Medusa the MILFy...Medusa

Her name was Medusa the Medusa. Her mother was exceptionally uncreative.

Though it wasn't like she was much better. Her kid had finally moved out of the nest and she just the hardest time figuring out what to do with herself. Dating hadn't worked out and all her old friends seemed busy with their own lives, so she'd settled for roaming the countryside and terrorizing random peasants. Well, at least she was meeting new people.

For instance, the adorable elf named Tally she was currently pelting with rocks.

"Snake girl! Earthbending snake girl!" Tally shouted and sidestepped like a madwoman in between the magically floating chunks of earth. "Brim, you never said that was a thing! Since when can she do that?"

"You know cutie, this'll go a lot faster if you just hold still!" There Medusa was, dodging Tally's lunges and dishing out literal dirt. Sleek glasses shone on a dark-skinned face. Exotic braids hung down to neck, and from far away, they didn't look the least bit snakey at all. Her massive, sea-green tail coiled through the barren field, while her simple blue dress struggled to contain breasts much larger than expected for a reptile.

"By the way," said Medusa sweetly, "how's my fight banter? I've never done this before and I'm sure a big, strong knight like you knows all about that."

"Well, I wouldn't consider myself an expert, but you seem pretty good for a first timer - OW!" A large-ish stone beaned Tally on the chin.

"Aaaw," the herpetological homemaker blushed. "You say the nicest things, you smooth talker you! I might just slap a collar on you and take you home with me!" A ring of rocks formed around her and shot out at Tally.

Contrary to popular belief, Medusas could not turn people to stone by looking at them. (Though given how many people got tounge-tied over the swaying of her hips, maybe some experimentation was in order.) They could, however, control the ground beneath them as easily as a swarm of ants ruins your dinner. So instead of reenacting the myth of Perseus, anyone going against her had to contend with a literally seismic serpent-woman.

This one was odd though, Medusa thought. Besides the fact that she kept talking to herself. Most of her attackers tried to charge her with their weapons, screaming like an idiot before getting buried. But Tally rarely drew her sword at all, only taking it out to deflect a rock too close for dodging. And whenever she got within striking range, she'd simply try to grab Medusa. It was almost like she wasn't trying to kill her. She was such a sweetie.

A sweetie who had just tried to touch her cheek and got bitten by her snake-hair for the trouble. "Augh!" Tally backed off to glanced at the fang marks on her arm. "Those...those were actual snakes? I thought you just had a unique hairstyle..."

"Oh, you wouldn't believe how unique I am, sweetie." Medusa slithered slowly toward her prey, swaying her hips hypnotically. "Now, why don't you just come to Mommy and let me take care of you - oh!"

And at that moment, Medusa learned the most important rule of gloating: don't do it unless you can get away with it. Because Tally had taken the opening to grab her by the hip with her other arm.

White-hot, searing pleasure roared through Medusa's body, starting from her hip and that wonderful hand as it worked its way down to the tip of her tail. "What...how are you...aaaaahhh!" Slited pupils rolls back as Tally began caressing the rest of her body, and the pinprick fireworks of her skin went off in ways Medusa never knew they could. Her hand came to lie on her right breast, groping tightly through the fabric of her dress, and it all came crashing to a head.

She came.

She'd just touched her, and she came.

She came and a million new thoughts filled Medusa's mind. She imagined herself as Tally's blushing bride - no, more than that, her loving ****, happy and willing to do anything for her Mistress. She'd cook her meals, she'd clean floors with her tongue, she'd whore herself out just to get a fleeting glimpse of her smile.

And as a tally mark tattoo magically appeared on the hip where Tally had first touched her, her entire worldview was reshaped by a single, shattering truth: whatever happened, she was Tally's now.

Tally panted like a tired dog, exhausted and not quite sure what had happened. Last minute: she was fighting for her life amid stones and snake bites. This minute: she might have just gotten her first harem girl. "Can...can you hear me?"

Medusa had easily a foot on Tally, but she looked down at her with the utmost reverence. "Yesssss..." she said, still groggy.

"You...you serve me now. You serve me and you're going to help me stop your sisters."

Medusa grinned madly. "Oh yessssss...."

"Is your snake hair poisonous?"

"Noooooo...."

"Ohthankgods - I mean, uh...good. So why don't you help bandage me up. And let's...get to know each other."