read part one here! ((but this can be read on its own if u so wish))
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featuring ;; goddess!himeko x human!gender neutral!reader
content ;; greek myth au, just less heavy with religion, more yearning, this time its desire, kissing, himeko centric
note ;; another goddess!himeko ficlet. im sorry but i love her too much, she's so much fun to write... also ty to my omega reader once again @katka0
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Himeko wanted to kiss you. She wanted to touch you.
Her curiosity, which had long since turned into an insatiable obsession, had now transformed itself into a gutting infatuation that even she could not wrap her godly head around.
How could a creature so inconsequential as a human envelop her mind entirely? That was the question she’d long since posed herself—even back when she hovered in the rocky mountains and watched you from the clouds above.
Except now, the question curled softer around her senses and buzzed beneath the skin of her feet.
Now, she found herself enamoured with you. The whole world, an elaborately painted masterpiece, became nothing but a backdrop to your existence, created solely for you to steal the show with your appearance.
So, when she questioned your grasp over all her attentions this time, no longer would she address her query through comparison of the never-ending tales of humans beguiling gods. That was common—basic—and you were anything but.
You were unique, a breath of air so fresh that it felt as if, unlike oxygen, this was what she truly needed to survive.
She often indulged this feeling with her nose buried into the crook of your neck, breathing you in until there was nothing else in this world to perceive—and she very much enjoyed the shivers you supplied her with on the side.
As such, answering her question of how you did it was approached holistically.
Holistic, yes. That was the word Himeko chose to describe her exploration of her affections to her closest sibling gods. Still, they’d easily note, with their eyebrows raised to the galaxies above, that the only system Himeko would ever examine was you alone.
And despite not knowing of Himeko’s internal questioning, you felt this too. Her experimentation was always so tactile.
Though ever fond, her eyes would dip into something analytical as she traced the tip of her forefinger along every carving of your face. While you would admit the touch was gentle as light itself, leaving the most enjoyable sense of warmth trailing its path, its intention weighed with curious purpose against your features, impossible to ignore.
Himeko always stopped at the seam of your lips.
They sat perfectly pillowed, pink, and plush, as if peonies had bloomed across the bottom half of your face. They waited almost tauntingly for her further examination, and there, the goddess became as pensive as a scholar.
What could she do with herself if not kiss them until they blossomed into red roses, slick with the dew of her morning’s kiss?
Following this question, every force in the universe seemed to lean their weight against the elegant curve of her back, oppressing her shadow to cast even harsher over you. With her hand settled in the earth next to your head, she wished to lower herself until her lips met yours in an exploration that her fingers could never accomplish.
But you were always so skittish, and that was enough for her to fight every influence that the universe itself had decided to thrust upon her. The last thing she wanted was to frighten you back into hiding.
So, she waited.
And on her many days of waiting, you resembled the sweetest of kittens.
Those furry creatures were so exceedingly curious—sometimes to their own detriment—to the world around them. Your resemblance lay plainly in that curiosity. Your world to explore was her, the one goddess that mattered, the one goddess you cared for.
When that image passed through Himeko’s mind, she spent her usual time with you curled into her embrace instead of comfortably sitting next to her. It was as much as you’d allow without squirming and running off from her, and she enjoyed it immensely.
Still, both you and the average kitten fled in the terrifying face of the unknown much more than to her liking.
She did not enjoy that part. Not one bit. In fact, your frequent retreat riddled her with a terrible affliction of want that burned her insides hotter than the breath of a star.
But even in her dislike, Himeko understood. She understood you better than the back of her hand. And, as the goddess of wisdom, she would never be foolish enough to push the boundaries you’d implicitly set.
She simply toed its edge until it gave.
That night, you were alone in a field of green grass that stretched further than you cared to appreciate. The journey depleted you of any and all energy in your body, that much Himeko could tell from the haggard rise and fall of your chest.
She revelled in the sight.
You’d consistently chosen this location for your meetings after she’d revealed it to be the heart of her earthly domain—somewhere she could be free of the worry of the spying eyes of her sibling gods.
That time, you had asked her how this vast plot of land came to be hers, and she explained in a long and grand story with her hand settled over your head, petting imaginary cat ears. She especially enjoyed your marvelling at the history, utterly in awe of the revelation of there having stood one of earth’s hugest temples on this land.
Ever since, you had so boldly turned this place into the two of your own’s spot. She easily permitted it and watched your trek into its centre with an almost untameable patience, waiting for you to call for her.
She wondered if you felt her watching you settle into where she had last sat next to you in that field. It always alternated, and Himeko found, in her endless examination of you, that you preferred the softer grass that bloomed beneath her.
She would make you a bed of cloud, if you asked. You never did, and somehow, she found that just the more loveable.
“Himeko,” you called, now lying on your back.
You shook the unshakeable with that call alone. Her spine racked with a shiver. You were adorable in a way she could not escape—not that she wanted to in the slightest.
In summoning Himeko, you symbolically addressed the moon. She preened at the thought of something so grand being marked as her image in your eyes. A passive utterance of her name would suffice well enough for her presence, yet you still afforded her such worship you did to no other god.
“I want to see you, Himeko. Are you there?”
Out of thin air, Himeko appeared.
“Of course I’m here. Always.”
The grass beneath the two of you grew thicker and the air more distinct. The earth and its atmosphere seemed to bend in reverence, prostrating in the presence of one of its rulers.
Even you, in your most primal reactions, grew goosebumps at her arrival. Every little hair reached upward, and Himeko couldn’t help but smooth her hands along your arms, letting them fall flat under her reassurance.
Your head was cradled in her lap, the finest pillow a mortal being could ask for. When she thought of it that way, she only could further wish to adorn you in the finest gifts a god could produce as she leaned over you.
Her hair spilled over her shoulders in rivulets of ruby, pouring into a curtain that isolated you further from the world around you. Her heart raced, and it pounded mightily through the grass beneath, the blades pulsing with every pump.
All she could see was you. The way your eyelashes fluttered at the tickle of her mane. The way your cheeks reddened to match its hue—even the way the apples of your cheeks rose in an automatic response to Himeko.
The goddess swore over all that she ruled that your smile shone so brilliantly that its rays broke through the strands of her fiery tresses and provided sunlight in the darkness of the night.
“Hi,” you breathed, no longer breathless from your expedition through the field, but from her alone. Oh, how perfect you were.
“Hello, little human.”
Himeko would’ve regretted pulling away if you hadn’t sat up to face her. You were a mirror of her posture, sitting with your legs folded beneath yourself and your knees pressed to hers. Your little eyes flitted over her openly.
“You’re so much smaller today.”
She smiled.
“An astute observation.”
The goddess, though remaining bigger than you, had shrunken down to size. She matched what you would only describe as a taller-than-average human, no longer dwarfing you entirely by her usual margins.
“What for?”
Your question prompted Himeko into a brief moment of thought, and her eyes pulled shut. Her mouth, however, doing quite the opposite, opened reflexively to provide a response—a habit of the goddess of wisdom, who always has an answer waiting in the wings.
Nothing sounded from her.
Nothing sounded from her, and Himeko realized that she had no reason at all. You had robbed her of all sense of rationale, and she had taken the form closest to a human that she could comfortably manage.
Himeko went still, and the world froze with her as she was forced to examine her predicament inductively. Why was she so small? At her uncertain meditation, the earth beneath her began to hum, almost recognizing the power you held over her.
You did not still one bit.
Instead, you took this opportunity to lean closer to the goddess, as if either of you were a pendulum that took turns in proximity. Himeko didn’t like that comparison, much preferring for either of you to crash against each other in the middle, but she couldn’t pay much attention to that for long in your approach.
Right then, in her own imagination, Himeko could practically see a tail sprouting from your sacrum, flicking curiously about. As usual, her kitty you were, and her questioning was abandoned in favour of giving you a good pet.
Her hands met your cheeks, thumbing over the soft skin below your eyes in a gentle, never-ending adoration. It was one of the most intimate touches you allowed. Himeko was addicted.
Her expression softened as if you were the most precious treasure in the world, and her bottom lip jutted out from its place. “I’ve no answer for you, dearest,” she all but cooed.
The wise goddess’ lack of response, which would have unnerved anyone else, did not bother you in the slightest. In fact, you occupied yourself more importantly with her touch, melting into it like wax and glueing yourself to her affection.
She held you there just to hold you. She held you there just to feel you. She held you there just to indulge you.
Himeko spotted galaxies in your eyes. They fluttered and shined, each star sparkling under her careful watch so addictively that she did not dare to betray her gaze on you for something else.
She watched and watched, never once growing bored. When your lids drooped lower in contentment, she peered through the cut of your lashes, and when your eyes dropped to her lips, her breath hitched.
The picture of temptation is how she’d describe you. Eros in its purest of forms replaced the usual golden lacquer flowing through her veins. They desperately reached, crooked and creaking, out for you.
She wished you could see yourself; maybe then you’d understand how fiercely you tore her in two. Himeko wanted you, and this time, she did not hesitate to let it be known.
“I wish to kiss you, little one.”
Her stomach hollowed into pure voracity when your pupils dilated in response. You shifted closer, and her fingertips softly curled into the sides of your head, just barely holding herself back.
“You do?” You questioned.
“I do,” she supplied.
A moment passed. And then another. Himeko, immortal and patient by nature, imagined it to be eons upon eons. The patch of grass around you grew in its coverage, no longer just a bed beneath you but a circle of lushness framing you before the heavens.
Your throat bobbed in a swallow. Himeko caught the movement with how close she leaned, basking in the warmth of your breath that fanned across her face. She waited with her own baited breaths.
“…Okay.”
Your utterance barely left your lips before Himeko’s mouth met yours.
She offered you a quick kiss once—just once—before a quiet noise of relief left her. It vibrated between the two of you, and she particularly noted your shiver against her.
Oh, she was done for. This would be her undoing: the promising lock of your lips against one another—just as soft as she’d imagined, if not softer. Himeko was fundamentally changed, and she would never again be able to lace herself up quite the same after this.
With a warm breeze, Himeko’s shoulders slackened. She offered herself up to you on a platter, the same way a human would her, and the very environment reacted with her supplication.
Her right hand moved next, cupping the back of your neck before Himeko eagerly kissed you once more. This time, she savoured you. There was no other place she’d rather be; no other thing she’d rather do; no other being she’d rather hold.
Her lips moved in a slow dance against yours, just toeing the line of pressing her mouth deeper into you. This wasn’t a moment of hesitation, one where she waited impatiently for your lips to part, but one of contentment. She relished kissing you every step of the way.
She took her time in discovering this new version of you. One that melted hotly, pushing desperately closer to her until you climbed into her lap, deeming that just barely sufficient.
Surprisingly, you were the first to introduce your tongue into the equation.
Himeko accepted it greedily, the finest of offerings you could provide her. You tasted like the same honey you had supplied her with long ago at the foot of her statue, and she drank your sweetness in as if she were parched.
Both of you groaned at the sensation of your tongues meeting. They matched in the most perfect of harmonies, and Himeko decided that it was better than anything the Muses could produce. Above it, she could hear the wet smack of your lips against each other. She groaned again.
Her left hand found your waist, fingers pressing in with a desperate grasp as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders. Either of you held onto each other like you’d fall apart without it. Himeko surely would’ve, and she suspected the same for you based on how your thighs squeezed tightly around her.
When you parted, your eyes remained shut as you gulped down air, humanly seeking oxygen. Himeko’s right hand joined her left in holding you by the waist, and her lips remained hovered over yours, as if to breathe the life into your lungs herself.
Again, she watched the slick, reddened state of your lips. She memorized it, and in knowing she’d be able to memorize it many times to come, she kissed you again, just to steal your breath one last time.
You allowed her this. Allowed her to capture your lips in a final lock before you laughed against her, pulling her own lips into an unrestrained smile. In that moment, she wondered when next you would let her touch you further.
For now, this would suffice. And so, she kissed you long again, right until the moon went into hiding.
prev ;; part 1, part 2 ((this can be read on it's own, but it makes brief references to the first part!))
featuring ;; goddess!himeko x human!gender neutral!reader
content ;; greek myth au, a little bit of religion as it pertains to greek myth, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, a smidge of kissing, yeah :')
note ;; the last of himeko trilogy. maybe not the LAST but the last that i planned up to... lets hope i get blessed with more ideas... again thx to @katka0 my omega reader
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You now knew that gods were real. Perhaps you always did.
They installed themselves on thrones carved of limestone and marble, sitting at the highest points any mountain could reach. Their bellowing laughter scraped against the same sky that they themselves draped over the lands, back when they bent the universe to fit a mould that served only their highest of interests.
Anything resulting after that was an unimportant aftereffect. Still, they haughtily permitted lesser beings the privilege of settling into the land of their dominion, watching and judging like spectators of a show.
The gods ruled as terrifyingly as they were gracious. One day, they’d deliver a hero who’d grace the people with the skill of farming, blessing humanity with food for generations to come. The next, ten of a small village’s strongest men would be struck down for the mere act of one man’s sacrilege.
They were real. A reality so inexorable that its embers lingered and burned grooves of trepidation in the minds of even the most atheist of scholars.
You distinctly remembered this anxiety from your days of disbelief. Even when admitting your fear was a betrayal of your lack of faith entirely, it simmered in the recesses of your godless mind.
In all the brightest thinkers whose lectures you’d sit in on in secret, without exception, they would follow their prattling of human independence and prowess with an excerpt of a hero or patron god alike. Even the academics would rather choke on the pride they’d swallow down as they thanked the gods for their glory and generosity. Capricious as it was, it was a measly failsafe in case a lingering god was listening in on their blasphemy.
Himeko was also a god—a major one, at that.
She stood over eight feet tall, the picture of perfection as she guided those in both wisdom and navigation with the pass of her hand and the flick of her finger. Her epithet, too, was as mighty as her feats: Hodegetria. She who guides the Way.
She made the impossible tangible, something that she alone could lay into your palms for you to dig your fingers into and understand as reality. And so, with the same leisure of a fleeting summer breeze, you released the truth of her godly sovereignty from your mind—one that ruled over you, the land, and everyone else that inhabited it.
And, in those fleeting moments, she was naught but a human woman who’d keep you clasped in her never-ending embrace.
Himeko would do this in shrinking to size as often and as easily as breathing. She met you halfway. Casually. As if she were only leaning down to bring her line of vision to yours and not morphing herself into an entire form anew.
She rendered your breath laborious and heady quickly thereafter, leaving you no time to linger on the feat by way of locking your lips with hers in a greedy hunger. She’d nearly devour you, only ceasing once your mouth was slick, matching the ruby hue of her tresses and cheeks.
In those moments, the seemingly impossible reality she’d remedy you with was the weight of her breasts, soft and pliant in the catch of your hands. They felt no softer than the sighs she’d breathe into you, filling your lungs with stardust that only she could collect with another brush of her lips against yours.
Cruel as her true nature, Himeko would curse you thereafter with her disappearance, off to complete the duties of a goddess that no human could comprehend the importance of. You often wondered if the excuse was an honest one, as it was so often paired with a foxy smirk that’d plague your thoughts and dreams—each growing more salacious than the last.
You were a sinner, you thought.
What sacrilege could that man even have done to have ten of his kinsmen brought to slaughter by the divine? Whatever it was, it did not so much as hold a candle to how filthy your imaginations sullied Himeko’s picture.
In the oblivion of sleep, you ruined her the same as you worshipped her. You kissed her until she burned brighter than a star and exploded her essence into the net of your mouth. In the same way nymphs dipped themselves into the heated pools of their springs, you bathed in the pleasure you presented her—the same that she’d return to you in tenfold, almost drowning you entirely.
No human should dare to imagine a god in such obscenity. But you did. Every night that passed.
Oh, that’s right.
Himeko was indeed also a god.
You remembered it now as you stood barefoot in a looming temple of the same marble and limestone reserved for the gods. The structure curled over you in carved beams and pillars, a ribcage leading you to the heart of its chamber.
It must have been her hieron, all the way in her patron city of Thalassia. She must’ve brought you there herself, having wrung you out from the profoundest of sleep to the most alert wakefulness with the same ease that she moved mountains with. You shivered at the mere notion of her knowing your dirtiest of thoughts and bringing you here regardless of them—or rather because of them.
You pressed further inside, the smooth stone cold beneath your sweeping strides. A familiar strain of energy buzzed through the map of your nervous system, intertwining itself with your very essence and pulling you deeper into the temple. It was the same, sparking a buzz that prickled against your tongue whenever you’d lick into Himeko’s mouth. She was calling you further, and you answered in antiphony, stepping into the cella of the building.
The usual grand statue of her was nowhere to be seen. Instead of towering over any human that entered the room, the plinth stood empty safe for Himeko, who replaced the marble depiction of her holiness herself.
She sat in the centre of the room like a stroke of colour, splattered against a blank canvas. The rushing waterfall of rouge spilling over her shoulders stood out brightly in the enclosed space of marble, and with a hook of her finger, beckoning you closer, her magic encased you. You flew like a fairy through the air as she brought you to the foot of her pedestal.
The statue itself would’ve been big, but she outclassed it in size and beauty, taking on a larger form than you had ever seen her appear in before. Up the slope of her chin and nose, you stared like a reverent follower as moonlight squeezed through the carvings in the ceiling. It pierced through her hair, providing the ends of her locks with an amber halo to lose yourself in.
“Hello, my sweet,” she greeted, a slow grin stretched across her painted lips. You swallowed, able to taste the mulberry spread across them with just the sight alone.
“My goddess,” you breathed, still feverish from the rush of your dream and the sight of her before you.
Your hands stretched upwards to her in a base instinct, a small creature reaching for the embrace of Olympus. Himeko’s hands wound gently around your wrists, capturing them entirely with more to spare before she lifted you. Her skin was soft as velvet in the casual display of her strength, and she welcomed you in with the partition of her legs, her dress splitting like clouds in a blue sky above.
You could smell her before you saw her, ripe and sweet as her cunt just barely peeked through the white layers of the dress’ chiffon. You parted the fabric like a curtain on your own initiative, and she glistened with want before you. Her clit had already revealed itself on its own, a button eager for your press.
“Again, so formal,” she chuckled. It was the first time you had heard her voice so airy. It echoed throughout the chamber, rich with power, yet soft with a vulnerability that she alone allowed you to bear witness to.
Her head tilted between your glances, which remained in conflict of settling on her face or on her pussy. It amused her so as she leaned back into a lounge, dipping her chin coyly.
“Please,” she intoned, in a voice less than desperate.
She was teasing, not begging. That was below her. You figured as much when she followed up with the words you had once presented her with from so long ago, turned against you like a blade to your throat.
“Accept this gift of mine with a favourable mind and heart. Let me experience the warmth that is your attention.”
You had offered this prayer to her not long after your first encounter with the goddess, when she’d erased herself from your life to draw you out and render you desperate for her presence.
If you could flush any further than you were now, you did.
“Himeko,” you whined, correcting your previous formality. It was a knee-jerk reaction to her overwhelming presence that she did not fail to correct you upon. “Don’t be cruel.”
“Cruel?” She repeated. “I offer you such an opportunity, and you call me cruel? Do you wish for me to return you home?”
Himeko’s knees twitched, flickering closer to one another as if to fall shut in threat. Even if your strength were but a brush of an eyelash in comparison to her own, your hands flew between them, bracing them open.
She did not really mean to shut them. She was truly cruel.
“No, no,” you rasped. Your brain rattled with how quickly you shook your head, desperate as you pulled yourself closer. “I’m sorry. I want to—can I…?”
Her lips pulled back into another smile as she watched you, revealing rows of perfectly straight and pearly teeth. Entertained by your fickle and lusted nature, a droplet of desire escaped her hole, but it did not escape your attention. You watched it drip onto the stone pedestal below her.
“May you…? What, I cannot read your mind, dear one.”
She could, she has, and she will forevermore. And each time you grew aware of that fact, she plucked it clean from your mind.
“M-May I… taste you? Please, Himeko?”
She sighed at your voice curling into such a delicious sentence. You were meek in your address, but the hunger in your eyes was visceral. Himeko nodded once, sliding her fingers over the top of your head as she spread her thighs further.
Her hands dwarfed your head, and you wondered if her cunt would do the same.
“Yes, dear, you may.”
In that same breath, Himeko brought your face just before her wetness. Her hole clenched with anticipation, and somehow, you held enough patience to stand still and breathe in deeply. Her scent flooded your nostrils and rendered you dizzy with desire, your eyes fluttering shut automatically as you were brought to ecstasy by the whiff alone.
Himeko tasted better than she smelled.
With your tongue unfurled, you licked up her cunt, starting at her fluttering entrance and scooping up her essence until you reached her clit. She sung out like a songbird, and a shiver wracked musically through your spine like she had dragged a mallet down each of its grooves.
“Himeko,” you muffled into her, and her hands tightened on your head at the sound.
Your tongue laved desperately, like you had found an oasis in the centre of a desert. She was certainly wet enough for you to mistake her for one, leaving your chin soaked and a puddle slick beneath her.
“Oh, heavens above.”
She even cursed like a divine being, canting her hips up into your face as she dragged your tongue from her clit to her hole, offering you to drink from her sprout.
You did so eagerly, moving a thumb up to meet where your tongue could no longer reach, slathering smooth circles onto her pearl. It was already so slick with your saliva that your finger nearly slipped off a few times, only to redirect itself and provide her with more pleasure than you previously did.
“Good. You’re so good for me. Sweet little thing—so small.”
She seethed the last few words through her teeth like she could barely fathom how well you ate her. Even her eyebrows knit with this apparent frustration, more a reflection of how tightly you were winding the pleasure within her belly. It was a flame ready to burst into a fire in a moment’s breath, and you chased that heat desperately.
You continued pressing your tongue into the wet clutch of her hole. She was so large that you couldn’t imagine that you reached too deeply, but she cried out nonetheless, back curling into a glorious arch.
You wondered if rainbows were modelled after her likeness as you licked into her. You wondered again if whether morning dew was a reference to how perfect she appeared with perspiration shining along her forehead. Your mind could not afford to wander for long, not with the marble beneath you biting into your knees and the sound of her cries flowing into your ears.
Each taste of Himeko bloomed revolutionarily against your tongue as you licked and suckled, despite having been lapping for quite some time.
She was as sweet as the honey you’d once offered her, but she supplied you with a certain tang all the same, keeping you hooked as she ground herself up and down your face. You were certain that nowhere was left dry with how raggedly she humped. You were off the wagon with her, and you never imagined boarding once more.
“Do you enjoy this?” She breathed out, taunting even in her depravity.
Golden eyes settled on the swivelling motions of your hips, jerking mindlessly for some sort of friction. When you reached a shaky hand to relieve yourself of your agonizing desire, she did not allow it, only pulling it up to press into the plush of her breast.
You groaned as her tit practically spilled through between your fingers, moving you to pinch her nipple absentmindedly. Her sounds made your crotch grow even hotter with need, but you didn’t dare to pull your hands away from where she wanted you.
“Yes—” you slurred, moving back up to pull her clit between your lips in a suckle. You dipped your fingers into her, needing four to provide her with any sort of pleasure. “Yes, yes. I do, Himeko. Please. Tastes so good.”
Himeko tossed her head backwards on her shoulders at the slight stretch, her hair falling like the most carefully draped gown. Any thoughts of shrinking to a more accommodating size disappearing when you provided her with exactly what she needed.
Your words, however, fuzzed through her ears, barely registering as her jaw dropped. Drool seeped down her chin and dripped over your fingers that still fondled her chest.
You wished so deeply to be able to lick her face clean, but you sufficed with the addiction that was her core. The feeling of rolling your tongue along her hardened clit was satisfying enough, and you curled your fingers with each push inside to emphasize your dedication.
“Oh, Flower, I am so close.” She whispered the words like she’d shatter with anything louder, and she nearly did when you moaned into her at the pet name.
She only ever called you that when she was particularly enamoured by you, wishing to lick the dew off your every petal. Though, you supposed that this night, that was your purpose.
If you had pressed any further against her, you were certain you would’ve moulded into the shape of her folds. Still, you would not complain about such a fate when her heat clenched so tightly around you. She was close and crashing so strongly that your fingers struggled to continue their pumping into her.
Himeko’s velvety walls fluttered violently, pulsing like a second heartbeat before providing a final choke, holding your hand still as her climax washed over her. Your fingers and palm grew soaked up to your arm, yet you continued to lap until she divorced you from her heat, blearily blinking down at you as she examined your ruined appearance. You couldn’t say she was ruined the same, not when she looked so ethereal.
Your eyes dropped back down, swallowing whatever blend of saliva and slick that remained pooled in your mouth as you pulled your fingers free from the cold of her cunt. You missed her warmth already, but her apparent satisfaction soothed your woes entirely.
“Good?” You questioned, though you knew her answer just by how heavily her chest heaved.
Another one of her gorgeous smiles graced you with a response as Himeko pulled you up to her level. She panted, taking you in one final time before kissing the taste of herself right off your tongue.
“So good, darling. Now,” she pulled back, peering through the cut of her lashes at you. “Lay back, and let me return the favour.”
next ;; part 2, part 3
featuring ;; goddess!himeko x human!gender neutral!reader
content ;; yearning, just a whole bunch of references to greek mythology bc i took ONE (1) intro to greek myth class, reader is a little non believer lolol so.. religion as it persists to... greek gods, take a shot every time i say some variation of 'divine'
note ;; this lil fic is my baby... it's my heart fr... kisses to my lovely omega reader @chaer-cherry and glory to himeko the most beautiful amazing goddess to exist
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Himeko missed naught. The goddess of wisdom and navigation’s vision was all-encompassing, reaching the deepest depths of the seas and the highest peaks of mountains. But, somehow, in life’s many mysteries to grapple, she had missed you.
You, the little human who went about their life without any care for the gods and goddesses that reside in the mountains above. Who goes about, hunting to feed your family, and scoffs at the notion of setting sacrifices aside for the ascended. You, who’d much prefer to subscribe to the rambles of philosophers over the fragmented mumbles of holy oracles.
It was unheard of, blasphemy in its very name. Every breath you drew in disbelief of the divine was an offence worthy of retribution from any god made aware of your menial, faithless existence. Himeko could picture it then: one of her brother gods killing your family’s cattle with a wave of his hand. Or, perhaps, a lifelong curse of bad luck laid upon you without so much as a second glance. One evil enough to wane your human spirit dry.
You were lucky to catch her eye first.
When she did find you, on an unimportant day in which you passed a statue in her image without so much as a nod, she considered she could deliver this punishment herself. Reach her hand out and plunge her mighty claw down through the clouds, twisting your fate into an untimely demise and leaving you to rot in the tall grass you waded through.
She could make it slow, painful, and cruel—something she had done in her time’s past with much less concern for beings as lowly as yourself. Yet, this time, she didn’t.
There was a certain charm in your carelessness. A foolish one, yes, but unlike many others, you carried your plights and burdens yourself, not needing a god to turn to. If she were to put you in her own words, she’d describe you as a regrettably self-reliant human, admirable, even, if the light hit right and if she were to squint.
In the following months, your largely insignificant existence had become one of passing entertainment to Himeko, who sat herself on a distant mountain where your eyes couldn’t dream to reach.
She stalked from there, unbothered by the forces of the mortal realm. She let the winds blow her fiery hair, unravelling her locks into a perfect cascade over her shoulders. Neither did she mind when her robes, spun holy with the finest of gossamer, splayed out against the rocky terrain, never dirtying.
The mountain, now made her theatre box, soon turned to a near-constant throne for the goddess. Her eyes never drifted from your measly form, toiling each day as you tended to your family’s farm. She’d watch closely enough to see the sweat roll down the back of your neck and dampen your cloth, and you’d itch at the feeling of being watched.
From that same mountain, she’d watch through a crack in your home’s walls as your family feasted. Bristled when you didn’t mind the prayer and clenched her jaw when you graced a bow to daily sacrifice so ingenuine that even your mother pressed a hand to your head to prostrate you further.
Strikingly, Himeko never turned her attention elsewhere despite your blatant shows of disrespect, whether intended or not, in your disbelief. In fact, she offered the blanket of her protection when she felt it too risky to leave it up to luck that another god wouldn’t find and smite you; accordingly, she held a cover over you when you fetched water from the nearest well, worried if you were to catch the ire of a nearby water god.
It took a year until she finally descended.
That winter, a steady river of misfortune had befallen your family.
Himeko, after her own somewhat frantic investigations, had found it to be a random stroke of her sister goddess Qinque’s, the goddess of chance, workings, and thus taken liberty in her domain of wisdom to grant you dreams and visions to aid in your peril.
When your home crumbled under December’s thunderstorms, a side effect of a quarrel between her siblings of which she held no interest, she gifted you the knowledge to patch up any destruction with a proficiency that almost led you to consider a path of carpentry.
Your father, by unfortunate chance, had fallen ill that year as well. Just another burden atop the endless gripe of the stormy seasons. The responsibility of hunting, once shared between you and him, had fallen to yourself alone—siblings much too young to venture into the forests bordering your village.
The mystified shrubbery was infested with nymphs, a breeding ground for violence and trickery, and a remnant of the world before the current gods’ rule. So, when you pressed on into the bush without the long-honed familiarity of the paths of which your father would often guide you, it was no surprise when the trees blended into each other and the paths looked all the same. You were lost.
You, in your ever impious way of being, gripped your bow tight in your grasp, knuckles going white as your eyes flicked from left to right. Cautiously, you nocked an arrow as you proceeded through the woods. A lesser deity or two popping up was about as rare as hen’s teeth, and the sneaking presence of a bandit made for a much larger threat to ignore.
Still, while you scoffed to yourself at the notion of such a children’s tale being true, the anxiety of the creeping coppice that loomed over you had shadows casting into forms you swore to be a trick of the mind, unease taking shape into what you knew to be false.
Alone and afraid, what better occasion for the goddess of navigation to make herself known?
That was the question Himeko posed herself as she laid foot on a patch of grass that didn’t give under her weight—like she had never taken a step into the lush green.
She made no sound, graceful in her every movement, even to the most minute of flutters. Yet, as you eyed the thicket of trees ahead of you, something had shifted in the air, impossible to miss.
You felt her presence before you turned, each hair on the back of your neck raising.
The feeling of observation was familiar, but the intensity was not. Whatever you had thought you dreamt to be watching you was here, and it was powerful. When you turned yourself to face backward, before you stood a goddess.
Himeko stood tall and mighty, her form larger than human and too beautiful to be anything other than divine. If you had this encounter in your home, you’d imagine she’d reach your ceiling. Even past that seemed possible.
Your eyes slid over her, your throat going dry as your brain reckoned with itself. Cogs turned, and your soul felt as if it shifted in direction—your entire worldview upheaved in the quick pass of a moment.
In the face of your distress, it tickled at Himeko’s ego to watch the colour drain from your cheeks. The quiet clatter of your bow falling to the forest floor only fanned the flame behind her eye as your arrow skidded so unimportantly elsewhere.
When she opened her mouth to speak, she watched you brace yourself as if preparing to be charged at by a bull. She raised an eyebrow.
“Little human, have you lost your way?” Himeko’s question carried no real query; lips pulled into a knowing smirk.
In just seven words, her voice sent tremors through the forest floor. Tree trunks vibrated, leaves and branches shook at every syllable, and your skeleton rattled in its shell.
A lump caught in your throat; tongue tied in place. If anything you had heard and ignored about the gods throughout your life held verity, then an all-powerful being like Himeko would have known you’d find yourself lost long before stepping foot into these woods—she would know that you held no respect for what you thought to be folly: the gods. And, by extension, her.
She tilted her head, offering you an ear that you had no desire to utter a word to. The forest crept silent with her in it, every other creature and being holding their breath with you.
Himeko moved to speak once more, fingers brushing along a branch that bowed in her presence.
“This is no place for a human to find themselves stranded, is it? Many nymphs run hungry through these woods,” she advised, tongue licking a line along the ridge of her upper teeth. They were pristine white, shining brighter than any polished plate you had seen—even in your visits to the inner city of Basileia.
The only answer you could offer was a nod, but it didn’t feel like enough. How does one address a goddess?
You considered dropping to your knees in a newfound reverence for the divine, maybe offering a portion of the game you had dragged along with you until this point.
The slight movement seemed to suffice for Himeko, who, with an elegant wave of her hand, lifted the game to the air. You watched the display with your jaw hung open, eyes wide as saucers as the air rippled around the animal carcass—magic pulling it through the air as Himeko stepped toward you.
You willed yourself to retreat from the comely deity, but your body held unmoving under her gaze, still as a frightened deer. Her tongue clicked against her teeth in a coo as she reached out her hand, several sizes bigger than your own, and held it against your face.
She felt like the clouds, gentle and fond against your cheek as she examined you, even softer than the wool of your finest ewes.
“A fine human you are,” she observed casually, as she did not bathe you in the sunlight’s warmth with her close attention alone. Your eyes fluttered involuntarily, and she chuckled, endeared at your silence. Quickly, you dropped your gaze, your mouth working silently before finding its sound.
“Lady Himeko Hodegetria,” you uttered, voice shaky. She only laughed again.
“Oh, so formal. Be at ease; I am much more familiar with you than you know. There’s no need to be so cultish.”
She relinquished you of her touch, and you drew in a lungful of air in relief, eyes helping themselves as they returned to her gaze.
“You know me…?”
“Who do you think has been watching all this while?”
Your mouth snapped shut with a click before you dropped unceremoniously to your knees. Her hand raised with dismissal before you could press your forehead to the dirt, a soft gust of air breezing by with the movement and smelling of the stars.
“Do not bother yourself to prostrate before me. I know well of your lack of faith in the gods, and you are only alive because I will it,” she hummed, head tilting. With it, your heart leaped, every movement of hers carefully examined like a death sentence of its own.
You beguiled her with your apprehension.
“I will help you find your way through this thicket, away from the many beings that live within it. Then, dear human, I will leave you to your godless existence, as you once believed it to be.”
With that, she guided you out of the forest and disappeared the moment you turned around to thank her. Your game lay on the ground, bow and arrow set out beside it, and you peered into the bush as if to catch her visage in the leaves one final time.
...
You didn’t understand her promise until soon after.
Since that evening, you never found yourself lost in the forests or any foreign land for that matter. What’s more, wherever you turned was abundant with deer, rabbits, and birds, and your arrow never missed its target. Your family rejoiced in your successful hunts, feasting often and gaining a much-needed layer of fat over their labour-earned muscle.
It called for celebration, which, in turn, called for prayer.
Your mother, father, and each of your siblings offered a good portion of their own in sacrifice, even going as far as to include meat in what was usually limited to bone and inedible scraps. You kept your habit of keeping the meatiest to yourself, but your food never settled, and, surprisingly, you felt alone.
There was no longer the vague prickle of being watched poking at your back as you worked. When you fetched water from the well, you looked over your shoulder in a deep-seated anxiety that didn’t exist the week before. It was more unsettling being alone than being watched by who you now assumed was Himeko, goddess of wisdom and navigation.
Stubbornly, you stuck to your guns, never once offering more sacrifice than before, passing statues and paintings without so much as a second glance, and even visiting town to listen to the philosophers’ prattle more than you did before.
It was a meagre bandage for the wound Himeko had sawed open when she revealed herself to you. She had torn apart everything you once knew with a knowing eye and an easy smile, like she knew she had flipped your world on its head.
And she did. She knew you didn’t believe in her or any of her divine siblings ruling these lands. She knew, and she watched you in your blasphemous disbelief. That itself was a dangerous reality that kept you up long into the night, far after you had bid your family goodnight and blown out your candle.
Most times it meant death to not believe. Even the philosophers in town held this fear, weaving in a legend or two in their theories to appease the gods that watched their every sermon. So, your nights passed with no dreams and little sleep, eyes snapping open with every creak of a floorboard and snap of a twig outside your window.
When the paranoia and the lack of sleep eventually ate at you enough to have your family raise their concerns, you gave the gods a shot of your own.
The next morning, you bid your family goodbye on another of your visits to town.
Your parents—increasingly lenient with your frequent disappearances thanks to your recent hunting success—only shirked your responsibilities to clean the stables to your next sibling, who whined around their breakfast.
It was more than easy to sneak some jarred honey from the pantry, shoving it into the depths of your pouch as you stepped out of your home.
The sun beat down against your skin within the first few seconds outside, broiling you underneath the warm summer weather. Briefly, you remembered the soft warmth that was Himeko’s touch before blocking the heat out with a tug of your hat.
The way down to the city was a pleasant path. Not too long and and not too short, you found yourself feeling the breeze entirely anew, a god’s breath passing you by as the flowers bloomed in elegant smiles, and the birds sang hymns instead of their regular calls.
There was something mystic in this day that you know your mother would have commented on had she been with you, and you were afraid that, now, you would agree.
The city of Basileia, on the other hand, bustled differently than the chirps and skitters of the country’s fauna.
The streets were paved with stone plates, skidding beneath your sandals, and the pillars stood tall, framing each pathway through the city. Basileia seemed to hum with life, chatter constantly flowing through the air with music playing at every corner you turned.
Silence was but a myth to this place, it seemed.
“Ah, the country bumpkin returns at long last!”
You stopped in your tracks, turning to see the jolly March beaming as bright as the summer sun that beat against your skin.
She didn’t allow you a minute before pulling you close, cheek to cheek, as she kissed you in greeting. Your hat fell off with the squeeze, and the wind carried it off to find a new owner to guard with more care than you ever had.
“Let me guess,” March posed cheekily, pulling back as she regarded you. Her eyes pulled into a playful narrow, her cheery nature lifting even your own heavy spirits.
You wondered if she made frequent offerings to one of the Graces to carry such joy without fail. “You must be here to find another street philosopher to rip your ear off.”
A scoff bubbled from your chest, warm at the feeling of being so known when she was only but a friend you chatted with for a minute or two during your visits to the city. Only this once was she wrong.
“Not today,” you chuckled as her eyebrow ticked up in question.
“I’m here to listen to those buskers chitter about the gods. Either that, or maybe I’ll find a puppet show. There always seems to be one running around here…”
You trailed off as your head swivelled to scan the line of the streets and the line of vendors along it.
Naturally, your assumption would be correct; finding a group of kids and parents alike laughing along to a story of Sampo, you assumed. The god of tricks was always popular in Basileia’s entertainment.
“What?” March shook her head at your answer, her hand reaching up to itch at her jaw.
“What?” You echo curtly.
“Sorry, it’s just,” she waved a hand, eyes blinking in rapid succession. Her playful nature dissolved just as quickly into confusion. “You wish to hear about the gods? Now, I’m not one to make any grand assumptions, but I never took you for the type…”
Your lip curled into a frown at the accurate brush of her words, and perhaps being known wasn’t entirely pleasant when getting caught in your hypocrisy.
March cast her gaze to the side before returning it to you in silent question.
“It’s not what you think.” You held your hand up in dismissal. Your satchel sagged, and you firmly tugged it back up your shoulder as you spoke. “I’m just curious about one. Himeko.”
Your answer did not ease March’s confusing in the slightest.
“Himeko? That sure is random,” she huffs through her nose, glancing over once more to the stalls. “I don’t think you’ll find much busking of her, though. Unless you leave all the way to her patron city.”
Your lips tug into a purse as your shoulders droop with the weight of reality, and funnily, March looks keen enough to shoulder some of that weight if you were to go by the inquisitive shine in her eye.
“I’ve… had an inexplicable experience.” You shrugged, choosing to ignore the way she leaned herself into your bubble.
“How inexplicable?” She pressed, eyebrows raised as she slid her eyes over your figure—as if you were an entirely fascinating specimen for her to study.
“Because unless the divine have graced you with their presence, then something truly miraculous must’ve happened to spark this curiosity.”
You coughed and not-so-subtly played your discomfort off in a laugh as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Can’t I just be curious?” You defended, turning your side to her as you examined the path you had just come from, almost reaching out to return home with your eyes alone. “I’d imagine anyone else would readily extend their support to one opening their hearts to the gods.”
March gasped, clasping a hand over your shoulder before jostling every single thought from your brain until you turned your attention back to her.
“Of course I support you, friend! I only kid,” she reassured with a whine, and despite her dramatics, there was that endless glimmer of mirth in her eyes and her signature quirk to her lip.
You award her only an eye roll before turning back to examine your path.
“I think…” Your hand tightened on the strap of your satchel. “I think I’ll leave an offering.”
You barely got the words out before you were yanked backwards by March’s lingering hand.
You caught a glimpse of a future where your shoulder was entirely dislocated, but her shouts didn’t allow for any longer of the vista.
“You?!” She guffawed, looking identical to that aggravating rooster that wakes you up each morning. Only then did you muster up the trouble to wring yourself out of her grip.
“Yes, me!” You hissed out, and a couple passersby pretended they weren’t watching your friendly spat. “Stop acting like it’s impossible to… try new things!”
As soon as your cry left your lungs, hands waving through the air in a craze, your frustrated expression crumpled into one of exhaustion. All March awarded you with was a laugh right in the face of your outburst.
“Making offerings is hardly a ‘new thing.’ I bet you left out bones after dinner last night!” She grinned as if you were the most hilarious thing she had come across this week, only to run right back to whining when you turned your back to stomp off, her hand wrapping around your wrist.
You yanked yourself free again, not giving her another millisecond of your time. People oohed around you as you all but trudged back the way you came.
“I’m sorry!” Her call didn’t sound apologetic at all, and you threw up the most offensive finger over your back. People laughed.
“Hey! Well, have fun!”
You took the long way home this time.
The breeze felt more like that of a wind, pressing you forward with the same terrible power underlying its wisps as this morning. Except, with March’s teasing, it only moved you to clench your jaw.
If you were any less respectful of a person, you’d have stomped out a few flowers out of frustration alone. Though the image of actually going through with such an urge only reminded you of your most irritating younger siblings, and the last thing you were going to do was emulate them. So, you carried on.
The path returned to dirt rather quickly, and then you broke off its guidance, knowing exactly your way back to the grassy field that tickled up to your thighs. Your pace only picked up, as if a flame were flickering beneath your ribs, compelling you to run further.
In the brief moments you allowed yourself to think about the goddess Himeko, you wondered if you were now akin to just being outside the rays of her vision, pushing through the grass with little care how it flattened beneath you.
If it were her passing through this field, Himeko would leave no such effect in her track.
Himeko’s statue here was… old, but it didn’t fail to raise goosebumps on your skin. The image of the goddess was in dire need of a new layer of paint, but it resembled her form enough that you could picture her there. With you. In flesh.
So, you lowered yourself carefully. One knee into the tiny clearing, and then the other joining alongside it. Ducking your head under the strap of your satchel, you felt the familiar prickle that you’d been missing the past months.
Still, you didn’t falter, no matter how awkward you felt doing this genuinely of your own volition.
Fishing the honey from your bag, you set it before you carefully. Each of your movements was slow, prolonging itself before you transitioned to the next.
A breeze passed over you, and if you were crazy enough to guess, you’d say it felt almost like a chuckle. Then, you lowered your head until the grass tickled your eyebrows.
“Hear me, Himeko Hodegetria, who guides those lost and brings wisdom to those ignorant.” Your tone was stiff as you spoke out the prayer. Every word felt entirely unfamiliar in your voice rather than your parents’, but you kept on.
“I offer you this honey, sacred and sweet as the songs of the Muses; I honour you with this nectar of the hive.”
The more you spoke the rote words, the more your mind drifted elsewhere in rebellion to your apparent benediction.
You wondered how, if at all, anyone could remain entirely focused on a prayer.
So rigid and supplicant. Still, something gripped at you from within, like a hand wrapped around your soul. It drove you forward, your ambition, your selfishness in having this goddess gracing you with another visit.
“Please, accept this gift of mine with a favourable mind and heart.”
Drawing a breath, you continued. “In return, I ask that you see me once more. Come again, and let me experience the warmth that is your attention…”
This time, all your hairs stood on end.
“So formal… though, I must admit, it is pleasant to see you prostrated so. Even if I advised you not to last time.”
If you were to describe Himeko’s voice, it would be a physical thing.
One you could feel pass over your body before it carved your attention directly into her presence. And her presence was mighty. It pounded through the air like something more than the word ‘divine’ could do justice. It set your heart alight.
You unfolded like a flower taking bloom, straightening your posture to regard the goddess.
Already standing at what could be nearly 3 meters tall, she loomed further as you knelt, and you felt inclined to reach up and out to her. You kept your arms at your sides, and the grass tickled at your forearms just as her gaze did your entire body.
“My lady,” you said in awe for a moment, caught up once again in her beauty.
Himeko only smiled at the breathiness of your tone, head tilting down to your tiny form, and it stirred embarrassment in you like nothing else. So, you forced yourself to lace up your attitude.
You had met the goddess once; that was enough time to gawk.
“Himeko,” you corrected yourself, dropping the formalities as she so wished. Any devotee’s stomach would shrivel up to a raisin at the temerity you possessed to do such a thing.
Himeko only raised a brow, perfectly curved and fiery as the rest of her mane that cascaded down her back in a waterfall. Your blood rushed with it.
It was only an address, but it was one without a title. You crossed a line and faced no penalty.
Instead, you were given an invitation.
The goddess lowered herself to the foot of her statue, a queen lowering herself to her subject, and the surrounding nature fluttered with her, simultaneously moved and unbothered by her.
You stared openly as your mind wrought the paradox of it all, and you thought you understood why so many legends contradicted and belied each other: there was no defining the gods. Not as mortals, never.
“Yes, little human?” Himeko responded, peering down at you even as she sat.
Her posture was tall, uncurved, and imposing. Still, you didn’t notice yourself lean forward. She did.
“What is it that you seek?”
You breathed out through your nose, dropping your gaze for a minute to the pot of honey before it was drawn back to Himeko. You shrugged with your chin.
“You.”
The admission came easier than you imagined it would. Like Himeko could unravel you with a stare alone, splaying you further open beneath her all-seeing eyes. It should’ve unnerved you. Terrified you, even. But your eyes only glimmered, pupils widening within their wreaths of colour.
Such a human reaction. So bodily. Himeko tilted her head at the sight.
“Me?” She questioned. “I am a goddess. And I thought you denied the divine.”
You opened your mouth, but she didn’t stop speaking.
“I watched you deny the divine. How could you seek me out?”
You blinked a moment, and then you shut your mouth.
Goddess or not, you knew what she was doing. She was teasing you. A small part of you thought it unfair that someone so high could do such a thing. Still, your shoulders relaxed at the notion, your back no longer wrung tight with your previous anxiety. The stories were accurate in painting the playfulness of the gods.
“Exactly. You—” You cut yourself off with a silent scoff of exasperation. At yourself, at the situation, and at what you’d even say to her. “You watched me. And after the forest, you disappeared. Why?”
You scooted a little closer when she chuckled softly, no doubt dirtying your clothing with the dirt beneath you. You didn’t pay it any mind as the world curled in around you, almost moving you closer to the goddess—an invisible draw, a pulse of connection.
“You humans are so entertaining.” Waving a hand, Himeko’s eyes moved in a circle, unabashedly amused by you. “Always contradicting yourselves. Always.”
She didn’t seem keen to answer your question directly anytime soon. You could tell by the way her eyes passed yours. Not in avoidance, but to pass over you, taking in a sight she had long missed.
So, instead of responding, her hand reached over, and you held your breath as she dipped her hand into the jar of honey.
Her finger scooped out a generous portion from the container, but on her finger, it looked meagre. Then, she drew her finger into her mouth, humming around the digit. You did not know how to feel, but your stomach did flutter, and you willed your thighs to remain in place.
“Your mother will be angry to come to find such a fine treat was offered in whole,” she all but purred. This time, her eyes never left yours. Not for a moment. You could only relieve yourself by briefly averting your own. “Has no one taught you to portion your offerings?”
You shook your head. “Well, I’ve never done this on my own. Only alongside my family.”
She nodded in understanding, plucking the jar up between her fingers. It was miniscule as she peered into the amber jelly. It reminded you of her eyes, amber all the same, but vibrant to an entirely different extreme.
“Yes, where you only mimicked instead of practiced,” she nodded, shutting her eyes at the memories of your dinners and joint prayers. “As I remember it, you were quite adorable then. Consistently disinclined to show any respect whatsoever.”
At the callout, your cheeks flushed. A casual mention of your blasphemy, much like the previous, but so much different. She watched every time. It’s, of course, a fact you’ve already reckoned with many times before, but her repeated admission makes your brain stutter.
In your embarrassment, you held your hand out, palm up, and swallowed when she opened her eyes to regard the gesture.
“If you don’t need it all, then…” Your tone fizzled out with your nerve, fingers twitching under her attention.
Himeko’s lips curled upward in a smirk, lax and almost doting as her hand found yours.
It was so much larger than yours, warmer than anything but not hot, and never uncomfortable. She held your hand between her forefinger and your thumb, and all your senses zeroed in on that touch alone before she spoke again. You felt delightfully helpless.
“Oh, no, I think I’ll keep this one. It’s your first offering after all.”
You let her hold you for a moment and stared for longer. Time stopped under divinity’s gaze, it seemed, and it emboldened you to wrap your hand around her thumb before sliding sideways to grasp her palm with your entire hand.
Like that, she pulled you up to her, lifting you with an ease that told you that she could move mountains without breaking a sweat. And if she did, it would likely feed the earth beneath her enough to bloom an entire paradise anew.
“Little human,” she cooed, once she had you in her grasp. You sat on her knees, staring up at her with so much wonder she might’ve melted right there.
“I didn’t mean to upset you with my disappearance.” Her finger traced along your hairline and curled along the line of your jaw, and your skin prickled with raw power in its wake. “I only meant to teach you a small lesson, but even having left you for so long was a trial in itself.”
If not at her gentle touch, your chest felt light at the image of her words.
Himeko, who has defined cardinal direction, guided the greatest of heroes, and civilized cities with language and invention, found difficulty in merely turning her attention away from… you.
And who were you? A simple human born to a family of farmers. Jiaoqiu, the god of harvest, seemed closer to a match to a deity that would find interest in your unimportant soul. But even then, you were insignificant in most regards, a speck of dust within the grand and godly scheme of things.
“Was it? A trial? Truly?” You pressed, shuddering at her touch. You couldn’t pay your body’s reactions any mind, attention entirely gripped by Himeko’s confession. “Was it terrible?”
Her laugh curls around you, and she draws her knees higher to examine you more closely. She looked prettier than a star this close, and you reached your hand up to hold onto her arm to keep yourself from falling over.
“Oh yes,” she hummed, and your posture straightened with gratification.
How pleasant was it to be acknowledged by a god? You suddenly understood the heroes before you, and, humanly, the contented smirk tugging at your lips was impossible to wrangle. Himeko’s thumb brushed over the raised apple of your cheek in appreciation.
“How long did you fancy yourself over such a skeptic, then?”
The question was laden with indulgence, childish, and eager, but Himeko didn’t seem to mind it, and flowers blossomed around her as she laughed once more. She didn’t bother to correct your choice of words, and, instead, her finger drew behind your ear before slipping down to your shoulder and landing over your heart.
“How long have you felt me? Watching you so closely.”
Falling silent, you pored yourself over a response. A definite answer escaped your meditation, just like any coherent thought ferreted away with Himeko’s inquisitive stare pinning you in her hold.
Days, weeks, maybe months. The feeling of her watchful gaze then had grown so familiar. There were days when the feeling had felt as natural as the wind passing over your shoulders or the sun kissing at your skin.
Your eyes fell to her throat, huffing a noise if only to brush off the weight of the realization.
“Long,” you answered. She didn’t push, but you caught the grass you had flattened rising back to its full height.
“And in the woods?” She said your name then, and your stomach flipped in response. “Did it astound you, seeing me? I must’ve turned your worldview inside out.”
Her first two fingers pressed against your chest gently, but it felt like she reached down into your very soul. You wondered if she could, if she was making herself aware of it, familiar with it. If she was, you willed yourself to allow her the opportunity.
“I felt your heart race, you know. Quick as a hare.”
You properly flushed then, but you didn’t back down. Himeko smiled when you met her eyes again, and you felt every emotion reflected in her amber gaze.
“So why ask a question you already know the answer to?” You pose with a tight narrowing of your eyes.
The pressure on your chest released, but her grasp on your spirit did not.
You could feel the impish admittance in her words before they left her. “I’d prefer to hear you admit this truth.”
You pursed your lips before licking them, and you felt her watch it all because she could. When you nodded, she kept silent, imploring without any true request. Not like she needed to. Reluctantly, then, you uttered the admission.
“Then,” Himeko intoned, leaning her head against the leg of the statue. Her fingers traced over your lips just a moment before returning to your side, as if to swipe the wetness of your saliva into her own skin. When you licked them again, they tasted of honey. “May I continue to watch you, dear human?”
When your heart picked up this time, you wondered if she could hear it. Your question was answered when her eyes flickered to your chest. When you caught a similar pulse in the air, you were caught between it being your ears fooling you or Himeko’s marching in beat with your own.
“Only watch?” You said, coy as ever.
What you saw next felt impossible. Himeko’s head lifted from the statue, eyelashes rising in a moment of surprise before she leaned in closer to you, peering into your very soul. Her warmth enveloped you like an embrace, returning you to something primordial. This is what it meant to be held by a god.
“Would you like more?” She questioned, her tone dipped in a flavour of zeal that you swore you could never forget. It made you consider yourself. Consider the fact that only a week ago, you’d have denied her entire existence. She didn’t bother to wait for your response.
“If that is what you wish, human,” she begins, eyes curling into the slightest of crescents. “Visit this statue should you wish to see me again.”
You pouted, and it felt as if she was hanging off the expression with a degree of fascination that released a great set of butterflies into your stomach.
“This statue is far,” you replied. Himeko smiled again then, pressing her forehead to yours. Her eyes fluttered shut, but you kept watching.
“Then,” she muttered as if she was carving a rule into the law of this universe. “Should you call my name, I shall appear.”
as much as i enjoy my fluff, goddess!himeko is still a GOD. her normal is not normal at all. she watches you, she knows everything that happens around you, and sometimes directly intervenes beyond your knowing. it can get creepy when she slips up and mentions something you've never brought up, and she'll do everything in her power to convince you that you did... eeekkkkkkkk
Hello I’m sorry another idea crossed my mind—also idk how asks work entirely I’ve never done them before you are the first person I tried sending asks to (ur writing is so good ;w;) what would say Acheron and BlackSwan (milf or not either is good) and maybe Himeko think of having a shorter partner? Like only 5ft tall I feel like these women might be protective already but if you are short I feel like they will be even more so + more cuteness aggression perhaps…?
being short means one of acheron's favourite sights is the top of your head TOTOTOT she REALLY cant help herself with a short partner her hand is magnetically drawn to the top of your head for headpats fkjdshfkds her heart lowkey breaks every time you get irritated with her for it because it's like second nature to her... how could she not reach out when youre just right??? there????? she'll settle for a hand on your shoulder but its not the same <//3 still, all is well when she gets to see how you have to tilt your head up to look at her when you talk ESPECIALLY if you're standing particularly close fdskds she'll melt into a puddle of goo (aka she'll give you a soft smile and a sweet kiss to your forehead as if she isnt dying from how adorable you are)
swannie is certainly more prone to cuteness aggression with a shorter partner and she expresses it in the form of gentle teasing fdjshfsdk what did u expect?? she's already a naturally teasing woman so when you're her number one person you are simultaneously her number one target!!! she's actually not too mean though, she really really loves when you press up onto your toes to kiss her. heart attack worthy icl. she'll watch you for a few seconds and bask in the adorable sight before leaning down to meet you halfway. she ADOOORES smoothing her hands down your sides because shes in LOVE with your stature, and the feeling of your height difference against her is just... chefs kiss
himeko is an ESPECIALLY adoring partner height be damned. but it isnt damned this time and is actually the main topic of the conversation and lets just sayyy she your height difference is a big factor in her affections for you. its just so sweet, and she's a big fan of taking advantage of this and having you sit in front of her during baths,,, she just cant get over the feeling over being able to curl herself around you like wow :') you're so cute. here, take her credit card and buy whatever you like. OH, speaking of. she's already the type of woman to spoil her lover, so she loves dressing you up and seeing you in all sorts of things. she knows your sizes to a T, so there's no worrying if things will fit when she asks you to give her a fashion show of all that either of you have spent on her card TOT
himeko's favourite thing in the WHOLE world is putting herself right up in your space once youre fresh out the shower.... she will breathe you in with her hands alllll over you talking about good you smell and how soft you are ugh you'd think she's addicted (she is)
himeko enjoys it when you pick up the phone within the first two rings because she pictures you wide eyed with excitement just to speak with her and she genuinely gets cuteness aggression (she's literally just as eager tf)
