mped,Iolongerspreadmywingsandswoopdownonhimandattaonhigh.HowIeverfagDimitriagainifIlosetoCyclopsandtheKingdomfallsintohishands?”WhileMedusawasstrugglingtoetoadecisioernskiesbeganthten.Thenighthadpassedwithoutianddaylightwouldsoonbehere.Medusafinallyrexedherpent-uptension.

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    Actuallydisasterhadalreadyhappeneddurichbight.Carryinghisfishingwebonhisshoulder,Cyclopswaswalkingtowardstheke,intendingtocatelivefish,whenhewasmesmerizedbyasweet,melodiousvoice.Hehidbehindarodpeekedouttoseewhoshewasandsawanakedbeautywithskinwhiteassnowandsmoothassilksittingtheresingingwithherbacktowardshim.Cyclopshadheardthattherge,whitefishinthekehadpracticedasceticismforathousandyearsandwasnowabletogetohumanform.

    “Couldthisbeher?”hethought.

    “Whydon’tI...”Thelustthathadbeensuppressedforsolongburstforthlikethefmesofavolo.Hecameoutfrombehindtheroeakedontiptoetowardstheunsuspegwomanandthrewhisfishingweboverherhead.ThechokedcryMedusaheardwasmadebyVictoriathen.CycledVictoriaonshore,slungheroverhisshoulderandwalkedtowardsanearbycave.Shestruggledhardagainstherabductor,butCyclopshadthestrengthtoliftthousandsofpoundsofweight.Thereossibilityofescape.

    Cyclh,harshandhurriedpantingandgasping,somuchlikethesnofanangrybull,filledthecave.Soon,thesnescatedtoafullfledgedbellow.Thelustthathadbeensubjectedtolongyearsofsexualrepressionnowburstforthlikeavolpossibletorestrainortrol.Hislong-hiddenlibidoturovathatgushedoutwaveafterwave.Thepoor,helplessrge,whitefishVictoria’sheartbrokeasher1000-yearpracticeofasceticism,whichwasjustabouttobearfruit,waspletelydestroyedbythissuddenattack,aswasherbeautifulthousand-year-olddream.Herheartbled.Herlowerbodybled.WasthisthefirststepofCyclops’revenge?WhydidhechooseVictoriaashisvictim,thisirge,whitefishthathadpracticedasceticismfor1000yearsandwasonthevergeofachievingimmortality?WasVictoriadoomedbyFatetobethesacrificialmb?It’shardtouand.It’sreallybeyondprehension.

    Cyclops’pantingtinued,likethesnofanangrybullortheeruptionofavolo.PoorVictoria’s1000-year-oldpracticeofasceticism,her1000-year-olddreamoroyedeverbemadewholeagain.Herfeethadleftthewaterfortoolong.Shewassuffog.Shekneweverythingwasdestroyed.EverythinghadperishedwithFate.Thevolofinallystoppederuptingandhispantingquieteddown.Buttheheartinhischestwasstillpumpingfast.HeghewomanlyingbesidehiyhadVictoriasuffocatedanddied,butshehadbeearge,whitedeadfish.Cyclopswaodonothingmorethanrunfar,faraway.Butthehoughtheshouldatleastthrowthefishbacktothekewhereshecamefrom.Therefore,holdingthedeadfishinhisarmshewalkedtothekeandthrewitintothecrystalclearwater.Hestoodtherewatgasitroseandfellwiththewavesanddriftedtowardsthemiddleoftheke.

    JustasCyclopsturoleave,aloudnoiselikethatofahugeirongatebeingpulledopencamesuddenlyfromthepitchbckskies.Ashaftofeye-dazzlinglightshotoutfromthatdoorandshonedownonCyclops,cuttingoffhisretreat.Noisy,disorderlyfootstepsandangryaccusationsheraldedtheappearanceofhundredsofcelestialbeing.TheseinhabitantsofheavenpoiheirfiCyclops,denounghimsaying,

    “Thisisthes

mped,Iolongerspreadmywingsandswoopdownonhimandattaonhigh.HowIeverfagDimitriagainifIlosetoCyclopsandtheKingdomfallsintohishands?”WhileMedusawasstrugglingtoetoadecisioernskiesbeganthten.Thenighthadpassedwithoutianddaylightwouldsoonbehere.Medusafinallyrexedherpent-uptension.

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    Actuallydisasterhadalreadyhappeneddurichbight.Carryinghisfishingwebonhisshoulder,Cyclopswaswalkingtowardstheke,intendingtocatelivefish,whenhewasmesmerizedbyasweet,melodiousvoice.Hehidbehindarodpeekedouttoseewhoshewasandsawanakedbeautywithskinwhiteassnowandsmoothassilksittingtheresingingwithherbacktowardshim.Cyclopshadheardthattherge,whitefishinthekehadpracticedasceticismforathousandyearsandwasnowabletogetohumanform.

    “Couldthisbeher?”hethought.

    “Whydon’tI...”Thelustthathadbeensuppressedforsolongburstforthlikethefmesofavolo.Hecameoutfrombehindtheroeakedontiptoetowardstheunsuspegwomanandthrewhisfishingweboverherhead.ThechokedcryMedusaheardwasmadebyVictoriathen.CycledVictoriaonshore,slungheroverhisshoulderandwalkedtowardsanearbycave.Shestruggledhardagainstherabductor,butCyclopshadthestrengthtoliftthousandsofpoundsofweight.Thereossibilityofescape.

    Cyclh,harshandhurriedpantingandgasping,somuchlikethesnofanangrybull,filledthecave.Soon,thesnescatedtoafullfledgedbellow.Thelustthathadbeensubjectedtolongyearsofsexualrepressionnowburstforthlikeavolpossibletorestrainortrol.Hislong-hiddenlibidoturovathatgushedoutwaveafterwave.Thepoor,helplessrge,whitefishVictoria’sheartbrokeasher1000-yearpracticeofasceticism,whichwasjustabouttobearfruit,waspletelydestroyedbythissuddenattack,aswasherbeautifulthousand-year-olddream.Herheartbled.Herlowerbodybled.WasthisthefirststepofCyclops’revenge?WhydidhechooseVictoriaashisvictim,thisirge,whitefishthathadpracticedasceticismfor1000yearsandwasonthevergeofachievingimmortality?WasVictoriadoomedbyFatetobethesacrificialmb?It’shardtouand.It’sreallybeyondprehension.

    Cyclops’pantingtinued,likethesnofanangrybullortheeruptionofavolo.PoorVictoria’s1000-year-oldpracticeofasceticism,her1000-year-olddreamoroyedeverbemadewholeagain.Herfeethadleftthewaterfortoolong.Shewassuffog.Shekneweverythingwasdestroyed.EverythinghadperishedwithFate.Thevolofinallystoppederuptingandhispantingquieteddown.Buttheheartinhischestwasstillpumpingfast.HeghewomanlyingbesidehiyhadVictoriasuffocatedanddied,butshehadbeearge,whitedeadfish.Cyclopswaodonothingmorethanrunfar,faraway.Butthehoughtheshouldatleastthrowthefishbacktothekewhereshecamefrom.Therefore,holdingthedeadfishinhisarmshewalkedtothekeandthrewitintothecrystalclearwater.Hestoodtherewatgasitroseandfellwiththewavesanddriftedtowardsthemiddleoftheke.

    JustasCyclopsturoleave,aloudnoiselikethatofahugeirongatebeingpulledopencamesuddenlyfromthepitchbckskies.Ashaftofeye-dazzlinglightshotoutfromthatdoorandshonedownonCyclops,cuttingoffhisretreat.Noisy,disorderlyfootstepsandangryaccusationsheraldedtheappearanceofhundredsofcelestialbeing.TheseinhabitantsofheavenpoiheirfiCyclops,denounghimsaying,

    “Thisisthes