No stone can change her love for her, and no Angry Goddess can come in between to a love that was written in stone.
This is the Tale of Medusa and her Lover, unbeknownst to man. A love that was burried deep within.
No stone can change her love for her, and no Angry Goddess can come in between to a love that was written in stone.
This is the Tale of Medusa and her Lover, unbeknownst to man. A love that was burried deep within.

The Lover of Medusa

The sun was already setting down by the time that Medusa and Lyra decided to take a rest, by that time the house was already back to normal.

/"What do you want for Dinner?/" Medusa sounded exhausted but she's pushing herself for the sake of Lyra.

/"I'm not really in the mood to eat. So can we just lay down?/" She asked, Medusa was quick to move and she is already pulling Lyra back to bed, Medusa wraps her arm around Lyra and pulled her close to her.

Usually Medusa would hate the feeling of other people touching her, but when it comes to Lyra she felt at ease her alluring scent calms her nerve.

/"You smell delicious./" She whispered making Lyra laugh nervously.

/"You wouldn't eat me would you?/" Medusa smiled at her and burried her face in her soft silky hair, even the snake in her head did the same, covering their body with her own scent.

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