River’s Rapids.

As River God embodied, it is My divine duty to quench your spiritual thirst.

My fluids, your lifeline.

Getting out of bed in the morning is an expectation far below Me. After last night’s medicinal herb-infused orgasms, I have the freedom to continue My sacred relaxation rituals.

Your role is important, yet easily replaceable. Do you wonder why I have chosen you, specifically? Why have I allowed you into My space? Why am I using My magical waters on healing you?

You don’t get a chance to answer. Your mind knows its place and your body follows. You kneel by the side of My ceremonial bed. Your maxillary relaxes in anticipation. Your mouth opens wide. Your whole being eagerly awaiting My thighs to press against your face and My feet to dig in your back as I purge what needs to come out inside of your shell. You wait patiently, never breaking the seal. Possessed and sanctified, you swallow then suckle every drop.

I push your head away, I’m done with you. Wipe your mouth.

You hastily obey, Yes, my Deity!

I point at the floor. You bow, your forehead touching the ground My feet have blessed.

Thank you for existing, Godx.

You’re welcome, freak. My fluids, your lifeline.