medusa dragon‘s dogma 2

“Congratulations, you have just been admitted. Welcome to All Supernaturals College!” —— Medusa has always lived life on her own terms, but when she's suddenly transported to a magical realm, she finds herself facing challenges she never could have imagined. As she adjusts to life at All Supernatural's world of magical schools, she finds herself entangled in a difficult love trial. The magical realm is filled with danger and intrigue, and Medusa must use all her wit and cunning to gain alliances and fight off challenges that threaten to tear her world apart. —— Follow me on Instagram; @_Heesha_TA Discord; @HeeSha_TA #7559

"A monster, an ice cold heart, an abomination...." He stared right into my soul as my eyes filled with unshed tears. "You are all this Medusa.." he whispered in my ear, his lips tracing it's outline. "....and so am I." my eyes snapped to his in surprise. "But then you are so much more babygirl." _________ "He was the light to my darkness, the calm to my evil. He was my god and I was his...since the moment his aurum eyes clashed with my lilacs... I belonged to him." -Commander general of Rogues, Medusa

"Strip" Medusa's breath hitched on hearing his command, she could have argued but it had no room for discussion. She took off the face-covering scarf, her fingers trembled as she bend to slowly slide off her long pink skirt then took off her panties. Her thighs were coated with arousal which dripped down as she stood up parting her long silver hair to a side, arching her back to take off the bralette. Medusa was all naked infront of him, her clothes lying at his feet when she peered at him through her eyelashes. Her thighs clenching on seeing him drinking her with a wild animalistic lust in his eyes which had darkened as his pupils dilated. "Rhy-" "On the bed, face down, ass up." Medusa gasped softly when he took off his long coat throwing it down along with her clothes. "NOW" she didn't need to hear anything after that as she scrambled on the bed getting on all fours arching her back and raising her ass for him. She put her head down turning to a side watching him taking off his belt, her cheeks burning crimson at the exposing position her body was in. She was completely bare to him, her body all for him to do as he wished, to play it like an instrument for himself. All ready for his punishments. "Keep your hands at the back" The bed dipped behind her as he settled on bed. He held both her wrists binding them together with a leather cloth..the rough belt he had taken off. Her heavy breathing was only sound that could be heard and his intense gaze on her was the only thing she could focus on. Minutes passes when he didn't touched Medusa making her squirm. A loud smack upon her butt made her yelp in surprise which soon turned into a wanton moan. His hands massaged her ass digging his fingers as his large calloused palms gently gave them a squeeze. "You will listen to me little girl." His lips traced her earshell whispering it to her.

My birth was never meant to be. Some call me a mistake. Others call me a prophecy. But my blood tells a different story. In my previous life, I was no one— A man with an empty existence, forgotten by the world. No one respected me. No one greeted me with warmth. I was invisible, a shadow passing through life, unnoticed and unwanted. When I died, I thought it was the end. But in that exact moment, my death changed two fates. One was mine. The other… belonged to an ancient being from mythology—Medusa. Once, she was doomed—a cursed Gorgon, betrayed, hunted, and fated to fall. In countless timelines, in countless myths, she was slain. But in this timeline, something changed. Perseus did not kill Medusa. She ascended—not as a monster, not as a victim, But as a Queen. And I… I was reborn as her son. Now, I am hunted by gods who see me as a mistake that must be corrected. Despised by mortals who whisper my name as an omen of misfortune. Rejected by a world that never wanted me to exist. Because I am something that should not be. A fracture in fate. A living contradiction. A walking defiance of the gods’ will. To Olympus, I am an error. A flaw in the great design. And so, they seek to erase me. To wipe me from history, to crush me before I can claim a place in their world. But this time, I refuse to disappear.

Medusa was a woman who had come to this world to rule and conquer but seen to be among the smallest and weakest ,as the snakes were not allowed to rule made it hard for her amd after her dear she came back to take over fully this time with force . will she succeed or be killed again?

[R18 content!] Alex transmigrates to a fantasy world. When he first gets there, a succubus almost drains him dry. But right at the edge of death, he awakens SSS talent! dragon bloodline. This gives him crazy-good fertility and a "Beauty Contract System." But this power also makes him the most wanted "ultimate seed" for the whole succubus race. While hiding in the Succubus country, he figured something huge and evil is happening, but he ain't scared, because he has the ultimate weapon of interrogation! Valkary, elves, angels, and even god! All will kneel in front of him!

Fang Lang, a low-level member of the Xuan Ye tong in Hong Kong, finds himself thrust into the dangerous world of Miami crime when he catches the attention of the infamous crime lord, Hehrbenstrautz. After a stroke of luck led to the successful assassination of an African drug lord, Fang Lang is bought by Nicholas Hehrbenstrautz and shipped to Miami, Florida, to join his organization. In Miami, Fang Lang becomes a part of the "Dogs," a squad of mercenaries known for their ruthless efficiency and uniform dog tags. This organization, the “Miami Dogma,” under the leadership of Hehrbenstrautz, contends with rival drug kingpins for control over the city's lucrative markets. Amidst their operations in drug trafficking, weapons smuggling, and sex trafficking, they face formidable adversaries and make uneasy alliances. Fang Lang struggles everyday just to survive as chaos ensues between the drug lords, looking over his shoulder everywhere he goes. He’s not the only one; there’s starting to be talk of an all-out war breaking out between the drug bosses — a rumor that warrants concern from even the hardest, most fearless criminals.

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.

Medusa.. Cursed woman by Athena.. Slain by Perseus.. and Mother of Pegasus and the giant Chrysaor. Now then.. Why did I just get born from a severed neck? And why is my brother a Pegasus? I had no idea what was happening.. but for the moment, he decided to avenge his beheaded mother and kill the dwarf who was looking at him in terror.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!