Y-yes

Looking almost timid, Perseus tried not to look you in the eye. Maybe it was because you were another male. Could be a difference in culture. You did not know why he would not find the males attractive if they all looked like him. Then again he probably never had a gentle nudge from a god before. After a moment Perseus muttered an answer to the sand. "What was that?" you inquired honestly.

"Y-yes they are hard. Why are you so damned vexing." He looked to be trying to focus. Clear his mind. That might work if everything about this was conventional. A cold shower could not help when you had contact. No, this was going to require a personal touch.

There was so many images going through your mind. A double penetration. Getting coiled and fucked like a toy. That long forked tongue in your ass. It was all overwhelming. You only hoped he was as creative.

Before you could reach under his tunic he snatched your hand. "I will be taking you under arrest. You are far too dangerous to leave to your devices. I also cannot just kill you now. Whatever you are." Well it was progress. Sooner or later you would charm the snake. Moody eyes or no.

You almost protested before the love god chimed in. Perhaps it was best to go with the lamia. He could lead you to a city. A city meant an army to be tamed perhaps. Or some kind of civilization. Those lamias would learn they are not the only ones who can sink their fangs into something.

With your now permanently fluster captor, you marched. The very tip of his tail wrapped around your hands. Every so often you prodded him. You could see how flushed he was. It was more playful than malicious. He still tugged you along silently.

At least with him deep in concentration you could appreciate him more. Powerful hips connected to an even more powerful tail. Smooth scales felt cool even under the blazing sun. That back, oh that back. You lost yourself day dreaming about raking your nails across it. Enough he had to tug you along.

Nightfall was coming soon. With it, travel was ill advised. Even the lamias rarely ventured out in that cold apparently. If Perseus was any indication cold hit them hard. Your offer of body heat was rejected. He sat by the campfire and concentrated at the glow. However with no fuel the fire would go out sooner than later. Secretly you hoped he either took the offer or slept.