I SPEND MONEY ON THE REGULAR MIRACLES
She was worn out, exhausted. Medusa had not rested much over the past few days, too consumed by the labor of her travels and duties to even think of such a thing. Today she found herself resting in the caves, not quite to her new home but too tired to bother arriving there. Instead she had found the best shelter possible, resting her weary body inside. Her wounds were not healing as fast due to the diligence, open and sore and probably in need of attention that she could not provide due to the position of her injuries. All the travel, all the stress, it left her very much tired. She had not had the role for very long, and yet she found herself tired of it already. Medusa was not going to give it up, of course, but she much preferred a care-free life where she could flirt and fuck and not give a damn. Now, however, she?d brought herself into the world of war and alliances. It was much more stressful, much less fun, but if she wanted to build the best world possible for her dear Jupiter it was entirely necessary. Perhaps, once she had a few more members and a more secure foot in this entire ordeal, she would manage to get away for a little while. Maybe she?d find a few suitable members and be able to fuck away the stress and exhaustion. Oh, she couldn?t wait. But it was much too early for her to think of such things, and thus she was currently only concerned with his heavy her body felt. |