She was not altogether surprised that he stripped himself naked in front of her, erection staring her down as if it were some sort of threat. Which, she supposed, he thought it was. There was nothing attractive or enticing about a penis. Or threatening for that matter. Without arousal they were hilarious and a serious weak spot to be exploited. Aroused, they had purpose. But that wasn't anything she couldn't take care of artificially if necessary. She had no desire to have children, so she had little need for the seed it spurted forth at climax.
Even so, sometimes it was nice to get properly fucked. It was a terrible shame that the list of those who could physically dominate her enough for her to allow it was so short. Because no one unworthy was allowed to touch her. Ever. Enyo had little need for gentle sex with the attachment of affection to it. Sex served a purpose and it scratched an itch. That was about it.
She didn't know nearly enough about this half-brother to know if it would be worth it in the end. But, since Enyo had no problems with nudity at all, she gave a forceful tug at the pin that held the ends of the chiton at her shoulder and tore the fabric in order to expose her chest to him. She knew she was beautiful and she knew very well what so many mortal men she saw thought they wanted to do to her... until they learned who and what she was.
“Brother,” she said smoothly her eyes shifting from his face down to his erection, then back up again, “Dear.”
Both hands, coated in bloody mud, cupped her breasts and she looked down to watch herself. Yes, she was roused herself, but she could go back to Olympus and take care of that. But she came here to meet this brother and she was still curious about him. After a brief caress, both muddied hands stroked down her stomach, over the fabric of the chiton that hung around her waist and settled the apex of her thighs. When she looked back up at Dionysos again, with a challenging smile she said, “I would wreck you.”