Her lips brushed against Medusa's. Not innocently or kindly, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding as their lips grasped against each other's, pressing harder onto each other as they fought into the night in a battle of lust. Wanting more.
Desiring more. And at that moment for Medusa had never seen Thalia as perfect as was at that moment, needing more as if some carnal desire inside her had awoken, driving her to need more. As if the Forest Queen's touch was essential, something she could not live without for any longer.
Thalia quickly escaped the tender lips of Medusa's kiss "T-thank you" she panted out in ecstasy, leaving the Queen of the Forest to ask "For what?"
"For being you," she whispered into her ear before pulling her back in, desperate for more. Maybe time stopped when her lips met hers, but the flutter only intensified. Medusa's heart pounded in her chest as her knees got weaker. She could only focus on how soft she felt against her mouth, how addictively she invaded all her senses.
Their fingers caressed each other's skin as if afraid a heavier touch would break the heady magic. They became one, one mind with one goal and purpose, each utterly drunk with love for the other. The feelings they had kept had been clothed in the lie of friendship and safety, the truth was that both of them couldn't bear to keep it in. As do the December Winds in winter come rushing in, so did all their passion, all their lust for one another.
Thalia's heart kept beating faster and faster as Medusa's white face came up to her own. She knew that as she kissed her love, she would have forever wed her unutterable visions to her perishable breath, her mind would never romp again like the mind of Zeus. Listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. At her lips’ touch, she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
Thalia slowly began to drop her hand onto Medusa's thigh, slowly stroking it as she went closer and closer down to her vagina, until she went down to her clitoris, both massaging and rubbing it ever so slightly, making sure the Queen of the Forest would beg for more
"More..." Medusa panted out as she pleaded for more.
"Hm? Oh, what was that? I didn't hear you..." Thalia whispered into her ear, smirking as she heard the soft moans of Medusa, making sure to go as slow as possible, wanting to hear her little squeals and begs of pleasure
"I-I said m-more..." she panted out, letting out her little cries of passion and looked at Thalia, a practically demanding look on her face as she started to rub slower, and slower, and slower.
You see Dear Reader, well Thalia was the kindest soul you'd ever meet, just her presence radiated a warm friendly aura that could turn even the cruelest men into potentially something, well a little sweeter.
However, it was important to remember that our darling little Princess, was certainly quite the mistress in bed. Deemed as a carnal lady of passion back in her kingdom, she could break even the toughest of women, cold and aloof at first, they'd all keep coming back for more, desperate for punishment, unfortunately, they were ever hardly let back in, much due to the King's orders and so the Princess became known as a rebirth, yet despite all the breakings, no one could care to dare hate the Sweet Princess, kind to even the meanest of souls.
"What a shame... She doesn't even reply" smirked Thalia, as she rubbed a little faster, feeling as it got wetter and wetter by the second, demanding for more "Wanna know what happens to little sluts who don't follow orders?" she asked, curious to feel Medusa's reaction to what she was saying,
She certainly wasn't going to complain about the response she was getting, if anything it was fairly better than she had expected. How quaint... Thalia always did think that the Queen of the Forest would put up more of a hassle herself, looks like not. If anything were to be said about Medusa is that she simply stayed mesmerized in both shock and admiration, craving for more.
"Mhm, that's right... Little sluts who don't obey their mistress's get... Well... You'll see." Thalia grinned, removing her hand from down under, running it over Medusa's hard body as she put the fingers into her mouth, making her lick what she had squirted out
"Oh you like that don't you, my little slut?" she teased as she slowly removed the fingers from her mouth, cleaning them up on her "Now... Time for your punishment shall we?" she smirked, putting a hand around her throat and started to choke her, loving the way she squirmed as the Princess choked tighter.
Not to say that Medusa wasn't enjoying herself cause... Well, for quite some time now she wanted nothing less than to be choked by Thalia as she pegged her onto the bed, well to be choked and loved but both could apply
As she let go of Medusa's throat, Thalia practically flung herself onto the lips of the Stone Cold Killer, needing more as a carnal beast inside her had awakened, not backing down until its desires and needs had been satisfied, a selfish lover perhaps, but one that cared for its partner and turned everything away to satisfy lustful and erotic desires
Letting go of her grasp on the Princess's lips holding onto Thalia's soft thighs with her muscly biceps as she brought herself closer to them, spreading her legs open as she stuck out her tongue and brought herself closer, begging lick what she had longed dto see and admired for so long.
"No. I'm doing that," Thalia said, stopping Medusa in the almost near-completed process as she let go of her thighs at a quick nod as Thalia herself sat up and grabbed the toned, muscly thighs of the Queen of the Forest, nothing less than perfection. Thalia stuck out her tongue and put it inside, matching perfectly as if a perfect piece to a perfect puzzle had fit in, almost as if they were two imperfect pieces, designed for a perfect image.
Now Dear Reader, while to your disappointment, I must insist that we leave the girls alone, no? After all, even characters of stories and myths require some sort of privacy, don't they? Of course, I can say that they did it again. And again. And again. And again. And so many more times this simple day that even those who are addicted to lust and passion could find themselves impressed by what the girls had done.
But well, could you blame them? After all, the Princess and Medusa had abstained for so long, desires from within them had come long ago as the milky night does to the world. Yet, of course, they always held back. For Medusa, it was her fear of getting hurt all over again, Thalia had made her feel amazing after years of suffering, of eternal desire as she pieced herself back together, Thalia had helped with that and she owed a debt she could never repay, except for in love.
And well, maybe a few tagenites. After all, they were delicious, weren't they?
And well Thalia always knew, from the day she had stranded out on the beach, and from the night they danced. They defied the rules and loved a monster, and that monster loved her right back.
Yet was she truly a monster? If so, she was the most human of them all. A kind soul who could feel love. For to truly be human, you must first know what pain is like. And perhaps for a few moments, Medusa truly was a monster. Locking her soul out of her heart as she vowed to never love again, do never feel again.
That was the only promise she'd end up breaking. To both herself and Thalia.
The Princess set her soul free as they came closer together. If anything, letting her heart feel again was probably Medusa's biggest mistake, after all, she would know what pain was again. No pain would come from Thalia of course, but only of her own self-doubt, of her hatred, she could only blame herself for her problems really
But they'd get through them together, after all, they were partners in passion, weren't they? In passion, crime, and life. Love is a many eternal thing, a thing that truly all of us can feel. Regardless of romance, or not. After all, what good is a life without having to anything or even anyone to love?
"T-that was a-amazing..." Medusa panted out as they lay in bed together, facing each other, Medusa longing to come closer to the Princess as she looked her in the eye, covered in cum, sweat, and maybe a few tears of joy.
"Y-yeah it was... You're s-so awesome and beautiful and hot and perfect..." Thalia ranted out, amazed by what she had just experienced, possibly the best physical experience she had... Well EVER had.
Their lovemaking would go down as myth and legend, for every time they made their passion, they rocked the world along with it. Muses would sing eternally of their lust as did the Gods, jealous, yet well fascinated and impressed. Artemis and Apollo themselves knew who their favorite follower was.
In life, we must find something to cling onto. Even the smallest things can change to be the most important. But find love, Dear Reader. Regardless of what type, love gives life meaning, love is a plant of the most tender kind, that shrinks and shakes with every ruffling wind, a disease of the worst kind, where the patients declare themselves sick and refuse any treatment.
The world is a sick, corrupted place of misery. A place of cruelness and the vilest of men. Yet love, it sparks hope. It lights the darkest shadows and turns to innocence, even the darkest of people.
Love is the master key that unlocks the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and most easily of all, the gate of fear. A disease and disease knows no laws.
Yet it is pure. Love finds itself, an innocent soul in a place of death and attempts to make the world a kinder place.
For better, or for worse
Lovers are flames that breathe all the more deeply for being closer together; it is then they shine brighter, both within and upon one another, becoming a source of light and love in the world, showering sparks of chaos into the dark. And as they embraced each as the sunset came, covering the word with the darkest shadows of the Earth, they didn't dare let go.
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