The Gorgon's Daughter

Before I was fully awake, I registered softness and warmth pressed against my chest and legs. I felt a sense of peace and comfort that prolonged my waking into an enjoyably gradual process. Taking in a breath that brought me that newly discovered scent, the smell of the sea, my eyes eventually cracked open. The sight that greeted me sent a shock through my entire body. (Y/N) was slumbering, cuddled right up against my bare chest! I wasn’t even wearing a shirt!

As I peered downwards, attempting to look her over without moving (selfishly reveling in my voyeurism), I saw that she had tucked her head, still in its enchanted helm, against my shoulder. The two sorts of snakes that comprised her hair were curled loosely about one another as they spilled out from under her helm, looking peaceful as they, too, appeared to sleep.

With that, I realized that the supple mound that was pressed firmly into my hand with each breath (Y/N) took was her breast! Indeed, I could distinctly feel her nipple through the cloth of the tunic I had given her, where it rested against the fingers of my left hand! She breathed softly and steadily against my collarbone, part of her tail lay over my legs, and I could just feel the touch of her cool fingers above my navel.

A strong bolt of the desire I’d felt for (Y/N) since the moment I’d first lain eyes on her shot through my body to concentrate in my nethers. I was horrified to realize that my member was already at full attention due to the hour of the morning, and that it was prodding firmly against (Y/N) through my trousers!

Mortified, I threw myself backwards into a sideways roll along the ground, terrified that (Y/N) might wake and find me ogling her with an erection! But my momentum only led to a collision with a previously sound asleep Damica, who woke with a yip and gave me a warning nip on my elbow.

Seeing (Y/N)'s iridescent tail begin to move in the dappled light of the morning, I propelled myself to my feet and took off at a jog through the trees. I shouted over my shoulder at them as I held my hands over my unwanted bulge, “I must do my business! I’ll return shortly!”

Because of the Morigna’s gift, I knew we had successfully crossed the strait, but I couldn’t remember how we’d done it, much less where my tunic had gone! But all that seemed of little importance. What mattered was putting some distance between (Y/N) and myself, so that I might calm down and that she would not take me for a pervert!

After I’d gotten a fair distance, I knelt behind a stout, old tree to catch my breath and try to regain some semblance of tranquility. But remembering the feel of (Y/N)’s delicate breath against my chest, her ripe breast nestled in my hand, her chilly, brass hands against my chest, the pressure of her body against my manhood… the pressure in my groin grew all the more demanding of relief.

I hadn’t… been with myself ever since we three had departed on this journey. There had simply not been an appropriate time or place. Though then and there, behind a random tree, was surely no better, I simply had to give myself some release! Every morning, afternoon, evening, and night had been spent alongside the most bewitching woman I had ever met. She captivated me utterly with her pragmatism, intelligence, naiveté, humor... and, though it made me feel like a superficial churl to admit, her face and body were spellbinding.

Quickly I undid my trousers and let them fall to my knees. I wrapped my hand around my desperate lust and started to work my shaft quickly. I closed my eyes and imagined (Y/N)’s lovely lips stretched thin around my girth as she sucked and licked me. I started to sweat and pant as I fantasized her pink tongue pressing against the underside of my length, the warmth of her wet mouth as she swallowed me…

My daydreams morphed, intensifying, as they often did. She moved to bending over before me, and I probed her stiffly with my phallus, just below her glinting, plump, scaled backside. In my mind, I gripped her rump firmly, sliding into a hidden, wet opening. She moaned as I felt her moist, tight, little cunny give way before my invasion. I crushed my eyes firmly closed and pumped harder, hearing (Y/N)’s moans and seeing her breasts shake with each thrust in my mind’s eye.

I imagined that I would take her so hard and fast, my scrotum would slap against her tail, getting slicked in her dripping desire. She would love the way I felt inside her, she would love the way I made her climax, she would love me!

With a stifled grunt, I ejaculated forcefully onto the leafy forest floor. I opened my eyes to watch the remainder of my spend come out in little spurts as my rhythm slowed. Too soon the vision was completely dissipated, and I was left with shame at what I had done and anxiety that I might be caught engaging in such lewd behavior if I were not careful.

(Y/N) was noble and kind, but she was no one’s fool. Surely, if she knew I had a romantic fixation on her so intense that I apparently could not abstain from masturbation, she would take leave of my company forever. Though it hurt to know that I could never be the gifted, powerful demigod that she surely required as her man, I would most definitely rather bear that pain then be bereft of her friendship. Her companionship had imparted a significance to my life that had been lacking; she alone gave me the sense of kinship I had never felt with another villager.

I scowled grimly as I cleaned myself off with some leaves, using more to cover my disgraceful mess. I resolved not to weaken again during our journey, no matter what might befall us. It was disrespectful for me to take advantage of (Y/N)’s trust to indulge my own, degenerate fantasies.

Notes

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