The more Konoka tried to struggle, unintentional or not, the more those coils squeezed her. Not that Medusa didn't appreciate the movements of those hips. Her own were quite fervent, the snake girl moaning loudly as she thrust her cocks into and against Konoka.

"Are you going to come again? Does being made into my plaything feel that good?" she taunted, moving her hands from the girl's hips up to those coils. One of them unlooped, so now she only had two squeezing her arms to her sides, but now with her chest exposed. Yet despite her clearly fierce claws, Medusa's hands started undoing the girl's top, pulling at her clothes to undress her forcefully, though not enough to destroy them. It didn't even matter if she could get them fully off, so long as she could get to those breasts, determined to enjoy them as well as she thrust into her.