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Medusa didn't know with what kind of mood she agreed to Tartarus in front of her, as if she could get some care from it.
Besides that, she did want to take this opportunity to give Perseus some peace of mind so that he wouldn't misunderstand her death and get hurt.
She didn't love Perseus in essence, not to mention that he had ruthlessly killed her in that dream future.
But all this did not really happen after all. In her changed fate, he was loyal to her, so she finally chose to forgive him. Isn't this a kind of relief for herself?
After agreeing to Tartarus' request, Medusa immediately wanted to leave and return to the earth.
She hated the deep, dark abyss and hated being imprisoned forever. Compared to the vibrant earth, this place could indeed be described as "hell."
Even if Medusa has to come back in the future when Tartarus summons her, that will be a matter for later.
But obviously, Medusa's directness and indifference hurt the emotions of Tartarus, the ancient god, which should not have appeared. She suddenly felt even colder and more painful, but without the other party's permission, she obviously could not leave this horrible place.
She subconsciously hugged Tartarus, the only source of warmth in this space, and then there was a transfer of love.
"Medusa..."
He called her name quietly, but the kiss was much more passionate than before. His slightly cool fingers caressed her soft skin, as if it was just an unconscious action, and he didn't want to go deeper.
But her body yearned for more touches, especially since Tartarus was not like Poseidon, the god of the sea, who had once brought her the most painful torture, nor was he like Perseus, who always made her feel resentful. He even played a crucial role in her revenge.
Not only that, Tartarus easily caused ripples in Medusa's calm heart. She didn't want to stay in such a place forever. She wanted to become an existence needed by humans and wanted to tell Perseus that he had obtained her forgiveness.
The more Medusa wanted, the more she was willing to trade to get what she wanted, which was not a very important thing to her in the first place, not to mention that she was not completely indifferent.
Therefore, Medusa had no rejection of Him, whether it was freedom or the abyss. She was like stepping into a trap set for her by Tartarus, but she willingly joined and even encouraged the other party's aggression.
After what seemed to him to be a very long wait, Tartarus could no longer endure. In fact, he was best at wasting time, but the temptation of Medusa made him forget everything he was good at.
He is different from those hypocritical gods. For thousands of years, Tartarus has had no other partner and has never participated in worldly disputes. But at this moment, it seems as if there is a fire burning fiercely, driving a god who is otherworldly to willingly abdicate the altar.
He knew that with Medusa's current body, she could not bear what he gave her, so this powerful and ancient god chose to let her enjoy the pleasure unilaterally. Tartarus was very good at restraint, and he could also get satisfaction from seeing her happy.
Tartarus was not completely ignorant. He thought he could remain calm, but at this moment he seemed no better than a reckless human youth. After all, the person he was mingling with was Medusa, whom he had longed for. His every move was ultimately excessive and exceeded the original limit, making him nervous and excited.
Sometimes it was a wet river rushing on the skin, nourishing everything, and sometimes it was a prairie fire, burning everything, and they all finally converged in the same place, and the end of the convergence was just the beginning. For Medusa, who felt everything, time suddenly became extremely long, even making her tender white instep suddenly tense and her expression painful.
Poseidon, the god of the sea, had done something similar to her before, but at that time she had kept her spirit in resistance and anger, pretending to be happy.
Tartarus seemed to have completely opened the shackles on her and thrown away her burdens. The original anxiety and pain were gone, and she only wanted to feel more reality.
Medusa's sobs became fragmented. In such pain and joy, she felt her body warm up unconsciously. The happiness and emotions accumulated and kept surging upwards. Right there... It must be a place more beautiful than the place where the gods live.
But although it was so close, Medusa could not reach it no matter what. She sobbed even more sadly. This was not enough for an experienced woman. Her heart was empty and lonely, and was not truly filled. Medusa tried to satisfy herself by devouring Him, but she tried her best, even though the place was wet and slippery due to the sudden rain, she could not do it.
Tartarus wanted to too, and even had to endure unspeakable pain because he had nowhere to relieve himself, but he couldn't. In the end, he couldn't bear to reject her. His slender and powerful fingers turned the clouds and rain, and finally he personally sent her to the destination she longed for.
Medusa was already sleepy when she arrived, and she didn't know what year it was, but Tartarus let her go in their tight embrace and gave her the freedom to leave.
After gradually waking up from this state of drowning, Medusa gradually regained her sanity.
Although most of her strength had disappeared, Medusa knew that she still retained control of her body. She found that she actually preferred this kind of burden-free and unrestrained pleasure. However, this did not hinder any of her decisions. Medusa still wanted to leave as soon as possible.
After experiencing it herself, Medusa realized that there were more places here worth her staying than before, but it was still not worth it for her to stay in a dark place forever. Coming back when Tartarus summoned her would be the best choice for both of them.
Medusa never felt ashamed of any of her actions. Even at this moment, there was a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth. She turned her back to the god with whom she had the most intimate behavior, and under that scorching gaze, she slowly tidied her clothes.
Finally, Medusa turned back to look at the slightly embarrassed Tartarus and said, "I apologize for my earlier recklessness. This offer is indeed very good, so I agree to your request."
Tartarus's face remained expressionless, but his deep gaze seemed to be tinged with warmth. He looked at her softly and sacredly, as if he were a selfless god, looking at a mortal who had suffered so much with pity.
Medusa, who was carefully cared for and watched over by the gods, wanted to speak, but Tartarus at this time could not even bear her rosy lips opening and closing, let alone the infinite charm she exuded unconsciously.
Finally, He moved.
This fair and just god fulfilled the agreement between them without any ambiguity or trickery. Without even saying goodbye to her, he carefully used his powerful strength to bring Medusa to the lush land she preferred.
'Looking forward to seeing you next time.'
The abyss returned to calm and desolation again. Tartarus slowly closed his delicate eyes and sighed with loss.
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