Athena leaned into the touch, allowing Medusa to timidly clutch at her body, her hands tightening around Medusa’s trembling, oozing shaft.
She could feel the uneven rise and fall of Medusa’s breath against her ear, each ragged exhale overflowing with need and want.
Sensing the rising tension in Medusa’s body, Athena leaned in closer, her lips brushing lightly against the serpent woman’s ear as she began to murmur sweet nothings—soft, soothing words meant to calm and encourage, even as she teased her further.











