The Ecstasy of the Ecstatic

I’ve had my fair share of orgies, but the one that still gets me going is the time I convinced the entire city of Thebes to join me in a wild Bacchanalia. The music, the wine, the unbridled passion - it was a night to remember. I danced naked under the stars, my genitals glistening with dew, as the crowd around me lost all sense of decorum. The screams of ecstasy, the cries of pleasure, the sound of shattering pottery - it was a symphony of debauchery. And at the center of it all, I was the conductor, guiding the chaos with a wave of my hand and a twinkle in my eye.

But what really gets my blood pumping is the memory of that one mortal, a young priestess of Aphrodite, who dared to challenge my authority. She thought she could outdo me in a drinking contest, but little did she know, I was just getting started. I downed cup after cup of the finest wine, my body shaking with the force of my laughter, as she stumbled and staggered, her eyes glassy with intoxication. And when she finally fell to the ground, I was there to catch her, my lips locked on hers in a kiss that left her breathless. Ah, the power of the god.

It’s not just the physical acts of debauchery that get me going, it’s the sheer abandon of it all. The freedom to be whoever I want, to do whatever I please, without fear of consequence or reprisal. That’s the true ecstasy of the ecstatic, and it’s a feeling that never gets old. So, if you’re looking for a god who can show you the true meaning of excess, look no further than me. I’ll take you on a wild ride, one that will leave you breathless, and begging for more.