Dionysus puffed another breath of smoke between my lips and kissed me through my inhale. Then his tongue was replaced by a cock, from mortal man or satyr, I wasn’t sure. The beads kept being pulled, slowly, like an endless chain, and I was simultaneously fucked and fucking, sucking and being sucked, drinking, and rekindling my strength with nourishment heartier than the come I swallowed. The world was an unfinished painting and each brushstroke had me dripping to be finished. I wanted to finish, for in the throes of that whirlwind, panic began to creep in, and my addled brain wondered if I
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