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Everyone in the village had called him crazy. But what was there to lose? If he didn't make it, others would try someday and they might succeed, or they might fail like they all had so far. Maybe he could break the cycle, chances were he couldn't and he would fail, but that was okay. All they had given him was a blindfold and a dagger. Thinking about it now, it was foolish to have volunteered, he had none of the characteristics of the former warriors that tried. He wasn't a warrior. But that was okay too. He was near the summit now. The climb had been relatively easy, smooth, large stone steps traveled the whole way up, and he had only stumbled a few times on the way up. He could tell he was close to the top now, the winds were stronger up here than down below. He doubted they could get much stronger than this. He covered his face with his arms and pressed on forwards.

Fighting with the winds and trying not to stumble, he continued his ascent for a few minutes, until, suddenly, there was nothing. No more howling of the winds, but the crackling of torches filled the air instead. He was at the entrance now. There was a long hiss, that echoed through the rocks of the mountains, before a serpentine voice rang out.

"Ssso they sssent another to die for this sseason. Come mortal, let us do battle, for your glory and honour!"

There was a long rasping echo among the rocks. She was mocking him for sure. He took the blindfold from his pocket and wrapped it around his eyes. This was it then. He was oddly calm, considering how doomed he was. The gods would surely have his soul today. But it mattered not. He heard a chuckle.

"What's thiss? You plan to kill me when you cannot sssee me?"

The man replied quietly, readying the dagger in his hand.

"They all depended on their sight, the ones who came here before. I have learned not to."

There was no reply, but he heard something from up above him on the rocks. The slightest vibration of loose rocks, a slithering, followed by the tightening and stretching of something wooden. He side stepped to the whoosh of an arrow as it struck where he was standing just seconds before. Had he stayed put the arrow would have found itself in his head. There was another creak as a bow was drawn back, and he sidestepped again, the arrow missing it's target.

There was a hiss, and a pause from the bow being drawn back again.

"Impressssive mortal. But how do you expect to fight me when you can't sssee me?"

The man chuckled slightly.

"I was hoping to bore you so that you could come down from your perch, and fight me like the warrior you supposedly are!"

He heard what sounded like the bow being tossed onto the rocks, and what followed next was likely the quiver.

"Have it your way mortal."

There was a slithering echo among the rocks, and he couldn't tell where the monster was. That changed when there was a large thud on a patch of sand near by. She must have been big to make a thud like that. Without warning, there was a sound of something tearing through the air, and he rolled onto his stomach under what passed over him. Coming up from his roll, he slashed, hitting something, getting a gasp followed by a sharp hiss. The beast wasted no time in her recovery, raking the air with her claws. He heard them coming, and dodged again, but she caught him on one of his shoulders. His shirt made for poor armour, and in no time he felt a stinging pain where the beast had got him.

He took the offensive now, slashing forwards with his dagger, but he was tripped by her tail knocking his feet out from under him. He rolled again, narrowly avoiding being crushed by her tail. He was up on his feet again. The rocks and sand stung in his wound. There was more of that rasping laughter again.

"You are a quick one mortal, but you are clearly not a warrior! Why have you doomed yourself ssso?"

He was going to say something in retort, but sidestepped as she took a swing at him, and ducked as she followed up with another. He backed away, but his foot caught on a rock and he fell backwards. This was it then for sure. He tried. At least he made it that far. She was over him in a moment, placing her tail over his legs, pinning him.

"You are a curiousss one mortal, but I grow tired of this game you play. It is time for you to see your godss."

She reached down, her hands falling to his blindfold. Her sharp claws ripping through the materiel easily. He was stuck. Even if he closed his eyes, she would kill him anyway. Better to face death with your eyes on it than closing them shut and trying to run away. He kept them open as those bright yellow eyes fell upon his. He could feel her breath on his face, her body pressing down on his as she gazed into his eyes. There was a warmth as she lay pressed over top of him. Her skin felt tough and leathery in some spots, scaly in others. There was an unnerving amount of time that passed before he extended his lips onto hers, locking with hers for what seemed like an eternity, as she gazed into his cloudy, dark eyes. He put a hand up to her face, feeling her smooth skin, before she broke contact with him, pushing him down and recoiling away from him. She hissed at him.

He was laughing now. She had fallen for his deception, and now she couldn't kill him like she had with so many others. He laid there, knowing what was likely to come. She had killed men with her poison before. She had crushed them to a pulp, leaving enough life in them to allow them to crawl down the mountain. And of course the ones that never made it back had been turned to stone or killed in some other way. She enjoyed making a game out of the warriors sent up here to kill her. But today she was denied something. Even more so, he had violated her in some small way. Maybe next time she would make an error when the next warrior came, remembering the day she was beaten. He laughed, waiting for the inevitable to come, whatever it was. But nothing came. There was an eerie silence at the top of the mountain. And then, there was quiet sobbing.

His laughing subsided now, as he sat there, listening to her sobs. He didn't know what to do. He was expecting to be killed as he lay there, but nothing ever came. The quiet sobs from the Gorgon still continued. He slowly got up to his feet. His dagger was lost somewhere on the ground. He wouldn't use it anyway. These were the sobs of someone, or something, who was hurt, hurting bad. These were the sobs he had made so long ago, when his eyes were lost to darkness. His family had left him. His work could no longer be done. He had good looks, a family, and was relatively successful, and then, in one fell swoop, it was all lost. He was alone in the dark, with no one to help him, no one caring for him. Any money he had left was wasted on fools cures and alcohol. Deep down inside, he knew why he had climbed this mountain today, armed with nothing but a cheap dagger. He had nothing left to lose. No one would miss the blind beggar in town. He approached her slowly now, before he was suddenly picked up by her tail wrapping around his waist. He did not struggle as he was lifted off the ground, his face coming near hers gain. Her warm breath blew across his face again, and he could tell she was angry, deep breathes coming and going out of her flared nostrils, her voice crackled with that sad anger he had felt so long ago. She wanted to yell and scream, it was practically all welling up in her throat, but if she did, she would only sob more.

As he was held there, he came to a realization. There was something almost irresistibleirristableabout her now. This monster, this vile being, the killer of so many over the centuries, was suddenly in a different light. He leaned forward making contact with her lips again. He put both hands up, wiping the tears away from her cheeks. Her face felt flawless, like it was carved from marble by the perfect sculptor. This time, she did not resist, opening up to him completely. She deepened their embrace, pulling him closer with her tail, her tongue pressing aggressively at his. He let her do as she pleased. Her tongue explored his, twirling completely around his several times. He continued to feel her beautiful face as she did so, with his comparatively beaten, scarred hands. Her hands came to rest gently on his face in response, making sure her claws did not dig into his skin. As if she knew he was running out of air, she parted, slowly un-twining her tongue as they separated. He panted slightly as she grabbed his hands in hers, still holding him with her tail. She was quiet now, the mocking, evil voice that was there earlier was gone.

"I haven't done that in ssooooo, very long. Thank you."

He remained silent.

She put her hand up to his face, tracing her fingers around his lips, passing it along upwards until it was over his eyes. Even her hands were perfectly smooth, perfectly sculpted. For some reason he now regretted that he hadn't cleaned himself up much before he came up here. She kissed him again briefly, gently lowering him back onto the ground and uncoiling her tail from around him.

"Go now. Leave. I will sspare you."

Everything was now flipped upside down. He fell to his knees, contemplating what was to be done. He couldn't go back down and face the village in his failure. He had intended to fail this day, and now that was not possible. He could not pick up his fallen dagger and kill her, this sad, beautiful creature. Maybe it was he that had lost again this day? There was only one thing left then. He rose to his feet shakily. He choked out quietly,

"Can you move me in the right direction? I don't know where I am anymore."

She took his hand in hers, carefully leading him along until he felt that familiar smooth stone that marked the stairway up here. She let his hand go, slithering back to her lair. He began to walk down slowly, until he stopped. As far as he could tell on the way up, these stairs were along the edge of the mountain. A fall from the path would likely be fatal. He changed direction. He began walking forward. There was little sound except for the wind as it blew among the rocks. He continued forwards, until suddenly one of his feet went a bit too far. He pulled back fast, catching his balance on the edge. This was it then. The only option. He took a deep breath, leaning forwards. For just a moment, he was weightless, his feet leaving the ground as he fell. It felt like he had already traveled far down, when something caught his foot, something scaly. For a time he simply hung there, unbelieving in what was happening.

He was pulled up, and flipped upright, still held in the air over the edge. He went limp, just hanging there. Now it was his turn to cry. He pleaded through sudden sobs, his sadness and anger suddenly unchained.

"P-p-please. Just let me go!"

He was pulled back onto solid ground, before being picked up by the Gorgon and held in her arms. They began moving, probably back to where he had fought with her. One of her hands wiped away his tears as they moved along. He couldn't help but appreciate how nice it felt on his cheeks as it brushed the tears away.

"I don't undersstand all thisss. Why?"

He chocked out,

"I can't go back to them. I was never supposed to come back to them today. I couldn't kill something as beautiful as you. It would be a crime."

There was a brief pause, and then they continued. They went on in silence for some time, before he was laid gently down onto the most comfortable bed he'd ever felt. He hadn't heard much, about the Gorgon that lived up here, but he figured she'd be living in a "dirtier" environment. The bed felt like it belonged to someone very rich. Another surprise today. He was surprised at how gentle she was with him.

"What are you doing?"

Her tail coiled around him now, as she planted another kiss on his lips. There were tears on her cheeks.

"You will sstay here with me. It wouldn't be fair for the godsss to have such a good man. They are undessserving of you. I won't let you ssuffer."

He was going to say something, but was cut off when she put a finger up to his lips.

"You desssserve sssoo much more."

He tried to say something again, but was cut off again, when she shifted, suddenly raking her claws across his shirt. He yelped out, but there were no marks in his skin left behind. Her hands found their way onto his chest, feeling their way across, her claws ever so gently trailing behind as she went along, pulling the torn remnants of his shirt with them. She traced along all his decently sculpted muscles, felt the scratches in his arm from earlier, which still stung him, when she paused briefly. He heard something being undone, and then her hands returned, this time brought up to his face as she lay gently on top of him, her warm naked body pressing against his.

She kissed him again, but this time she drew his tongue out into her mouth, urging it to explore. And so he did. She played cat and mouse with him, helping him explore. She tasted delicious! He never wanted to part from her lips again. He continued to explore, until he came across what he could guess were fangs in place of her canines. They continued to play back and forth, until she broke the kiss, both of them gasping for air. By now he was hard, pressing slightly against her stomach. She locked lips with him again, making sure to grate against his shaft every now and then, keeping him excited. His hands found their way up to her backside, as he began playing with her hair. He surprised there where no snakes. Then again, some legends were exaggerated. But she did have spines here and there, matching the length of her hair. In response she began ruffling his hair with her hands, being careful with her claws.

He explored lower, gently squeezing her neck as he went along, getting the slightest moan from her as they parted briefly again to catch their breath. When they resumed he pulled her closer, her breasts resting against his chest, his shaft pressed almost painfully against her stomach. He was hot now, being pinned by her like this. His hands went lower until they rested on her perfectly round ass. He squeezed gently, and in response, she grated against him. It was too much for him. She was perfectly sculpted, just begging to be touched, and she knew her way around men. Without warning he climaxed from it all, moaning into her mouth as he came. They parted lips, simply resting for a bit, exploring each other. Her perfect form against his beaten, aging form. If he could see he would have been looking directly into her eyes now, regardless of the consequences.

He was laying there, when she pulled back off of him. She pulled his pants down along with her, he caught just the lightest gasp from her. A couple decades ago he was the shining star of attraction, but now not so much came through with time. At least he still had this. She wasted no time at all, slipping his member into her mouth, making sure her fangs didn't puncture anything important, her agile forked tongue cleaning whatever was left from the mess before. Her tongue twisted around his member, tightening every so often, as she went deeper on him. About halfway through things got really tight as her fangs acted as wedges, but she continued, only adding to the pleasure. She slowly bobbed back and forth, her tongue tightening it's grip every now and then, winding itself around his shaft and then unwinding. As much as he wanted to to press down on her head, this was her show. Besides, at any moment this could all go sour if she wanted it to, with those fangs and all.

She kept up the pace for a while, before speeding up. He couldn't do anything but lie back in bliss as she worked away. If she kept this up, he was going to cum again, soon. She sped up now, working part of him with one of her hands, using her spit to help make things run smoothly. He was building up for another release, climbing higher, higher, until she suddenly pulled out. He gasped at the cold air, stopping just short of release. She caught up on her breath, leaving him untouched, slowly going back down. She commented,

"You're going to enjoy thissss."

He heard what sounded like two cracks, or pops, before her tongue slowly coiled around him again, getting him ready. It was maddening, and he was about to release, when she took him entirely, going all the way up to the hilt, straight down her throat. She inched forwards slowly, getting her bottom jaw around his balls. Apparently she could do the same trick snakes did to eat their food. Which felt GREAT. He was completely enveloped in her warmth, her fangs squeezing tightly against him, her tongue teasing him. He lasted only a few seconds before he came, releasing it all right down her throat. She held it there, swallowing it all until he was done, never once letting anything come up. She slowly withdrew, using her tongue to clean everything as she did, until she was done. There was a pop as she moved her jaw back into it's normal spot.

She slithered up onto the bed beside him, resting her head on his chest. His heart slowed down as she listened to it, before he finally spoke.

"That. That was amazing."

She rested her arms on his shoulders, as one of his hands fiddled with her hair again. She spoke up, almost a bit of a giggle in her voice as she said it,

"We're almossst done. Jussst one more round!"

He didn't know if he could go for one more round. Without waiting for him, she grabbed his member and began stroking it until he was hard again. She wasted no time with any foreplay, rolling over onto her back, bringing him along with her. Since she had no legs this was probably the only way they could do this, but after all the pleasure she had given him it was his turn to make her feel good while she relaxed. She guided him along, until he was just outside her entrance. He placed his tip just inside, leaving her to draw back and hiss in excitement. She was soaking from before, and warm, so very warm. But he decided not to go all the way just yet.

He pulled back a bit, and circled just outside her entrance, rubbing his member over it from time to time. She didn't say anything, just laid back, slow, lazy hisses accompanied by gasps slipped from her mouth as he teased her. He would have liked to kiss her again, but she was a fair bit bigger than him, and with him all the way down here, the only thing he could reach were here luscious breasts. That wasn't really a bad thing when he thought about it. His hands made their way up to them as he teased her, letting them gently rise and fall with her chest as she breathed, before gently grabbing handfuls of them. As a human, she would have looked like one of the gods, having the perfect figure in every aspect, but now, he dared think, she was better. Her exotic skin was intoxicating to him. It was silky smooth, yet somehow had the rough, toughness of a lizard's hide to it. He just kept on playing with them, massaging the soft warm flesh, loving the feel of it. It wasn't long before his mouth found it's way up to one of her nipples, sucking on it, and squeezing it gently between his teeth.

His assault continued as she lay back, hissing and moaning. He switched places between her breasts, trying to give equal treatment, but as time went on, he couldn't take it either. The time for teasing was over. He backed off from his teasing, and positioned himself above her entrance, slowly entering her. As if she was in a frenzy, she placed her hands over his back and pulled him in completely, taking his full length completely. The two gasped aloud at the sudden overload of pleasure, but resumed their embrace shortly. He began thrusting slowly, but she picked up the pace by bucking her hips with him, pulling him down completely every time. She wanted him to go faster, and so he did, he gave it his all for her. They were completely in harmony together, in their own special place, away from whatever woes had plagued them in their lives. He gave everything he had for her, while she matched him in tune. They were like two burning stars in the night sky, their light climbing higher and higher, until they reached their peaks. For an instant, they were one, part of everything, and then they were separate again. They both climaxed at the same time screaming out to the gods, before he collapsed on top of her from exhaustion, with her bringing him into her embrace, holding him tightly.

They stayed that way for a long time, just laying with each other in the night. She slept peacefully while he listened to the steady heartbeat in her chest. He was thinking what he would do now. The challengers would still come for her if he did not return. And if he did return, claiming her defeat, they would want proof. Maybe their union represented something. What if she took him as a sacrifice but left the village alone in return? He could return to her, stay with her as long as he wished, while the village left them alone? He left those thoughts alone for the night, focusing back to the beautiful, otherworldly being underneath him. He could never see her, but her very presence was enough for him. And maybe, he was enough for her too. He rolled off of her, moving up closer to her face, whispering to her,

"I love you."

She stirred, faint words formed in her sleep,

"I love you too."

He hugged her close, laughing for the first time in years, before he fell peacefully asleep.

He didn't even know her name. And she didn't know his. It was almost like a brand new start.

The End