#himeko x reader

[thequietkid-moonie]

⸺ Himeko

⚘ Autistic memeber of the Astral Express

⚘ Darling wants to leave the Astral Express (Yandere)

⚘ "Do you think we are together in every universe?"

⚘ Close your eyes, have no fear

⚘ You, you, you and only you, no need of someone else (Yandere)

✧˖°.☾ Main masterlist || Mixed masterlist ✧˖°.☾

[spirit-lanterns]

In addition to your scissoring post: i feel like Himeko would be soo good at it oh god...i need her so bad

CW: Scissoring, orgasm, older girlfriend x younger girlfriend, Himeko x Fem! Reader

She does check off the boxes for being an older, experienced lady. How did I forget about her? The OG older lady of HSR 😭

Imagine Himeko lovingly tossing your leg over her shoulder, slotting her red bushy pussy over your own and grinding so gently. Her blazing yellow eyes seem to pin you down as slick and other lubricants squelch lewdly from your kissing folds. It’s such a flustering sight, not to mention how Himeko would command you to look down at where you were conjoined, at how her cunt just meshes so well on yours and rubs against your swollen clit. It’s clear Himeko knows what she’s doing, all those nights in her younger days where she’d bring woman over, all coming back to her at once. She’s proud to show off her experience, one strong arm hiking your leg higher so she could grind more deeply.

Your moans grow sharper, Himeko shushes you with her lips before laughing softly at your enthusiasm.

“Quiet down now,” she whispers, “The crew is asleep.”

Oh, but it’s so hard to keep quiet when your much older girlfriend feels so soft and hot above you. Your body might as well orgasm alone from the sheer intensity of Himeko’s heat. It’s even more smoldering down there, the extra friction causing a delicious burn that leaves your flower feeling tingly. Himeko really is too good of a scissoring sapphic for baby gays to handle.

Your first orgasm rips through like a shock, but Himeko expects it. She’ll catch you in her arms, holding you tightly while your cute cunt twitches and spasms below hers. She can feel you tremble, another rush of slick (aka cum) running down her thighs. She can’t resist smiling in pride, peppering your sweaty forehead in kisses while she admires the little mess between your legs. It got all over Himeko thanks to your scissoring position, but Himeko doesn’t mind. She’ll clean it all up anyways for you, right after she takes care of her still-recovering girlfriend.

[kingdomofalani]

Thermotēs | Himeko x Gn!Reader

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 wc ;; 2.8k requests + asks ;; open... but i just reply slow af bru

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.”

[spirit-lanterns]

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hi okay im a little late on this i am such a huge himeko fan and i read the himeko mecha/pilot stuff from earlier and i was working on my car and the absolute brain worms that got to me like “i’d love to do maintenance on a big robot lady it feels intomate 🤤 “

that is all have a good day love ur work as alwayss

CW: Robotfucking, wireplay mention, doing maintenance and cleaning on Himeko but it turns lewd, Mecha! Himeko

Nothing more intimate than doing maintenance on your giant mecha girlfriend. I wonder if Mecha! Himeko’s internal compartments are sensitive when you poke around in them. I don’t think you’d be able to hurt her, but there’s a cute little purr from Himeko’s engine that shows how much she enjoys your delicate hands.

You could lowkey do wire play with her too by tugging on some of them during maintenance, but it’d be a little difficult since Himeko’s wires are a lot bigger due to her being a mech. Oh well, you could certainly try by lightly stroking them and watching your robot wife shudder above you. Maybe she made a mistake letting her tiny human wife fix her, she knows how handsy you can get.

This can lowkey escalate to you cleaning Himeko too. I imagine that mechs get absolutely filthy during missions, so it’s your job as her pilot and wife to make sure she is clean. Cue you rubbing down Himeko’s shiny plates and tenderly oiling her joints. Himeko swears you’re doing this on purpose, but you assure her you’re just “Making sure she’s properly clean.”

Then you proceed to clean her cockpit and erotically wipe down her gearshift several times more than necessary. It’s just too fun watching your wife lose her mind, buckling in the garage while you rub her down. That gearshift was the equivalent of you know what to her, and here you are just stroking it and watching your wife scowl. She’s gonna get you back for this, she swears she will. Once you climb out of her chassis, she’s scooping you up to “repay” the favor.

[romanceineternaldreams]

i wonder what it would be like as someone who grew up alongside himeko back in planarcadia.

days spent together in graphia academy, running around, beating up bullies, painting imagenae together from stories she’d tell you. a childish love that grew into something more. holding hands in the hallways and dreaming of adventuring somewhere far together in the future.

nights spent with her when she was feeling ill or weak, her father absent and unable to come as quickly as you. maybe you’d read her a story until she falls asleep. comfort her as the weathering curse takes its toll. it always reminds you of the little time you have with himeko.

close as you were, she never fully opened up to you. the timer on her life kept her from truly opening her heart. she doesn’t want to break yours when she inevitably succumbs to her disease.

you never strayed too far from duomension city for university, but you weren’t with himeko all the time. you always kept in touch with her. until that day..

…the herald of death came. he slaughtered many. by the time you came back, it was too late. himeko was gone, far, far away from planarcadia. you never even got to say goodbye.

so how is it she stood before you now?

the astral express arrives for the phantasmoon games fifteen years later.. an elegant woman steps onto the train station platform, with long red hair and warm golden eyes.

who is that?

your eyes meet on the train station. time seems to stop for just that moment. it’s just you and himeko. many words left unsaid and questions unanswered. how did she survive? what happened to the weathering curse? what has she been doing all these years? and.. why did she never call?

you only knew one thing: you can’t lose her again. even if that meant abandoning planarcadia to board that train and fulfill those childish dreams you both once held.

[spirit-lanterns]

Okay, but with the mention of Himeko fucking you using her mech/robot gave me an idea

Basically imagine an AU where Himeko Nova IS the mech!

Or, more precisely, "Nova" is the official chassis model designation, while "Himeko" is the sentient AI installed into its systems to help you operate it (or even operating by herself while you're active outside, kinda like the Titans from Titanfall if you’ve ever heard of those games).

And you, are the sweet, brave-hearted pilot selected to pilot her ☝️

Honestly getting a little sleepy irl, so unfortunately don't have too many details for how this would work, besides Himeko at ome point sneakily installing some "surprise features" into the seat of her cockpit for the next time you sit down to link up with her~

💋Anon

CW: Robot-fucking(?), more like mech-fucking, size kink, cockwarming, mentioned fingering and groping, Mech! Himeko, may be ooc for Himeko

This feeds my robot-fucking needs like you can’t even imagine 🤤. Because wdym you combined size difference, robot sex and cockwarming all into one prompt? I can’t help but imagine Mech! Himeko like a transformer of sorts. I never got into transformers but I think you can get inside them and ride them like a mech? Someone correct me on that. But in my head; Mech! Himeko would be active even without you piloting her from the inside, so I see her being akin to a transformer with how she can function and communicate without a pilot.

Anyways, I love the idea of Mech! Himeko growing attached to her cute pilot and wanting to spoil her and protect her. The AI that is “Himeko” is supposed to be a professional helper, yet she goes against her coding and coddles you like a lover would. Your relationship with your mech is quite unprofessional compared to your peers if I do say so myself, but no one really bats an eye. That’s just your super tall, robot girlfriend mhm. Your super tall mech girlfriend who sometimes surprises you by adding “adjustments” to her cockpit so you can be more…comfortable.

I’m talking one day you climb into Himeko Nova’s chassis to do some training, and you just see a mechanical dildo strapped to the chair that you normally sit in. You shyly question why Himeko has chosen that as an upgrade, unable to stop staring at it because she had chosen something rather large, but Himeko’s robotic voice echos a tone of amusement.

“It’s just for today. Try it out, it’s a more…thorough way of deepening our bond.”

And deep does she go. You could barely focus on your training as you cockwarm the dildo attached to your seat while piloting Mech! Himeko’s movements. The dildo even occasionally thrusts into you from Himeko moving the dildo on her own. It is attached to her mechanical body after all, so of course she can control its movements and how fast it goes, practically pistoning into you like one of those riding machines.

Ugh, now I’m thinking about all the other ways Mech! Himeko could pleasure you from within her cockpit. Since it’s all her body, she can control anything. So besides the dildo attached to the seat, I wonder if Mech! Himeko would have hands inside the chassis too. Hands for holding her lover down, groping her, maybe even fingering…

The ideas are endless and I can see Pilot! Reader climbing out of Mech! Himeko’s chassis with wobbly legs and a barely coherent voice. Meanwhile your tall, Mech! Girlfriend is chuckling to herself contently. She knew you enjoyed that, already wondering what else she can add to herself to make her pilot cry <3

[spirit-lanterns]

If you see her full splash, Himeko's also getting a bigass robot!

Unclear if it's meant to be a robot-robot, or some sort of massive tokusatsu-type mecha, but let's say it's the latter...

...Imagine you and her fucking in the cockpit...

💋Anon

CW: Fucking in a tight space, fingering, sex in a vehicle technically, lap sex, mentions of robot-fucking at the beginning, implied strap on usage, written before we know much about Himeko Nova

I’m too much of a robot-fucker that my first thought was Himeko fucking you with the robot/mech. Like her controlling the robot/mech’s movements to pick you up and fuck you how she pleases 😩

But fucking you in the cockpit is very appealing in its own right. It’d be funny if the mech was standing very still so everyone thought it was parked or just AFK, but inside the cockpit; Pilot Himeko is fingering her wife in her seat and trying not to jostle the controls too much with her movements. Any weird tremor or movement from the mech could rise suspicion on what Himeko is doing in there, so she’s gotta be extra careful since the cockpit is quite small.

That’s what makes it so fun though. Just being squeezed against Himeko with your legs dangling from her lap, breaths in each other’s vicinity as her fingers plunge relentlessly inside. The cramped cockpit steams up with the heat and sweat of your bodies, but you both pay it no mind. You were too focused on Himeko’s long fingers and how she is rubbed tenderly against the sweet spot she knew you loved so much. Himeko was also too focused on how hard you gripped her fingers like a vice, practically soaking her with each pulse and making a mess of her cockpit seat. This thing was brand new but she didn’t care if you left a stain.

You know, I do wonder if Himeko would be bold enough to strap you in the cockpit. It’s called a cockpit for a reason, so maybe she should give you her “cock” in the cockpit. She just decided to fuck you on a whim when giving you a tour of her brand new robot/mech, so fingers were her go-to. But next time? Expect her to be better equipped with a hidden strap on locked away in a compartment. Just in case her girl was onboard once again <3

[kingdomofalani]

Thiapeira | Himeko x Gn!Reader

read part one here! ((but this can be read on its own if u so wish)) next ;; part 3 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 wc ;; 2.5k requests + asks ;; open... i will just take extREMELY long

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.