folds against everything along the base and underside of his length.

"I did no such thing." Evil grin.

"Liar!" she said, and winced with her volume before she started whispering. "I... I think he might be looking at us. He might..."

Darian pulled his hips back, used his hand to guide his member forward, and started to press against her entrance. He only pushed in far enough to slip in the tip of his cock though, and grinned up at Medusa when she pouted down at him. She looked so torn. She wanted it, he could see it in her raised, scale eyebrows, hear it in her little mewls, and feel it in her shuddering, soaked walls.

He slipped his cock a single inch into her squeezing insides, and then pulled back out, easing the head of his member out of her, only to ease it back in. Her tight muscles exposed the glans of his shaft, and he shuddered at the powerful, blissful shocks her hot, soaked flesh sent down his length. Gods, the feel of her trembling muscles squeezing and massaging the tip of his cock, swollen, ripe, each bit of friction against her pussy filled his center with tiny waves of pleasure. He wanted to fuck her, fuck her hard, slam her down and bury himself in her — but not yet.

"What... what're you doing?" she said. They had both pulled away from each other a little, enough so they could look at each other while Darian kept his hand on her hip, and fucked the first inch of her insides.

He smiled at her, the most mischievous smile in the world, but said nothing. Easing his hips back, he slipped his cock free of her hungry body, and when he pushed forward again, the head of his shaft rubbed upward into her clit. She whimpered louder. Reaching down again, he guided it back against the tight, squeezing entrance of her canal, and pushed into her a single inch once more.

Medusa pouted at him harder. "Please... don't make me... beg."

"I thought you wanted to stop?" He pulled out of her again, and rubbed his soaked tip up and down against her drenched lips. Her folds felt amazing against his glans, and he pushed his hips forward again to run his length up against her clit until her lips were pressed to his balls once more. Warm juices renewed, drenching his testicles all the more as he rubbed himself up and down against her lips.

"But... but..."

The shy seductress. Seeing her squirm with need, trapped between arousal and embarrassment, was intoxicating. Drawing her out was normally so easy, but with the Chimera near and able to hear everything, it took extra convincing. He reached behind her again, tickled along her spine with his fingers, and pulled her close so her body was pressed flat to his at the hip, his cock flat against her pussy and their stomachs.

"I'm going to cum soon," he said into her ear.

"W-wait... wait." Frowning all the more at him, she reached down, took his length into her hands, and pointed it at her folds. She pulled her hips back to make room, and then sank herself down onto him.

He groaned as her wet muscles spread open around cock, and she squeezed him without pause on the way in. She whimpered into his own ear once she'd taken him to the base, and her drenched slit found his body. Taller than him, her body put her breasts against his neck and chest, but that only made it better. The feel of her heavy, soft breasts overwhelming his chest was like pillows of Elysium.

He grinned up at her. She was trying to frown, but sexual pleasure was ruining the expression. She was moving her hips whether she wanted to or not, and trembling between small nudges of her body toward him.

"You're so mean," she said.

"I can't help it. You're too damn cute." He took her hip in his hand again, and rolled onto his back. Medusa squeaked with the position change, and put both her hands against the ground near both sides of his head. Laying over him, her huge breasts dangled over his neck, and he leaned in to kiss them again before setting his head back down and smiling up at her.

"If... we're like this... he'll know what we're doing if he looks."

"Yeah. He will." He put both his hands on her hips, and started to rock her back and forth in a gentle rhythm. Her snake length and body was between his legs, and it made it very easy for him to push her down toward his knees, and then pull her back up toward his chest.

"But... but..."

"Here." He reached up, took her shoulders in his hands, and pulled her down so she was pressed to him. "Stay low." Then he put his hands back on her hips, and started to build a faster rhythm.

Medusa rested her head against the bedroll, several inches higher than his head, and relaxed her weight on her elbows, her breasts pressed into him and rubbing against his chest and neck. So close, he could tilt his head in, and bathe her sternum, the top of her breasts, all of it in slow, sensuous kisses.

'Staying low' was just a tease of course. He knew it, she knew it, no position was going to hide them if the Chimera wanted to watch them. But Medusa embraced it as her excuse to get into it, pushing her body against him and moaning into his ear. Moving her body with his, she squeezed on him in spurts, twisted her hips about, and pushed herself down between his legs to sink herself to the hilt. Balls deep, she hugged him tight and grinded her soaked, hot flesh onto him. Her snake length and lack of legs put her between his knees, but they had found a comfortable rhythm on her island, and they found it again. She slid up on his body until only a couple inches of him remained inside her, squeezed so tight he thought he'd burst, and she slid back down to sink him deep into her quivering insides.

He waited until she'd slid forward along him again before he reached out for her hips, and forced her down against him, hard.

She squeaked, loudly, and embraced Darian with her arms. "Darian! No... too hard... I'll—" She squeaked again. He slammed her down, hard enough for them both hear the slap of flesh against wet flesh, and enough for Medusa to moan. "Please don't, he'll—"

He did it again. Her insides felt divine, shivering around his girth and soaking him with hot fluid. Her juices dripped from his balls, and started to soak into his tunic. He couldn't stop though, he had penetrate her, skewer her, feel her insides tremble and massage his cock. Taking control, he kept a firm grip on her hips and raised her toward him, before slamming her down again. The creature in his arms gave up, collapsed against his chest, and held on. Her moans grew louder, and louder, until anyone nearby would have heard them. Her leaking juices splashed against his abdomen, and it only grew more wet when he started to thrust upward to meet her body when he pushed her down.

The gorgon clenched, her insides tightening until the warm, tingling pleasures of rising fluids started to build between his legs. Her own fluids poured, and Medusa's moans went quiet while she came around his cock.

Her silence broke when he started to fuck her, harder, faster. She was cumming, but he was still on the edge, and his body demanded release.

"D-D-D-Darian," she said between thrusts. No more sultry, deep moans; instead, her voice turned into high-pitched, loud groans. She held on, her body convulsing and shaking in spasms, and gushing her cum over his body.

He pushed her hips down again, and again. So close, on the edge of climax, he could feel the warm, tingling waves building up between his legs. The closer he got, the more sensitive everything became, and every thrust into her quivering insides sent pleasuring surges up and down his length. The girth of him swelled until he felt ready to burst, and he forced her down yet again. For just that last moment, with fluids building up inside him, he lost control, and started to slam her down against his body, desperate to reach release. The poor woman on top of him whimpered and squealed, her breasts squashed to his chest with her tightening hug. She was so soft, he felt bad being so rough with her. But he needed to fuck her, needed it like fire. Every clench of her shivering muscles on his swollen cock sent an overwhelming hunger into him, and he couldn't stop himself from bouncing her on his cock hard enough to make her breasts bounce against his chest.

When his muscles started to squeeze, and his hips bucked when his warm cum started to pour up his length, he slammed her down one last time. The beautiful creature let out a sob, but when he stopped thrusting into her, she collapsed against him, trembled while he kept her balls deep, and grinded her hips side to side on her own. Her tight insides massaged his ripe glans within her, and made each spurt of his thick cum send powerful sparks of pleasure down his length and into his thighs. He slid his hands from her hips, up onto her back, and hugged her tight while the orgasm worked through him, earning another gush of his cum, and another, until he felt the warmth of his liquids leaking out of her to join the huge mess she'd made with her own.

They held each other, panting, quivering with pleasure, and bathing in each other's glow. One of Darian's hands sneaked further up her back to find her neck, and he slipped his fingers into her snake hair to stroke the vibrating limbs. Like always, the woman melted into him when he did, and he smiled into her neck as her supple, perfect body molded against his. He sighed in bliss, and flexed his cock and hips up into her drenched insides to try and coax out the last few drops of his seed; each motion made the gorgon mewl, and milk his length with rhythmic squeezes. Wrapped in each other's arms, they continued to gently rub their bodies against each other, until Darian's girth at last started to soften.

"You were rough again," she said, and she put her weight onto her hands again to sit up a little and smile down at him. She had tears in her eyes, but her smile was huge, and before he could say anything, she leaned down toward his head and kissed him.

"Sorry. Couldn't help myself."

"I — oh!" Realization hit her. She rolled off of him, pulled her apodesme over her breasts, her chest wrap over that, and grabbed his loincloth. Frowning at him, she used his undergarment and cleaned up the mess of wetness on her body with it, before tossing it back at him. "There! Serves you right, doing that to me with Chimera so near."

He blinked at the cloth, wet, and laughed. Using the fabric, he cleaned off the mess of juices from his body as well, and tossed the cloth aside before pulling down his tunic. He looked over his shoulder to check, and sure enough, the Chimera giant was still standing watch.

"He doesn't seem to have moved."

"You... you think he didn't hear?"

"Oh I guaranteed he heard you."

Medusa blushed so hard, he could see it in the night and firelight. She turned around again, but he slid over onto her bedroll and hooked a hand around her stomach. She didn't remove it.

Holding her from behind, he leaned in and put small kisses along her neck. "I am sorry though, that was mean. But, when I see you get into it, I can't help myself. I... if I cross a line, really, be straight with me."

"I... I enjoyed it... a lot..." She caressed his fingers against her stomach. "But, I need a way to ssstop you, if I need you to stop."

"A safe word."

"Safe word?"

"Yeah." He kissed her again, slipped his thumb up to catch her caressing finger, and caressed it in return. "A word you can say that'll stop me dead in my tracks."

"Stop doesn't work?"

"Do you really want me to stop every time you say stop?"

She blushed — always so brightly — until he could feel the heat on her neck where his lips were. "No... ok, a safe word. Um... um..."

"You can tell me later, before next time," he said.

She nodded, and her snake hair started to kiss and nudge into his jaw. He turned to kiss them back, and smiled when Medusa giggled before looking over her shoulder to him.

"I'm ssso embarrassed. I... I came, and... Chimera heard it all! ... and it's your fault!"

Darian smirked at her. She may have said so, but she was smiling and blushing at the same time again; he thought he might have even seen a little mischievous grin on her lips. So he smirked at her, hugged her tight, and hid his face in her neck.

"Sorry again."

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~~Otrera~~

"Come now, dear. You were sent to guard me for when Bellerophontes arrives, yes? And that could be at any time," the queen consort said.

Stheneboea was definitely a beautiful woman, curvy, with long blond hair and a sharp, queenly chin. An older woman, but that only added flavor to her beauty. And the men she had with her didn't seem to mind at all.

The wing of the palace was well sealed off, with only the one door in, and Otrera stood at that door. She stood proud, hard, but her eyes drifted at the sight of the inside of the palace. Such a glorious, lovely palace of white marble pillars and beautiful vases depicting great epics, but also filled with delightful flowers. It all made Otrera sick, and long for her home in the woods.

She followed the guards into the queen consort's room, her personal room, where Proetus's wife could engage in whatever games she wished free from the eyes of anyone she did not wish to see. And there, the queen slipped off her cloak, her white chiton, and exposed her nudity to everyone without so much as a blush. She crawled onto her ridiculous bed of luxury, and beckoned for everyone to come join her.

The Amazon warrior was a stark contrast to the lovely queen, hard muscle, short height, long black hair, golden dark skin, and a host of scars over her body, most hidden under the leather armor she wore. The guards wore typical hoplite armor, greaves and breastplates and ridiculous helmets, but she was an Amazon, and she wore what would let her breathe battle, feel battle, and dance in its shadow. Where they weighed themselves down in bronze, her leather cuirass was custom fitted, connected to pteruges leather straps that dangled from her waist to her knees. The cuirass held a large, curved, metal band across where her right breast was hidden within the armor, and her left leg also held metal strapped to its thickest frame, as did her right forearm.

Let the idiot men don their thick, heavy body armor. What good was all that weight if you were fighting one on one? There would be no phalanx when the madness started. One-on-one combat was where Otrera shined; thus, she was the perfect body guard to a queen consort.

She was not, however, the perfect attendant to the queen's sexual adventures.

"How King Proetus lets you get away with this is beyond me," Otrera said. She knocked her spear's shaft tip against the floor a few times, and rotated her left arm that carried her bronze shield. The pain was still there, but at least it was nothing more than a dull ache now.

"Proetus is getting old, my dear. Older, and far too busy with running the city for his simple wife."

The queen chuckled, and let out a low, sultry sigh as she pulled one of the guards onto the bed. Naked, Stheneboea's large, tawny breasts bounced with her enthusiasm. She really was beautiful, and Otrera couldn't help but sneak glances her way. Amazons spent all their time with women, and sexual delights between her sisters of battle were normal. All the merrier if they'd captured a man to share. Were it different circumstances, Otrera may have joined the queen.

But circumstances were not good for a such reckless, wild abandon. Otrera had to stand guard, and try and ignore the blatant display of lust. Her eyes lingered on Stheneboea's body, the soft curves that would be unwelcome among Amazons, but that didn't mean those soft curves wouldn't have felt glorious in her fingers, under the sheets, and against her skin. Otrera shook her head to dislodge the thoughts, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but watch as the guard the queen had seduced, and another guard, and another guard again, joined Stheneboea on the bed.

Otrera was sure this snake of a woman had bewitched Proetus with more than just her charms, but it was of no concern to her. She had a mission, and Stheneboea was just a means to that end.

The thought of Bellerophontes skewered on her spear made her smile. The wait would be worth it.