Oh the boy was so deliciously frightened. The height of destruction, her body pulsating with excitement as every bit of it fed her. With this added excitement, it was a rather strange thing that her body was more sensitive than many would expect. A touch, a cut, a slap... all of it amplified hundreds of times.
As her much younger half-brother reached across her chest with his arms and cupped her breasts, Enyo's reaction was somewhere between rage at him daring to touch her so intimately and the aroused excitement of someone touching her suddenly sensitive flesh.
It was not in her nature to just hang there and let Dionysos carry her off of a potential kill. Naturally she was fighting against him. “No touching what is yours?” she nearly spat out. “I will touch whatever I choose and use it to my pleasure.” There was a low, primal, growl in the back of her throat as she fought his grasp.