"That's right, present yourself to me," said Medusa smugly, even though it was her hands spreading the venom-drunk girl's legs. The results were the same, and Konoka couldn't correct her, so it was basically true. Clearly this lusty wench was just begging to be blessed with her seed. Though first things first, even if she was already this wet.

"How tight," she commented, feeling a thrill of arousal as the tip of her tail pushed up into that pussy. Despite the huge, muscled coils wrapping around Konoka's body, squeezing her torso and rubbing against her breasts, the tip of it was actually even thinner than either of those cocks rubbing her thighs, at least for a short length. She used this first to work into her, spread her, making sure her venom was helping her body down here like it had her throat. If asked, she'd just say she couldn't be bothered to replace broken toys. "L, let me know... I mean, you are to say if anything hurts! I won't have you sullying me with your lowly mortal blood."

Yes, that was the only reason that tail might have seemed rather gentle as it worked up into Konoka, loosening her up and making sure that wetness covered every inch of her insides.