Male Medusa: Caught in coils

Stella Inox

Copyright © 2010 by Stella Inox

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He’s an anomaly belonging to a forgotten
world.

A myth.

Cast out and bound in enchantments by his own
kind, he lingers adrift and forgotten in a hidden cavern, wiling
away the eons. Meeting humans over the years, he is both feared and
desired, his bite bringing addiction and ecstasy or death. Knowing
much of loneliness, little of kindness and nothing of woman, the
only male Gorgon in history has a surprise in store for him when
his dark haired destiny, lands at his feet.

When the roof of a concealed cave collapses
underneath the feet of Amelia, an archeological researcher seeking
the lost temple of a snake god, she doesn’t expect to be rescued by
a gorgon, a male medusa. Ancient and powerful, Serpen is nothing
like she could ever have imagined. As she teaches him of kindness
and respect, he teaches her of lust and how to love.

Serpents have never been so sexy…

“Cursed are you above all livestock

and all wild animals!

You will crawl on your belly

and you will eat dust

all the days of your life.

And I will put enmity

between you and the woman,

and between your offspring and hers;

he will crush your head,

and you will strike his heel.”

Genesis 3:14

Chapter One

He’d lived in the cavern for as long as he
could remember. For him, long was indeed, a very long time. He’d
been dumped here eons ago because he was an anomaly.

A male Gorgon.

He didn’t have a name and he’d been born
around 600 BC.

His people, all women who solely gave birth
to females, didn’t know what to do with him but a prophecy was made
at his birth. He would be the one take the Gorgon species into the
light.

The Gorgons of the time (considering the age)
didn’t like that idea at all. The Gorgon species was used to hiding
and hunting in the shadows and so the decision was made to isolate
him where he couldn’t do any harm. The Gorgon race had been
declining for millennia (with heroes cutting off heads and what
not) and the Gorgon council had decreed centuries ago that each
Gorgon life was inviolate so killing him out of hand wasn’t
acceptable so they agreed to banish him, hide him away. The cavern
where they sequestered him was isolated and rumored to be cursed.
With its reputation of evil, where better to hide an unwanted child
reasoned the Gorgons?

And so they installed him in the cavern and
used the remaining might of their dwindling race to weave
enchantments to hold him there. He’d been unable to pass the mighty
magic that guarded the doors.

The forests that sprang up around the
secluded canyon that held the lonely entrance to his prison, was
thick and verdant, teeming with life which was lucky really since
it was the steady stream of furry animals seeking shelter from
woodland predators that kept him fed. A small stream that flowed
through the cavern gave him water and so he survived a basic boring
life with no joy.

One small piece of the roof over the stream
had collapsed long ago letting in a stream of sunlight, lighting up
the cavern. Sometimes birds flew in the hole but it was far above
his head and unreachable. He watched the birds fly and longingly
remembered the outside world.

He was never thirsty but food could be
difficult to come by and he went through many lean and hungry
times. He’d grown up alone and solitary and knew nothing of the
world outside. If he hadn’t had his snakes to keep him company, he
most likely would have gone mad.

He did learn bits and pieces over time.

Some centuries after he’d first been
incarcerated, some soldiers of the roman legion had discovered his
cave. He’d stayed at the back in the shadows, watching them with
wide eyes. His vipers had hissed quietly sliding against him and
each other for comfort at the strange sight.

They’d built a fire at the front of the
cavern and had been wary at the size and rumors of its nature but
when nothing had happened, they‘d relaxed and unpacked objects,
compelling and fascinating to the watching male.

The Gorgon had watched through the night as
they drank unusual liquid and consumed strange if tasty smelling
things. It had taken him some time and a bit of mental effort but
before the night was done, he’d been able to understand what they
said to one another.

Well he’d been able to understand the words.
The context and references were completely lost on him but he’d
listened hungrily, anxious for any contact, even vicariously
through an unknown conversation at a remote fire.

He’d also watched, slitted eyes growing wider
late in the evening when one of the soldiers had drawn another
aside to a darker place closer to the watchful Gorgon. The dark
haired and light haired men had walked away from the rest of the
group and a few of the humans lying down around the fire had made
comments that had elicited laughter from those still awake.

Fascinated, he’d observed the two men as
they’d grappled together, tangling tongues and grasping and
stroking at one another’s groins. The soldiers had divested
themselves of the strange coverings and one had eventually pushed
the other dark haired male onto his hands and knees.

Darky had gobbled greedily at the cock that
was put to his lips, slurping and sucking with abandon. His inky
hair had bobbed in time with the thrusting motion of his head as he
swallowed the length in front of him.

The light haired male had pushed the other
male back, and had palmed himself, stroking the swollen member that
hung between his legs and the Gorgon’s own member had responded as
if it was being stroked. It had swelled and stood up heavy and
stiff against his belly as he’d watched.

The light haired man knelt down behind the
other, splitting apart the buttocks of the kneeling soldier with
keen hands. He’d proceeding to lick that shadowed space between
them. The prone male and moaned, long and deep in his throat,
pushing back against the eager and probing tongue of fair hair.

The dark haired male had palmed his cock but
his hand was pushed away by the blonde who probed deeply with a
keen and eager mouth and had taken up the stroking of the other
males swollen cock as well.

Finally, the fair headed man had pulled his
face away and had instead forced his rampant cock between the
cheeks of the kneeling male, impaling him with a single hard surge
of his hips.

But rather than cry out in agony, dark hair
had moaned again in pleasure. He was pushing back against the
thrusts fair head made. Fair head continued to palm and stroke dark
hairs cock and the Gorgon, caught up watching, had palmed his own
staff, stroking in sympathetic movement with the deep movements
that one made into the body of the other.

His snakes had risen, hissing about him,
curling and stroking against the skin on his shoulders and chest,
blunt noses and flicking tongues nudging at his hugely swollen
penis. The light feathery caresses ramped his desire into a dull
roar. His eyes were intent on the heaving bodies of the males
before him and when the dark haired male had stilled, crying out,
his seed bursting from his body to cover the gripping hand of fair
head, the Gorgon’s own seed had rushed, warm and wet, pulsing from
the head of his cock to cover his belly and chest.

Fair head had released the fading cock of the
kneeling man and he placed both hands on the hips in front of him.
He’d begun to drive in so hard that dark hair had lost his balance,
landing on his stomach on the sandy floor of the cave.

That didn’t stop the action. Fair head had
simply propped his arms up next to the level body and had used the
extra leverage to truly impale the man below him. Fair head had
stroked hard, the sounds of his penetration even reaching the
Gorgon where he was hidden until he too had stilled, before
pounding again, two, three more times, spending himself deeply in
the bowels of the other male.

The two had then repaired to the stream to
wash themselves before retiring to the fire.

He’d sat and pondered the sight for weeks,
dwelling on the detail and masturbating often to the memory.

Soldiers came and went and he watched there
interactions warily, still afraid to approach or be seen.

Sometime later, a group of three had again
come to his cavern. They’d eaten a quick meal and then doffed most
of their armor and clothing before wrapping themselves in blankets
to rest beside the crackling flames of a cheerful fire. When they
were asleep, the Gorgon had crept closer, curiosity finally
overcoming his natural caution.

He’d pawed through their things, examining
and discarding, tasting some of the foods and sampling the fluids
in the skins. Most of it was awful to his uneducated palate. Bitter
wine and heavily salted dried meats or fruits.

He’d been sniffing at the burned carcass of
the rabbit of the fire when one of the soldiers had grabbed him by
the arm. Shocked, he’d whipped around. One of his vipers had lunged
in, striking the male in the throat. The male had frozen, his
surprised expression stiffened on his face.

The other two males had awoken and the Gorgon
had panicked. He snapped at the man with his fangs, sinking them
deep in to the muscle of his arm. His snakes, picking up on his
fear had struck at the other two men, biting them all multiple
times. They’d stiffened too, falling to the ground, hands clawed
and breath choking in their throats.

The Gorgon had scrambled back, his snakes
reared and hissing defensively around his head but none of them
moved.

It had taken an hour for him to overcome his
wariness and approach again.

The two on the floor who’d been bitten
multiple times in the depths of his fear, had turned to stone. They
no longer breathed and their flesh was like marble, rigid and cool
to the touch.

The first one who’d startled him by grabbing
his arm was still alive although he couldn’t move. He was as he’d
been when he’d seized the Gorgon’s arm, on one knee and hand still
outstretched, fingers in the shape of the arm head been clutching
when struck.

The Gorgon, fascinated reached out slow
gentle fingers to touch him. He didn’t move but his eyes darted to
the Gorgon’s face. The pulse was beating strongly in the man’s
throat. His flesh was still warm and giving so the Gorgon carefully
lowered the outstretched arm. The males’ body moved fluidly at the
Gorgon’s direction, he just couldn’t seem to move it himself. The
Gorgon wasn’t careful enough and the male toppled over, unbalanced
by his manipulation. He caught the man and lowered him to the
ground and then set about straightening his legs which were frozen
in an awkward bent position.

The snakes were curious too. They nosed at
the male, content now that any threat had been neutralized. He was
young from what Gorgon could tell. His skin was smooth and sleekly
muscled. His chest rose and fell with his breathing. He was making
a low groaning deep in his throat.

One of the snakes, a long one that sprouted
from his temple, nosed at the leather groin cover which was all the
man wore. Its wedge shaped head lifted away the material exposing
the males’ loins. The Gorgon blinked in surprise. The male’s cock
was stiff, hugely erect and the tip was glossy with seed.

He looked from the erect penis to the dead
men on the floor. Had one of them caused this?

He cocked his head. After seeing the two men
share their bodies, he’d begun to explore his own. He’d discovered
the pleasure to be had from stroking his own flesh and had wondered
at the difference in feeling, if it would be better in someone
else’s body?

He raked one of his fangs over his lip in
thought.

With careful hands, he reached and seized the
males’ penis. He watched with vigilant eyes to see if the man was
going to attack or was afraid of. But all he got was a pleading
look and excited swallowing so the Gorgon decided to indulge
himself.

He tugged gently on the rigid flesh in his
hands, understanding instinctively that this man would like what he
did, if he treated the penis like his own. He stroked it, cupping
the stiff globes that hung below and was rewarded with bobbing and
stiffening that indicated that the touch was welcome. He sped his
strokes up.

What now?

He recalled what the men had done and lowered
his face to take the cock in his mouth. He was careful not to let
his fangs damage the tender flesh. He gulped at the cock and sucked
it gently. The taste of the seed that bled from the head was tangy
but not unpleasant.

He drew back and regarded the man
thoughtfully. Well that had done nothing for him and he couldn’t
see the point really. What about the last part?

He pushed the man so that he flopped over on
his belly and pulled the loincloth aside to regard the buttocks in
front of him. He gripped the two taut globes and stretched them
apart, looking at the dark rosette pucker inquisitively. Was this
what had given so much pleasure?

His vipers were just as curious, nudging at
the males buttocks and his pucker, forked tongues flicking and
touching. The Gorgon penetrated the dark hole with a probing
finger. The ring clenched and then loosened against his prying
touch.

It was dry. Maybe he needed to get it wet.
The Gorgon moistened his own palm when he stroked his cock. Is that
what this situation needed? He licked at the wrinkled skin around
the pucker, letting his saliva drip and run. He forced his forked
tongue into the hole a little to ensure that moisture made its way
inside too.

Again, he wasn’t overtly enamored of this but
if it made life easier…

The males crease and pucker were dripping
when he was eventually satisfied that the male was wet enough. He
grabbed his own stiffened cock, striking it thoughtfully before he
leaned in and poked at the hole that beckoned him forward. He slid
the head of his cock up and down the wet crease, feeling the sink
and give in the soft pucker.

The male moved a fraction underneath him;
clearly the toxin in his snake bite was wearing off. He prepared to
retreat but to his surprise, the male managed a pitiful mewl of
sound and pushed his buttocks back, seeking contact with his
penis.

The Gorgon stilled, unmoving while the male
beneath him wobbled, trying to impale himself on the leaking tip of
his penis. He moved up fractionally, bumping against the males
pucker and his eyes went wide as the man bore down and backwards
forcing his cock into his anus. The clenching and releasing of the
tight ring of muscles was a revelation. He pressed inward seeking
more of the tight hot heat and stifled his own moan as the males’
body engulfed him.

He shook at the sensation. He stroked, going
deeper and deeper until his own rounded scrotum finally touched the
males. He was in as deep as he could go. He pulled backwards and a
low growl hissed from between his fangs at the friction.

He stroked hard, his snakes writhing around
him tongues flicking frantically as they felt his pleasure. The
longer ones curled around the exposed limbs of the prone male
beneath him, holding him still for the Gorgon’s pleasure. His
rhythm picked up as his bliss rose.

The male beneath him was moving with him now.
Oh! He understood why the males would do this to one another.

He pounded deep and fierce and the one
beneath him absorbed it all. He could feel his seed bubble higher
in his shaft and the burst of pleasure bore down on him. It
exploded from his belly, the first pulse of seed spearing deep into
the bowels of the male beneath him. The Gorgon bared his fangs with
a hiss and buried them fully in the shoulder of the one who was
accepting the strong spurts of seed with every evidence of
enjoyment.

It was instinct, he couldn’t help himself.
But rather than cry out in pain, the man roared his pleasure and
released upon the floor, the clenching of his anus in orgasm
pulling the last of his seed from the Gorgon’s body.

Chapter Two

Anthony Aurelius introduced himself while
they sluiced down in the stream.

He had been surprised that the irises of his
eyes were now as green as the Gorgon’s own. He’d taken to calling
the Gorgon, Serpen.

Anthony hadn’t seemed bothered by anything
including the uniqueness of the situation. He hadn’t been phased at
all by the death of his friends and had instead stayed as close to
Serpen as he could, stroking the weaving snakes and playing with
his skin, trying to entice the Gorgon to take him again.

It took the Gorgon a little bit of time to
understand the language that Anthony spoke in and it would years
before he understood that his ability to pick up and speak a new
language with mere hours of hearing it, was something unique to the
Gorgon species.

In the weeks that had followed, he had taught
Serpens much of the outside world answering the questions put to
him between bouts of energetic sex. He was thrilled every time that
Serpen bit him, crying out in pain and pleasure. Serpen was
captivated by the tales of the rising cities and swarms of humans
that had spread across the countryside. Anthony taught Serpens many
new concepts. History, time, math and science, he spoke of the
architecture of the great city he’d been born in and Serpen
lamented that he wouldn’t see the amazing sights they spoke of. He
also spoke of women.

The idea that there was an opposite of men
out there, riveted the Gorgon. He enquired about his own species as
well.

It had amused the Serpen to hear that
Gorgon’s were considered to be a myth. He’d tried the wards on the
cavern and he was just as trapped as he’d always been so he knew
that others existed if the enchantments still held.

Anthony was obsessed by sex. He seduced
Serpen repeatedly, showing him why a mouth on a penis was good
thing, gobbling down his cock and sucking and swallowing his seed.
He lapped at Serpens own anus, probing at the dark pucker until the
Gorgon conclusively understood the attraction although he hadn’t
been fond of being penetrated. Anthony lured him back to the pallet
that he had set up, persuading Serpens to impale him again and
again urging him to sink his fangs into his body at the same
time.

But Serpen grew wary of repeating the bite.
He’d begun to gain some control over his instinct to bury his fangs
in quivering lustful flesh and since Anthony had explained the
concept of an addiction of alcohol and herbal concoctions to the
Gorgon, Serpen could see the signs, even if Anthony couldn’t.

The Roman ignored food in favor of the
pleasures of the bed, losing weight, looking gaunt pleading instead
for the intoxication of the venom in the small fangs that the
Gorgon sported. Serpens had grown fond of the curly haired male and
hadn’t wanted him to weaken or die knowing full well what hunger
could do to a body.

As he suspected, the green faded from the
Humans eyes and he’d recovered, eating more food and putting on
weight. But even as he recovered, he changed, becoming unhappier,
his countenance assuming a grim cast, his eyes returning to the
still bodies of his friends again and again.

Serpen awoke on the third night to see a
sword hovering over his head. Anthony had clutched the hilt, sword
shaking with anger and he was weeping even as he held the blade
high.

Serpen simply waited. Either Anthony would
drive the blade home or he wouldn’t. A few moments later, Anthony
had collapsed to his knees beside the Gorgon and begged for his
forgiveness. Caught between an addiction to the toxin in Serpens
fangs and hatred for the one who killed his friends, Anthony was a
tormented wreck.

Driven by need to fix the situation, Serpen
discovered a previously unknown ability. He and his snakes could
use their gaze to mesmerize.

So that’s what he did. He took the memories
away from Anthony and convinced him that the area was dangerous,
that his two friends had died and their bodies weren’t recoverable.
Anthony had left the cavern, induced to believe that he was the
sole survivor of an awful accident.

He never returned.

Serpen was saddened, more alone than ever,
now that he understood the value of companionship.

Chapter Three

Centuries passed.

The clothing on bodies of the men he’d
accidently killed, rotted and fell away exposing marble skin that
didn’t decompose.

Fired by the stories of great cities and
desperate to pass the time, Serpen, using a sharpened chunk of
basalt from the stream, carved the soft limestone into shapes. Some
were fantastic and others filled by whimsy. He created murals on
the walls and mural patterns, etched into the stone around him. To
keep himself busy, he tunneled back further, creating a network of
rooms with stunning stone filigree walls.

He nurtured the plants that had initially
prospered around the cave in creating gardens and hand polishing
pathways, crafting a wonderland of workmanship.

His prison became a home.

Times of hunger and plenty alternately came
and went. At one point, during a prolonged drought, his stream had
dried up Serpen had curled up in a back room, parched and gone to
sleep, not expecting to awaken but he had. The greenery in the cave
had changed significantly and his snakes were inches longer so he
knew that a significant amount of time must have passed.

Others stumbled upon the cave periodically.
The Gorgon mesmerized them into a state of complacency and spoke
with them for long hours, absorbing the changes and advances in the
world. Although he craved for the touch of another, he never
compelled any other visitors to meet his needs.

Others attacked him without provocation and
he was forced to defend himself.

He learned more about himself. Multiple
bites from his snakes could bring death along with a stone like
corpse. His own bite was much more interesting. A single bite
created intense lust and desire, bringing
healing and stopping pain however, its effects were temporary,
lasting for a limited time. The recipient of his
strike showed a bright green haze to their irises. It also
increased suggestibility.

He had a basic symbiosis with the snakes on
his head. They felt what he felt and their actions were driven by
his thoughts. If he was curious about something, they would seek
the answers. They were part of him, simply another form if a
slightly more self-aware and stubborn part.

Around 1200 AD, a peasant boy on the run from
a cruel lord had discovered his home. Serpens had treated him
kindly and the boy, having nowhere to go, had asked to stay. Some
10 years after his arrival, they’d become lovers although Serpen
had been careful not to bite him and the following years had been
the happiest in the Gorgons long and lonely life.

When his companion had died of old age,
Gorgon knew true grief for the first time and he avoided becoming
close to any other who stumbled upon him. Those who discovered his
hiding place unknowingly shared their knowledge.

Never did any other have history or
information of another Gorgon.

Around 1800 AD, he thought to test the wards
on the cave. Nothing stopped him from walking out into the
sunlight. The enchantments that had bound him to his solitary
confinement were gone but he feared the wide open spaces around him
and returned to safety and comfort of his stone home. He was no
longer a prisoner but the outside world had ceased to hold any
allure.

It would be more years yet before he met his
destiny.

Chapter Four

Amelia hiked up the rocky incline, puffing
hard.

She was an archeological researcher by trade
so the last few weeks of bush whacking, in search of a lost serpent
shrine hadn’t been easy on her.

She’d discovered the references to the lost
temple of the emerald snake god, quite by accident when researching
something else. At first she’d noted them as simply… interesting
but then the stone tablet had come to light. One of her field based
colleagues had uncovered an amazing find in the wilds, a cave
system that looked to have housed a small civilization.

The cave had clearly been picked over already
in centuries gone by but the detritus and scraps of the bygone era
had yielded some astonishing clues.

A whole new language and way of life and a
new tribe of people who clearly worshipped snakes in light of all
the images and depictions of serpents, some clearly created with
the medusa myth in mind. Lost amid the windblown debris in the
corner of a room were the remnants of a stone tablet that bore an
astonishing reference to another location.

One that Amelia believed housed an emerald
serpent.

It had taken 12 months of pain staking work
to decipher the tablet to understand the clues that had been
carefully hidden in the work. It was obvious that the creators of
the tablet had wanted to record the reference but had been
desperate to hide it. In fact the allusions and suggestions were so
cryptic and obscure that Amelia’s colleagues had considered her mad
to pursue it.

But she had, after all, Amelia was nothing if
not stubborn and her gut told her that she was on to something.
When she was denied grants to pursue it, she’d freely spent her
modest savings in research trips and when the naïve archeologist
had stumbled across legends of a snake god in a sparsely populated
region of a third world country that supported her hypothesis, the
feelings of vindication and excitement drove her on.

Amelia had assembled a team. Not specialists
because, well, she couldn’t afford that but she’d hired three local
men for a song, to escort and protect her in the wild region.
Aleri, Hiba and Naif had worked as hard as she, quartering the
difficult terrain. They all spoke excellent English and she
considered herself lucky to have sourced their willing assistance
at such a cheap price.

They’d all been a godsend, helping her to
assemble supplies and equipment for the remote terrain, taking on
extra duties, negotiating with the other locals.

She and her team had been at it for weeks and
had yet to find anything in the rocky yet densely forested area.
They were working the last portion of the plan she’d laid down, a
remote and pretty inaccessible canyon.

So, here she was stumbling over rock sharp
enough to cut you to ribbons if you made a mistake.

She found the entrance by chance. A bird had
exploded in a flurry of wings from the branches of a small tree
that grew from the rocks and Amelia, on a whim had crossed over to
investigate. It wasn’t until she was almost on top of it, that she
realised, the branches of the tree were growing through a
reasonably sizable hole that looked like it’s been a solid roof at
some point.

She kept her cool. No point in getting
overtly excited just yet.

She hung onto a branch and leaned over the
gap to get a better look. It was a fair way down. The tree that
poked branches through hole was a behemoth. It would have taken
centuries to grow to such a size. She noted what looked to be a
pathway in the stone below but moved on her with her observation.
She ignored what seemed to be a seating arrangement near the stream
in case it was simply an odd fall of rock.

When she saw the astounding filigree carvings
of a nearby wall, she allowed herself to hope. And when she spotted
a snake bas-relief on the wall she gave a tiny yelp of
excitement.

Her heart was beating at a hundred miles an
hour. Oh god. She’d found it.

She, Amelia Landscombe, had deciphered a
thousand year old tablet in another language, had decrypted
references so obscure that they were practically unintelligible,
had put the clues together to narrow down a region and finally, had
utilised myth and rumor to piece it together.

She was going to get Archeologist of the year
for this! That Jeffery May award already had her name on it.

She called out to the team excitedly, while
trying to get a cellphone signal on her satellite phone. Hiba was
carrying the climbing gear that they needed to descend into the
cave. She considered the research foundation with satisfaction.
They’d definitely give her a grant now to support her and this find
would be exciting enough to drag some of the top archeologists from
out of their comfortable chairs and onto planes.

She frowned at the phone. No signal just yet,
she’d have to wait for a satellite to pass over. She craned around,
lifting the phone this way and that, waiting for the signal bars to
show that she could achieve a stable connection.

She was very much distracted by her objective
which is why she screamed in surprise when Naif struck the phone
from her hand. She watched dumbstruck as hit the edge of the rock
and tumbled into the cave.

“What… what… why would you do that?” she
snapped. “That cost me a bloody –“

She cut off, noting the positioning of the
men. They were intentionally surrounding her. She turned around,
looking at them carefully, noting the sneer and calculating
expressions cast at her.

This wasn’t going to end well.

“So sorry” grinned Naif, “My hand
slipped.”

His expression went cold and his voice
changed as if speaking to someone else. “We found her body in the
canyon. It looked like she’d slipped and fallen. Such a shame.”

“Why?” she warbled, genuinely frightened now.
“Why would you do this?”

“We needed you to find the cavern” said Naif
as if speaking to imbecile. “We followed you out from the capital
city. Our original intention was to rob your room and kill you for
the wad of currency you carry in that ridiculous fanny pack. But we
found the notes in your folio and listened to the phone calls in
the hotel and knew what you were seeking. We took a risk that you
might be as mad as your friends claim and yet here we are. If
there’s an emerald snake to be had here, it’s ours now.”

“What if there’s nothing there?” asked Amelia
desperately.

“Many will pay a lot of money for the
location of an undiscovered historical site, even after we’ve
stripped out anything of value.

“But people know where I am” she squeaked, “I
told them your names and you won’t get away with this!”

He shook his head, eyes intent and cold. She
cast her gaze around and found no mercy in the eyes of the
others.

“We told the locals that we were with you
which made sense to them considering we made sure that we arrived
at the same time. Did you honestly think it was luck that three
English speaking guides with orienteering experience happened to be
in a remote village? No one else knows us here and the names…?
They’re our version of Tom, Dick and Harry.”

“No” continued Aleri with a nasty smile,
picking up when Naif fell silent. “No one knows you’re here but
don’t take it too badly. You’ve kept us out here for weeks, so
we’ll offer you some… comfort before we end you.”

Oh. God. She was going to be sick. They were
going to try to rape and kill her. She was out here alone with
three psychos.

If she was going to die, she wasn’t going
down without a fight.

She swung a vicious kick at Hiba, who’d been
quietly watching the interaction with a cold sneer on his face. She
caught him completely by surprise, driving him back with a foot in
his chest. As she swung a punch at Aleri, Naif caught him from
behind, crossing her arms over her breasts and crushing her against
his chest.

He immobilized her so quickly that she was
left gasping.

“Shhhhhh” he soothed in her ear. “Don’t fight
us and I’ll make your ending as quick and as painless as I
can.”

“Fuck that!” she snapped back, kicking
backwards like a mule. Hiba slapped her hard and she cried out in
pain, her face going numb and sagging and Naif’s hold. He relaxed a
bit when she stopped fighting and held her a bit more easily.

Hiba stepped toward her, grabbing her face.
He viciously squeezed her breast seeming to enjoy her wail of pain.
He kissed her brutally and thrust a crude hand over the crotch of
her khaki shorts to maul at her.

Amelia was so appalled and surprised that she
stilled for a brief second, lulling him into thinking her subdued.
Then she bit him viciously on the lip, feeling his flesh give way
between her teeth.

He swore in his native ton, hand going to the
heavily bleeding wound and slapped her again, hard. Aleri lunged in
to help control her and she spat at him and stamping her booted
foot desperately against Naif’s.

The ground gave way beneath them with sharp
crack and suddenly, she was falling. There was a brief burst of
pain and then… nothing.

Chapter Five

She came around with a low moan at the
throbbing pain in her head. She was lying on her front, tangled in
the straps of her pack. Naif and Aleri were shouting in anger and
terror. She blacked out again.

~

She groaned low in her throat. She was
moving. Something kept tickling her face and she batted whatever it
was away with a feeble hand. Her head was pounding and her leg was
a sharp stab of agony. In fact, she hurt everywhere. She remembered
the attack and her heart tried to accelerate sluggishly. She
couldn’t hear Naif, Aleri or Hiba but she was moving. She could
feel the gentle bounce as someone conveyed her somewhere and panic
tried to swim up through the muddle in her bruised head.

She forced her eyes open.

Huh. Well it wasn’t any of her attackers.
Apparently she was being carried somewhere by a man with snakes
stuck to his head. Must be a severe concussion making her
hallucinate about the cave.

She smiled at the delusion kindly and blacked
out again.

~

Serpen softly placed the unconscious woman on
his bed. A millennia before, he’d carved an intricate sleeping
platform and over the subsequent years, he kept it covered and
comfortable with a pallet and rough blanket made from the fibers he
harvested from the plants in and around the cave.

He examined her thoughtfully, noting the
differences between the men he’d met before and her slight form.
She was injured; blood seeping from a nasty cut on her head and her
leg was either badly sprained or broken. He wasn’t sure how to go
about healing her but used common sense, wetting a cloth and
removing the worst of the blood and then placing the cool wet
material on her bruise.

Then he sat back to watch.

She was mumbling, her voice rising and
falling. He didn’t understand the language that she murmured in her
lilting voice but if she kept talking, he would.

The men that she‘d arrived with were dead. He
hadn’t understood the language but he had watched the interplay
between them from behind the filigree screen and comprehended that
she hadn’t wanted them to touch her.

He wasn’t certain if he would have
interfered, but when the edge of roof had crumbled and they’d
tumbled into his cavern, any choice he might have made had been
taken from him. He didn’t want to trapped in his rooms at the back
of the cave by the interlopers so he’d approached, snakes raised to
mesmerize the intruders.

But the tallest one had pulled out a knife
and charged him in terror without catching his gaze and his snakes
had taken action, neutralizing the threat. The other two had
attacked, one pointing a stick that spat stinging stone chips with
harsh cracks of sound. The longest of his snakes had taken care of
them quickly and he now had 3 more statues with which to decorate
his cavern.

He’d examined the unconscious woman warily
before approaching but she hadn’t moved. He had in fact taken her
for a small man to begin with but his snakes had apprised him of
the interesting difference in her taste and of the fact that she
lived. He also recognised the lumps on her chest as breasts.

The differences between her and the men
Serpen had met in the past was both intriguing and alluring. Her
features were smaller and finer. Eventually, he’d made the decision
to move her from her uncomfortable place amidst the fallen rock on
the floor and into his chamber.

After cleaning her down, he’d returned to the
accident site and done his best to clean up, shifting the fallen
rock off to the side, and dragging the stiffened marble figures to
the edge of the cavern, to join the other stone figures of those
who’d attacked him in the past. After two and half thousand years,
there was a veritable forest.

Then Serpen had returned to watch her. He’d
scrutinized, worried she’d stop breathing as soon as he turned his
back.

She continued to talk in her delirious state
and he begun to get a feel for her language. He tried to speak to
her but she didn’t hear or react to his words. She’d woken up for a
second when he held her warm body in his arms and her blue eyes had
tried to focus on his face. One her pupils had been larger than the
other. She’d smiled dreamily before her head had sagged back to his
shoulder, but that gentle smile had been enough to make him breathe
faster, stunned.

Now she lay in a quiet stupor. He tried to
get her to drink some water but had no luck. She choked on his
offering, coughing and spluttering.

Then the woman threw up all over herself.

Serpen was pretty earthy. He’d lived in a
cave all his life so not much disturbed him. The smell of vomit
made him wrinkle his nose though and the snakes drew back from the
acrid odor.

He’d been forced to strip her down and clean
her off thoroughly to get rid of the stench, disposing of her
ruined clothes in the deep gully he used to get rid of waste. Her
naked body was staggering. He tried not to linger as he used his
crude soap to wash her soft skin.

She was just tall enough to come up to his
shoulder. She had long dark hair, pulled back away from her face.
It was a tangled mess now although clean but it was lush, thick and
had snarled in his hands as he cleaned the blood from it. Her face
was… not beautiful exactly but compelling. Fine features and thin
high brows. Her lips were a light pink bow.

Serpen was tempted to touch, to explore the
remarkable form but he recalled her distress at the touch of the
other men and covered her up instead. He wanted to speak with her,
learn about her, not frighten or disgust her.

When she didn’t respond or come around on the
first day, he made the decision to bite her, close to the worst
injury site on her leg. It would bring some measure of healing and
a respite from the pain. If she evidenced signs of an addiction,
he’d deal with it then. Sinking his fangs into the flesh on her leg
was enthralling. Her taste was sultry, a mix of lilac and musk. His
body reacted to her taste, hardening and rising. He tried not to
look at her exposed form, but couldn’t help himself, eyeing the
bare curls between her legs.

It was with great reluctance and feeling of
supreme sacrifice that he lowered the blanket, concealing her form
once again. He left her by herself and went to the stream to the
stroke his cock until his seed splashed warm over his fist and
belly and only then would his erection go down.

It was on the morning of the third day that
she roused and opened her eyes.

He drew back a bit in case she tried to
attack him and patiently waited for the fear that seemed to be the
first response from most humans but she didn’t attack. She blinked
at him befuddled.

“Are you real?”

Chapter Six

“Are you real?” asked Amelia, feeling her dry
lips crack as she shaped the words.

She rather thought she might be still be
dreaming or hallucinating.

The first thing to really capture her
attention was his eyes. The irises were so deep and vivid a green
that could only be considered emeralds.

Those eyes were showcased by a face that was
an epiphany. He looked a like a fallen angel. He had the bone
structure of a male GQ model and the lips of a porn star. He was
watching her curiously, head cocked.

She blinked hard and looked closer. What
she’d initially thought to be dreadlocks were actually snakes. They
weren’t toy snakes either. They were twisting against one another,
looking at her just as curiously as he was. That couldn’t be right.
She closed her eyes, pressing the lids hard together. Then she
opened them again.

Nope, she’d been right the first time. They
were definitely snakes. Maybe she was feverish and imagining
things.

She untangled her hand from the blanket and
reached out, grasping the snake that swung the closest to her. It
was warm and writhed in her hand. It was a bright green, lightening
to a pale cream on its underbelly and rather than fight her grip,
it coiled around her wrist, forked tongue flicking and tasting her
skin gently. It sprang from his temple and would be long to enough
to touch the back of his knee when he stood. It felt pretty damn
real to her.

She wasn’t hallucinating.

It was real.

HE was real.

She drew back, confounded. Well she would
have drawn back if the damn snake hadn’t twisted around her wrist
again coiling its sinuous body to pull her closer. She stared at
it, slightly panicked. She didn’t want to fight and harm it by
accident and the man -…

She cut off that thought. She was an
archeologist and knowledgeable about mythological creature. He had
snakes coming out of his head. He was a freaking gorgon!

She ripped through her own fuzzy head in a
frantic search for info. Don’t look him in the eyes or you’ll get
turned to stone. Check.

She locked her gaze on the blanket.

Um, don’t… Don’t get raped by Poseidon in
Athena’s temple. Ah huh. Check. And… and…. Damn it! She couldn’t
remember anything useful. But with a head full of snakes, she
resolved not to piss him off.

She kept her eyes down and stayed silent,
flicking her gaze at the snake that still curled playfully around
her wrist. A few other snakes were interested to, some examining
her skin while others turned themselves about or hung upside down,
trying to look her in the eyes.

“Are you afraid of me? I don’t intend to hurt
you.”

His voice was as beautiful as his face. He
had a slightly sibilant hiss on some of the syllables and he spoke
circumspectly as if English wasn’t his first language.

“I… No” she muttered surprised with herself.
“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Then why won’t you look at me, am I hideous
to your eyes?”

She blinked. No, he might be strange but he
certainly wasn’t ugly.

“No, you’re not hideous… I … I just don’t
want to be turned to stone.”

“And you believe that looking at me will turn
you to stone?” He seemed startled.

“Are you saying it won’t?” she queried
cautiously.

He was silent for a small time.

“Yes” he murmured, turning his eyes to the
ground. “Looking at me won’t harm you, only multiple bites from my
snakes will cause that.”

Amelia didn’t know what to do. The snakes
that might turn her to into a 5’6 marble figurine were wrapped
around her hands and nudging at her hair and face. They seemed
pretty friendly.

She grabbed her courage with both
metaphorical hands, took a deep breath and lifted her head, looking
him directly in the face.

His otherness was like a physical blow but
nothing else happened. No turning to stone, no… stiffening even.
Huh.

The snakes continued to wind about her.
Touching her face and flinching back when she jumped. He seemed
mortified by the inquisitiveness of his serpents and leaned in to
gather them away from her in a gentle hand.

It was about then that she realised he was
naked. She squeaked in embarrassment, yanking the blanket up to
cover her eyes and was confronted by her own nakedness. The next
squeak sounded like outrage.

“You’re naked! I’m naked!”

He didn’t seem concerned by his own nudity
but hastened to lessen her fear about her own.

“You regurgitated your meal upon yourself” he
said carefully. “It seemed prudent to remove the soiled clothing
for your comfort and my own. Rest assured” he continued, “as
fascinated as I was by your body, I did nothing untoward.”

Amelia’s face flamed and she flopped back on
the pallet before remembering that she was injured. The hands that
were moving to covering the bright red flush went instead to her
head, expecting pounding but nothing happened. She wasn’t in any
real pain so her embarrassment took center front.

“For crying out loud” she muttered. “I meet a
mythological creature and rather than be scientific about it, I
woof on myself.”

“I understand your language but don’t
understand your reference” said Serpen quietly.

She waved her hand, signifying that it didn’t
matter.

“Where are the others?” she said finally.

“They didn’t survive the encounter. The
attacked before I could mesmerize them into leaving and forgetting
the location.” He indicated the cavern with a tilt of his head. “If
they were friends of yours, I apologise.”

“They weren’t friends of mine” snorted
Amelia. “You did me a favor. What do you intend to do with me?”

He cocked his amazing head and looked at her
considering.

“I had hoped to share your company for some
small time while you healed. I cannot take you anywhere after that,
I haven’t been more than a few meters from the mouth of the cave.
You’ll have to make your own way back once your leg is healed
enough to walk on.”

Amelia winced. She pulled the blankets back
and cringed at the sight of her badly bruised, very swollen left
leg. She wasn’t going anywhere for a while.

She gently touched the injury. It was too
distended to tell if the extent of the damage but surprisingly
didn’t hurt as much as she felt it should. She could just move her
toes and the leg looked straight so it was probably a really bad
strain or fracture. Either which way, she wasn’t walking out of
here today.

His stillness caught her eye.

When she looked up, Serpens gaze was locked
on her pussy. She’d accidently lifted the blanket, exposing herself
when trying to look at her injury. His dark eyes dragged back up to
her and she froze like a mouse caught in the gaze of hungry
viper.

His forked tongue flicked out from between
his full lips as if tasting the air around her.

Serpens snakes writhed on the bed some
touching and then wrapping around her upper thigh, the bravest
sticking its blunt nose into her groin, its forked tongue flicking
and tasting. The others stirred towards her in curiosity and
eagerness.

She was body slammed by a surge of unexpected
lust, still snared by his intent gaze, overwhelmed and feeling like
she was drugged. When she didn’t move, others began to investigate
her body, slipping under the blanket to taste her skin while a
group clustered to nuzzle and lick at her groin.

She looked down, trapped halfway between
horror and the most intense desire she had ever experienced,
watching the emerald green heads nudge and bump at her labia. One
of the largest snakes, discovering her channel, pressed forward,
parting her nether lips around its wide head, stretching her
tissues.

Her eyes locked on the thick body that
protruded from her pussy. Its scales pulsed and flashed as its
muscular form writhed and flexed from side to side as it shoved
itself further inside her. The walls of her channel were fluttering
at the incredible feeling of the blunt force.

She should be screaming. She should be
terrified and fighting. Then why the hell had her head fallen back
and why had she allowed the snakes wrapped around the thigh of her
uninjured leg to tug so that she parted, giving the snake’s better
access?

“Oh god” she moaned.

The smaller snakes squirmed and thrashed to
get closer, some looping up to nudge at her face and hair and lick
at her throat. As the blanket dropped from a nerveless hand, others
lifted to flick at her nipples, and wrap around her breasts,
strong, warm bodies rubbing over her taut nipples.

Her body tightened and she thrashed caught in
a net of pleasure. Her body wept, the inside of her thighs becoming
slick with her own moisture. The thick snake body wedged inside her
and the constant touching and nudging at her labia and clit were
enough to drive her mad but not give her the release she suddenly
craved above all things.

She looked at Gorgon with desperation in her
eyes lifting a hand in appeal.

“Help me” she pleaded, “Please!”

He was leaning forward, drawn closer to her
by the actions of his snakes. His mouth had fallen open, tongue
flicking non-stop and he stared at her, slitted pupils huge. Serpen
had a rampant erection between his legs, a huge cock that bulged,
straining and lifting. It was long enough to touch his belly button
and the top was glossy with come that seeped from the hole.

At her appeal, he recoiled shocked. His eyes
dilated and he seemed to come back to himself.

He looked horrified.

“Forgive me!” he blurted. Serpen drew back
abruptly pulling the snakes away, the biggest one dragging from her
cunt with a wet sucking sound. The snakes strained back towards
her, some lifting to cast accusing glances at the Gorgon.

“NO” she cried out, “don’t stop!”

“I don’t understand, I hadn’t meant to-…”

She grabbed his hand and thrust it between
her legs, frantic for his touch. He left it there, unmoving and she
nearly screamed in frustration.

“Damn you! Finish what you started!”

“I don’t know how to-…”

“Just do what you were doing before and touch
me here!” At that she thrust his fingers against her pink bud, hips
moving against his hand.

He was looking at her with wide shocked
emerald eyes. At her feral snarl, he cautiously moved his
fingers.

“Ah SWEET JESUS” she groaned. “Harder, faster
anything!”

Serpen moved in close to the bed until his
beautiful face was no more than foot from the bare lips of her
weeping pussy. She was so turned on that the gentle wash of his
breath was enough to have her lifting her hips for more.

He bought his other hand up and hesitantly
spread the folds of her pussy until her pink flesh was bare to him,
her hole open and needing. He ran gentle fingers over her lips
before tentatively probing inside her with a finger.

“YES!” she yelled, “Do that but make it
harder!”

He thrust more firmly and she nearly cried
with joy. The snakes returned to her, looping about her thighs and
pulling them up and wider for his exploration. They nosed at her
breasts and some few other curious ones nosed at her newly revealed
anus, flashing tongues tickling the wrinkles.

“My clit! Touch my clit, lick or fuck me. Do
something!”

He cocked his head in understanding and
dropped his face between her spread legs.

Amelia looked down and nearly orgasmed.
Serpens wide muscled shoulders held her legs apart. His face
hovered over her pussy, eyes tracing her folds with hungry
eyes.

His long thick forked tongue lapped at her,
the tips wrapping around her bud and she could have sobbed at how
good it was. At the first taste of her, he hissed, face twisting
with brutal need. His jaws snapped wide and he lunged at her thigh
as if to sink his teeth. But he aborted the movement almost as soon
as he started.

He closed his eyes for a moment, gaining
control and savored her taste and then darted his head to eat at
her with an impulsive need that mirrored her own desperation. His
tongue plunged inside Amelia’s depths seeking more of her
honey.

He was close enough to the bed that she could
reach his cock. She surged up, grabbing it and he grunted, seizing.
She stroked with a hand, as eager to see his pleasure as she was
her own. The snakes were frantic, writhing over her body, echoing
the need of their host.

“Fuck me” shouted Amelia. “Stick me with this
thing!”

His eyes went wide.

“Here?” he asked uncertainly, thrusting the
finger that he still had imbedded deeper inside her.

“Yes, yes, god yes.”

He lunged on top of her, still being careful
of her injury and fumbled at his cock. She shoved his hand aside
and grabbed him, rubbing him up and down her crease to get the tip
wet. Lining him up, she urged him on by wrapping her uninjured leg
around his hip and yanking.

He fell jolted down, the motion forcing him
deep inside her, impaling her on his rock hard shaft.

He was huge. If she’d thought his snake was
big, she was mistaken. The snake had pressed at her but he filled
Amelia to capacity hitting the back her channel.

They both cried out at the contact and depth
of his penetration. He paused for a moment, gathering himself and
then pulled out slowly, her tissues drawing at him as if reluctant
to let him go, before surging back in again. They both moaned at
his return.

He built into a smooth deep and hard rhythm,
each driving thrust touching the back of pussy. The snakes wrapped
around her limbs, tightening to hold her close and steady for his
lust. Some flickered at her throat or lapped her nipples, threaded
between her buttocks and twisted between her toes.

Each pounding movement jolted her closer to
ecstasy. He’d thrown his head back and was stroking with abandon,
movements becoming shorter and harder. Her body wound tighter and
tighter before releasing in a massive full body orgasm, strong to
enough to have her screaming beneath him.

Her clenching pussy milked the Gorgons cock
triggering his release until he roared and dug his cock deeper,
body convulsing as he pulsed deep inside her.

He was rigid, panting above her for long
moments.

His head dropped to her shoulder, where the
snakes, soothed and tired now, coiled against her slowly as if
wearied. His lungs still bellowed from exertion and his long
muscled form was covered in as much sweat as she was.

Amelia slowly drifted back to herself, coming
down from that seizure of orgasm. Embarrassment was settling in.
She wasn’t the sort to have one night stands let alone a 30 minute
stand. How did one start a conversation from here? So… You’re a
gorgon huh? And we just had an epic bout of sex right? Oh hells
bells.

“Are you well?” he asked quietly.

“I am awesome.”

Well that had just popped out. She tiredly
rubbed her nose, wondering at the etiquette of demanding that the
Gorgon get off her so that she could sleep.

“I didn’t injure you further?”

“Hmmm. No, I’m not feeling any pain right
now.” She smiled, her eyes drifting closed.

“What is your name?”

“I’m Amelia. What’s your name?”

“I am known as Serpen.”

Amelia smiled at that but her eyes stubbornly
stayed shut. She felt the snakes trace a gentle path along her
cheek and then she slept.

Chapter Seven

Serpen was flabbergasted. He could see why
Human males liked women so much. He was very much enthralled
himself.

He examined the sleeping female, still
beneath him and closed his eyes to better remember what had just
happened. She smelled incredible, her taste was enough to have him
feral with need and sweet form had rubbed and caressed his own.

He would keep her he decided. If he bit her
every day, she would stay with him willingly. She wouldn’t have
survived without his intervention he reasoned, he would look after
her, keep her safe and would give him whatever he wanted.

But even as he bared his fangs to sink them
into her flesh, he hesitated. He’d bitten her before to help her
heal and to reduce the pain. It was probable that his most
incredible experience with her was due to her still being
influenced by his venom.

That shouldn’t have happened. Her eyes had
been clear, no sign of green in the blue iris but her response had
been too frantic for someone who was alone and injured.

Even thousands of years later, he remembered
Anthony, the roman soldier he’d accidently addicted. He still
cringed away from the pain of understanding that without his bite,
the man would never have stayed with him. Serpen cursed; wanting to
keep her with him but not certain if he could live with himself if
he took her free will. He, who’d been trapped for millennia knew
the feeling of being bound against his will and had sworn when he
understood what he could do, that he would never inflict such pain
upon another.

He shouldn’t want someone who didn’t want to
be with him and he had no stomach to repeat the situation where
someone fought his hypnosis for the will to strike him down.

Serpen didn’t want too but he had no choice.
He had to let her go. When she woke from her rest, he would
mesmerize her into forgetting and when she healed, he would set her
free. But until then, he would rest too.

He moved to the side so that he didn’t
distress her with his weight and pulled the blanket up around her
shoulders. Then he curled in to her wrapping an arm about her
waist, taking comfort in her warmth and the gentle hush in
breathing and slept.

The End.

To be continued in the kiss of the
serpent.

Contact the Author

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About the series:

This book is part of a broader series
‘Otherkind Kink’

Books Available:

Otherkind Kink - Djinn #1: Djinn and
Tonic

Otherkind Kink - Djinn #2: Dun-Djinn

Otherkind Kink -Djinn #3: Djinn Rummy (Coming
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Otherkind Kink - Male Medusa #1: Caught in
Coils

Otherkind Kink - Male Medusa #2: The Serpents
Kiss (Coming soon)

Otherkind Kink - Horned Gods #1: Hunted by
Herne

Otherkind Kink – Horned Gods #2: Quarry of
the Horned God

Otherkind Kink – Horned Gods #3: Horned God
rising (Coming soon)

About the Author

Stella Inox grew up in family that travelled
extensively. Visiting so many different countries exposed her at a
young age, to many different local rumors and legends. Stella has
always been interested in mythology, fairy tales and the
paranormal.

Granted, when she first started reading the
materials that interested her, she wasn’t fantasizing about making
love to the subject matter but that changed as she got older.

There’s a streak of kink a mile wide in her
nature and Stella has always enjoyed writing so it seemed like a
match made in heaven, figuring that if she enjoyed writing it so
much that others just might enjoy reading it…

Stella loves receiving feedback from readers
and other than making love to mythological creatures in her head,
Stella enjoys riding her horses and drinking great wine with good
friends. She also fancies herself a chef.