DnD Sex Edition

Medusae are humanoids with a nest of snakes for hair. While they are commonly portrayed as women, medusae can be of any humanoid gender (and any nationality, for that matter). Their numbers seem to heavily skew to female at birth, however, as a medusa who mates with a human produces only female medusae and the offspring of a male (maedar)/female (medusa) pairing only has a 1% chance of producing a maedar (source). While the medusa/maedar pairing may be mated for life, when a medusa mates with any other humanoids, that humanoid often dies quickly thereafter due to the petrifying gaze for which the species is known. Odds are high that our adventurous PC would encounter an unmated medusa who may be very open to mating. 

The medusa moves forward on graceful feet. Her feet are the only thing you are comfortable watching, but surely the rest of her is as comely as her feet. “So,” a low, feminine voice speaks. “You’ve come to try and assist me with making more of my kind? Yet, you cannot even look at me, can you? Tell me, do you fear strong women such as myself?” She has a slight emphasis on each S sound when she speaks. Her voice is low and even despite the mocking words. You raise your gaze to her robes, but still keep your eyes downcast. The body beneath those robes seems to be lithe and strong. The skin of her hands appears smooth and soft. 

Performance check to see if the PC can do the tube snake boogie the medusa (DC 10).

On a success: The medusa gives a soft sigh, seemingly disappointed by your unwillingness to look at your would-be lover. “Well, at least let me see what we’re working with,” she says, gesturing her elegant hands towards your trousers. You quickly move to follow her wishes and start to remove them. 

“Ssstroke yourssself for me,” she commands, her speech pattern becoming more pronounced. You grip your cock firmly and begin to stroke in bold strokes. Her robes have a lowered neckline and her breasts form a sensuous curve. “It’sss a ssshame you cannot look at me. I’m told I’m quite ssstunning.” On the word stunning, strong fingers lift your chin and you meet the beautiful green eyes of the medusa. 

Your cock hardens to the point of pain and your hand falls away, but the pressure does not ease. If anything, the pressure starts to spread. Your hips and legs are frozen. The medusa pushes you backwards and you topple like a felled tree, unable to stop yourself. She gathers her robes up and settles over your rock hard cock. You’d groan from the sight alone of her using your body but your lungs turn to stone and your awareness fades to darkness.

The PC is permanently turned to stone. The party can avoid fighting the medusa.   

On a fail: You firmly direct your gaze back to her feet. She notices your efforts to avoid her gaze and gives a displeased hiss. “What good is a lover who cannot risk even the smallest glance? I don’t mate with cowards.” Watching her feet gives you one significant advantage, however. You can tell when her weight shifts to a fighting stance. 

Initiate combat.