Her hips buck up off the ground as his lips brush against her sensitive skin. "Mhmm," she moans, arching into him further. "That's it." She reaches down to run her fingers through his hair, guiding his head lower as he continues to tease and pleasure her. Her breath comes faster now, shallower, as the sensations wash over her in a wave of pleasure.

With every touch, with every moan, she loses more of her control, falling deeper under his spell.

Her body tenses as he touches her so intimately, his hands and mouth moving over her with such expertise that she can't help but arch into him. Her head falls back against the hard concrete floor, a low groan escaping her lips as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Oh God," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "You're incredible."

Her hands fumble blindly for purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she loses herself to the sensations coursing through her body.

For a moment, Medusa felt something warm spread through her chest at his words. It was strange, this feeling... this desire to be close to someone who wasn't afraid of what she was, or what she could do. Maybe there really was more to him than met the eye... maybe he truly did see past her snakes and into her soul.

As they lay together in the grass, their bodies pressed against each other, Medusa allowed herself a small smile. Perhaps, just perhaps, this wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She knew what he was asking... she knew where this would lead. But somehow, it didn't matter anymore. "We should," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let's go."

Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she listens to him speak; his words send a thrill through her body. "Well then," she says in that husky tone of hers, "why don't we find out what else might happen tonight?" With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she leans forward once more and presses their lips together in a passionate kiss. Her tongue darts out to tease his mouth open as she moans softly against his lips.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels him against her; his arousal pressing into her stomach sends a jolt of desire through her body. "Ahh," she groans, arching her back slightly to press herself even closer against him. Her free hand reaches up to tangle in his hair, holding him steady as their tongues dance together in a frenzy of need and want.

Her other hand slides down between them, teasing at the bulge in his pants until she finds what she's looking for.

As their relationship deepens, Paul decides to take Medusa to see his true passion in life: his sheep. He leads her through the countryside, pointing out each ewe and ram with pride as he tells stories of their births and adventures. To Medusa's surprise (and slight disappointment), she finds herself rather charmed by these fluffy creatures too.

"They're quite cute," she admits reluctantly, crouching down to pet one of the sheep that approaches her nervously. "

Paul looks up at her with a warm smile. "I love them dearly," he says simply. "They're like my children."

She snorts softly at this, glancing around at the flock surrounding them. "Well then, Paul...Cy...you should bring your children to meet their godmother sometime." She winks playfully as she stands back up, dusting off her skirt.