Medusa had so much of her hair that Konoka couldn't dream of grabbing it to ward her off. Indeed, her head was under such firm control that she was having a hard time doing much anything other than making gurgling protests and fearful but aroused moans. She squeezed her thighs in hopes of stemming the tide of arousal that threatened to dribble from her lower lips, while her upper ones were parted wide, with no ability to bite down on them.

"Hmmmffphllffll--!" Konoka could now feel the warmth swelling inside her occupied throat, her warning that she was about to get a big load pretty fast. Desperate for air and probably mercy, Konoka's squirming intensified, but her body's incredible arousal continued to confuse her efforts, and of course Medusa's grip on her was probably enough to keep the snake from really noticing.