ANIMAL ATTRACTION
She knew the sensation well; it burned in her like fire, a familiar ache in her body that she?d experienced twice before. Twice before in the company of a harem that had locked her away, writhing against lovely feminine bodies until the sensation, bodies that wouldn?t render her swollen with child. After all, the only thing more useless than a pregnant whore was the spawn she would deliver. But Medusa was no longer a whore; she was a Madame, a Queen without the fancy title, and as such she needed to secure her position. She did not trust a man to knock her up and lay no claim to her; there were few she could think of that would not want to own her after laying their seed in her womb.
Deteste was not such a man.
His lovely little mate had given her the go ahead, and thus without an unnecessary fight to bother with, she felt no shame in finding an isolated corner in Amenti and calling for the Master. She felt no shame in the provocative way that she lounged, eyes glazed as she waited for him, hungering for him. Before she had restrained herself, locked away desires and tried to restrain her remarks due to her hopes of keeping to her word for once in her life. Now, however, she felt free to let go. She knew her smell would be obvious, knew her intentions would be obvious, and she did not care. She lifted her maw towards the sky, letting loose a sultry howl, a summons for her dear Master.
For too long she had suffered the desires of heat, and now she needed the man to put her out of her misery so to speak. Now, before she ran off and did something foolish. Medusa was a whore with control, but when it came to heat all bets were off. Perhaps at first she would be in control, but she did not believe that she would fully be able to restrain her desires upon sight of a male. A whore with control was still a whore, after all. No, she wanted to end this now, when she knew who the father would be and knew that he would not try to make her his. After all, she already belonged to Jupiter. Why would she ever need somebody else to try to own her soul, when they would never come close to being the russet queen?