Well, not only was that look a poor reflection of Konoka's actual mood, she couldn't even manage to get a stare right. Medusa could plainly see her gaze's effect on Konoka's entranced state. It also allowed her perfect view of how Konoka worked her needy privates with an encroaching neediness of her own. No longer disturbed by the size and shape of the cock claiming her mouth and throat, the healer began to simply bob down to claim more of it, and explore the nubbed ridges with her tongue. She paid no attention to the lewd noises that escaped her throat, nor to her comparative lack of breath, that was how effective Medusa's stare and venom had bound her.

Between her throat and her fingers, Konoka could feel the warmth of both cocks. Her fingers were focused on exploring individual bumps, some faint curiosity of exploring alien cocks, while her mouth continued its work on sucking and licking. Medusa was fascinating, and Konoka's service for her depravity didn't bother her at all.