ISCARIOT
Babysit, follow, same difference. Medusa didn?t mind how he wrapped it up pretty, to her it meant the same thing. Either way she would have somebody to guide her, somebody to keep her from going crazy with her rules. Did she want to start a harem for a pack? The thought was entirely tempting, but in fact she did not. No, instead she had in mind a neutral pack, one that fought for peace and for the ability to live however the fuck they wanted to live. Nonetheless, there was something about Deteste that made her trust, a feat which was not easy. Medusa was a woman who was cynical and suspicious by nature, prone to questioning and doubting. But she didn?t doubt a word that fell from the Sol?s lips, and she couldn?t help but think that Jupiter had done well when picking him for her secondary alpha. He was able to comfort her at least somewhat, but it did not help calm her nearly enough. Would the members of Ludicael stop her from throwing herself in the way of Newt?s jaws in order to save her useless whelps? Would they be able to guard her in her sleep? Would they be able to take on the wrath that Jupiter and Medusa had brought upon them? Would they desert after realizing the war that the two women had brought upon their home? Time would tell. ?They are not me,? she reiterated. Deteste?s offer made her head nod, supposing it was most generous. The serpent was not used to such kindness, but she would not turn it away. Despite her victory, she was no war mongerer. No, she was a woman well aware of her body?s capabilities, talented perhaps, but she did not hunger for a battle like some might. If she could avoid one, she would. ?Quite the gentleman,? she teased. She shivered when he pressed a lick to her forelimb, finding it somewhat difficult to restrain herself. Perhaps if she wasn?t so concerned about Jupiter she might have pressed forward with advances, but she simply couldn?t in the moment. Thoughts of a beautiful, broken russet body did not make her want to fuck, didn?t make her want to do anything but wait and worry. He noted then that he would kill all challengers, a thought that she kept in store. . ?An assassin?? she inquired, intent to place a label upon this male as she had to most things in her life. His joke made her chuckled darkly, knowing that if Newt were to come again they would be prepared. She allowed him to continue his healing in silence, watching him, feeling a lust and an urge that weren?t entirely foreign to her. She wanted him, and perhaps it was then that the seed of an idea were planted. . ?You make me look like an angel,? she joked, and it was then that she saw her, her sun, her love. Oh she looked a mess but she was there, she was alive, and Medusa was quick to try to pull away from Deteste. She didn?t know why she felt so compelled but she leaped for Jupiter, almost as if trying to tackle her before stopping short, the pain in her left leg making her hiss. Her neck also stung, and she realizing that perhaps the movement had not been the smartest idea. She pressed closer, seeking to deliver heated kisses to Jupiter?s chin, a sign of submission and affection. ?My sun,? she said, passionate, sounding very childish, so very needy and clingy. . ?Oh my sweet, what a mess we have made,? she spoke, but there was no remorse in her voice. The only regret she had was putting Jupiter in danger, but now that her lover had returned, battered but not dead, she would not feel guilt or disappointment. Together, they would be a force to be reckoned with. Together, they would slay enemies. Together, they would craft the world how Jupiter saw fit. |