Through nature

You remain for a moment in curious ponder. As a deity, you feel that merely creating physical art is insufficient. It's obvious that you have to incorporate that raw, relentless feeling of sex into it. Furthermore as a Goddess with a great big G, you can't just go around fucking random strangers who are lucky enough to encounter you. Your love must permeate all social barriers and touch the hearts, labias and glans of everyone.

So, a new world order is in order, once more. You decide to, for now, become the Goddess of Nature. Your presence lingers through untouched forests, trickling mountain streams and even in the whining winds of frozen wastelands. Your love can be felt through the lightest touch of sunlight, the sweet aroma of fruit and the gentle fragrance of flowers. Life in its natural state is already laden with sex, but under your randy jurisdiction to a ridiculous degree so.

To be in touch with nature is to touch you, an unquestionable and insatiable deity of sex. Blades of grass teasingly tickle the feet of people, blessed to never step on a sharp rock, thorn or a stray molehill. Anyone can run freely through the forest, worrilessly closing their eyes and embrace the sensual touch of leafy low-hanging branches, bountiful with fruit which taste orgasm-inducing.

To better channel this undying lust for nature, the forests, jungles and meadows of Earth are riddled with another sapient race equally horny to humans: dryads. Sturdy as trees, sensual as flowers, subsist on water and sunlight for hundreds of years, feel no pain but pleasure twicefold: the perfect compatriot for any nature-loving human.

The raging seas and winds you straddle and leash into meek and obedient servants. They blow and heave in tune with your thoughts, playful like puppies, feisty at best. Eternal summer will reign. Days are spent in warm merriment, and soothing, delicate rains will fall during the night.

The nature of humans in this world differs only slightly from those on Earth. You've authored in fact only a single difference: both humans and dryads are capable of indefinite happiness. With endlessly plentiful resources, little to no urbanization and a wet and wild wilderness at their beck and call, this state of being is laughably easy to attain.

The best part of course is your role in all of this. With you being nature itself, you'll effectively host a billion simulatenous sessions of wild and uninhibited sex, all day every day. The resulting pleasure, your chosen form of worship, will in turn be translated to added boons for humanity - more living space for an understandably ever-growing population, food to indulge themselves with, decor to allure others with, new types of sapient races to meddle their seeds in - anything they could want and more.

For a while you cherish fond plans of expanding this utopian style of Goddessship to other planets. However, the lushness and plenty of this New Earth slowly soothe your aching wants and needs as well. Before you realize it, you've been perfectly accustomed to the wondrous role of a planetary beneficiator.

You love your creation, and they love you back exactly in equal.

ENDING 46 -Treehugger-