Here it was, here comes the part where she got devoured--
Konoka braces for her inevitable demise, for how little she could control her body. But once those fangs sink in, her fear quickly becomes confusion when she feels not pain but pleasure. Mind melting pleasure that felt like her legs would have been jelly had she not found herself bound tightly in coils and fully paralyzed. She can't do a thing, as she helplessly slides into unconsciousness, and for some reason she feels good about it. Konoka enters the inky blackness peacefully, if a little reluctantly.
Her return trip to consciousness is met with dull surprise. For one thing, she's not dead, but she's certainly still bound. Her body can move now, but it's weak and sluggish, and she stands no chance of breaking the coils that surround her. She could acutely feel those smooth scales with every weak shift of her body. What kind of monster had her?
Apparently a monster of cute form. Petite, smaller than Konoka... at least in regards to her human half. But it was clear from all of these mirrors that the coils belonged to her captor.
"Medusa?" Konoka racked her brain. She's heard of tales of a snake woman who could turn anyone to stone. But Konoka was very much not stone. And was it just her, or was Medusa... cuter than expected? The idea that she wasn't quite dead felt too unreal for her old panic to come back, even if she was still concerned about this situation. "Proper respects? Where... am I?"
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Konoka braces for her inevitable demise, for how little she could control her body. But once those fangs sink in, her fear quickly becomes confusion when she feels not pain but pleasure. Mind melting pleasure that felt like her legs would have been jelly had she not found herself bound tightly in coils and fully paralyzed. She can't do a thing, as she helplessly slides into unconsciousness, and for some reason she feels good about it. Konoka enters the inky blackness peacefully, if a little reluctantly.
Her return trip to consciousness is met with dull surprise. For one thing, she's not dead, but she's certainly still bound. Her body can move now, but it's weak and sluggish, and she stands no chance of breaking the coils that surround her. She could acutely feel those smooth scales with every weak shift of her body. What kind of monster had her?
Apparently a monster of cute form. Petite, smaller than Konoka... at least in regards to her human half. But it was clear from all of these mirrors that the coils belonged to her captor.
"Medusa?" Konoka racked her brain. She's heard of tales of a snake woman who could turn anyone to stone. But Konoka was very much not stone. And was it just her, or was Medusa... cuter than expected? The idea that she wasn't quite dead felt too unreal for her old panic to come back, even if she was still concerned about this situation. "Proper respects? Where... am I?"