Whispers from the ancient past whip forth tales of a beautiful woman that enchanted one of the great water immortals.
Enchantment and breathtaking attractiveness to beguilement to the point of streaming his days with naughty kinky sexual play. His wants. His desires. He pursues. He acquires. And his beseeching brings her to lay within his sexual charms. And that does reap rewards. The bonus in the bad boy`s effort is losing his plaything when the deeds are found out. Naughty play can pay interesting aftershocks.
Rumbles of fish guy`s sexy deeds garner the attention of the greatest of all beauty. A divine feminine of love, lust, pleasure, procreation and beauty discovers her mister is penetrating a beauty that is not her beautiful sexy curves. Oh yes, the dude dares to step out to have an affair and his bed is held by her, a daughter of the magnificent King of immortals.
Well, we all know that a female scorned can surrender to extra delicious emotions. Those deeply enticing plays in darkness do reward in ways that bring immense pleasure. Oh yes, those do, especially if it’s a powerful babe whipping intense skills of magical means and the obscenity of otherworldly abilities. So puff! Punishment for the mortal beauty.
Medusa transforms into a monstrously beastly humanoid female. Instantly she becomes a winged woman with a broad, round head, serpents for hair, large staring eyes, wide mouth, lolling tongue, the tusks of a swine, flared nostrils, and short, coarse beard.
Reading the notes, pondering them and reading more abides as I stand in the museum.
” Medusa is one of the three monstrous Gorgons. These are three-winged human females with living venomous snakes in place of hair. Anyone gazing into her eyes becomes stone.” Reading it causes my eyes to peer across the room of the Grecian museum.
“Medusa, ” I breathe with a low fear-filled gasp, while there is sensing that someone is watching me.
She seems to stare directly at me. Those eyes own me, my presence. Her deadly stare is felt and my soul whispers that she is aware of me. Such a thought has me standing stalk still and seeming to be stone. But, no, I am not carved rock for breath embraces. However, she is made of grey stone and peers eagerly toward me. At me, as she stands a goodly eleven feet tall in effigy.
‘Almost masculinely muscular with the entirety of being fearsome’, wash through my thinking.
Eyes to eyes, feeling watched and it is known that this is odd. Too odd with it pulling ever so deeper into busy mind steams of questions. Querying as it is accepted that the statute is only a statute. Oh yes, it is, it must be. That is what I silently say to myself. Lost in those thoughts as a hand suddenly touches my shoulder.
” Daughters of Aphrodite seem to experience her stare, a soul stare, ” Claims the museum`s tour guide in turning to depart the room. ” You need to meet her sisters. They leave an impression too. And, three is better than one.” She claims with girlish giggling as the laughter ends in a hissing.
(( Medusa`s Meet & Greet – Inked Shorts – WindWhisperer ))
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