Snowforest Taiga mangosteen

Medusa did not know what to expect. Certainly not him crawling atop her! Her lips peel back, until she finds that this warms her further—then the lines of her muzzle smooth, and she deduces that this one knew what to do where the other did not.

So she had been wrong—it hadn’t been dreamboat dreamer. It was tall dark and handsome. And that was fine, this was fine. He gave to her the very thing she had been desiring, and Medusa, who hated to be touched by just anyone, reveled in it then. 

It was elation like she had never known. Close to euphoria, he brought her up to some sort of stairway—up and up and up! Oh, Gods, she saw the light, it was right there… but it all stopped, frustratingly just short of it, except maybe not, what did she know? 

Her breathing was labored, and she sagged against the man who had made her believe in her Gods.