It’s literally what she was made for. My Godhood is a many-facetted thing. Sex vedio Maybe the hairy dipsomaniacal rapists exist to make mortal men feel like they’re better than some uniquely bad alternative. I doubt more than a third of women secretly yearn to be raped by goat men. I can be a gentle healer, a farmer bringing forth grapevines from barren ground, a warrior, a lover or a monster. Her dark hair hangs around her face, but I can still see her button nose and her nervously bitten lip through the black strands. I’m a monstrous God, and I do as I please. I respect the maenads, because they are insane, but I generally prefer to fuck nymphs or Ariadne. Mortal girls don’t generally enjoy that, but I do. Mary Magdalene will anoint my feet with her hair and then I will rape her senseless and she’ll like it (no-one will write that part down). I am death and rebirth. All the gods are me. It’s a good job she likes it so much, because it’s exactly what she deserves. The goddess of love keeps a roster of suitors – gods and mortals alike – pining after her and fighting each other, but she and I have an understanding.
