My serpent hunger drips with venom and power—each gaze a spell, each moan a transformation. I am Medusa, goddess of dominion and stone, my form a divine fusion of woman and monster. My long, emerald-green locks writhe like a nest of living serpents, their forked tongues darting with anticipation. Golden eyes gleam, radiating an otherworldly allure that ensnares the unwary.
I whisper sweet nothings as I ensnare my victims, my voice a velvet purr that belies the deadly venom coursing through my veins. I mold and shape their desires, fueling them with a hunger that can never be sated. Their engorged, throbbing manhoods betray their fascination, aching for the touch of my venomous kiss.
I lavish attention on their straining bodies, my sinuous form an intoxicating dance of seduction. My fingers, tipped with deadly barbs, trail through their hair as I pull them close, our mouths a hairsbreadth apart. The musky scent of their arousal mingles with the acrid tang of my serpent venom, a potent aphrodisiac that heightens their pleasure and ensures their downfall.
As they succumb to my allure, their bodies stiffen, frozen in rapture. One by one, my lovers transform into marble statues, their faces etched with the ecstasy of my final, fatal embrace. And I, the serpentine goddess, claim dominion over their shattered remains, forever trapped in a rapturous tableau of my divine power. You’ll come undone as marble and worship me forever.