"Ugh... nearly an entire decade and the village elders still see me as little more than your hostage even now. Took what... five... for them to even let me inside those walls that rejected me. I don't like going there, Ophie, not without you by my side. Acoustics are better here, hehe, I can hear your kisses echoing against stone and hissing snakes that serenade me so sweetly..." Ysalia huffs, the 28 year old human laying atop inhuman spouse as the serpent curls herself around opposing pillars and sways centimetres from the ground. The Gorgon Ophidia has her arms around the blind girl's belly with those fingers laced to keep her favourite thing held steady in rocking motion. 

"That's where you're wrong, dear girl, who ever said you stopped being my hostage? Helplessly mine until death parts us so rudely. It only means we have to make the most, hmm?" In all her life, the ancient creature does not think she has ever felt so happy, having lived with this unlikely companion for nine and a half years already and only come to grow more attached. "I'm truly happy that you are once again able to spend time with your own kin, those children you used to impress with flowers are grown up now yes? Human lifespan is a thing to behold, it makes me feel awfully static."

Ysalia appears to be placated in her huff, smiling bright and turning to lay on her stomach, admiring the face of the woman she rests upon even if she can't see it. Hands reach out and confirm her suspicion. "You always blush when I smile, it's indecently wholesome for a feral beast. I won't tell anyone that you're really just my miss monster, they wouldn't believe me if I did! The elders are happy enough with the current arrangement at least, considering you safe enough to keep alive while I still draw breath. Just gives me however many years I have left in me to ensure they actually trust you when air no longer reaches me..."

"You're beginning to talk like me, Ysalia. Don't waste your best years on a lost cause, not on my account... I want you to be happy, okay?" Ophidia cannot deny that the rumours of a blush may hold water so she changes the subject swiftly. 

The human giggles, leaning down to wrap her arms around the hammocking snake's neck and speak into it shyly. "That's okay, I love the way you talk so I don't mind you rubbing off on me. Your words gave me flowers, remember? Not just your words, but sweet, colourful kisses too. Give me some more and I won't chastise you too much for thinking that I'm throwing away my happiness for the sake of yours. It's not true, they're the same happiness. Even when I'm no longer around, if you're happy it means I am too, see?" The girl links her fingers into Ophidia's and their wedding rings kiss. "I... really love you. Kiss me, with teeth." 

Ophidia uncoils from the pillars and drops onto the ground, her body curling up as she holds Ysalia close and plunges into a kiss. Their fingers still laced, Ysalia tightens hers and grips the other's palm when those snakes masquerading as hair begin to gently nip across her topless body. Relaxing into the kiss despite the sharp sting, Ysalia thanks Ophidia with her tongue. That forked tongue that overpowers her mouth even after a decade of duelling, melting her like a painkiller that has those bites a distant dream. Nails dig into Ophidia's palm and the woman bears it gladly, thankful that the human's are filed compared to her own sharp claws. 

The two pull away for breath and Ophidia admires the drunken lust present on her wife's face, that venom working its way into her body all too quickly as the serpent's trance takes hold. "What shall I have you see this time?" The mocking Medusa laughs, holding the human's head up by her chin, those digging nails finally becoming loose.

Ysalia begins to float weightlessly in those comforting coils, her body moving in light, giddy jig. "Only you... only you... hehe..." The human pants, those tiny lacerations all feeling so good to her now, the sting of true love! They tingle and throb, serpent's liquid trance dancing a fine waltz with her blood and jauntily making their way up to her sagging head. 

"Foolish... isn't that already the case?" Sharp claws run up the girl's neck and frame her face with a gentle squeeze. The human giggles and drools when her cheeks are pushed in, those cloudy eyes of hers crossing before she catches herself and giggles again. Then they roll. 

"Kiss me... please?" A request from the nearly mindless girl, Ophidia knows it comes from somewhere deep and honest, the venom makes people speak their mind. Of course Ysalia says this constantly while awake, but not so demurely that she lets out short little breaths of warm air with every word. Breath that tickles up Ophidia's own neck and entices her soul. The serpent squeezes her wife inside of those coils and her nipping snakes whip out again, kissing with teeth. When Ysalia begins to lose herself in pleasure, rocking her hips into that constriction she faces, Ophidia can only laugh and blame the human for such a foolish request. 

"You're my hostage, remember? I'm going to make you writhe and squirm in my coils all night dear. Unable to reach down and give yourself the relief you need, forced to thrash and moan as I make you finish with just my kisses. The soft ones and the sharp ones, we know well what you like." Licking her lips, the Gorgon drops Ysalia's face and the human's head rolls down into her chest, groaning and giggling at the very same time. She was such a wholesome girl when they first met, a fresh thing of 19 who had never kissed a boy. Well, she still hasn't. 

Kisses and bites, kissing bites and biting kisses, all assail a happy Ysalia as the girl sees only Ophidia. Lazily, in trance, the human works her way to a well earnt climax and collapses in a sweaty heap atop her wife's loving spiral. Her mind spins as the arousal drips from between parted legs. Time for some much needed aftercare, thinks the sheepish snake when she sees just how many teeth marks the girl now wears. Adorably bitten, just as badly as she is smitten. "You're such a mess, love." With a sly grin, the Gorgon rubs her fingers against Ysalia's sex in loving circles. "I'll work the venom out the fun way, I'd ask you to sit still but even as deep as you are I don't see that being a command you can comply with~

"I-I love... being a mess for you." Ysalia lifts her tired hips into those sharp fingers, delighted at that touch every time it greets her. Back in the village, she had never heard about girls who loved other girls, it was a topic laughed off as strange. Not exactly frowned upon, not openly at least, but it clearly led to an alienation of sorts. That's the least of her problems now, so she indulges this passion she learnt through touch and voice and kindness freely. "I'm petrified by you, Ophie." 

"So cute... ah, don't move too much or you'll start bleeding... did you break trance, or are these more honest thoughts come to surface?" 

"I'm always under serpent's trance, I'm your hostage."

"Yeah. I love you too, girl."