The Goddess doesn't roll her eyes, but she does raise an eyebrow, open her wings wide. "Mere difference does not excuse such behavior over so many years. At first, perhaps, but your heart and your actions have proved your worth ten times over."

She keeps stroking him, shifts her own hips toward his fingers, aching. "They don't understand me either, for all they worship me."

"Tempted to keep you, all to myself."

She makes a pleasured whimper. She could probably take another of his fingers inside of her.