It should have been just a normal day - a good day. Peter takes Harriet out to an island. But it is an island where no one ever goes, because they know of the beast, the monster, the one that lies in wait. No one returns...but maybe they are just trying to keep a private spot all to themselves too?
Peter does not heed the warnings, spending time with his love as they enjoy one another's bodies, lusts rising, coming together in rough, juddering strokes. Oh, they want one another, but how long will they get with each other before Medusa slithers out of her hiding place?
She does not take kindly to strangers on her island, after all, and is keen to add to her collection of statues...
Author's note: this story contains consensual sex between human characters, who are over the age of eighteen and clearly written as such in all my stories. This story contains non-consensual stoning/transformation.