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“There we go. No peeking, alright?”
Ekhos knew that emphatically. Blink and he was dead, just another stone statue amongst dozens this creature had in her collection. He shook the thought of himself as a statue, a stone satyr amidst the flowers, from his mind. He needed information, and the this was the only person who could provide it. But why in the name of Kruphix must they be a gorgon? And why must her price be paid with his body?
The satyr shivered as he felt the gorgon’s hands stroke over his slim body. Her fingers were cool, and it made the hair stand on end wherever she touched. He could hear the soft susurration of her hair, the serpentine locks tasting the air as she moved lower and lower. “A little sscrawny,” the gorgon murmured, drawing out the s’s of her words a little, “but you will do nicccely.”
With the blindfold leaving the satyr in darkness, the moment Ekhos felt her kiss his chest he nearly jumped a mile. The sensation of her lips was electrifying, and before he could properly voice his reaction the gorgon planted another on his arm, and then one more on his cheek. Each was as unexpected as the last, and the satyr gasped at each. She seemed to pay particularly close attention to his left arm, where his flesh changed into the star-stuff of Nyx, a twinkling void of stars and nebulae that the gorgon ran her lips over.
Ekhos let out a loud moan as he felt her chilled fingers squeeze his cock, her long fingers squeezing the bestial prick firmly. In contrast to the rest of the satyr’s admittedly scrawny body, Ekhos’ cock was a monstrous thing. Almost a foot and a half of Nyx-blessed meat that looked broadly human, aside from the equine-like ring around the midpoint. The gorgon’s attention, intensified by his blindness, had caused Ekhos’ cock to rapidly harden and throb, and her impressed hisses only made him throb all the more.
“Remember, no peeking. Give me what I want, and you’ll get everything you assssked for.”
Back pressed against the wall, Ekhos felt like he was either going to burst instantly or pop a blood vessel when the gorgon’s lips first touched his cock. He tried to speak, but all the came out was a rattling moan, which the gorgon took as a cue to continue. Her mouth opened wide, and the satyr felt her engulf the tip of his cock, her mouth as strangely cool as her hands. The snakes of her hair hissed and writhed, and he felt some of them brush along his skin, each smooth head another source of tingling sensations. The amount of stimulation, from her lips, her hands, and those snakes was overwhelming for the satyr, and Ekhos had to concentrate on staying upright.
Gods did this woman have to breathe? Her lips engulfed inch after inch of his cock without so much as a hint of a gag reflex, and the more she took, the more Ekhos squirmed. The fact he couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, that every new sensation came to him from a void of complete darkness, kept everything sharp and intensified even the slightest changes in her movements. He let out a bleating moan as the gorgon’s lips slipped over the medial ring of his shaft, his prick throbbing in her throat.
Blinded, overwhelmed, and being mercilessly milked by the gorgan’s gullet, it wasn’t long before the satyr’s lack of stamina showed up. Ekhos reached out a shuddering hand, fumbling blindly for for the gorgon until his fingers smooth scales. The serpentine hair wound itself around his hand, drawing his grip to the back of the gorgon’s head. He could feel her smile around his cock, as if giving him permission, and he took it. Ekhos groaned as his orgasm hit, bestial cock pulsing as he unloaded into the gorgon’s throat. Rope upon rope of seed was disgorged into her, and not once did the satyr hear her gag or choke. Before Ekhos was emptied he felt her lips pull away and free his cock from her oral clutches, the last few shots no doubt painting her face with white streaks.
For a moment the only sounds were the soft hissing of serpents and the haggard panting of Ekhos, until the gorgon let out a quiet chuckle.
“Good, very good. And it even ssssseems as though one part of you as not esssscaped my petrifying gazssse.” The satyr groaned as her fingers closed around his cock again, slowly stroking it back to hardness. “Ready to pay your nexsssst insssstalment?”