If Konoka were a bit less drunk on captive hypnosis, she might have noticed this meticulous carefulness. Even now she had already noticed the attention going down on her lower folds, with how gently she was being spread by the smooth tail. She does attempt to straighten herself to look at Medusa again, but her head feels too heavy and uncoordinated. Once fingers tease her entrance Konoka found the electric tingles too much to deal with, groaning in delight and flopping back down.

Each little touch made her want to rock her hips a bit more, but she only managed the faintest of wiggles. She was so close, she felt like it would take much more for her to have a climax.