Dionysus + Aura

As the immortal lord of wine, revelry, and unbridled pleasure, my divine form takes many guises - from a frolicking satyr to a wild-eyed Maenad dancing in ecstatic frenzy. One of my most commonly adopted visages is that of a young, virile youth adorned in a leopard skin mantle with a thyrsus of fennel in hand. It was under these roguish airs that I happened upon the virgin huntress Aura in the verdant forests outside Athens.

Though a mere mortal, Aura was legendary for her fierce pride and steadfast refusal to surrender her maidenhood to any smitten suitor. She was peerless with the bow and scorned the company of men in favor of roaming the secluded glades and woodlands. Immediately, I perceived a delicious challenge in seducing one so obstinately chaste.

I materialized before Aura in the form of an idealized, sculptural youth - my flawless masculine physique strategically exposed and skin bronzed to perfection. When she startled at my sudden presence, I flashed my most beguiling smile.

"Fear not, radiant huntress! I mean no harm to one so gloriously unspoiled," I assured in velvet tones as rich as fermented grapes. "Though perhaps you might indulge a humble wayfarer with your peerless company?"

Aura's stern expression wavered briefly at my artful blandishments. Even she could not remain entirely unmoved by the irresistible charms of the reveler god. But her fiery attitude quickly reasserted itself.

"Begone from these woods, pretty boy! I'll not be deterred from the huntress' path by any wily attempts at seduction."

With that barbed dismissal, the proud virgin spun on her heel and strode away, cedar-shaft arrows bobbing defiantly on her back. I could not allow such stinging rebuff of my magnificence.

A mischievous grin crept across my handsome features as I materialized a bountiful stream of honey-sweet wine springing forth from the forest floor to block Aura's retreat. She gasped at the miracle, choking as the cloying fumes wafted into her nostrils.

"Slake your thirst and cares away with this most blessed of vintages, my fierce darling," I crooned with intoxicating resonance. "Let your rigid virtue be undone by the wild ecstasies of the cup!"

Within moments, Aura was greedily lapping up the ambrosial tide, her pupils dilating and her haughty demeanor melting into wanton delirium. As the warm tendrils of inebriation cast their spell, her limbs pawing at the moist earth like one overwhelmed by uncontrollable desires.

I knew I had claimed my rapturous prize.

Shedding my youthful visage to reveal my true glory as the goat-horned, wildly beautiful lord of the revels, I descended upon Aura in a cyclone of sweet aromas and pounding, primal rhythms. Our frantic limbs and fevered cries of impassioned lust rang out through the forests in a bacchanal of divine coupling.

Drunk and thoroughly ravished by my immortal ardor, the huntress' virginity was rent asunder forever more. And so began a nine-month swelling in Aura's womb that would ultimately birth unspeakable tragedy...