Snaketember Part 4/4 - Statue Garden (Patreon)

Mythology says the original gorgon was transformed into such to protect her from predators. Not mongoose girls or monsters, but from cruel people who would try to take advantage of her. Her venomous snakes lash out at untrusted people, and her stare turns enemies to stone - after being hurt once, nobody would ever force themselves on her again. Her descendants have these powers too, her stony gaze and toxic hair, and most know better than to try and take advantage of a gorgon.

Only someone trusted by the gorgon can taste her sweet fruit, and even then, there are dangers; does it hurt to not be able to look your lover in the eyes for fear of being turned to stone? This fear drives some gorgon women to be lonely, which is a sad state to be in, but luckily love lies in odd places, for instance a statue garden at night, where the moonlight causes the statues to come to life...

Their marble bodies and stony skin makes them invulnerable to her venom, and just in case, a blindfold takes care of her cursed glare. Now they can give her the love she deserves - statues are patient, calm, spending most of the day in sleepy meditation before coming to life, ready to devote the night to anybody who crosses the statue garden, beckoning them over and granting their dirty wishes.

It's a little embarrassing to admit you want to be tickled, but the statues don't mind, they've been asked for worse. Tying her arms up above her head, they pull her onto the lap of one statue while the other nestles between her legs, and with the blindfold tied in place, they begin to have some fun with her. Those soft, smooth pits are perfect for gliding fingers and fluttering feather dusters, and the slow pace is enough to make her gasp and writhe but not enough to make her scream... not yet, at least...

That, coupled with the slow licking up and down her wet pussy, is enough to get her moaning within minutes. Mouth watering, skin starting to get slick with sweat, she feels her resolve begin waning, the fingers slowly sliding up and down her ribs and pits, the feathers slowly dancing at her hollows, the tongue slowly parting her lips and just brushing her clit, it's driving her crazy!

They have hours to play with her. Hopefully she'll find the nerve to ask for them to speed up before the dawn breaks and they have to settle back into their motionless stone forms. Othrwise, it'll just be the slow teasing all night, and she might have to spend the next day horny, wet and frustrated, until they come to life again at dusk...