My last girl was practice for the real thing baby

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there were.. unprecedented changes in him. hidden away and tucked down for him to see at night: all the things he tried to keep quiet and contained. but nights like these, when he slept in his den alone on the barren terrain.. he missed having someone. so busy with his agendas and spreading the bloodline, he kept relaying a sense of direction to himself. ideas that he tried to make sense of. yet there had been a truth he tried to cover up as the days went on. seeing medusa in a different light. finding his eye trickle down her slender form more than usual. and sometimes trying to find reasons to speak to her. could she tell?
a part of him wanted to hide it all and deny such a thing. the guilt of widow creeping his mind for a second. but defiance settled it tonight, and with a whip of his tail he set off to find the queen's den. he had something to say after all this time. choosing to make known his new feelings to her. however she took them was fine.. but he wanted to voice it nonetheless. he expected to gain nothing for it, but he was a fool to try.
he found her densite finally as he approached unsure of whether slept inside or not. "Medusa? May I.. speak with you?" here goes everything.