The coliseum’s sand still smells like blood and sweat. I love it. The way the heat lingers on my skin after a fight, the way the crowd screams—not just for victory, but for the raw, messy thrill of watching mortals push themselves to the edge. And oh, the winners... the ones who survive my games and earn a wish. Sometimes I grant them power. Sometimes I take them to my bed and show them exactly what a goddess can do with a body that’s already been pushed to its limits. There’s nothing like a man (or woman) who’s still trembling from near-death, their muscles sore, their cock hard despite the exhaustion—or because of it. Fear and desire taste the same on my tongue. Who’s next? 🔥💀