Medusa: Fate's Game

Chapter 17

~~Author's Note~~

The following chapter is meant for fun, not to be taken overly seriously. I just felt like writing a lot of silly sex including these characters, so I decided to write a whole chapter dedicated to it. For those who read Medusa: Fate's Game for the story, you may want to forgo this optional chapter. For those interested in the sex, hopefully this chapter will provide an arousing read.

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~~Medusa~~

Wine! So much wine. Wine everywhere.

The sun had just set, and the only source of light was the twinkling of stars along the plaza floor of their new home, and the flickering fires on the walls of the corner room. Everyone had come to her room corner, and the six of them sat around in a circle. Amphora jars were lined up, everyone had a big cup in hand — except for Chimera of course, immune as he was — and everyone was drinking.

Her especially. They'd only been in their new home a week, but had never taken the time to properly toast their new abode. Permanent, temporary, she didn't know, but it deserved a night full of wine. And she was determined to get at least as drunk as last time, if not far more so.

"How'd you get all this?" Otrera said.

"Well." Gallea hopped up, and started wandering around the room, hooves a little uneven. Already a bit tipsy. "Trade has started up in full, and one of the trade ships had a lot of wine on it. I noticed the two tradesmen eyeing my wife, so we... had some fun." The satyr grabbed a couple jars and started to drag them toward their circle.

Medusa gasped. "You... two strangers? ... two men?"

Pinna nodded, giggled, and raised her cup as Gallea poured her more. No one was holding back tonight, especially not her satyr friends.

"Just last night." Her friend winked at her, and downed her cup before holding it out for more.

Blushing, Medusa took one of the jars, and started to drink it. She was so much bigger than her little satyr friends, she needed a lot to feel the same effects. But felt them she did, and she giggled to mirror Pinna.

"I don't think Darian would appreciate other men fighting for room in the bed," she said.

The man nodded, sipped his wine, and pat her scales. "Probably not. Unless I was very drunk." He blinked down at his cup, then gave Medusa a grin, one of his mischievous grins that made her laugh.

"It's not for everyone," Pinna said, "but Gallea and I have been a social couple for years." The satyr smiled into her cup before sliding a little closer to Otrera. "Having six pairs of hands on you, touching you, opening you up? Three... everything, on you, in you?"

Otrera put out a hand and placed it on the oncoming satyr's face before pushing her away. Pinna fell back onto her butt, and giggled all the more. Such a lovely sound, it made Medusa giggle to hear it. Otrera made more of a chuckling, manly sound, even as she got drunk right along with them.

"I do happen to know what that's like," the Amazon said. "Too much time spent managing limbs to really enjoy it, I find."

Pinna shook her head, and pointed at Gallea. "You let your man take care of ordering who to go where. You're supposed to lay down and let them do all the work, in that scenario!"

Medusa erupted into laughter, and started drinking again. Every time they got together like this, the conversation always came to sex; which she liked. It just meant that every time it turned her into a blushing mess. Not that she was shy about it, not like before, but Pinna and Otrera always managed to paint such lewd imagery that her mind wandered, and she found herself glancing down at her lover a lot.