Goodnight, Sleeptight, Don't let the dead bite
09-25-2013, 08:37 PM
Somebody had dared to call for her love, her sun, her soul to do battle. Medusa?s teeth gnashed together as she made haste for the battlefields, tail lashing behind her angrily as she approached. The midnight mistress still looked very much like a nursing mother; a heavier layer of fat ruining her swiftness, her teats hanging still, but she did not really care. Despite her initial thought that seeing Jupiter bleed might be somewhat erotic, she had come to notice during the russet beauty?s death match that the serpent could not stand to see her sun in danger. Especially in incidences where Medusa could not help her mate.
?Tear him apart, my love. I?ve eaten stronger things than him,? she jested, hoping to get the male riled him and distracted from his fight. If she could not do battle for her lover, she would do her best to give her an advantage. Nonetheless, the moonlight mistress parked herself onto the Earth, eyes peeled on the fight. Destroy him, or I will she thought. There was no doubt in her mind that Jupiter would bring this idiot into line, although she was also hoping to stain herself with his blood. Oh, she would teach this man and any other just who they were messing with when they messed with Ludicale. Medusa was beyond morality, after all, and she didn?t mind removing a few body parts. She was the moon, after all, and what was she without the sun? What was she if she allowed her lover to get hurt?
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