Whether one of those was the answer, Konoka wasn't telling. Or rather, wasn't capable of telling. She was entirely under Medusa's spell, albeit not entirely devoid of her own thoughts.

Most of those revolve around how not bothered she is by all of this, owing to the strange sensation of comfort of feeling both being coiled in smooth scales and robbed of most higher thoughts. At this point, mounting a higher resistance just doesn't seem to be worth it. Go with the flow.

The flow is a bit challenging, due to the snake cocks being slightly harder and slightly bigger than she imagined. Even getting use of her limbs back still leaves her only guessing at how to serve her, with each hand grabbing one hard cock and feeling them, alongside her tongue. Her movements are slow and languid, probably as an effect of the spell. Still, they aren't lacking in strength or desire, and explore thoroughly.