Athena the gorgon

The image of the curvy serpentine woman doesn’t seem able to leave your head, no matter what creatures you come across in this unusual dungeon. “I think I’d like to head back,” you say curiously. The clerk looks at you thoughtfully.
“Why’s that?”
“I think I’d like to see Athena again.”
He smiles and nods knowingly and stops in his tracks. “Saw a little spark between you when you met her. Best to be sure, though, in the end.”
He stays still for a time, and you look at him expectantly. “Shouldn’t we go find her?”

“Don’t have to,” he said with a smile. Athena appears from the shadows behind her, quiet as her hair would imply. Her keen, somehow almost feline eyes meet yours again, and you can’t ignore the hardening you feel below as she saunters up to you. You feel yourself growing obsessed with her beauty, smooth green skin and writhing hair included. You’re so captivated by her that she has to take hold of your hand and raise it for you for you to remember the collar.
You hold it up, offering it and blushing a bit at your clumsy forgetfulness. She lets out a soft, half-hiss half-laugh and nods graciously, leaning her head back and exposing a smooth green neck elegantly.

You slip it into place and it clicks neatly on. She chuckles in a sultry voice. “Jewelry? On our first meeting? Aren’t I the lucky gal,” she jokes, her eyes drinking you in head to toe appreciatively. You feel it’s kind to return the favor, looking over the massive breasts, long legs, tight dress, impressive height, and shapely hips.

“I think you meant to ask me how I found you,” she helps, a sly smile curling over her olive-colored lips.
You blink back into a real train of thought and nod. “Yea… thanks. So uh…”
She taps the snakes on her head. “Very sensitive. They pick up vibrations very well. Don’t worry, though, they aren‘t true snakes.” Her eyes travel further down to study your body quite closely. “No moreso than your own,” she chuckles.

You smile back, enjoying her forward nature as well as her curiously gorgeous body. But you don’t won’t to come across as a weakling in your first true meeting, so you reach out and wrap your arms around her waist, tugging at her at an angle to make her bend forward suddenly, kissing her soft and smooth lips as she descends. You’re surrounded by the snakes’ gentle hissing, almost a chorus of soft hums around your head as they seem to sedate at your pressure on her lips. Her eyes widen, surprised by your recently modest performance as her slender, palpably forked tongue meets yours for a few seconds before parting.

“Lucky girl,” she breathes, apparently to herself as she smiles widely with her pearly teeth showing. Her face shows a pale shade of green for a few seconds, what you think may be a manner of blush.
“Come on, let’s get you kids home,” the clerk smiles.
“Oh, gladly,” you say.